Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

After the constant practicing of Zen, the demonic life vitality became darker as the purple color mixed in it gradually faded away. The tiny starlight embedded in it became more lustrous and brilliant.

Inside Zen's body, there were six streaks of life vitality flowing out. Under his control, this life vitality would form a silhouette of Zen, but a smaller version. This was the form of the demonic phantom.

Zen glued his eyes on the phantoms, pointed his fingers at them and uttered lightly, "Rise up!"

In an instant, the six demonic phantoms started flying in the room. As the demonic phantom itself originated from life vitality, it was weightless. Thus, it could fly briskly and fast. Moreover, the six of them flying around would make the best defense from enemy attack.

With Zen's current strength, he could only summon up to six demonic phantoms. However, according to the records from "Heavenly Ogre Fist", with much practice, those with strong psychic force could summon up hundreds of demonic phantoms.

Each demonic phantom could absorb the enemy's life vitality to strengthen its own–a special attribute of demonic life vitality. Once the demonic phantoms matured, their powers would be more terrifying.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…"

"Bang…." Something was flying crazily and crashing onto something. It just happened with a blink of an eye.

It was one of Zen's demonic phantoms. Due to Zen's relatively weak power, it slipped out of his control, crashed directly into the wall of his practice room and then penetrated through another two walls of the house, leading to the collapse of the half outer wall of the house.

disciples' houses had a secret practicing room where they could conduct further studies and practice their own unique skills in their own time. The walls of these rooms

Zen did not expect that the demonic phantom could be so powerful that it would directly crash through the hard walls made from heptyl gold.

"What the fuck happened?"

the

not far from

awkward smile, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry! It's

when they saw that the wall of Zen's secret room was also damaged, they could not help but gasp. They knew very well that the walls of the secret practicing room were made of heptyl gold and iron sand. It was supposed to be extremely

cultivation was he practicing exactly?

level. But even at a high-grade natural level, they couldn't be able to break the walls

then, someone called out

him. Since Zen became an inner disciple of the Drizzle Peak, he concentrated on practice at the secret room every day, thus hardly had any time to meet Cleve. The last time they saw

Long time no see," Zen greeted

cutting through the chase. Cleve had also locked himself in his own secret practice

he could not help but admire the progress that Zen was making. Moreover, being