Absolute control over the start, I will develop my own immortality

Huangjiafang City.

"What do you want to buy, fellow Taoist?" the black-clothed stall owner looked at the person standing in front of him and asked.

Zhou Ming lifted his head, but it was separated directly, and there were dozens of invisible threads connecting it in the middle.

"Are there any evil techniques?"

He lowered his head and asked.

A look of surprise appeared in the black-clothed stall owner's eyes, and then he said: "Wait a moment."

Then he directly collected the stall and left the market.

Outside the market, the stall owner said: "Are you sure you need magic skills?"

"Sure!"

"Why?"

"My talent is dull, and my progress in practicing ordinary skills is too slow. I am afraid that I will not be able to build a foundation in my lifetime, and it is unlikely that I will even be able to reach the later stages of foundation building. I have tried every means, and the only way to have hope is to change the magic method. "

Zhou Ming made it up.

This is actually the reason why most demon cultivators choose the demonic path.

My own qualifications are too poor. If I practice ordinary skills, even if I practice for a lifetime, the result will be like that.

Only the Demonic Way, which uses swordsmanship to take the opposite direction and nourishes itself with all spirits, can allow them to cultivate to a higher level.

Even this so-called magic way actually requires qualifications.

But it is better than the righteous method.

The stall owner in black was not surprised, he had seen too many such reasons.

"Show your cultivation."

Zhou Ming revealed his cultivation level at the second level of Qi Refining.

His apparent age is around twenty-five or six, and he is still only at the second level of Qi training at this age. So I am afraid that he will indeed be in the later stages of Qi training in this life.

Two rays of blood appeared in the eyes of the stall owner. He stared at Zhou Ming again and again, nodded and said: "Yes, it is indeed the second level of Qi training. Okay, now you also know the situation in Qingye Mountain, and now I want to take you The place I go to is just a place where people like you, who are too poor in talent and can only choose to practice demonic skills, can hug together and keep warm."

"I can take you there, and you can get the magic skills there, but you have to transfer to the magic skills there before you can leave. Can you accept this?"

Zhou Ming nodded: "I can!"

"it is good!"

He immediately took Zhou Ming into the surrounding woods, going around and around for about seventy or eighty miles, before he came to a mountain and found a cave.

Roar!

A roar came from the cave, and a wolf-shaped monster jumped out from it, with a fierce look in its eyes.

When he saw the stall owner, the fierce light receded and he got out of the way.

The two of them entered the cave, and the stall owner groped around at the end. He didn't know what mechanism he had opened, but a stone door suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Get in!"

He said and walked behind Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming walked into the stone door, but it was a narrow passage. After walking for more than a hundred steps, his eyes suddenly opened up.

But it is an underground palace, with dozens of monks forming small groups, patrolling back and forth.

Seeing someone entering, he immediately turned his head and looked over, feeling a fierce aura coming towards him.

"Don't do anything, it's a newcomer!"

The black-clothed stall owner said from behind, and the dozens of monks were stunned, and their fierce aura suddenly disappeared, and all of them looked happy.

"Hey! I thought I was found! It turns out there is a new person!"

"Lao Qi! Are you recruiting new people again?"

The stall owner in black nodded: "Well, they came to us on their own initiative."

He took off the black scarf on his face, revealing a face of about thirty years old, and said: "You can call me Wei Laoqi, but don't ask about my real name."

Zhou Ming nodded: "I'm Li Feiyu."

"What a name."

Wei Laoqi said: "We don't have a name here. We usually call ourselves the Underground Demon Palace. The people here are all those who practice demonic techniques. However, this is also a helpless move."

"Look at that. That man's name is Huang Yan. He is a child of the Huang family, but his talent is very poor. Later, he was tricked by the family members. He accidentally practiced the magic sect and had no choice but to escape from the family."

"That one over there, her name is Li Sanniang, is she pretty? But her appearance brought her into trouble. Her husband and children were killed, and she herself was also taken away... Alas, in order to take revenge, she later practiced the Demonic Cultivation Technique. "

"There is also that one, Zhang He. He has not practiced the magic skills, but a few months ago, his family's business was targeted by disciples of the Qingye Sect. He was directly designated as a demon monk and had no choice but to escape."

Wei Laoqi said: "The people gathered here are just a group of poor people, just hugging each other for warmth. They don't have any big ambitions. They are lucky to survive."

"Let's go. If you want to practice the technique, you must go to see the palace master."

Zhou Ming listened to his story silently, but he didn't quite believe it in his heart.

If they really just huddle together to keep warm and simply seek survival, then why do they need to form a team to patrol the hall at all times?

And why are you still selling evil spells outside to attract people?

What they say is completely opposite to what they actually do!

Arriving in a hall, Zhou Ming saw a middle-aged monk wearing a black robe.

"Palace Master." Wei Laoqi cupped his fists and said.

Zhou Ming also followed suit and saluted.

"Oh, is this the new guy you brought back? What's his name?"

"Junior Li Feiyu."

"What a good name. Do you want to practice magic skills?"

"Exactly, I am a young man with dull qualifications. If I want to achieve something, only the magic method can help me."

"Alas, he is also a poor man. That's all, come with me."

He led Zhou Ming to a side hall, opened another mechanism, and then came to a dark room.

In the dark room, there is a bookshelf with more than ten books on it.

The palace master said: "These dozen or so books are the only demonic techniques in our underground demon palace."

He picked up a book and said: "This one is the Demon Devouring Sutra. Practitioners must devour souls to increase their own cultivation."

Zhou Ming waved his hand quickly: "Palace Master, I don't dare to practice this technique. The Huangliang Sect was destroyed because of it."

"I know."

He picked up another book and said: "This is a blood-sucking magic skill. You must drink blood, and it must be human blood."

"This……"

"Then this one, the White Bone Sutra, is refined and practiced using the bones of people after death."

"what……"

For a person who has grown up and received a good education since childhood, and is suddenly asked to practice soul-eating and blood-drinking magic skills, he must not be mentally prepared.

The palace master was not surprised and asked: "Looking at you, it seems difficult to accept these. So, how about this 'Blood-Burning Demonic Technique'? This technique does not need to absorb all spirits, but only needs to burn one's own blood and obtain it from it." Spiritual power, increase cultivation.”

"Although it is a magic skill, as long as you practice it after a period of time after each blood-burning session, there will be no side effects."

Zhou Ming nodded and said: "This technique is okay. However, are there no other similar techniques?"

The master of the palace shook his head and said: "Our underground demon palace only has these techniques."

"Then... that's fine."

"I will arrange a secret room for you, and you can practice the exercises in the secret room."

"Thank you, Lord."

"You're welcome. If you master this method, we will be our fellow disciples in Qingye Mountain."

He quickly arranged the secret room and sent Zhou Ming into the secret room before handing over the blood-burning demonic skill to Zhou Ming.

"Fellow Daoist, have a good rest. After the transfer is successful, you can press the switch in the secret room and we will know it from the outside."

The palace master ordered and immediately closed the door to the secret room.

There was a luminous pearl illuminating the secret room. Zhou Ming spread out his Blood-Burning Demonic Skill and checked it carefully. After making sure there were no errors or omissions, he turned around and looked around the secret room.

There is steel all around, even the ground.

There is a switch on one wall, but it can only notify the outside but cannot open the secret room.

"Is it just a layer of iron plate blocking it?"

Zhou Ming released spiritual power to impact, but a layer of spiritual light appeared on the iron plate. It turned out that there was a formation covering it.

"However, it is only a first-level formation."

Zhou Ming opened his mouth and spit out an ice-blue dagger. When the sword blade struck the ground, it made a direct cut.

Withdrawing the spirit sword, Zhou Ming used his magic and instantly slipped under the earth through the hole and disappeared.