I'm a demon cultivator

Tan Shuchang has been practicing for four years, December, 12.

It was just past midnight, but I couldn't help but write a few words. In the past, I have seen practitioners who, after reaching a certain level, immediately settle for pleasure and fight for power. Apart from a little cultivation, they are not really practitioners at all.

To be more precise, what they have should not be called cultivation, but strength.

Therefore, I have disdained it many times.

But now, I began to understand a little. This practice is really difficult, and every step of improvement requires unimaginable efforts.

My practice has stopped for more than 700 years, and it seems that I can't improve it in a short time.

Alas! Alas!

I don't know if I can have the practice of ten thousand years one day?

...

After writing the diary, Tan Shuchang did not put away the recorder, but put it aside and thought carefully.

Because he thought of a guess that the dark under the lamp.

His diary was suddenly circulated, perhaps because of this recorder. This spiritual instrument might have been tampered with by someone when it was first refined.

"Yes, spiritual instruments are so rare. How could a scholar in Qitian Pavilion refine them just by chance? If he gets help from others and adds more natural treasures, then it will be fine..."

After understanding this, we only need to find out who refined it and where it was refined, and we can easily figure out who tampered with this spiritual instrument.

Even if the person who tampered with it is not the culprit, it is basically related to his first and second diaries, as well as the "strange disappearance and circulation of that diary".

However, Tan Shuchang is not going to do this.

Because the circulation of the diary is undoubtedly a huge benefit to him now.

Although Tan Shuchang is not sure what the specific benefits are, that is, what good changes can be brought about after condensing the power of destiny, it is certainly not small to be able to amaze a three-certificate ascender.

"The Son of Destiny... can you turn me into the Son of Destiny as well?"

Tan Shuchang guessed casually for a while, and then began to think about how to spread all the diaries in this recorder.

First of all, he couldn't spread it himself, because he didn't have his own power. The income diary at the beginning was still widely circulated thanks to Qiu Junlin.

And if he deliberately did something, it was inevitable that someone would take the opportunity to make a move.

His previous diaries were all circulated smoothly. I think it should be that the person who circulated them was enough to be feared by some people. In addition, the other party couldn't see what kind of benefits he could get from the circulated diary.

Even if he could see it, he wouldn't stop it because it wasn't his initiative.

This is called planting willows by accident and growing shades!

So, Tan Shuchang wanted to maintain this "unintentional willows growing shades" mode.

"It's not easy!"

Tan Shuchang, who had just started to refine instruments, couldn't think of any good way. Because he was not sure whether the flaws in the instruments he made were natural enough to be hidden from the other party.

After all, he wrote so many diaries, but the other party only passed on one. It can be seen that the other party did not want to pass on all of them, but could not do it.

"I can't make it myself, so what about human accidents?"

Tan Shuchang's heart moved, and he hung the recorder directly on his waist. Because if someone attacked his spiritual instrument in public, then he would take the initiative to let the other party see all the diaries, and the other party would not think too much.

As for how to let the other party see these diaries, Tan Shuchang thought that he should be able to do it when he cultivated to a thousand years of skill. After all, although the other party found a master of refining, no matter how close to the Tao, the skills are still just skills. And what his thousand years of skill can improve is not just strength.

Then, Tan Shuchang walked out of the Snake Desire Hall.

This is a very simple hall, because there is no door and no extra space. After entering, you can see the entire Snake Desire Hall.

This is the core of the law of greed, which just presents a completely different meaning.

As soon as Tan Shuchang walked out of the Snake Desire Hall, he saw a ghost wandering around the hall. This ghost was the transformation of Dai Huanzhen after his death.

At this time, this ghost was wandering around the Snake Desire Hall non-stop, and was very curious about everything, touching and biting from time to time.

Seeing this scene, Tan Shuchang couldn't help but nod slightly.

They have all become ghosts, so it is naturally impossible that there is no impact. And such active performance at the moment undoubtedly shows that this ghost is advancing to a fierce ghost, which is a good side.

Because its memory before death is quietly recovering at this time.

When it becomes a top-level fierce ghost, it will probably be able to remember everything before death.

However, the memory is restored, and at that time, Dai Huanzhen must be completely different from when he was alive.

Eight parts human nature, two parts ghost nature.

"Unfortunately, although this method of raising evil spirits with the help of strange games is indeed feasible, the power consumed is from me, the 'king'..."

Tan Shuchang shook his head slightly. He had thought about raising evil spirits himself, but now he had no choice but to give up.

He was not as powerful as the Earth Destroying King and the Black King.

Then, Tan Shuchang directly transformed into an immortal blood form, and along with the immortal blood form, there were also "blood gods" all over the sky. These "blood gods" do not have the ability to travel through the void, but they can gather and disperse by heart, transform between reality and illusion, and change their forms.

For a time, the black sky of the entire Snake Desire Realm was blocked by a large amount of blood color for no reason. Originally, blood color could not appear in such a dark environment, but the special nature of this blood color made even the black hole sky curtain representing extreme greed give way to it.

The domain of the Yin God moved. This person was the Yin God of Death, who was half an acquaintance of Tan Shuchang.

The reason why I said half was because Tan Shuchang was very familiar with one of the clones of this Yin God. That clone became the source of power to lift the lotus platform, and also became a part of Tan Shuchang.

"King Langshou, what are you doing? I have never been your enemy!" The Yin God of Death appeared. Under the extreme darkness of the snake desire, a petite figure emerged from a cloud of mist. Her long hair was white, her eyes were double pupils, and her face was slightly black. At this time, she had no expression, just like a paralyzed little girl.

However, the hands of the Yin God of Death were very long, longer than the big ears, not only over the knees, but also fell to the heels.

At this time, when the Yin God spoke, his lips did not move, but his voice was like rolling Yin thunder, constantly exploding in this world.

Because this place is special, a large echo was formed.

There are a large number of stone books here, some of which are open, some are upright, and some are flat. And the shapes of these books are extremely huge, like mountains, with a feeling of towering into the clouds.

This is the place where the Yin God of Death is stationed.

The books are all ghost books, which not only record evil spirits, but also living people.

Tan Shuchang listened to the continuous words, just clasped his fists and bowed, then said in a gentle tone: "The Yin God misunderstood. I came here only to correct the Yin God's mistakes in practice."

"My mistakes in practice? What mistakes?" The Yin God Yan Si really believed Tan Shuchang's nonsense. After all, he really didn't want to fight with this Lang Shou Wang if he could avoid it.

The Lang Shou Wang, who had swallowed the Living Death Yin God and the Greedy King, made him have no intention of fighting at all.

"Please Yin God and me merge into one." Tan Shuchang said, his tone did not change, still gentle, but the "Blood God" appeared in the sky and rushed towards the Yin God Yan Si.

"Lang Shou Wang!"

The Yin God Yan Si saw this scene and stopped hesitating.

He attacked with all his strength!

In an instant, Tan Shuchang seemed to relive the scene he encountered when he first entered the Peach Blossom Wonderland. The surrounding environment changed in an instant. He saw black water surging in the sky, making his mouth unable to speak and his heart unable to speak.

Then, a petite figure slowly emerged from the black water.

"The words are innocent, but the heart is evil!"

This is Yan Si Yin Shen explaining the existence rules of his Yin Shen space, or in other words, explaining the fundamental power of his domain.

As this sentence fell, Tan Shuchang was immediately affected. The evil thoughts in his heart floated, and he wanted to condense his form and then take over Tan Shuchang's body.

However, if it had come to this, Tan Shuchang would have been helpless. But as the evil thoughts began to hurt Tan Shuchang, the evil thoughts disappeared instantly.

This is a high degree of immunity from the power of the ghost way!

Then, Tan Shuchang also took action.

Five winds and ten rains!

There is a time for the spring equinox!

Melting stones and flowing gold!

Star destiny, heaven and earth!

The four completely different powers immediately affected the domain of "The words are innocent, but the heart is evil" of Yan Si Yin Shen, causing it to begin to fall apart and no longer be able to show its full power.

Then, a giant palm of vitality appeared.

The Great Seal of the Demon Realm!

Seven hundred and thirty-six years of cultivation power suppressed it!

…

Just when Tan Shuchang was "busy and idle" in the Snake Desire Realm of the weird game world, a place in the Jiawu Realm began to contact the outside world again.

It was naturally the Sword Temple.

Originally, the disciples of the Sword Temple were a little hesitant. After all, the price to pay for a contact was too high. Now it happened to be the time when the changes in the world were coming. Maybe other people in the Jiawu Realm would be able to contact them soon?

And they, who have lived for hundreds of years, don't understand that they have been abandoned by their fellow disciples who have ascended to the sky with three certificates. Maybe those fellow disciples who have ascended have already regarded themselves as creatures of different levels from them, so whether these fellow disciples will talk to them about fellow disciples after they come back is also a very unpredictable thing.

The traditional virtue that the elders must take care of the younger generation will appear for a while, but it will not appear for a lifetime.

And the so-called good and evil are actually just a matter of stance.

The saying that evil cannot defeat good does not mean that evil will definitely not be able to defeat justice. Rather, if the evil side wins, then it will become the side of justice.

The Sword Temple was indeed known as the leader of the righteous path three hundred years ago, but that does not prove anything at all.

But in the end, several Sword Temple disciples decided to activate the Sword Immortal Realm again and contact their Uncle Dugu. This second activation of the Sword Immortal Realm, because the damage caused by the last activation has not been recovered, so as soon as the activation began, the faces of these Sword Temple disciples began to look ugly.

Fortunately, they all considered this before activating, so they quickly took out a green jade bottle from their bodies. After unsealing the bottle mouth, they poured all the contents of the bottle into their mouths.

This thing is as red as blood, but it has no bloody smell, only a refreshing sweetness.

This was made by the Sword Temple three hundred years ago after hunting tens of thousands of mountain and sea beasts and taking the heart blood of mountain and sea beasts to refine it. It can instantly restore all the losses of a cultivator.

And this bottle is the last bottle they have.

Originally, this thing was not very rare, but since the mountain and sea beasts suitable for refining have almost died, this thing has also become rare.

After drinking this thing, these Sword Temple disciples instantly recovered as before.

So, the Sword Immortal Realm once again communicated with that mysterious land outside the realm, and this time, these Sword Temple disciples all sensed the breath of that mysterious area.

For a moment, these Sword Temple disciples couldn't help but show intoxication.

That breath that obviously had no taste seemed to be filled with a sweet feeling at this time! Then the next second, among the Sword Temple disciples, the one with the deepest cultivation and deepest thoughts, who always mentioned his fellow disciples and master, suddenly changed his face.

"Old thief..." His eyes were full of anger, but he was also horrified. In the end, this disciple could only spit out these two words, and his expression gradually returned to calm.

At this moment, the other Sword Temple disciples opened their eyes and looked at this Sword Temple disciple.

"This kid has been hiding something." The Sword Temple disciple spoke, and his tone was completely different from before. He seemed to be a god overlooking the world, with an endless sense of superiority.

But at the same time, there was an inexplicable feeling of chill, and as his voice sounded, there were gusts of cold wind here, as if the ghosts from the underworld had come to the world.

"It's a pity that Dugu made a mistake, otherwise, these disciples would have just preached for us. Dugu didn't take the last step after all." A disciple of the Sword Temple next to him said, and his tone of voice also had a sense of superiority.

In addition, this person also brought a gust of cold wind.

Wherever these cold winds passed, the vitality of plants and trees was instantly cut off, and the malicious intention was extremely shocking.

"It doesn't matter, they are just servants of preaching. After we return to our positions, we will enlighten these corpses." Another disciple of the Sword Temple spoke, and this one spoke in the same way as the previous two.

These three people seemed to be carved out of the same mold.

In fact, not only these three, but the five people present at this time have similarities in this respect.

Then, these five people walked out of the Sword Temple.

They did not go together, but went to five directions separately.

Unlike before, when these five people walked out of the Sword Temple, they instantly lost the restriction of the transparent man. Because the wind blew, a corner of their robes was lifted up.