Xiang Yong used his mobile phone to buy himself a train ticket to Modu tomorrow morning, and swiped his credit card.

Putting down the phone, he thought that he had to find a way to solve the problem of money.

If you want to change the course of the catastrophe, it is not enough to cultivate yourself, you also have to build a strong force and have a lot of resources.

Of course, in the catastrophe, money is not as good as toilet paper, toilet paper can at least be used to wipe the buttocks, and paper money is too hard to wipe the buttocks.

But before the catastrophe really comes, money can still buy a lot of good things.

If Fan Xiaoyue's identity is not as simple as she expected, she can make a quick amount of money through her channels and obtain start-up capital.

After turning off the computer and muting the mobile phone, Xiang Yong took out a Qi Gathering Pill and pressed it under his tongue, held a lower grade spirit stone in the palm of his hand, and began to cultivate again.

After about 3 hours, all of the medicinal power of the Qi Gathering Pill had been absorbed, and the spirit stone was also exhausted, leaving only a small piece of translucent ore that had lost its luster. When you rub your fingers lightly, it becomes powder.

He carefully collected the powder, which was a material that could be used for refining weapons, drawing talismans, and arranging arrays, although it was not worth much, but no matter how small the mosquito was, it was still meat.

At this time, there was also movement next door, and Xiang Yong walked out of his room and came to the common room. After a while, Li Jia walked out dressed neatly, covered his mouth and yawned, and said casually: "Yongshuai, you didn't make up for sleep." ”

"Sleep later," Xiang Yong looked at him and asked, "Are you going on a date?"

"Sort of, Lao Fu introduced me to a girl a few days ago, let's meet today and have a meal," Li Jia straightened his collar and stood up straight, "How does it look?"

"It's good, much more handsome than me. ”

"I'm serious. Li Jia smiled and walked into the bathroom, and the sound of water sounded.

"Stay safe! You don't have to come back at night. Also, be sure to wear a condom!" Xiang Yong imitated his previous tone, shouted, smiled, and returned to his room. Only when the noise outside had subsided and the heavy closing of the door sounded did he start cultivating again.

Another lower-grade spirit stone and a Qi Gathering Pill were used up, and it was already afternoon.

Although he didn't rest well last night and didn't catch up on sleep today, Xiang Yong is still in good spirits.

People who have not cultivated are not cool enough to cultivate.

Although it does not have a strong pleasure like drug addiction, when cultivating, I feel that every pore is opened, the impurities and waste products in the body are rapidly discharged, the whole person becomes clear and crystalline, the meridians become unblocked, the qi and blood flow unimpeded, and the secretion of various beneficial hormones is accelerated.

The intense sunlight shone through the window onto his bed, hitting him, so warm that he didn't even want to move his fingers.

Xiang Yong didn't even want to eat, so he took out another Qi Gathering Pill and a lower grade spirit stone, and suddenly a little under the right shoulder blade in his back began to burn again.

It's like someone scalding it with burning moxa sticks, making Xiang Yong's scalp tighten and his teeth clench. With trembling hands, he put the spirit stone and the Qi Gathering Pill back, wanting to wait for the pain to disappear, just like he had done several times before.

But then, the pain began to rise under the left shoulder blade, and the burning pain turned into a stinging pain, and something seemed to be about to erupt from under the skin.

Xiang Yong tore off his clothes in two and two, stood in front of the mirror and turned around, turned his head to look, and saw that his two shoulder blades were red under them.

He frowned, he had checked twice before, and there was nothing unusual here, why did it suddenly change now?

He tried to touch the piece of skin under his left shoulder blade with his right hand, and it felt a little rough to the touch, as if it had been coarsely sanded.

When I pressed hard, I felt a small bump under my skin, as if something was about to grow.

He touched his right shoulder blade with his left hand and felt the same thing.

Xiang Yong was a little flustered.

This is a rare emotional experience, in 5000 years of long life, he has experienced too much, it can be said that he has long had the mental cultivation of Mount Tai before the collapse without being shocked.

But it was so weird that he had never encountered it in his previous life. Why is there such a change after being born again?

Thinking of the moment before he was reborn, he was hit by the powerful demon magic of the demon clan, and he had a faint bad premonition.

Another wave of pain struck, this time even more intense, and the pain made his eyes glow. Xiang Yong clenched his teeth and didn't scream. But he couldn't keep standing, bent over and half-knelt on the ground, his hands weakly supporting, this short effort, his face was already crawling with sweat, dripping down his cheeks.

Why is this happening? What is wrong with my body?

It's not just the pain under the shoulder blades, the pain has spread to the whole body, every muscle, every inch of skin, the tongue, the eyes, the nose, and every pore. He felt like a ball full of air, ready to explode at any moment.

It hurts to the marrow – no, to the soul!

Xiang Yong's consciousness became blurred, and he began to smash the floor tiles with punches.

The tiles were smashed to pieces, blood stained the floor red, and the cracked skin revealed white phalanges, but he couldn't feel the pain in his hands.

He was no longer able to support his body, and he fell to the floor, convulsing violently, unable to bear the great pain any longer, and let out a scream that was not like a human voice from his throat.

"Ahhhhh!!!h

It seemed that the sound didn't come out at all, just that he thought he was screaming, but in fact his throat was already so painful that he couldn't make a sound at all.

His chest rubbed against the ground, and the broken tiles cut out the bloody marks, which made him feel a little lighter, and his swollen and aching body seemed to finally have a place to vent.

He thought it was already the most painful thing, but apparently he was wrong, and soon there was an even more intense pain under his shoulder blades, and he could clearly feel something puncture the bone, puncture the skin, and grow out of his back.

He barely propped himself up a little with his arms and looked in the mirror.

In the mirror, there was a hideous and terrifying face, full of fine hair, the pupils turned golden, and the chest was covered with dense white hair, and behind him, a pair of white wings stained with blood were breaking through the skin, struggling and swaggering, tenacious like a small grass pressed by a stone, growing unyieldingly.

The consciousness that had been blurred suddenly became sober.

He was so bluffed that his soul was almost gone!.

"Yumin, no!" Xiang Yong screamed in his heart, "No! This is impossible! I can't demonize! How can I demonize? The current aura concentration is far from enough, how can it be demonized! This is an illusion, this can't be true!"

He slapped the floor hard, and with his palm, the whole room shook with it, and the large tiles shattered, the debris splattered, and a deep palm print appeared on the cement below.