Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

Returning to reality, Zhao Yang slowly opened his eyes.

He understood what the old man said just now.

Xuanci is Xuanci, and the Dao is the Dao. If you want to rely on the power of Xuanci to cultivate the Dao, it is possible, but it is very difficult.

The Dao is hard to fathom. If there is a kung fu method that can lead directly to the Dao only by practicing, it may not be as simple as a fourth-rank sect.

He opened the book, studied it carefully, and then sat with his eyes closed.

Until the middle of the night, Zhao Yang, who was sitting quietly, suddenly opened his eyes.

"It's ridiculous to shrink back when the Dao is ahead!" His eyes showed a look of determination, and then his whole body trembled, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

San Gong.

He dispersed all the skills, martial arts, and techniques that he had condensed before.

A huge force dissipated, but was restrained within three feet of Zhao Yang's body, and then merged into a world of nothingness.

Most of these powers obtained from the game world are returned to the game world.

The process of dissipating power is like scraping away the flesh and blood from the bone marrow with a sharp knife.

In the dim room, Zhao Yang was covered in sweat, gritted his teeth, and had a hideous face.

Time passed slowly, until at a certain moment, his body softened and he slumped on the wooden couch.

"I became a mortal in the end..." Lying on the wooden couch, he smiled lightly, a trace of relief flashed across his face.

At this time, all the spiritual power and blood in his body were dissipated, and he became a complete mortal.

Now he can't even enter the game world.

Lying on the couch for a long time, he suddenly got up, pushed open the door and walked out.

Eastern Zhao Yang revealed the first ray of brilliance.

Facing the rising sun, taking a deep breath, Zhao Yang slowly closed his eyes.

The avenue is only for those who walk out by themselves.

"Om-"

A trace of mysterious magnetic power surged towards Zhao Yang's body.

Those profound magnetic powers did not enter his body, but spread around him, spinning slowly.

The power of yin and yang mysterious magnetism attracts and repels each other, and it keeps returning.

This is not the cultivation method recorded in the exercises.

Those profound magnetic forces kept colliding, whirling, and then slowly compressed until they covered Zhao Yang's body completely.

"boom--"

As if the whole world came alive, countless balls of light appeared in Zhao Yang's mind, dancing and chasing them like elves.

The orbs of light played and sank into his body.

"Medicated food!"

Zhao Yang opened his eyes suddenly, gritted his teeth and roared.

A black shadow flashed, Moxiu Mochi was holding a steaming small bowl in his hand.

Zhao Yang reached out and snatched the small bowl, and drank the medicinal food in one gulp.

Mochi hastily poured out another bowl, Zhao Yang couldn't wait any longer, grabbed the earthen jar containing medicinal food, and poured it down.

At this moment, his muscles and skin were visibly shriveled, and then filled again.

The two kinds of mysterious magnetic power intertwined in his body, continuously condensed and bombarded, causing his blood to be consumed a hundred times faster than others.

A can of medicated food, which Zuo Linger prepared for three months, was consumed by Zhao Yang in just a moment.

Putting down the pot, he gasped slightly.

His body was covered with a layer of light gray, and streamers of light swirled around.

"Master, is this a master of Xuangong?" Seeing Zhao Yang like this, Mochi asked in a low voice.

He could feel the mysterious aura emanating from Zhao Yang's body. Although it was still very humble, it had a special aura.

Zhao Yang shook his head and slowly closed his eyes.

This time, the mysterious magnetic power on his body began to flow slowly and orderly.

Two different forces, one left and one right, occupied his body.

One side dried up rapidly, and on the other side, the bulging blood vessels burst with a "bang".

Zhao Yang gritted his teeth, waved his hand, and a icy fish landed on the stone table in front of him.

Mo Chi hurried forward, flying a long and narrow blade in his hand, and sliced ​​the fish into pieces in no time.

Zhao Yang couldn't care less about other things, he stretched out both hands, moved again and again, and stuffed all the fish into his mouth.

The fish meat entered his mouth, and immediately turned into vigorous blood and entered his body.

The shriveled body on the left immediately filled up a bit, and the blood vessels on the right exploded a few more places.

He didn't care about it, anyway, he was running the power of Xuanmag, and then kept stuffing the fish into his mouth.

One.

two.

ten.

Later, the movement of the fish in Mochi could no longer keep up with his eating speed, so he had to scrape off the fish scales, cut the fish into several pieces randomly, and Zhao Yang grabbed and ate them.

The more fish he swallowed, the more mysterious power Zhao Yang absorbed.

The mysterious magnetic force that was originally invisible to the naked eye turned into a wandering dragon, wrapped around Zhao Yang's body, and flew around him rapidly.

Although the black magnetic dragon is only three feet long, the ink pond standing beside him is frightening to watch.

If this black magnetic dragon collided with him, he might be crushed immediately, and his soul would be scattered.

There were more than eighteen black magnetic dragons. After a while, it seemed that Zhao Yang's condensed black magnetic power was stronger, and another black magnetic dragon condensed out.

Mochi had to step back three feet.

A terrifying aura spread from the small courtyard.

At the gate of the small courtyard, Zhuge Jun stretched out his head, then his face changed, and he retracted his head again.

After a while, Zhuge Rui with gray hair also stretched out his head from the courtyard, and then retracted with a frown.

Zhao Yang didn't care about them at all, he just stuffed the fish into his mouth piece by piece.

After half an hour, his hands were empty and all the fish was eaten.

At the gate of the courtyard, the tall and tall Zhuge Jun came in carrying a cleansed monster, threw it on the grass, glanced at Zhao Yang, who was wrapped around his body with eight black magnetic dragons, muttered a few words, and retreated.

Mochi was just about to go forward to roast the monster, but Zhao Yang waved his hand to let him go out.

Mochi bowed and walked out of the courtyard.

Zhao Yang felt that it was too slow to replenish Qi and blood just by eating these monster meat.

The power of black magnetism rose all over his body, and the eight dragons of black magnetism rushed into his body with a bang.

Then two light red crystals appeared in his palm.

Bloodstone.

Countless vigorous qi and blood were refined, and at this moment, he didn't care what blood power contained in these blood vein stones, they were all consumed by the power of black magnetism.

Each bloodline stone is the blood of a high-level monster clan, which is countless times higher than the body of those monsters. The power of blood and blood contained in it is equivalent to dozens of monsters.

Only Zhao Yang dared to replenish Qi and blood like this.

If it was an ordinary Sword Academy disciple, a bloodstone would explode and die.Others must slowly wear down the power in the bloodstone.

The two bloodline stones were exhausted, and two more were obtained.

Anyway, he has plenty of these things.

The original eight black magnetic dragons continued to increase, turning into eighteen and thirty-six.

The entire small courtyard is full of mysterious dragons.

Those flowers, plants, trees, bricks, and railings, as long as the mysterious dragon touches them, they will immediately turn into powder and disappear.

"boom--"

With a loud bang, the courtyard wall was knocked open by the mysterious dragon.

Outside the small courtyard, those sword academy disciples all looked at Zhao Yang in the courtyard with dull faces.

Countless black magnetic dragons danced around, setting him off like a demon.

"retreat!"

A rare expression of solemnity appeared on Zhuge Rui's face. With a low shout, a suppressed mysterious magnetic force shook his body and pushed all the disciples away.

From dawn to dusk, countless gray black magnetic dragons circled and danced in mid-air.

Until the moment the sun set, there was a roar, and all the black magnetic dragons rushed to one place and turned into nothingness.

Zhao Yang let out a long howl, and a round light curtain appeared three feet outside his body.

The light curtain circulated, and countless dragon shadows shuttled across it.

"Okay! Today's feast, congratulations to Vice-principal Master Xuangong's great achievement!" Zhuge Rui's voice suppressed a flame.