Chen Tai suddenly opened his eyes.
I didn’t die?
In his memories, the Demon Sect he led was besieged by several major righteous sects.
“Damn, I just took your senior sisters and junior sisters as cauldrons when I was young. Why are you holding a grudge for hundreds of years?”
Chen Tai's memory stopped at the moment when he self-detonated with the sect's treasure.
“With that kind of power, there shouldn't be any living creatures within a thousand miles.”
Chen Tai stretched out his hands, examining the countless scars on them.
He immediately wanted to channel his energy to heal his injuries.
“Cough cough cough ~ Still heavily injured?”
The surrounding spiritual energy was so thin, it was like being in a desolate wasteland.
“But it’s good to be alive, even though most of my demonic skills are gone, my foundation is still there. Sooner or later, I will kill my way back!”
Chen Tai had this confidence.
As long as there were enough blood sacrifices here to help him recover to the Foundation Establishment Realm, he had countless ways to rebuild his sect and even reach a higher level!
But when he looked up to observe his surroundings.
An object caught his eye, making his pupils constrict.
“Tower... crane!”
He stared blankly at the tall machine.
Unknowingly, two lines of clear tears slid down his cheeks.
“I... am home?”
…
Chen Tai did not stay in the wild for long.
Although he was seriously injured, he was not in danger of dying.
He just needed to find a place to cultivate in seclusion and repair his meridians, and he could start practicing again.
Although the spiritual energy here was thin, it would drive any orthodox cultivator to despair.
But for a demon cultivator, it was not a problem.
“Hey, everything in the world has a spirit, and a spiritual energy.”
Chen Tai walked along, casually catching a couple of fish and shrimp to eat.
“The secret techniques of my Demon Sect are not picky about cultivation materials at all.”
“Abundant spiritual energy is good, but those places are often occupied by powerful individuals.”
“Only these remote corners are rarely visited by cultivators.”
“As long as there are people, there are emotions.”
“There is intoxication and extravagance.”
“There is drunken stupor.”
“There is luxury and indulgence.”
“It’s a godsend for the Demon Sect!”
He looked at the increasingly dazzling red lights and green lights in front of him.
And the increasingly noisy human voices around him, an involuntary smile appeared on his lips.
“This place is not connected to the Netherworld, so I can't cultivate the Netherworld Saint Technique.”
“It doesn’t matter, I can use the Blood Slaughter Secret Art to repair my body and then refine my consciousness with the Five Senses Demon Scroll.”
“As for later, whether it’s using the Six Desires Demon Sutra to weave a net of Six Desires or using the Seven Emotions Manual to cultivate the Seven Emotions Divine Flame, it’s all up to me.”
Chen Tai pondered as he walked.
But when he got closer, his expression suddenly changed.
It turned out that he couldn’t understand a single word of what the locals were saying.
The people walking on the street were all short and dark-skinned Shan people.
“Hey, I never left the country in my first life, but I’m in a foreign country in my third life.”
But
This was a small matter.
Chen Tai greedily took a breath of the air mixed with worldly turbidity, and his spirit was refreshed.
Then, he found two thugs who didn’t look like good people on the street.
He deliberately bumped into them.
His fingers secretly hooked a certain invisible line in the air.
The two thugs with braids and tattoos on their faces immediately became furious.
Looking up, they saw a tall and strong man with strange clothes.
They were stunned for a moment, then their anger grew even stronger.
“Long Guo people.”
The two pulled out their daggers, shoving Chen Tai into a small alley.
“Hand over all your money!”
The two waved their daggers, barking at Chen Tai.
On the way as Chen Tai obediently followed them.
They had already determined that this Long Guo person was easy to bully.
Otherwise, the other party would have already pushed them away with his height and strength.
This was the survival experience of Sanbianpo.
They laughed in their hearts, thinking that these Long Guo people were all just for show.
On the other hand, they were envious, thinking that Long Guo people were so tall and strong, they couldn’t wait to beat them up.
They also fantasized about how Long Guo people were always generous, and after finishing this job, they might be able to go to the Jincui Music Hall to have a good time, or go to the Lanqin to play for a night.
Chen Tai just smiled slightly and gently breathed out at the two.
The two thugs felt their bodies become light and airy.
It was like they were stepping on cotton.
Or like flying in the sky.
Then.
They were horrified to find that they seemed to have lost control of their bodies.
The strangely dressed Long Guo man walked up to them.
And gently pointed a finger at one of them.
The man let out a silent scream.
Countless blood blisters suddenly appeared on his face.
“How does the Boiling Blood Technique taste?”
Chen Tai smiled and looked at their terrified expressions.
He wiped his finger across his eyes.
The thugs in front of him suddenly had something extra in his eyes.
There was a dark cloud over their foreheads, with black qi sinking, clearly a wicked person who had committed heinous crimes.
“Death is not a pity, maybe it can give me merit.”
Chen Tai opened his mouth and inhaled.
In the other thug’s horrified eyes.
The thug who had been hit with the Boiling Blood Technique had countless blood lines bursting out of his body.
Those blood lines flew to Chen Tai, gathering into a blood ball.
The owner of this blood slowly turned into a dry corpse.
A gust of wind blew ~, turning it into ashes, leaving only a pile of clothes on the ground.
Chen Tai stared at the blood ball, looking at it and disdainful.
“What kind of black and green stuff is this.”
“To harm me, you actually poisoned your own blood?”
It was obvious that the thug had a decadent lifestyle, and his blood was mixed with all sorts of viruses.
However, this was nothing to Chen Tai.
He gently blew, the blood ball rippled, and a black qi with a foul odor emerged from it.
The blood ball visibly shrunk by a large amount.
Chen Tai raised his hand and put the blood ball into his mouth.
Instantly refining it.
His shattered meridians were also repaired a bit.
Chen Tai turned to the other person.
With a point of his finger, the man felt he had regained control of his body.
But facing the evil spirit in front of him, he couldn’t muster any courage.
His legs went weak, and he knelt down. A pungent smell of urine wafted from under him.
Chen Tai waved his hand to dispel the pungent smell.
There was only a thin layer of dark cloud over this person’s head.
Of course, judging from his relatively young face, he was probably not kind-hearted, but simply hadn’t done much evil yet.
Chen Tai walked up to him.
He asked softly: “Tell me, where is this? Who is your boss? Where is he?”
The thug felt a force compelling him to answer quickly.
He couldn’t lie, or he would die immediately.
“This is Sanbianpo. My boss is called Bazige…”
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