At this time, Fang Lie was full of confidence and said in his heart: "So many good babies, plus infinite magic power, I don't believe that I can't kill you bastards."

However, at this moment, the old bird suddenly spoke: "Although you have the advantage of the sustainability of magic power, if the absolute total amount does not increase, your magic powers, magic weapons, and power will be greatly limited, and I am afraid it may not be as you wish."

Mana first frowned, then suddenly realized: "You mean, I have a third-level magic weapon, and they also have a third-level magic weapon. If my explosive power is insufficient, it may be difficult to kill them?"

"This is natural," the old bird sneered: "You actually don't know much about the rules of the cultivation world. The inner sect elites are already core disciples of major sects. In addition to the magic weapons on them, there will be life-saving objects specially given by the elders of the sect. They may be powerful talismans, or they may be one-time magic weapons. Especially when they reach the level of the inner sect's core disciples, they even have precious treasures that can be resurrected."

When Fang Lie heard this, his brows frowned deeply and said, "Can the resurrection treasure be a puppet for death?"

"Yes, but not just that." The old bird explained: "The resurrection treasure of our Mo Sect is a substitute puppet. But other sects are different. The Taoist sect is the Golden Lotus Dao Seed, while the Xuanmen's all the wonders are treasures that can be resurrected, and the core of the easy inner sect is difficult to obtain."

"According to what you said, even if the inner elite disciples do not have the treasures of the resurrection type, they will have great power and disposable treasures. Then wouldn't I suffer a loss?" Fang Lie frowned.

"It's indeed a loss," the old bird smiled bitterly and said, "If there is no good master, you will definitely suffer this loss. According to my calculations, you are likely to encounter some divine talismans equivalent to the power of a fourth-level magic weapon, or even divine thunder, which will definitely kill you in seconds."

"Damn it" Fang Lie said angrily: "It's obvious that everything is very good. It's just for the disciples to discuss it, but I secretly gave such a big killing weapon. Isn't that too hypocritical?"

"Haha, if you want to talk, you're just polite. The real purpose is to fight for the way of Taoism." The old bird smiled and said, "The path of cultivation is extremely difficult. In addition to fighting with the sky and the earth, we also have to fight with people. No one can bear to lose the disciples who have worked hard to lose halfway, so we will naturally give them some good things."

"Then what do you think I should do?" Fang Lie frowned.

"It's very simple. As long as you can use the "Explosion Art" to increase your magic power several times. With your magic weapon, even if you face the fourth-level divine thunder, you can be injured without death." The old bird smiled and said, "What is injury to you?"

"But, the Explosion Technique has been improved by ten times the magic power. Where can I continue to improve it?" Fang Lie said in shock.

"Why don't there? There are many tricks for self-harm in the world, and you only understand one of the "Explosion Aura" and as long as you practice another one, you can do it?" the old bird said with a smile.

"Damn it," Fang Lie couldn't help but shout, "It's okay? Anyway, I'm not afraid of being injured. So I keep self-harm and constantly improving my mana. Wouldn't I be able to improve infinitely? Then I'm too perverted

"Nonsense" the old bird laughed and scolded: "Why do you think the "Sutra of the Divine Phoenix Nirvana" is so difficult to learn? Thousands of people died for it, and the ancestor of the Momen specially opened up the fire path for reincarnation for him, and even placed me here to suppress and guard such an important peerless magical skill. If you don't have the ability to defy the heavens, how can you be worthy of the name of the only great magical skill in the world?"

"So that's it." Fang Lie immediately said happily: "Then what trick should I learn?"

"The Explosion Art has self-injured your Qihai, squeezed all the potential of the Qihai, and then used the self-injured Qihai magic technique to make no use. I think you should practice the "Blood Burning Art"." The old bird immediately explained: "This is a partial magic technique that improves magic power by burning blood from the cultivator's body."

Fang Lie immediately understood as soon as he heard this. Cultivators are different from mortals. Their blood itself contains rich spiritual energy. If they are all activated, they will definitely be able to release huge magic power.

However, the blood of the monk is also limited, only a dozen pounds. Once it burns more than half, it will be in danger of life.

Moreover, the monk's blood recovery is slow. It takes several months to restore one-third of his blood. During this period, it is a period of weakness and his strength is less than 70% of the original one.

Therefore, this "Blood Burning Art" is completely a desperate trick for others. Although it can increase mana several times in a short period of time, it cannot last long and can easily burn itself to death.

But Fang Lie is different. He has the Nirvana Demonic healing technique, and even the essence and blood of the natal being are almost endless, let alone ordinary blood.

So Fang Lie was overjoyed and said, "It's so good, just pass it to me quickly."

"I am a magic weapon spirit, not the Momen's scripture library." The old bird said angrily: "If you want "Blood Burning Art", go to Qingfeng Tower to find it yourself."

"Okay, then" Fang Lie had no choice but to nod and agreed.

Next, Fang Lie began to use the "Treasure Sutra" and also put the Soul-Stationing Bell into his own Qihai for warmth.

After doing this, Fang Lie cleaned up casually and left the seclusion secret room.

When I came outside, I found that it was already afternoon and Maomao was not here, so I might have gone out because I had something to do.

Fang Lie was too lazy to care too much, so he spread his wings and flew straight outside.

When Fang Lie arrived at Qingfeng Pavilion, the sun had already set in the west, dyed a little red, making it look beautiful.

However, Fang Lie had no intention of appreciating it. He hurried to the place where the Buddhist scriptures were, and asked the officials on duty where the "Blood Burning Art" was.

Because Fang Lie's identity is special, he can read any secrets here without any contribution, so the agency who did the work according to the rules did not make things difficult for him.

Fang Lie successfully got the "Blood Burning Art" and copied it. It was not until this time that Fang Lie's eager mood calmed down and he began to rush back leisurely.

Along the way, most of the disciples who saw Fang Lie bowed and looked grateful on their faces. No one forced them, and the other party's respect was all from the heart.

The reason is very simple. It is because Fang Lie, a naughty young man in the eyes of others, made a few big fuss in the sect, which changed the sect's atmosphere.

There have never been deacons again in Qingfeng Tower, and there will be no deacons again after hearing this.

If there is no deacon, all the duties will be performed by local authorities, and there will be no corruption or exploitation.

All outer disciples finally treat everyone equally and can receive their own sect benefits, and there is no need to worry about being exploited and contributed after completing sect tasks.

Compared to the miserable days before, they are almost dying of happiness now.

Of course, these people do not include the children of aristocratic families. On the contrary, these people almost hate Fang Lie to death.

Because of Fang Lie, their sect's benefits have become the same as those of ordinary outer disciples, no longer double or even triple.

Because of Fang Lie, they can no longer be greedy for other people's contributions.

It was because Fang Lie that their family could not embezzle a large number of spirit stones, so the number of spirit stones given to them was greatly reduced, and they could no longer spend spirit stones as big as before.

Moreover, the most important thing is that Fang Lie's nature of jealousy has not changed. In the past, once he saw a family bullying ordinary outer disciples, he would stand up without hesitation and argue with them. Not to mention now.

Those children of aristocratic families used to dare to threaten weak outer disciples and blackmail their savings. But now, almost no one dares to do this. At least within the scope of Qingfeng Tower, the original bully figures are now honest.

Because the area near Qingfeng Tower has been regarded as Fang Lie's territory, who dares to act wild here? If he really catches him once, and the new and old accounts will be settled together, maybe someone will die directly?

Thousands of people who have died at Fang Lie's hands are bloody examples. Even the most fierce bully is, he will never dare to be a little presumptuous when facing such a big killing weapon now.

Therefore, the atmosphere around Qingfeng Tower has now become very good, so good that it is unimaginable that it can be called "not closing the door at night or picking up the leftovers on the road".

All the rogues and bullies disappeared. Some people couldn't stand being restricted and left. Some people were forced to be honest. Of course, some people had been beaten to death by Fang Lie's big stick.

It is precisely because of this that those outer disciples are grateful to Fang Lie from the bottom of their hearts and even worship Fang Lie. When they see him, they bow respectfully.

Fang Lie did not become perverted because of his improvement in his status. Whenever someone greeted him, he would return the same kind of greetings.

Although no one said anything kind of polite, everything was left unspeakable.

In a blink of an eye, Fang Lie arrived at the first floor of Qingfeng Tower under the gaze of everyone, and was about to walk out.

But at this moment, a man stood in front of Fang Lie.

"I said Brother Fang, you have arrived at the door, why don't you go to my shop to check it out?" The old shopkeeper of Baibaozhai looked at Fang Lie with a sad face and said.

"Oh, it turns out to be the old shopkeeper." Fang Lie hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "I'm too busy recently, so I don't have time to pay my respects. It's really rude."

Although Fang Lie said this and did it in a normal manner without any rudeness, the old shopkeeper still heard a hint of alienation.
Chapter completed!