C13 If You Want to Practice This Skill You must Castrate Yourself First

Xuanyang, who was already at the door, nearly fell down when he heard Daoist Qian Huan call him godfather. However, if it really falls, our immortal ancestor Xuanyang would become famous again.

Xuanyang immediately teleported beside Daoist Thousand Illusion. He looked at Daoist Thousand Illusion seriously. What meaning was there for Daoist Thousand Illusion to throw away his dignity just because of a flaw in his cultivation technique? Xuanyang borrowed a sentence from the "Zu An's Biography" and said to the Thousand Illusion Daoist one word at a time:

"Trash, the reason I let you go is to make you work hard at cultivating to kill me. Giving you a cultivation technique is not to make you recognize me as your godfather, you are lacking in fatherly love. If your father knew that, he would angrily jump out of the bone ash urns. If I cut off one of your arms, you should feel resentment towards me and quickly raise your cultivation to kill me. "

"Yes, yes, yes." Thousand Illusion also had no excuse. The idea of recognizing Xuanyang as his godfather popped up in his mind. How strange, even I am not such a person who follows the flame. Daoist Thousand Illusion kneeled on the ground, puzzled.

Xuanyang raised his hand and gently touched it with two fingers. Then, he turned around and walked towards the old door. Before he left, Xuanyang said something that reached the Thousand Illusion Daoist's ears.

"I originally wanted to let you end this matter on your own, but I see that you don't have the slightest bit of resentment towards me right now. I'll help you then. I believe that you will especially want to kill me very soon." This ruin will be sealed in three minutes. Don't forget to take the corpses of these fellows with you.

When he reached the old door, the unconscious photographer had traces of black blood on his face.

It was ten thirty.

"For the sake of making me painstakingly train, you've truly put in a lot of effort. I've decided that as your godfather, I will definitely live up to your expectations. I will definitely work hard."

After Xuanyang left, the Thousand Illusion Daoist who was able to understand a full score finally 'understood' Xuanyang's intentions. His eyes were filled with emotion, the old man's timid body knelt straight up, and he kowtowed towards the direction Xuanyang left in, without any distracting thoughts.

He, Daoist Thousand Illusion, was insatiable with greed and extravagance, but he was also someone with a bottom line. He had done many evil deeds, but if others respected him, he would respect them for ten feet.

Although he didn't know what Xuanyang meant by pointing his finger just now, he probably just wanted to scare him.

Thousand Illusion stood up and lifted up the reporter and photographer with one hand. When he saw the cold reporter, he didn't know why but he felt it was strange.

Something was wrong? However, Thousand Illusion Daoist did not think about it too much and picked up the photographer beside the old door and brought him away as well. He was the best at destroying corpses after he left the ruins.

Time: 10: 50 PM.

The television station had sent a few people to pick up the unconscious cameraman, but when they arrived, there was no trace of him at all.

The ruins had disappeared!

The entire meteor circle returned to its desolate state, as if nothing had ever happened.

However, these people shivered as they clearly remembered that there were close to a thousand experts buried in the circle of meteors in the desert.

The few of them rushed back, ready to tell this weird news to the manager.

Big news.

It was 11: 00 PM sharp.

The Thousand Illusion Daoist was already comfortably lying on the bed of the largest 7-Star hotel in Zone Z. Two beautiful women were kneeling on the bed, their hands constantly moving around the back of the Thousand Illusion Daoist.

Surrounded by ruins, Large Success Stage powerhouses, and peerless cultivation techniques, the Thousand Illusion Daoist's mind was flooded with these thoughts. But now, he didn't need to think about anything else.

Since he had already obtained the cultivation technique, he would start cultivating it tomorrow. Today, Daoist Qian Huan turned around and smiled obscenely at the two women.

The first thing he did was to take advantage of the situation. Even if he only had one hand, it would not lose out in the slightest to the Thousand Illusion Daoist. He then skillfully stripped these two women of their clothes. The two women's faces were flushed red, their bodies trembling slightly as though they were inviting Daoist Thousand Illusion. Thousand Illusion chuckled. Just as he was about to take off his underwear, he suddenly realized something.

If it was in the past, how could he be so calm today? When his hand touched his little brother, Thousand Illusion's face instantly turned cold. Was it really so flat? Gone?

"You two, scram!" Waving his arm, the two girls immediately rolled naked under the bed. The Thousand Illusion Daoist did not care about their expressions and shouted towards the two of them.

While complaining, the two women put on their underwear and left the room. The discussion before they left made Daoist Qian Huan even more angry.

What was going on? He took off his underwear and looked at the part of his body where his younger brother was. It had already become extremely smooth.

The chickens were gone? Instantly, an incredibly marvelous look appeared on Thousand Illusionary's face.

Could it be that this cultivation technique was the same?

Thousand Illusion immediately sat down, his only hand close to his dantian as he began to circulate the Black Formula . As soon as his spirit energy began to circulate, his entire body seemed to have been struck by lightning.

Before he fainted, there was only one sentence in his mind.

If he wanted to practice this skill, he would have to castrate himself first. As the yin thunder entered his body, he felt an incomparable pain.

On the other side, the culprit, Xuanyang, had already returned to his room. He was seriously considering how he should nurture an immortal.

A clear plan appeared in Xuanyang's mind. He wanted to find some seedlings to train them after becoming immortals, so that they could crazily humiliate their enemies. However, he didn't kill them, and gave them cultivation techniques so that they could kill him.

When he understood this world well enough, he would establish a sect and explain the flaws of immortals so that others would be prepared to kill him.

Only with a target would he have the motivation, which was better than living in a daze. Xuanyang felt that it wasn't so boring anymore. Even if he failed, he wouldn't be bored for a thousand years.

From today onwards, he would act arrogantly, abusing others but leaving behind survivors. He would also need to leave behind a cultivation technique to help him pursue and kill him.

From today onwards, Xuanyang will walk the path of abuse. Furthermore, Xuanyang did not kill these enemies. Instead, he gave them cultivation techniques so that they could become stronger and then kill him and use them again and again.

One after another, cultivation techniques flashed through Xuanyang's mind. He found some white paper and copied all the cultivation techniques onto it.

"Fifty Supersonic cultivation techniques, that's all for now. "Yi, the kid who called me 'godfather' is still in this city. He fainted, useless." Feeling a familiar energy in the distance, Xuanyang realized that Daoist Qian Huan was also in the city. Although the cultivation technique he gave him was flawed, the speed of his training was first class.

The fifty sets of cultivation techniques in his possession were also at the instant mastery level, and each of them had their own flaws. How could he not pay a bit of a price in order to obtain great strength in a short period of time?

Dong dong dong, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in."