"Even if you are a demon fallen man, you will never be able to get out unless you can cultivate your demon core to the level of [Demon Lord]."

"Haha, but I have never heard of a demon-demonic fallen man who can cultivate his demon core level to the [Demon Lord] level!"

Strictly speaking, the demon clan has no distinction between cultivation levels.

The demon cores are divided into levels, and they are: demon soldiers, demon guards, demon lords, demon generals, demon lords, and demon emperors.

But the level of the magic core does not represent the complete strength of the demon clan.

Especially among the low-level demons.

The demon soldiers defeat the demon guards, and the demon guards defeat the demon masters, which happens from time to time in the hidden abyss.

The level of the magic core is more of a sign of how much demonic energy they can accommodate and the body's self-healing ability.

The girl frowned slightly when she heard this, "How do I know my magic core level?"

Ye Ling was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but scream: "I'll go, there is really a demon core in your body? Are you really a demon fallen man?"

Why has Ye Ling never thought that the girl in front of her might be the demon of heaven?

That's because low-level demons, such as demon soldiers and demon guards, can also transform into human forms, but there will always be a real human appearance.

For example, Ye Ling herself, there are two strange black lines on the corners of her eyes, which flew into her temples slanted.

It made her look ugly and look even more ferocious and weird.

Her nails are naturally black, with rough skin, and feel concave and concave to the touch, as if covered with scales.

If she was placed in humans, she would be recognized without any spiritual exploration.

But what about the girl in front of you?

Her skin was as white as snow.

Her face was a hundred times better than the woman in the picture book that fell on Qianyuan.

If such a perfect face is the demon raised by heaven, how high is her magic core level?

The girl turned a deaf ear to her fuss, but just repeated her question, "How to test the magic core?"

Ye Ling originally wanted to mock two more words about the unpopularity of the Demonic Fallen in Qianyuan.

But when faced with those cold and dark eyes, my body instinctively stiffened.

I hadn't thought about answering obediently, so I blurted out: "Every main city has magic core test points, and you only need to pay ten magic shells to test it."

The girl frowned and was about to speak.

Suddenly, strange sounds that were staggering high and low came from far and near.

Hearing this voice, Ye Ling's face changed drastically.

He stood up straight: "How could this happen?! I actually encountered two groups of [corpse puppets] one day? Isn't it so unlucky, right?"

Her cultivation has now dropped greatly, and there is no magical energy in her body!

But things in the world often happen in a mess.

Looking at the corpse puppets surging from all directions, Ye Ling's eyes turned black.

There were ten of the group she had just met.

Now, there are only a hundred of them, with a lot of dense and staggered heights!

"It's over! It's over! I'm really dead this time!"

Ye Ling screamed pale and couldn't help but look at the girl next to her, "To be honest, you are also unlucky. You don't have any demonic energy fluctuations on you. You have just become a demon fallen man recently? What a pity, no matter how many unfair and resentful you were when you were a human being, how brilliant you lived, you can only bury yourself in Demon Cloud Ridge with me today."

The girl's eyes swept over the monster that was roaring towards her.

His brows frowned slightly, and his hoarse voice brought a little confusion and solemnity: "What are these? Ghouls?"
Chapter completed!