"Even if you are a fallen demon, unless you can cultivate your demon core to the [devil master] level, you will not be able to get out."
"Hehe, but I have never heard of a fallen demon who can cultivate his magic core level to the [Demon Master] level!"
Strictly speaking, the demons have no cultivation level.
And the demon core is divided into levels, which are: demon soldiers, demon guards, demon masters, demon generals, demon masters, and demon emperors.
However, the level of the demon core does not represent the full strength of the demon race.
Especially among the low-level demons.
The demon soldier defeats the demon guard, and the demon guard defeats the demon lord, which also happens from time to time in the abyss.
The level of magic core more indicates the amount of magic energy they can hold, as well as the self-healing ability of the body.
The girl frowned slightly upon hearing this, "How do I know my magic core level?"
Ye Ling froze for a moment, and then couldn't help but yelled: "I'm going, do you really have a magic core in your body? Are you really a fallen demon?"
Why did Ye Ling never think that the girl in front of him might be a demon raised by heaven
That's because low-level demons, such as demon soldiers and demon guards, can transform into human forms, but they always look different from real humans.
For example, Ye Ling herself, there are two strange black lines at the corners of her eyes, flying obliquely into her temples.
It made her already ugly look even more hideous and weird.
And her nails are naturally black, her skin is rough, and it feels uneven to the touch, as if covered with scales.
If she was placed among human beings like this, she would be recognized without any need for spiritual detection.
But what about the girl in front of me
Her skin was as white as snow.
Her face is a hundred times more beautiful than the woman in the painting book that fell from the abyss.
Such a perfect face, if it is a demon raised by heaven, how high is her magic core level
The girl turned a deaf ear to her fuss, and just repeated her own question, "How to test the magic core?"
Ye Ling originally wanted to ridicule two more words about how fallen demons are not welcome in Qianyuan.
But when he met those cold eyes that were as black as ink, his body stiffened instinctively.
I didn't think to answer obediently, so I blurted out: "There are magic core test points in each main city, and you only need to pay ten magic shells to test."
The girl frowned and was about to speak.
Suddenly, strange high and low sounds came from far and near.
Hearing this voice, Ye Ling's face changed drastically.
Shua stood up straight: "How could this happen?! I met two groups of [corpse puppets] today? It can't be so unlucky, right?"
Her cultivation base has dropped drastically now, and she doesn't even have half a trace of magic energy in her body!
But in the world, misfortunes often come in pairs.
Seeing the corpse puppets rushing from all directions, Ye Ling's vision was completely darkened.
There were ten of them in the group she met just now.
Now I only look at the densely packed, high and low scattered ones, there are more than a hundred of them!
"It's over! It's over! This time I'm really dead!"
Ye Ling yelled with a pale face, and couldn't help but glance at the girl next to him, "Speaking of which, you are unlucky enough. Seeing that you don't have any fluctuations in magic energy, you just became a fallen demon recently, right? It's a pity, no matter what How much grievance and resentment you had when you were a human being, and how glorious your life was, today you can only be buried in Moyunling with me."
The girl's gaze swept over the approaching roaring monster.
His brows were slightly frowned, and his hoarse voice was somewhat puzzled and dignified: "What are these? Ghouls?"