Heavenly Thunder strikes me down, and I become a Disaster Demon Lord

The Demon Cult has a very large collection of books.

From the outside, the library hall looks carved and magnificent, with a sense of majesty that makes people breathless under the pressure of books.

And because there are many demon secret scrolls, the outer three layers and the inner three layers have set up restrictions with magic, except for the demon master and a few higher-status demons, no one can break it.

However, Mozun has always disliked reading.

These scrolls, from the story books to the forbidden techniques, without exception, can only end up in the gorgeous cold palace of the library hall, quietly falling to dust.

In the past, Shi Chongyan didn't pay attention to it, and Shi Chongyan didn't know what treasures were in his library.

Now that I think about it, if there is any place in this devil's religion that may record soul changing, it is the only place.

On the sixth day after returning to the teaching, Mozun finally remembered that he had a library for decoration, jumped up from the couch, and carried Lin Feng, who didn't understand what happened, to the outside of the library.

Facing the layers of restrictions outside the library hall, one person and one demon looked at each other speechlessly.

Shi Chongyan knew that the spell to lift the restriction could not use mana, but Lin Feng had no way to do it with all the mana in his body, which is really wonderful.

Shi Chongyan rolled his eyes frequently: "You little Taoist priest, why are you so stupid!"

Lin Feng snorted coldly, and said in dissatisfaction: "I am a dignified disciple of Tianqing Mountain, how can I use your magic skills?"

"Heh, you can enjoy it, but you turn your face and deny people when you start working?"

"It's a joke, it's you, why did you think of the library today? In my opinion, you are not in a hurry to change your body back."

"It's ridiculous, what use do I need your weak body? But you little Taoist priest, I'm afraid you deliberately don't want to change the body of the deity?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Don't slander me, I am at odds with you evil heretics!"

The two quarreled for a while, but no one could do anything about the other.

"Forget it." Shi Chongyan clasped his hands in front of his chest, standing three steps above Lin Feng and looking down at him, his body was not tall enough for the steps, "I am merciful, and I will teach you how to use spells."

"What?" Lin Feng looked at his palm subconsciously, thinking of the back mountain that was almost split by him, and the image of the library hall being completely razed to the ground by him already appeared in his mind.

Sins, sins, the devil's religion is certainly hateful, but the books are so innocent that they can't be used.

Before asking him what kind of "teaching" method he wanted, Shi Chongyan had already held Lin Feng's forearm, pinched his fingertips lightly, and led his wrist to draw a talisman-like figure in the air like flying dragons and phoenixes.

"The magic pill of the demon race is the same as your golden pill, formed in the dantian." He said while leading Lin Feng, "I use your body, knowing that although your cultivation level is low, you still formed the golden pill. Since you know how to use golden elixirs, you should be able to use magic elixirs."

Lin Feng felt the too powerful and terrifying power of Dantian, and flinched: "But I..."

"It's natural if you don't control it properly." Shi Chongyan said proudly, "If your original cultivation base is like a stream, and you suddenly have the power of a river and sea, you will naturally be at a loss."

"..." Although it was the truth, Lin Feng felt quite uncomfortable hearing his tone.

"However, if you keep doing this, even if you are given a world-shocking cultivation base, you dare not use it, and you can only be a mud that cannot support the wall." Shi Chongyan sneered.

Lin Feng retorted with disregard at this moment, he watched a little red mana leak from his fingertips, as if he was painting in the air with his movements.

"This is...?" He opened his eyes wide in surprise.

The last stroke is connected with the first stroke to form a circle that repeats itself.

The completed magic circle glowed for a moment, and the barrier-like air in front of him swayed with a ripple, and slowly opened a gap for one person to pass through from the center of the magic circle like a curtain.

Shi Chongyan let go of Lin Feng, who stared blankly at his hand.

"Did you feel it?" Shi Chongyan's face was no longer as rosy as before, his lips were pale, but his smile remained undiminished, "Just now I drew out one-thousandth of your mana, do you remember this feeling?"

Lin Feng's original body was really low-level, and he felt tired after only doing such a thing.

Lin Feng looked at Shi Chongyan, thinking that if he still said he didn't feel it at this moment, he might really be ridiculed by him and branded as stupid.

He did seem to understand a little bit.

If one-thousandth of the magic power is mixed in his magic pill, it's like a mud cow sinking into the sea, just like a strong man like a mountain, stretching out a finger and lightly dusting off a speck of dust.

Under the guidance of Shi Chongyan, the person who raised his hand and split the mountain finally knew what it was like to shake off the dust.

"Do it again?" Lin Feng looked up at Shi Chongyan, eager to try.

Shi Chongyan, who had just bumped into the door of the library hall, held the door knocker and was unsteady on his feet, his chest heaved twice, and he sneered angrily: "Try it yourself."

After being struck by lightning just now, the limbs of the body that was struck by lightning were a little weak. He held the door knocker to stabilize his figure, and then he raised his hand and pushed open the heavy door.

Shi Chongyan sighed secretly, it was really useless.

Lin Feng raised his heels, and the invisible barrier behind him had returned to its original state.

He looked back and caught up with Shi Chongyan who had already stepped into the library hall, and asked, "Then you have to draw such a complicated magic circle every time you come in? Isn't it troublesome?"

Of course, Lin Feng didn't know that this book collection hall seemed majestic, and its gates were opened only a handful of times a year from the beginning to the end.

Shi Chongyan's haughty voice came from inside: "Only beginners need to trace the magic circle stroke by stroke."

"If the deity wants to lift the restriction, it only needs one finger. Do you think the deity is a waste like you?"

The veins on Lin Feng's forehead twitched uncontrollably.

When he can control the mana of this body, he will...

It seems that there is nothing to do.

The other party's hateful soul was hiding in Lin Feng's own body, and he really couldn't do anything to him.

If you wait for it to come back... then you can't do anything to him.

After thinking it through, Lin Feng was very angry with himself.

He must have committed some destructive evil in the previous life, so that he will encounter such a disaster in this life.

Angrily stepping into the library hall, Lin Feng subconsciously looked for the figure of Shi Chongyan, but he was startled from ear to ear by the towering bookshelves he saw.

The library hall looks magnificent from the outside, but entering the hall is even more unique.

"Eighteen floors underground, eighteen floors above ground, a total of 36 floors of books."

In the center of the hall, there was a courtyard in the ring building. Shi Chongyan stood by the fence, stroking the mahogany railing with both hands, and said to Lin Feng behind him.

"...meaning the eighteen levels of purgatory?" Lin Feng asked tentatively.

Shi Chongyan chuckled twice, and said, "It's not far off."

Before Lin Feng could figure out what the meaning of "almost the same" was, Shi Chongyan had already walked down the stairs.

"The upper eighteen floors are human books, and the lower eighteen floors are demonic classics." Shi Chongyan's voice hovered over the books on the 36th floor, "Isn't it the eighteenth floor of purgatory?"

"If someone can master the magic secrets of the lower eighteen floors..."

"Can the Demon Lord be replaced?" Lin Fengfu continued with his heart.

After Shi Chongyan heard this, he laughed and said, "Children are arrogant!"

"If you can master the spell secrets of the lower [-]th floor," Shi Chongyan said with a layer of darkness, he slowly raised his hand to look, and there seemed to be a flash of red light in his lazy eyes, "you will be able to I have a hand, that's all."

"Some things are innate, no amount of effort is useless, little Taoist."

Lin Feng left Shi Chongyan with white eyes.

I don't know who is arrogant, and the upper and lower eighteen floors can't contain this demon.

If it wasn't for Lin Feng's current body being very strong, Shi Chongyan would definitely be so angry that he vomited blood.

The Patriarch of the Sanqing blesses them, let them find the spells in exchange for them in the [-]th floor of purgatory.

When he goes back, he must practice hard and take it as his duty to put down the demon sect. In time, he will definitely trample this arrogant demon king under his feet!

The author has something to say: Speaking of it, there is one thing I didn’t mention

The name of the Devil's Cult is the Devil's Cult, which is simple and rude but also accurately positioned

Isn't it awesome 0v0