It's a very unfortunate feeling. [No pop-up novel network]

After living in another world for nearly a thousand years, they have all become saints, but in the end, it is still empty, and they have returned to the starting point.

Bad luck!

Looking at the immature boy who appeared in the coat mirror, Mo Xuan really had a feeling of wanting to cry without tears.

To be honest, when he was in that world before, he was really homesick, and even deceived himself into thinking that his continuous improvement of strength was to find a way to return to Earth.

But now.

It's really back, how does it feel?

Bad luck!

Not only did he come back, but he went back completely, not even back to 2015 before the time travel, but ten years ago, in 2005, when he was in his first year of high school.

It was also his most painful period.

The grades are too poor.

Yes, his grades were so bad at that time that he couldn't even reach the score line of the college entrance examination in the college entrance examination.

In the college entrance examination English, this guy only scored 32 points, you say that you are not unlucky.

There was no way, his guy could only send him to the United States to study, and then, there, he met a beautiful teacher who taught physics.

So, he developed a deep interest in physics, and at the same time ended his maiden career, and then, in less than five years, he became a doctorate.

Speaking of which, his brain is actually quite good.

Of course, these are all off-topic.

Now, he was faced with a new problem.

This body is too weak.

Of course it's weak, how strong can a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy be without any training?

Although Mo Xuan's thoughts are now the thoughts of a saint, they also don't have any power.

At the last moment, under the strong law of time, the Chaos Yuan Force, the Chaos Yuan Force, and even the power of the Sun Purple Pole Golden Fire in his Yuan Shen were all used to protect the Yuan Shen.

This resulted in a result that he was now feeling very depressed, and the original spirit did not collapse, but ran naked.

The only thing that made him feel fortunate was that the black lotus was still there, Dinghaizhu was still there, and the purple gourd was still there.

The accident he faced was one of the most memorable events in his life.

That year, when he was a freshman in high school, he smoked cigarettes in the toilet of their school with a few friends, but when the class bell rang, several people threw the cigarette butts into the toilet and hurried back to the classroom.

As a result, the misfortune does not go alone.

Covered in the smell of smoke, they were caught by the teacher.

They were punished for standing outside the classroom, and when they were halfway outside the classroom, the teacher was about to call them in, and the toilet caught fire.

Now it's a big problem.

Naturally, he was not a vague person, and his first reaction was to rush home, take a large stack of money from a drawer, and run away from home.

And then it was thunderbolted!

Unlike what he remembers, the last time he was thunderbolted, he didn't hold anything in his hands.

But when he was found this time, it is said that according to his mother, he was holding a black gourd tightly in his left hand, and his right arm was holding two fist-sized iron balls.

So, these two things, which looked like antiques but were obviously not, were put together by his parents.

As for the black lotus, it is now floating quietly in his dantian, but unfortunately, it has become the shape of a lotus seed again.

This time, it was a real night back to before liberation!

Dinghai Zhu and Purple Gourd, he doesn't count on it now, if he wants to drive these two things, it is impossible to cultivate without a thousand children for eight hundred years, and Black Lotus can't be counted on, Black Lotus Seed, he only formed a twelve-grade lotus platform after becoming a saint, and now, let alone sanctifying, now he is nothing.

The only thing he could do now was to extend his divine thoughts into the purple gourd and see what was going on inside.

Of course, it can't be called a divine thought, it can only be said to be spiritual power, because the purple gourd was refined by him with the Yuan Shen sacrifice, so the two are connected by the heart.

And there isn't much he can do with the purple gourd, he can only look at the situation inside, just watch.

The gods are dead.

I don't know what's going on, I don't know what year or month the Blood Demon Array inside launched it, refining all the hundreds of thousands of immortals inside.

That wasn't his intention.

So, he only smiled bitterly.

More collapse is yet to come.

The aura is too weak.

No, it should be said that there is no aura in this world at all, only air, filthy air.

It's just the air that can live on people.

Man has now become a very peculiar concept in his mind.

There is no doubt that he was human in his previous life, and this is what he has always confirmed.

But now, he is very responsible to find that it seems that things here are not simple.

This also solved a question in his heart.

Yes, he is now a human, he is Mo Xuan, the same Mo Xuan before he crossed over to the world of gods and demons.

However, it is not exactly the same as human beings in the world of gods and demons.

Humans on Earth are obviously not defined solely by Nuwa's clay formations.

The demon bloodline has penetrated deep into the human physique.

It's not just him, after a week of observation by him.

Although he lost all his strength, he still had the basic feeling.

The human beings on the earth are full of the smell of demons, and if you think about Darwin's argument, it is not unreasonable now.

It seems that because of evolution, this race has now completely evolved into the perfect form of humanity.

Therefore, after he crossed over to that world, he was able to become holy.

In other words, here, he can also be sanctified, but it is so difficult.

................................................ Without aura, even the most basic cultivation cannot be done, and the method of refining qi can only incorporate those in the air that are relatively pure, nourishing, and unpolluted into the internal circulation, so as to make one's body healthier.

As for cultivation, he had his eyes on something else.

Sun.

Say.

I said.

I used to be the sun, but now I'm not.

The sun is different from the sun I had back then, but it still has something in common.

The power of the sun's golden fire.

Only a little bit.

The current sun is made up of incomparably mixed with all kinds of hot energy, the true fire of samadhi, the fire of the sun, and even the bullshit fire in the stone, the fire in the water, the fire in the underworld, and those messy things are mixed together and merged into the star on his head now, the sun.

The amount of the sun's golden fire is so small that it hits only a tiny fraction of the earth.

In the past, it was not enough to eat barbecue, but now, it is extremely precious and very effective.

In fact, if it were now, this sun was composed of the entire solar golden fire, and he wouldn't dare to practice it, because that level of golden fire would only take a little bit to burn his current fragile body, which was not even comparable to a mosquito, into ashes.

Little by little, he extracted the very little golden fire from the sun, integrated it into his body, and slowly changed his physique with the Xuangong of Separation from the Fire, which was his plan.

It's a very distressing thing!

Mo Xuan sat on the top floor of the building, collecting the little bit of golden fire.

From saints to ordinary people, this gap is really too big, and he almost can't accept it.

But in the end, he accepted.

First, after all, his sanctification time is not long, he has not completely tasted the sweetness of sanctification, and he is not used to seeing himself as a saint, and secondly, there is no hope, the purple gourd is still there, Dinghaizhu is still there, his own liferoot, isn't the black lotus seed still there, these are all their own capital, and they are all treasures that have been refined by their own primordial gods, and they are not afraid of losing them at all, which is enough.

What's more, returning to Earth and returning to his original life, this used to be one of his dreams, and now it has come true, which is also good.

Naturally, this idea of self-deception diluted his sense of loss to some extent.

Do you need to make some changes in your life in high school?

Mo Xuan stood up from the top floor of the building with a wry smile, turned his left palm slightly, and a wisp of pale golden flame flashed away.

It's to the limit.

Cultivating for half an hour every day, his body has reached the limit of what it can absorb today, and if he absorbs it again, not only will it be no good, but it will also be harmful to the body, and his mosquito-like fragile body will take a long time to strengthen.

Now his cultivation has adopted an overly safe way, first transforming his body with the Separation from the Fire Xuangong, and then absorbing the heat of the sun, to accelerate the cultivation speed of the Separation from the Fire Xuangong, and to achieve a stable balance between the cultivation of the Separation from the Fire Xuangong and the absorption of the sun's golden fire.

Then there's the astringency.

God knows how this world became like this, it's better to be a low-key person, in this world where you can't figure out the specific situation, it's good to be low-key.

"Damn, it's really a depressing thing to be a low-key person after being sanctified!"

Mo Xuan shook his head and walked down from the top floor of the building.

.................. Back in the house, he sat down on the couch, turned on the TV, and at the same time, the refrigerator door opened automatically, and the Coke flew into his hand as soon as he heard it.

It's an ability he stumbled upon to discover.

An ability that can be acquired without cultivation.

On his first day, after he finished cultivating the Separation Fire Xuangong and absorbing the Sun Golden Fire, he felt as if something in his brain had been touched, and then, a certain aspect of his spiritual power began to grow, and then, he had this kind of energy.

"In the jargon on the earth, something should be the so-called superpower, in terms of the surname of the power, it should come from the natal skill of some demon clan, however, most of the demon clans have achieved cultivation, and the law of this imperial object is a matter of hand, so far it is not completely certain!"

"Maybe it's the mutation of ability caused by evolution!" This is his second speculation, indeed, his body has the blood of the demon race, but this bloodline is too complicated, so that he can't be sure which kind of demon race it is.

It's unlucky, but it's true.

Obviously, in ancient times, the humans on this earth should have lived together with the demon race, and then intermarried with each other, fused with each other, and finally, in the end, the demon race was completely assimilated by the human race.

It became a human-like race in a world similar to that of gods and demons.

However, more or less there is the blood of the demon clan in their bodies, and after a long evolutionary evolution, they have become the ghost they are now.

"Perfect cultivation form, but the lifespan is about the same as that of humans in that world, I really don't know whether to cry or laugh!"

Looking at himself in the mirror, he felt sorry for himself for a while, but his brows suddenly wrinkled, "Damn, I didn't expect Lao Tzu to be a little Zhengtai when he was young, bad luck!"

(To be continued)