Mr. Zeng finished his tea, paused for a moment, and then explained: "My demon cultivator mainly cultivates demonic consciousness, which is something that can control demonic energy. The stronger the demonic consciousness, the more complex the demonic energy can be learned.
With skills, you can also refine better elixirs and magic weapons, and you can also activate magic weapons and perform more powerful and complex magic skills."
"So, this demon consciousness is the only measuring factor for the demon cultivator to advance."
"Of course, magic energy is also very important. To perform magic, you need to consume magic energy. The more magic energy you have, the more powerful magic you can perform in a short time. However, magic cultivation does not have any energy skills such as martial arts.
To improve your cultivation, you can only rely on continuous practice of alchemy and magic, practice makes perfect."
Having said this, Mr. Zeng couldn't help but frown slightly, raised his head, and murmured: "Perhaps in the future, some strange people will be able to create a magical cultivation method like martial arts to cultivate this demonic energy alone."
Speaking of Du Xuan, although he wanted to crush the bamboo pieces immediately, bring in reinforcements, and kill the old man in front of him, he still rationally forced himself to listen carefully first.
After all, I will be a demon cultivator from now on, so I might as well listen to this old man's words for now.
"In addition to magic consciousness, you also need a magic weapon. Once you master its essentials, you can drive the magic weapon through magic energy and cast the magic skills attached to it."
As Mr. Zeng said, he took out a disk with a small ball and a small round rod on it. "This disk is used to test the magic consciousness. It is called a magic measuring tool. This small stick is actually a
The magic weapon has only one small magic skill, which is to absorb objects."
"As long as you inject magic energy, feel the subtle path in this small stick, and move the magic energy around in this subtle path, you can absorb the object. However, please note that the magic energy cannot hit the wall. Once it hits the wall, the success will be lost and you must start over. In addition,
, you have to keep using magic to keep adsorbing objects."
"The further this goes, the more demonic energy will naturally be consumed. The demonic consciousness is even more of a test, and you must concentrate on it. As for the demonic consciousness, you will slowly feel it."
Mr. Zeng seemed to be thirsty after talking, so he picked up the tea cup on the table next to him and drank it all in one gulp. Then he said again: "Come on, give it a try and see what level you, a little genius, can achieve."
After Zeng Lao finished speaking, he handed the magic measuring tool in his hand to Du Xuan.
Du Xuan didn't think so, thinking how difficult it was. He took the stick and pointed it at the ball, and then urged the magic energy to enter the stick. Sure enough, there was a tiny hole at the end of the stick. So, he quickly pushed the magic Qi deep into the stick.
Among them, unfortunately, as soon as the demonic energy was accelerated, the demonic energy hit a wall.
I had no choice but to start over.
You need to be more careful the second time, and slowly go deep into it. After a while, the small hole turns ninety degrees, and then makes continuous sharp turns and even U-turns. Although the rod is small, the subtle paths inside it are surprisingly complicated.
If it were a martial spirit that was more difficult to control, I would be exhausted and sweating profusely by now, and it was hard to say how long I could hold on.
At this time, Du Xuan seemed to begin to feel that there was a mysterious and vague force coming from his Dantian, assisting him in controlling the demonic energy. In the past, when controlling martial energy, he relied on the feeling of the body and martial energy to guide him. But now
, it seems that this magical power is assisting him in controlling the devilish energy.
Thinking about it, the reason why this demonic energy is easy to control is that besides the fact that the demonic energy itself is much weaker and far less pure than the martial energy, the more important thing is that there is this demonic consciousness in the Dantian. All demonic energy also starts from the demonic consciousness and is even more affected by the demonic consciousness.
Consciousness control.
Therefore, Du Xuan simply changed to feel the demonic consciousness, become familiar with it, control the demonic consciousness, and then use the demonic consciousness to control the demonic energy.
Gradually, Du Xuan discovered that he could sense a certain range around the subtle path in the stick through his demonic consciousness. In this way, the demonic energy could advance faster and less easily hit the wall, and the demonic energy could be controlled more easily than before.
This sudden appearance of demonic consciousness was as easy as the brain controlling the hands and feet.
Suddenly, the front end of the stick flashed with light, and the ball "swish" tightly adhered to the stick, but it did not stick to the stick, but there was an invisible force that kept the two at a certain distance.
"Hurry around!" The old man saw Du Xuan's every move and said quickly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Du Xuan had already urged the ball to circle. At the same time, he immediately let the demonic energy enter the tiny path again and run as fast as possible.
Unfortunately, after a while, the ball just made a circle, and the ball broke away from the control of the stick and slipped from the edge of the disc.
"Why!"
Du Xuan sighed unwillingly. He didn't have time to cast the magic the second time, just a little bit short.
"Haha, not bad, you can try again." Mr. Zeng stroked his beard and smiled, seeming to be quite satisfied.
Needless to say, Mr. Zeng said that Du Xuan had already picked up the stick again, activating the magic energy and stimulating the magic of the stick.
This time, Du Xuan was obviously much more proficient. While controlling the demonic energy with his demonic consciousness, he held a wooden stick and adsorbed the small ball and quickly circled around the disc.
Mr. Zeng next to him couldn't help but nodded. Unexpectedly, this little boy had really good understanding. He could control the demonic energy very well, and he could also make the wooden stick circle around the disc as quickly as possible.
In fact, the design of this disc is also quite clever. On the one hand, it tests the ability of the demonic consciousness to control the demonic energy, and on the other hand, it tests the brain's response to the outside world. Both are extremely important for actual combat.
After one, two, and three rounds, Du Xuan didn't feel tired at all, and the ball circled steadily and quickly around the disk.
Four circles, five circles.
Sweat finally broke out on his forehead, but the ball was still circling quickly.
Six circles, seven circles, eight circles.
On the ninth lap, Du Xuan finally couldn't hold on any longer and the ball suddenly fell.
Eight laps, this was Du Xuan’s result in the second test.
Du Xuan sighed, still seeming a little disappointed. He was about to try again with the wooden stick, but found that he was too tired and didn't even have the strength to activate the demonic energy.
But Mr. Zeng on the side now opened his eyes wide and looked at the fifteen-year-old boy in front of him with shock.
Seeing that Du Xuan still wanted to try again, he just came back to his senses and hurriedly stopped him: "No! You have consumed too much magic consciousness, so you can't forcefully cast any more spells."
In fact, needless to say, Mr. Zeng said that Du Xuan was unable to activate the demonic energy to cast spells at this time.
Then, Mr. Zeng’s face full of grooves was tangled together. He laughed wildly, not knowing whether it was because of happiness or disappointment. He laughed so hard that a few tears even oozed from the corners of his eyes, and murmured to himself: "Eight circles
, eight circles, it’s actually eight circles, how can it be eight circles.”
The tired Du Xuan didn't know why Mr. Zeng said this, he just panted heavily and looked at Mr. Zeng blankly.
Eight circles, what realm does the demon cultivator belong to? Du Xuan didn't know for the time being. He really wanted to ask, but looking at the crazy old Zeng, he didn't think it was the right time.
What if my aptitude for magic cultivation is too poor and this old man kills me in anger?
Thinking like this, Du Xuan quietly put his hands behind his back and touched the piece of bamboo. If anything happened, he would immediately crush the piece of bamboo.