In fact, it is said that it is insomnia, but it is better to say that there is no sleepiness.

It seems to start by compressing the magic yourself.

As soon as little Larissa was calmed down, Chen Cao went back to the bedroom to look at Fali, who was also asleep.

Chen Cao plans to enter the river map, striving to completely compress the magic power in the river map.

As soon as he entered Hetu, Chen Cao suddenly felt a pain in his head.

Then the insomnia for many days healed without medicine.

When Chen Cao woke up again, it was already five days later.

"Old turtle, you're crazy, you're so heavy. Chen Cao covered the back of his head.

Even after such a long time, Chen Cao still felt heavy in the back of his head, like a hundred-ton weighing weight.

"You kid really dare to come here. The old turtle looked at Chen Cao with a look of hatred for iron and steel.

"What's wrong with me?" Chen Cao looked at the old turtle in confusion.

"What's the matter with the magic of your left arm?"

"Oh...... Here's what I came up with. Chen Cao said his thoughts and intentions.

The old turtle's eyes changed when he looked at Chen Cao, it was a look of worship.

However, Chen Cao knew that the old turtle would never worship himself.

Just kidding, can an elephant worship an ant?

"You're so awesome, does your family know?"

"Will this work for me?" Chen Cao asked.

"Throughout the ages, I have never seen anyone who dares to cultivate like you, and neither does the demon clan, anyway, you are the best. ”

"No, you said at the beginning that you hoped that I could create my own exercises and find a path of my own. Chen Cao looked at the old turtle in surprise: "Why now that I have come up with a method by myself, you have poured cold water on me again." ”

"Nonsense, if you want to create your own method, you need to have a deep enough foundation in spells and Taoism, and then through gradual improvement and exploration, you can create a set of cultivation exercises, but you didn't create your own exercises, but you went the wrong way. ”

"Crooked, you're saying I've gone mad?"

"I don't know, if you continue to cultivate and grow step by step, I can guide you, but now you have taken a path that I can't understand at all through compression, and I can't guide you. The old turtle said.

"Isn't it just compressing the magic power, what's the big deal, you can cultivate how you should cultivate. ”

"You think you're just compressing the mana?"

"Otherwise?" Chen Cao didn't think it was a big deal.

"The magic of your right arm now is plausible, and I don't know what it means to say it's magic or not. The old turtle said.

"No, I didn't feel any change in my magic, and I didn't feel any change when I was fighting. ”

"Because you don't have enough strength now, you can't feel anything deeper at all, but I can feel that your left arm no longer contains magical power. ”

"What then? I'll scatter the magic?"

"Are you scattered?" The old turtle looked at Chen Cao with a funny look: "With your little world recovery speed, how much magic power you scatter, how much magic power you will replenish immediately." ”

"Forget it, there is a wrong move, a mistake is a mistake, you can't let me chop off my left arm. Chen Cao was heartless: "I'll compress the magic power of my whole body first." ”

"It's okay, it's hard to reverse anyway, I'll see how you do it, it stands to reason that this compression won't change the structure of the magic. ”

Chen Cao began to compress the magic power in front of the old turtle.

Chen Cao had just finished compressing a piece of magic on his chest, and the old turtle pointed a little finger, and Chen Cao's chest suddenly lacked a piece of flesh the size of a finger.

Chen Cao, who was in pain, broke out in a cold sweat, and opened his mouth to scold: "Old turtle, why are you so ruthless." ”

The old turtle picked up a piece of flesh and blood on Chen Cao's chest with his fingers, and his face was full of suspicion.

"It's strange, there seems to be nothing special about your process of compressing the magic power, why does this smell change after the compression is completed?"

Chen Cao waited for his chest to heal, and then he began to compress his magic again.

And the old turtle has been studying Chen Cao's nail-sized breast.

Chen Cao didn't know what he was studying.

A month has passed, and Chen Cao has compressed the magic power of his whole body by 90%.

But the small piece of meat on the old turtle's finger is still as bright as ever.

Chen Cao was about to speak, when the old turtle suddenly threw Chen Cao's piece of meat into his mouth.

This move startled Chen Cao: "I'll go, old turtle, you won't want to eat me, right?" ”

"Fuck off, I'm not in the mood to joke with you, old man. The old turtle glared at Chen Cao.

Chen Cao's magic compression seemed to have caused the old turtle to fall into a bottleneck.

He couldn't figure out what was wrong.

If you want to say that it's just magic compression, the old turtle can do it with one finger.

However, even if the old turtle personally compressed the magic power, it only changed the quality of the magic power, but did not change the essence of the magic power.

This change is likely to come from Chen Cao himself.

"Old turtle, what's wrong with you?" Chen Cao looked at the old turtle with a sad expression.

"Maybe you're right. The old turtle held back such a sentence for a long time.

"What do you mean?"

"Hetu has been in the world for thousands of years, the vicissitudes of the outside world, and I have forgotten my ambitions. ”

"Old turtle, don't be insane, why don't I get a psychiatrist for you?" Chen Cao looked at the old turtle worriedly.

"Get out, turtle, I'm normal. The old turtle glared at Chen Cao.

"So what the hell are you doing here? You're obviously not normal during this time. ”

"For cultivation, the East calls it spiritual power, and the West calls it magic power, but in general, there is no difference, even if I have been cultivating in the river map for tens of millions of years, I can't change the essence of magic power, the difference is only in the size of the amount, but the magic power on your kid may no longer be called magic or spiritual power. ”

"What is it called?" Chen Cao didn't understand what the old turtle was talking about: "Do you want to call it divine power?"

"Yes, this is called divine power in the West and immortal power in the East. ”

"Don't be funny, it's like I'm about to ascend. Chen Cao's face was disgusted.

"I'm not kidding, and what you said about ascension is true, but you're now many times worse than flying. The old turtle glanced at Chen Cao: "The only chance for me to break away from the river map is to ascend, and now, this opportunity is on you." ”

Chen Cao shuddered: "I'm not Tang Seng, old turtle, don't look at me like this." ”

"Get out, old turtle, I need to understand the mystery of your body, why the magic power will become immortal power after being compressed by you. ”

"But after all, this immortal power is useful?"

"Wash the tendons and cut the veins, awaken the supernatural powers, just like the ancient gods. ”

"Old turtle, what you say is getting more and more mysterious, I always feel that your words are unreliable. Chen Cao was a little furious: "That ancient god said that Shouyuan must be a lot more than you, they don't even have scum left now, I probably won't be stronger than them, and even if you use your cultivation, it is estimated that you can beat them." ”