Wow!

Everyone put the various foods they had brought on the table into a small pile and invited Luo Zhi and others to eat together.

Luo Zhi looked at it and said: "We don't need to eat, and you'd better get used to not eating. With your strength, there is no need for food. Except for the Seventh Palace. In addition, save some food for our journey.

It’s still growing.”

Yongta thought for a while and said: "Indeed, I don't seem to be hungry. Wanting to eat seems to be just a habit..."

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the underworld is extremely rich. If they practice for five or six minutes, the spiritual energy they absorb is enough for a day's activities (without fighting or training). In this case, there is no need to eat at all.

So, except Tu Shou who was greedy and took something, everyone else left the food to Qigong.

Qigong was very grateful for this, but besides this, he still felt a deep sense of guilt.

I have become a burden to all of them...

After the meal, the five of them each chose a room, including Yongta's room alone, Rikka and Toshou's room, and Dan Shengya and Qigong's room.

Luo Zhi's small building provided houses and beds, but no bedding, so they slept in sleeping bags they brought with them.

Yuta gave up his sleeping bag to Nanami.

Lying in a warm sleeping bag, Qigong couldn't fall asleep.

Breaking into the underworld, encountering ghosts, and her companions suddenly became extremely powerful. Various shocks made her feel extremely complicated.

But he is a mortal after all. Two hours later, Qigong fell into a deep sleep.

She didn't notice that the wooden stick she placed beside the bed shone faintly, drawing a force into the dreamland of the Seventh Palace.

Next to him, Dan Shenggu opened his eyes, looked at Qigong, and whispered: "It turns out that she is also a child of luck."

The son of luck, who has condensed most of the luck in the human world, has more luck than anyone can imagine.

Five hundred years ago, it was the same in her previous life. When she entered the underworld, she was just a mortal, but she met an opportunity on the first day, and in a short period of time, she became a strong man fighting against the kings of the underworld.

Yuta's father had better luck. He entered the underworld and fell directly into a place of inheritance, becoming one with the soul of the Dark Flame Dragon.

Now, the Seventh Palace has also encountered a similar situation to them, and the identity of the son of destiny has been confirmed.

"However, the son of luck who has not accumulated and accumulated, I am afraid that he will eventually merge with his luck and be absorbed by the invisible boundary line... Sigh..."

But there is no solution for this matter in Danshenggu.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have to wait five hundred years in the human world.

At this time, the seventh house is dreaming.

In the dream, there was a figure whose appearance could not be clearly seen, but it was probably a woman, and she kept saying something in her ear.

Qigong was not a top academic, nor did she have photographic or auditory memory. However, she immediately remembered all the words spoken by this figure and could not forget them even if she wanted to.

The next day, it was still dark outside, but there was light.

This is daytime in the underworld.

Tan Shengya was no longer around. Looking out the window, she could still see Dan Shengya, Yuta and others using their abilities outside the house.

Probably, he is practicing...

A look of envy flashed in Qigong's eyes.

Her eyes were mainly focused on Yongta.

Because this is the person she has always liked since junior high school.

"Dark Flame Dragon, Black Flame User, at that time, I really didn't expect that everything Yuta said was true."

In the past, between me and Yongta, I just went to different schools and took the train for half an hour, and I could probably meet him again.

But now, the two belong to completely different worlds, and no matter how hard she tries, they can't be together.

"It would be great if... I also had power..."

As soon as this idea came into his mind, a flame appeared in front of Qi Gong's eyes. The fire was bright and illuminated the entire room.

"Eh?!"

The Seventh Palace was shocked.

Along with the violent fluctuations in her emotions, the flame was also very unstable and disappeared after a second.

Immediately afterwards, a weakness suddenly emerged from the body, and the stomach growled, as if all the energy was burned cleanly in the flame just now.

However, the emotional excitement allowed Qigong to endure his weakness and gather his energy.

Bang!

A flame burned in front of him again, and it was flying in the air very unscientifically. There was no burning substance under the flame.

"This is... magic..."

Qigong looked at the flames in front of him, but because of his weakness, he could not stand firmly. After holding on for three seconds, he simply passed out.

When I woke up again, it was completely dark outside the house, which meant that the night of the underworld had arrived.

The small room was illuminated by lights, and Dan Shenggu could be seen guarding him.

"What's wrong with me?"

Dan Shenggu immediately sat up and said, "You wake up, I'll call everyone over."

In a moment, everyone arrived except the Empress and Hong Kui.

Luo Zhi looked at Qigong's face, handed over a bottle of energy potion, and said: "You have just gained strength, so don't be in a hurry to use it. You have never practiced before, and your body cannot withstand the consumption of that kind of power!"

Dan Shenggu took the energy potion and fed it to Qi Gong, who was too weak to lift his hand, and said: "Qi Gong, what kind of power did you get? If this kind of power causes great damage, it is better not to practice."

Qigong became much more energetic after drinking the energy potion, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Mori, the power I got is not some evil way."

With that said, he began to introduce the power inheritance he had received.

It’s called——World Magic!

Different from ordinary magic, which involves cultivating magic power and then using various magical powers, the magic called world studies the rules of the world.

The rules of the wind, the rules of tree growth, the rules of the sea, etc.

People who use this kind of magic usually combine the environment and use their own weak magic as a guide to trigger the power of nature to fight. They practice to a high level, come into contact with the rules of the world, and use the power of the rules to fight against the enemy.

The founder of World Magic wants to thoroughly study all the rules in this world and then control all the rules.

However, while still on the road of research, because he was too deeply connected to the rules of the world, he was assimilated by the rules and became a part of the entire world.

Since then, except for being killed, the inheritors of this lineage have basically been assimilated into the world and died. None of them died normally.

It sounds like a very dangerous power, but what kind of power in this world is not dangerous to cultivate?

Although world magic will be assimilated by the world's rules, it still needs to be studied to a high level. If you don't study it deeply enough, the world's rules will not bother to care about you.

And this advanced level, the lowest is the fifth level peak.
Chapter completed!