become a demon [rebirth]

The gate slowly opened under the creaking noise, revealing a gap half the height of a person, and a white lightning struck right on the head!

Mo Zheng resisted its attack with the scabbard, feeling the force from the scabbard, his expression turned cold.

He quickly drew his sword and slashed towards its abdomen, causing it to give up its attack and retreat instead. Mo Zheng took advantage of this gap to leave immediately.

One person and one tiger immediately pulled away ten meters.

Mo Zheng turned his wrist, feeling a little sore.After fighting the tiger monster, he understood.

This is a demon.

Every time a person cultivates a level of blood refining energy, he can increase his strength by a hundred catties, so Meng Huashang was able to kick open the door panel of eight hundred catties so easily that day!But the increase of one level of demon cultivation is 150 catties.

He is already at the ninth level of blood refining, one step short of Dzogchen, and because of Ah Xuan's blood, his current strength is definitely more than a thousand catties.

So this demon's cultivation is definitely higher than the eighth level of blood refining!

The hot wind swept across his face, and the air was like a tongue of fire. He subconsciously turned his face sideways and jumped back.

A strand of temple hair fell from the spot, and a bloodstain appeared on his face.

Mo Zheng was taken aback by the pain on the side of his face, and then smiled to himself.

The white tiger raised its tail, lowered its body, and let out a menacing roar at him, its eyes were red as if dripping blood, and it was not half sanity.

Mo Zheng held the sword in his backhand, and with a buzzing sound, the sword turned into a long rainbow, and slashed fiercely at its head.

The white tiger flicked his waist, flexibly circled to the side of the sword, stretched out the tiger's palm and slapped it hard.

But when the sword body turned, the blade was facing upwards!

The white tiger hastily withdrew its palms, and pressed its sharp claws against the blade, and there was a sudden pain in its abdomen.

The blood in its eyes was even more bloody, as if it had been aroused to be ferocious, its whole body's strength soared, and it held down the sword in its hand, like a steel whip, its tail stood up and cut, and it was drawn on Mo Zheng's back!

Mo Zheng took this blow hard, he used his wrist to stab it straight in the abdomen, and then slid sideways, blood gushed out.

With a whine, the white tiger immediately drew back.

Mo Zheng staggered, leaned on his sword and stood firm, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with cold eyes, "You are at the perfect level of blood refinement."

The soaring strength just now definitely reached two thousand catties!

The white tiger was half lying on the ground, grunting and panting from its throat, as if it was seriously injured.

But Mo Zheng knew it was fake. Although the blow he had just cut open its abdomen, the depth was far from reaching the point where it was dying, and its behavior was just leading him over.

Suddenly, Nie Yan's voice came from the high platform: "This game will be considered a tie."

The tiger's strength is not exhausted, and humans also have the strength to fight. For the sake of the loss of the arena, it is better to stop.He looked at Mo Zheng with deep meaning in his eyes, and he looked down upon him.

"Life and death, never ending." Mo Zheng let go of the sword supporting his body, and said slowly.

He hasn't fully grasped Dzogchen, how can he let it end?After all, Dzogchen is not so easy to find.

There was silence on the field, and the life-and-death struggle continued.

……

Mo Zheng slowly opened the door when the moon was on the branches and the oil lamp was illuminating the inner room.

The person sitting on the window looked back at him and asked, "Have you gained anything?"

Mo Zheng was startled, and nodded: "I have figured out Dzogchen, and I can practice it in less than three days."

The man nodded and said nothing more.

Mo Zheng felt a little strange, he thought that his self-assertion would make Ah Xuan angry.

Dao pretended to have eyes on his back, turned his back and said, "You think I'll be angry?"

"Isn't it?" Since he made it clear, Mo Zheng didn't like to beat around the bush, he was too tired today.

Dao Lianyan jumped out of the window, and said with a cold face, "Since you know, why don't you go to bed and lie down."

After finishing speaking, he pushed Mo Zheng onto the bed and let him lie on his stomach, which just happened to prove that deeds are always more gentle than words.

Pulling away Mo Zheng's clothes, he saw the shocking one, a three-finger-wide bruise stretching across his white back, dividing the backline into two halves.

He reached out to touch it, but stopped.He wanted to scold him for being an idiot, but he couldn't. He knew that all monks' understandings were his own, and that others' experiences could never be his own. Own.

He was right, he had to admit.

But he was still upset in his heart, and then this discomfort pushed him to use his spiritual power on his fingertips, and rubbed vigorously to loosen the bruise.Tomorrow morning, it will be back to normal.Although, he also has ways to avoid the pain, but he still wants him to remember the origin of the pain, so that he can be more careful in the future.

The muscles under his hands visibly trembled, Dao Yaoyan frowned, his hands relaxed a little, and said, "Be careful next time."

"Master..." After a long time, Mo Zheng's voice came from under the quilt, with a bit of tiredness.

"What are you doing?" He lowered his voice subconsciously, but no one responded. He looked down and found that the man had fallen asleep, and there was still tiredness between his brows.

He laughed dumbfounded, touched the scabbed scars on his face with complicated eyes, lowered his head to try to do something, but in the end he just scraped his face with his fingertips.

……

Time flies, and more than ten days have passed.These days, Mo Zheng has never stepped out of this room since he broke through the blood-refining realm, he has consolidated his cultivation in the blood-refining realm and has not advanced any further. He is too impatient to eat hot tofu.

But these days, the reputation of the one-step foundation builder in the western city has long been spread, and the reputation temporarily overwhelmed many budding geniuses, and there is still some distance from the few geniuses recognized by the world. Although this name is terrible, but It is one thing to be willing to spread the word, but quite another to believe it.

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Dao who was sitting by the window asked nonsensically, it seemed that since that night, he had fallen in love with that window, and he always liked to sit around when he had nothing to do.

"It's not like going to a private school, do you need some parents to accompany you?" Mo Zheng replied.

Dao made a ridiculous smile, stretched out his hand and folded something out of the window, and handed it to Mo Zheng.

When I looked closely, it turned out that for a newly bloomed peach blossom, only one flower bloomed on the top, and the bottom was full of buds.

"The first peach blossom in Shangqiu will be given to you. I wish you a successful victory."

Although he didn't know what entering the academy had to do with peach blossoms, Mo Zheng accepted it obediently and filled it with a pot of water to temporarily maintain its beauty.

"Then I'll be leaving." Mo Zheng blatantly said goodbye.

The man stood by the window and nodded, he couldn't see clearly against the light.

……

"Brother, can we really enter the academy like this?"

"I said there is no limit, it doesn't matter where you are, as long as you can pass the exam, what can't you get in? Academy is the most fair place in the world."

"But, can we pass the exam? The college exam must be difficult."

"Why talk so much? Do more and talk less, I don't know! What's more, I won't be reconciled if I don't take the exam!"

The two young men in washed white Tsing Yi headed towards the experimental site of the academy.

Enrollment for the academy has officially started.

The author has something to say:

In fact, I'm just a pretender (top the pot and run away)

Now it is enough to memorize the three realms of blood refining, bone boiling, and soul opening. The part of entering the academy is mainly these three realms, and I will write it later, I am afraid you will not remember =w=

Cute little theater——

Apprentice: I always feel that something is wrong

Master: What is the disciple always looking around for?

Apprentice turned back immediately

Master: It was dangerous, I was almost discovered Σ(°△°|||)

Apprentice after returning: I found that there always seemed to be idiots following me =w=

Master: ... ━━∑(￣□￣*|||━━ (The little apprentice is talking nonsense!)