The next morning, Donnie punctually stirred the ghost dust evenly into the crucible.

Although there was no sunlight, only falling snow, there was a sound similar to crying in the crucible.

For the next two days, Donnie spent boiling the potion with a disgusting smell.

Luckily, Donnie had to walk a few minutes to the nearest neighbor's house, and no one was paying attention to him, otherwise someone would have suspected what he was doing at home.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, two days have passed.

Donnie put the other materials into the cauldron one by one, and spent the rest of the time meditating to adjust himself.

Overall, it's not much better than before, but I don't feel tired from the potions.

The dark brown potion was very bad, and the taste was even more flattering, and Donnie looked at the crucible that was constantly bubbling with small bubbles, and felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Although according to the template, this breakthrough method is the most suitable for him, Downey still has some doubts in his heart.

The Manticor Monster is said to serve the powerful demon lord Bafant, and it is uncertain whether it is true or not.

But if true, it is likely that the Manticol monsters are related to demons, and from their bodies to their spirits, they may have some connection to Hell.

This is what worries Donnie the most, after all, what Donnie wants to do is to wash away the demonic power that has a source of power, not to sink deeper and deeper.

Although Donnie cares a lot about who he is as a human, he doesn't mind using demonic powers.

The premise is that the power must belong to oneself and not to other demons.

There are many transcendent paths that need to simulate or seize strange powers, and demons are also a strange kind.

But there is no universal point, and his path has completely deviated due to the power of demons, and he can't practice like Nissen's notes, let alone break through like he did under normal circumstances.

Downey's road is basically blocked, and unless he gets a 'part-time job', he can only go on according to the optimal plan given by the template.

"Actually, there is nothing to think about, this world will become more and more dangerous, and you must get enough power to protect yourself as soon as possible!"

With this in mind, Donnie did not hesitate to drop three drops of Manticor's blood into the cauldron.

In an instant, a cold wind seemed to blow in the still dilapidated house, and even though the fireplace was still burning not far away, the temperature in the house still dropped a lot.

The three drops of blood created three vortices in the potion, and a touch of cyan slowly merged into the unsightly potion, and the vortex slowly shrank until it disappeared completely.

At this point, the Manticol potion has already been prepared, and it can be taken after the final 'concentration' of the potion has occurred.

"The Manticol potion is for specific extraordinary people to break through the existing realm, and ordinary people or extraordinary people who are not suitable for use will be harmed by poison."

"Tsk, this thing is enough for poison!"

Downey said, filling the potion into the crystal bottle, closing his eyes and waiting for the moment when his energy returned.

The more this time got, the more Downey misses the benefits of having a multi-purpose point in hand, and if the multi-purpose point is enough, all this can be dispensed with.

Another few hours passed, and the night of Tails resurfaced.

Donnie opened the door that had been stuffing for a while and stepped into the small concrete room.

The room is less than five square meters, and there is a burning flame in front of it, and there are holes in the wall on the side, and although the door to enter and exit is closed, Donnie can kick it open.

The temperature inside the hut was indeed not low, but in Donnie's opinion, it was actually okay, at least better than when he was black and foggy.

At that time, it was really painful, every inch of flesh was torn apart, and then connected again, and the whole process was painful.

Right now... Think of it as a steam bath.

Although the experience was extremely poor, the template still judged that the temperature was up to standard, and even exceeded it to a certain extent, so Donnie no longer hesitated and swallowed the jelly-like potion directly.

"Huh? I don't think I tasted anything! ”

The temperature here is barely acceptable, but something a little chilly can make the experience better.

The potion swallowed by Donnie exuded a coolness, even if the outside temperature was very high, it was a little difficult to suppress this coolness, especially the coolness quickly turned into a breeze and spread, which made Donnie a little restless.

This power obviously aroused Donnie's own power, and the magic mixed with demonic power turned into a dark sea of fire, mixed with the power of the potion represented by the breeze, driving Donnie's power to continue to rise.

It wasn't a good experience, and if the initial heat was just a steam room, Donnie has now fallen into the mincing machine.

Unlike black fogging, this time it is torn apart and restored, and then it comes again, and the cycle repeats itself, as if there is no end...

"Flower Q!" Donnie used all his strength to give him a middle finger to the sky, and then collapsed to the ground.

Donnie thought he had developed an extremely strong tolerance for pain, but now he looks at it, and he is still far behind!

But it was too late to regret it at this time, and just when Donnie was glad that he didn't seem to encounter more unbearable mental torture, the source of the demonic power that had been pestering him to make him succumb appeared.

This voice promised all kinds of benefits as usual, and it seemed that as long as he was mixed, Donnie could properly become the second person on the origin star.

"Think about how happy you will be then..."

Downey's mind kept coming up with all kinds of visions, most of which Lawrence died at the hands of Donnie, and the other part was that Downey reached the top and even became a demon god.

It has to be said that the temptation is quite large.

The demon who followed the strength and bloodline to find and kept chattering seemed to have discovered that Donnie was in a special state now, and he no longer used great efforts against Donnie on weekdays, but only intimidated him as usual, because most of his methods would be blocked by another 'strong man'.

He even thought that his arrangement was going to fail, and that the elaborate demon army was going to be deprived of its predetermined commander. But now, that strong man is gone! At least he didn't stop him!

Therefore, the source of demonic power in Donnie's body is endless, and he doesn't seem to want to stop for a moment.

These are words of temptation and blasphemy, and it is difficult for the average extraordinary person to maintain his will in these words.

But Donnie is still holding on, because he knows that once he nods his head and agrees to give in, he will completely lose his freedom.

"How long will it take?!" This sentence was repeated in Donnie's mind many times, until the power of the potion became more and more powerful, and another existence came to Donnie's mind.

It was an amorphous cyan pillar of wind that seemed to possess demonic power as well, and its appearance turned Downey around.