Looking at Qin Mo's back as he turned around and left, Qin Shuimo couldn't help but frowned slightly, and the curiosity on his face became more and more obvious.

"What the hell has he experienced...how did it become like this?"

Qin Shuimo murmured to himself, and the last sentence was as meticulous as a mosquito: "Becoming like a father makes people feel involuntarily scared."

After talking to himself, Qin Shuimo shook his head, feeling ridiculous for his wild idea.

His father is a powerful innate warrior. Even if Qin Mo has changed, he will only temporarily get rid of his identity as a waste. What qualifications are he qualified to be comparable to his father?

It seems that I'm thinking too much...

"Sister, it's really thanks to you this time. I don't know what's wrong with this guy Qin Mo, but he dares to attack me. I will definitely not let him go this time!"

Qin Mingze stood up, the fear on his face had disappeared, replaced by dissatisfaction and anger.

Looking at Kang Nu who was still lying on the ground wailing, Qin Mingze cursed and cursed: "The useless thing can't even resist the attack of a waste. What's the use for you?"

"Young Master...I'm sorry!"

Kang Nu gritted her teeth and endured the pain caused by her knee injury and whispered: "I didn't expect that the waste would dare to resist. He was attacked by him for a moment. When I recovered from my injury, I will definitely find justice for the young master."

"I said you two, let's save money."

Listening to the indignant complaints between the two, Qin Shuimo showed a helpless and bitter smile on her face.

He glanced at the dilapidated wooden door in the flower garden and said in a deep voice: "Qin Mo is no longer the Qin Mo he used to be. I advise you not to provoke him again. I will not help you every time."

Qin Shuimo said this last sentence to Qin Mingze.

Although Qin Mingze is two years older than Qin Shuimo, Qin Shuimo has always been more independent among these brothers and sisters.

"Sister, are you thinking too much? Qin Mo is just a desperate man. It's no big deal. If I hadn't been careless for a moment, how could I be defeated by him?"

Qin Mingze was scolded by Qin Shuimo in person, and his face was a little uneasy. After making an excuse for himself, he hurriedly left the flower garden.

As for Kang Nu lying on the ground, he didn't care about his life or death.

A slave will be injured if he is injured!

...

Two flowers bloom, each with one branch.

Back in his dilapidated hut, Qin Mo simply cleaned up the messy decorations in the room, cleaned up all the useless garbage, fed a basin of water, washed his face briefly, sat cross-legged on the floor of the room, and began to meditate and regurgize.

Xuantian Divine Art... The martial arts created by Qin Mo in his previous life spent a hundred years of energy were extremely domineering. They were the first magic trick in the demon world and even the world of cultivation!

Unfortunately, although Qin Mo in his previous life was the supreme emperor of the Demon Realm, due to his lack of resources in the early stage and no guidance from famous masters, he took many detours in improving his realm. After he created the Xuantian Divine Art, he was unable to break through the most mysterious ninth level of realm.

After hundreds of years, I can only practice to the eighth level upper level.

"If I could break through the ninth level of Xuantian Divine Achievement at that time, even if the entire cultivation world is enemies of me, what's the fear?"

Qin Mo, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, had anger and unwilling flames flashed in his eyes.

If I could break through the ninth level of Xuantian Divine Art at that time, the defeat of that battle would definitely not be me.

Now he is reborn from a backdoor. Although his cultivation has been lost, this spiritual body cannot be compared with his Demon Lord's body.

However, Qin Mo can use his valuable experience in the process of cultivation for hundreds of years without taking any detours, and practice the top Xuantian magic method in the entire cultivation world from the very beginning to build the foundation.

"If this method is feasible, breaking through the ninth level of Xuantian Divine Art will no longer be an impossible task."

Qin Mo smiled silently and felt a little comfort in his heart.

Retracting his chaotic thoughts and silently reciting the mantra in his heart. Qin Mo pinched the seals with his hands, trying to empty his spirit, let his body be in the most relaxed state, and feel the weak spiritual energy floating between heaven and earth, so as to help himself break through the biggest obstacle between mortals and cultivators - foundation building!

Building the foundation, as the name suggests, builds the foundation stone of cultivation.

A towering building starts from the ground. If the foundation is not solid enough, even if there is a great adventure in the future, the achievements in life will be very limited. This is why Qin Mo was unable to break through the ninth floor of the Xuantian Divine Art that he created at the beginning.

The content of the Xuantian Divine Art contains the deepest thoughts and enlightenment of the world as the supreme demon world.

But it is one thing to think about it, and it is another thing to do it or not.

But now, God has given him a chance to do it again.

For Qin Mo, the realm of mortals that is not worth mentioning to others is a challenge full of opportunities!

Now he is like a piece of white paper with no pattern on it, and he can let him splash ink.

"This body is still too weak. It is probably not a matter of overnight success to sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as soon as possible and complete foundation building and marrow cleaning."

An hour later, Qin Mo opened his eyes, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a helpless smile appeared on his face.

Under normal circumstances, the most troublesome thing for mortals who have just entered the realm of cultivation is that their mental power is not strong enough to perceive the existence of spiritual energy in the world, so what they have to do is to concentrate and calm their energy and temper their mental power.

But for Qin Mo, this problem does not exist. As the supreme emperor of the demon world, if you want to talk about mental power, there are probably few in this world who are stronger than him.

But this too weak body became an obstacle to his rapid advancement.

However, after meditating for just an hour, his body was soaked with sweat and sore muscles all reminded Qin Mo that if he continued to meditate, his body would not be able to bear it.

Even though he was eager to recover his strength, Qin Mo had no choice but to stop.

Now he is like a young child with billions of wealth, and he can only obtain the wealth through his own strength.

"It seems that I have to arrange time to exercise. The quality of this body is really too poor. No wonder Qin Xuanji just took a look and asserted that there was no need to cultivate it."

Qin Mo took a shower in the bathroom and sat on the stool and sighed.

"Ding Dong!"

A crisp sound suddenly rang out.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, picked up the phone thrown on the table, glanced at it briefly, and his brows frowned.

"Naran Bingxue...a familiar name."

Qin Mo smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth.

The memory in his mind told him that Nalan Bingxue was his fiancée.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!