Demons Beside You (The Demons Beside Me)

In fact, it is better to say that it is insomnia than lack of sleepiness.

It seems that he started by compressing his magic power.

Just after comforting little Larissa, Chen Zhao went back to the bedroom and looked at Fali, who was also fast asleep.

Chen Zhao plans to enter the river map and strive to completely compress the magic power in the river map.

As soon as he entered Hetu, Chen Zhao suddenly felt a pain in his forehead.

Then the insomnia for many days was cured without medication.

When Chen Zhao woke up again, it was already five days later.

"Old turtle, are you crazy? You are so harsh." Chen Zhao covered the back of his head.

Even after such a long time, Chen Zhao still felt heavy on the back of his head, as if a hundred tons of weight were hanging on it.

"You kid really dare to do this." Lao Turtle looked at Chen Zhao with a look of hatred.

"What happened to me?" Chen Zhao looked at the old turtle in confusion.

"What's up with the magic power in your left arm?"

"Oh...this is the method I came up with." Chen Zhao explained his thoughts and intentions.

The look in Lao Turtle's eyes when he looked at Chen Zhao changed. It was a look of admiration.

But Chen Zhao knew that Lao Turtle would never worship him.

Just kidding, can an elephant worship an ant?

"You are so awesome, do your family members know?"

"Will my method work?" Chen Zhao asked.

"I have never seen anyone dare to practice like you in all the time, not even the demon clan. Anyway, you are the best."

"That's not right. At the beginning, you said that you hoped that I could create my own technique and find my own path." Chen Zhao looked at the old turtle in surprise: "Why are you pouring cold water on me now that I have come up with a technique by myself?"

"Nonsense, if you want to create your own method, you need to have a profound foundation in magic and Taoism, and then through gradual improvement and exploration, you can create a set of cultivation methods. As a result, you did not create the method, but you made it yourself. The road has gone astray.”

"Crooked? Are you saying I'm obsessed?"

"I don't know. If you continue to practice and grow step by step, I can give you guidance. But now you have taken a path that I can't understand through compression. I can't give you guidance." Lao Turtle said.

"Isn't it just compressing the magic power? What's the big deal? Just practice how you should practice."

"You think you just compressed the magic?"

"Otherwise?" Chen Zhao didn't think it was a big deal.

"The magic power in your right arm is specious. It's magic power but not magic power. I don't even know what it means." said the old turtle.

"No, I didn't feel any change in magic power, and I didn't feel any change when I was fighting."

"Because you are not strong enough now, you can't feel anything deeper at all, but I can feel that your left arm no longer contains magic power."

"What should I do? Do I dissipate the magic?"

"Did you lose it?" The old turtle looked at Chen Zhao amusedly: "With the recovery speed of your little world, how much magic power you lose will be replenished immediately."

"Forget it, there are mistakes and there are mistakes. You can't let me chop off my left arm." Chen Zhao said carelessly: "I will compress the magic power of the whole body first."

"That's fine, the situation is irreversible anyway. Let me see how you proceed in detail. Logically speaking, this kind of compression will not change the structure of the magic power."

Chen Zhao began to compress the magic power in front of the old turtle.

Chen Zhao had just finished compressing a piece of magic power on his chest. Old Turtle pointed a finger, and a finger-sized piece of meat suddenly disappeared from Chen Zhao's chest.

Chen Zhao was so painful that he broke into a cold sweat, and he opened his mouth and cursed: "Old turtle, why are you so cruel?"

The old turtle picked up a piece of flesh and blood on Chen Zhao's chest with his fingers, his face full of doubts.

"It's strange. There seems to be nothing special about your process of compressing magic power. Why does the smell change after the compression is completed?"

Chen Zhao waited until his chest healed before starting to compress the magic power again.

The old turtle has been studying Chen Zhao's breast meat as big as a fingernail.

Chen Zhao didn't know what he was studying.

A month has passed, and Chen Zhao has compressed 90% of the magic power in his body.

But the small piece of flesh on the old turtle's finger was still as bright as before.

Just as Chen Zhao was about to speak, Lao Turtle suddenly threw Chen Zhao's piece of meat into his mouth.

This move startled Chen Zhao: "I'll go, old turtle, you don't want to eat me, do you?"

"Go away, old man, I'm not in the mood to joke with you." The old turtle glared at Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao's magic power compression seemed to put Lao Turtle into a bottleneck.

He couldn't figure out what was wrong.

If it were just magic power compression, the old turtle could do it with just one finger.

But even if Lao Turtle compresses the magic power himself, it only changes the quality of the magic power, but does not change the essence of the magic power.

This change is likely to come from Chen Zhao himself.

"Old turtle, what's wrong with you?" Chen Zhao looked at the old turtle with a sad face.

"Maybe you are right." It took the old turtle a long time to hold back these words.

"What's the meaning?"

"The river map has been around for thousands of years, and the outside world has changed. Old turtle, I have forgotten my past ambitions."

"Old turtle, don't be crazy. How about I get a psychiatrist in for you?" Chen Zhao looked at the old turtle worriedly.

"Go away, old turtle, I'm normal." The old turtle glared at Chen Zhao.

"Then what are you doing? You're obviously not normal these days."

"For cultivation, the East calls it spiritual power, and the West calls it magic power. But in general, there is no difference. Even if I, old turtle, have practiced in Hetu for tens of millions of years, I still can't change the nature of magic power. The only difference is It depends on the amount, but the magic power in your boy may no longer be called magic power or spiritual power."

"What do you want to call it?" Chen Zhao didn't understand what the old turtle was talking about: "Do you want to call it divine power?"

"Yes, in the West it is called divine power, in the East it is called immortal power."

"Stop being funny, you sound like I'm about to attain enlightenment and ascend." Chen Zhao looked disgusted.

"I'm not kidding, and what you said about ascension is true, but you are now many times away from flying." The old turtle glanced at Chen Zhao: "Old turtle, this is my only chance to escape from Hetu. It’s about ascension, and now looking at it, this opportunity lies with you.”

Chen Zhao shuddered: "I'm not Tang Monk, old turtle, don't look at me like that."

"Go away, old turtle, I need to understand the mystery of you. Why does the magic power turn into immortal power after being compressed by you?"

"But after all, is this immortal power of any use?"

"Clean your tendons and cut your veins, awaken your supernatural powers, and you will be like the ancient gods."

"Old turtle, what you say is getting more and more mysterious. I always feel that your words are unreliable." Chen Zhao was a little fussy: "The ancient gods must have a much longer life span than you. They don't even have scum left now. I Most likely you won't be stronger than them, and even with your level of cultivation, you might be able to beat them."