Today's wind is a bit noisy.

As a demon king, there is naturally no such thing as a childhood playmate.

Fortunately, for Mojixuan, there is no need for childhood.

The situation was much worse than expected.

Mo Xuan originally thought that he had been forced to work hard all his life in his previous life, and his character in this life had exploded into a demon king, although he was a fake, but the fox and the fake tiger could be happy for a lifetime.

Who knows, he, the demon king, has only five tribes under his command.

The population of each tribe is only about a dozen households, and there are less than a hundred people under their command.

True, self-proclaimed, Great Demon King!

Besides, in this world, under the background, it is still a cultivation civilization, but most mortals are in an uncivilized state.

Mortals wear animal fur skirts and eat bibimbap every day. There are very few bronzes that are like treasures and can only be offered.

The monks were no better, except that the patterns on the animal skin coats were more beautiful, and the ingredients they ate were more high-end. As for the blade magic weapon or something, I'm sorry, but when the fire merges, the big bone stick held high is the mainstream.

Really Meat and Bone Stick!

If you are lucky enough to pick up the innate treasure, you will soar to the sky and become a high-level monk.

Ink Marks stood barefoot in the tuyere, if it weren't for the tree trunk next to him, he was afraid that he would have to blow it out.

Several of his subordinates stood down and looked at him with adoration in their eyes.

Why worship?

This is really a helpless thing, other people's crossings are all systematically added, inheriting memories or something.

When it comes to Ink Trace Xuan's side, there is no ghost system, and the memory of the real demon king has nothing to do with him, and he is especially an egg.

Why don't you lay out the facts with those subordinates, reason, and influence them with love to say that their eldest brother is gone, I'm just an impostor?

Ink Trace Xuan shuddered, and quickly pinched out this thought.

It is impossible to confess, and it is impossible to confess in this life. I can't practice, I can only rely on continuing to fake the demon king to barely survive like this.

So, in order to make himself more like a demon king, he can only rely on "scolding", what is strange to scold, what is ugly to scold.

"You four critics, why don't you hurry up and pick me up, and let me walk back by myself?"

Several people smiled on their faces and hurriedly hugged him down.

The days passed slowly, and Ink Marks' body grew quite fast.

In just one year, Mojixuan has grown from a baby to a teenager of about sixteen years old.

He had to sigh at the strength of Dansheng.

And it was at this time that he was finally going to start practicing.

Looking at the room full of ancient books, the strangely shaped words on the pieces of bamboo slips, I was stunned for a long time to understand only one "I" and one "ugly" word.

was so angry that he threw the bamboo slip on the ground with a snap, if he couldn't read it, he couldn't understand it, and it was your fault that you still cursed.

Just when he felt that the life of the demon king was extremely sad, that lark-like voice saved him.

"Larks?"

"Huh, what larks?"

Mo Zhenxuan's old face turned red, and he quickly coughed, and then said: "Mengqing, you came just in time, come to help me read this ancient book." ”

Meng Qing is the woman who went to the reincarnation sea to pick him up before.

The tiger skin dress wrapped around Mengqing's body, highlighting her figure completely.

It's a bit fierce!

Meng Qing handed the "stone pot bibimbap" to Mo Zhenxuan, then picked up the bamboo slip and asked, "Boss, how do you take this Azure Creation Recipe?"

Mo Zhenxuan was stunned, this name sounded quite domineering, looking at the crooked words engraved on the first bamboo slip, he secretly remembered these words.

I thought that I knew a few more words in addition to "I'm ugly".

This slowly accumulates, and one day it will be possible to get out of the realm of illiteracy.

He took the book and sighed deeply, his eyebrows lowered, looking very gloomy.

Meng Qing thought that he remembered the practice of the pit father cultivated by the Demon King again, and the reincarnation once in fifty years was still somewhat abrasive.

"Boss, don't be discouraged, I believe that with your talent, sooner or later you will achieve great success, and sooner or later this southern island will be in our pocket. ”

Ink Mark Xuan sighed again, and it became even deeper.

He handed the book to Meng Qing again and said, "You come and read it, I'll think about some questions." ”

Mengqing took the book, and then read it seriously.

Mo Jian Xuan hurriedly listened with 120,000 spirits, for fear of missing every word.

This recipe for creation is only about 500 words, and it was quite difficult for him to memorize these words in his previous life, but in this life, these powerful memories seem to be imprinted in the depths of his soul.

It should be because of this egg-born body.

There were some things that were not very clear, and Mo Zhenxuan pretended that he was thinking about other things just now, so that Mengqing could read it again.

Throughout the afternoon, Meng Qing read no less than ten cheats for him.

And with a strong memory, Ink Mark Xuan memorized it by rote.

Taking advantage of the time he had spent alone in the evening, he took the books he had written down and corresponded them to the words on them.

It can be regarded as being literate while pondering and cultivating.

By the second half of the night, for the cultivation in this world, Mo Jian Xuan had roughly known what was going on.

There is an invisible energy in this heaven and earth, which the monks call Qi.

The monks incorporate Qi into their bodies to run the heavens, which is the simplest practice.

In addition to Qi, when practicing to the back, pay attention to the communication between heaven and earth, the unity of the body and the Tao, and the unity of the heart and the Tao.

So as to achieve the purpose of communicating heaven and earth, and all things.

In addition to these, Mo Jixuan also learned that the practice of the genuine demon king is called "Nine Turns Xuangong".

The beginning of "Nine Turns of Xuangong" is very bluffing, what "cover the heaven and the earth, nine is the supreme, the way of heaven is numbered, and the nine turns are obtained." ”

According to Ink Mark Xuan's understanding, this exercise says that as long as you complete the nine turns, you can secretly achieve the Golden Immortal in conjunction with the Heavenly Dao.

It sounded scary, but it was as big as the pies his boss had drawn him in his previous life.

What you lei a green brick, I wipe a plaster, bigger and stronger, and create brilliance.

If you really believe, you will really be deceived to death.

Thinking of the genuine demon king, haven't you been burped twice by this "Nine Turns Xuangong"?

He thinks that he doesn't have much talent, and his career in cultivating immortals can easily take hundreds of thousands of years, and he can cultivate in fifty years, which is a bit of a joke.

So he set his sights on the "Azure Creation Technique".

The posture of the five hearts to the sky was placed, and the discomfort of the soreness in the legs and feet was endured, and the practice officially began.

After the efforts of the second half of the night, a trace of aura appeared in the dantian of Ink Trace Xuan.

This trace of aura is pitiful, if you don't experience it carefully, it is basically equal to nothing.

Mo Zhenxuan recalled the description of cultivation in ancient books: the monk who successfully introduced Qi into the body to complete the Zhou Tian cycle was like smoke in the dantian.

Looking at yourself, it is indeed smoke, but it is the last wisp of smokers in the previous life.

"What about the cheat, this is!" Ink Marks had the urge to smash the table every minute.

After some venting, he warned himself that as long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle, and what is not accumulated can reach thousands of miles.

On the tenth day of his practice, there were finally four or five wisps of "smoke" in his dantian.

And it was also this night that he actually reached the first level of Qi refining!

With a palm blast out, the power was only one-fifth of that of the normal Qi Refining Layer.

"End, isn't there a few parts missing when you were reincarnated? Ink Mark Xuan grabbed his hair into a chicken nest.

With this bit of strength, how can you sit firmly in the position of the demon king, sooner or later it will be exposed.

In the midst of his anxiety, a sentence suddenly popped into his mind: "The progress of mankind lies in the ability to use tools!"

Ink Trace Xuan made a move, "Why don't I do some small invention in the cultivation realm?"