Cultivation of Immortals begins with drawing superhuman physique

"Well, the world of cultivating immortals is really weird. There are everyone and everything. My current physique only tends to increase my strength and defense. I don't know if joining the immortal sect will improve my cultivation skills. If not, it will be troublesome.

Yes, and you must be more careful, otherwise you won’t be able to prevent a strong person from seizing the body..."

Su Poman was a little worried, because when he was a child, his family had a fortune teller who told him that although his fortune was perfect in the five elements, his life was too short, and he would experience major changes in his teens, and he would most likely die before he was twenty.

Therefore, I found two words from the compass copybook specially used to increase my destiny as my name, hoping that this could break my destiny.

"I have indeed passed away now, so the perfection of the Five Elements is also true, right? I hope that the fortune teller said that the Perfection of the Five Elements has nothing to do with spiritual roots. It would be too bad if there is a connection. The Five Elements of Spiritual Roots are called

Because of the 'waste spirit root', the cultivation speed is said to be so slow that people doubt their life..."

"Let's take one step at a time. Even if the spiritual root is useless, I will not remain anonymous forever. Anyway, I have the Purple Source Roulette with me. If it doesn't work, I will work hard to collect spiritual objects and convert them into energy points to transform Superman.

The physical extraction is complete. I think with the strength of Bronze Superman, in the world of immortality, as long as you don't provoke those great monks who are good at soul attacks, it should be enough to protect yourself. When the time comes, you can change the extraction target and extract the qualifications of mythical characters!"

After Su Poman thought it through, he gently closed the "Record of Cultivation Experience" and put it in his arms.

At this time, the moon in the sky was obscured by black clouds. He felt a little bored, so he lay down on the hay pile and fell asleep with his clothes on.

In the middle of the night, Su Poman suddenly heard a burst of underworld opera sounds. He opened his eyes drowsily and suddenly found that there were people standing around him. He was also standing in the crowd, facing the large building.

The stage under the locust tree.

On the stage, there are beautiful famous ladies wearing flowered feather armor, and there are also mighty generals with long beards. The tunes are so hoarse that you can't hear the content of the opera clearly.

Su Poman looked at the people next to him again, and found that he could not see their faces clearly no matter what, his vision was blurry, and a feeling of horror suddenly arose in his heart.

I vaguely remember that I was sleeping in a dilapidated house, and when did I come out to watch a show?

After reacting, I was horrified and a little panicked.

At this time, some changes occurred on the stage. The singers on the stage were lifted up by the vines like puppets, and their movements were stiff like zombies.

"Kekeke..."

Sharp laughter continued to come from the mouths of the zombie-like singers, and the ink on the painted faces began to become more and more sinister because of the wanton smiles.

The cold breath kept coming from the surroundings. At this moment, Su Poman suddenly saw the faces of the people around him. They were extremely shriveled faces, like old tree bark that had lost moisture. The eye sockets were empty and dark.

It was so deep that even there were no teeth in the mouth. The cracked boss was staring at him with a weird smile.

Woo...

The sound of ghost crying was heard.

Su Poman was a little hairy from being stared at, and suddenly he felt a sense of irritability in his heart. With a surge of heat, he roared angrily: "What kind of ghost! Go to hell!"

The voice rolled like thunder, and his own vitality and blood rose like smoke, and the scorching masculine energy rushed away the cold atmosphere around him.

Su Po heard his own roar in his ears, and finally opened his eyes. His face was full of anger, and he was suddenly stunned. He looked around and found that he was still lying on the haystack. Where were the stage and mummies?

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Su Poman was a little confused. He found that the clothes he was wearing had been torn apart, and strips of broken clothes were spread on his towering chest muscles.

“Would you ever dream of transforming into a muscular tyrant?”

It stands to reason that unless you fight with all your strength to completely arouse your energy and blood, your body will not undergo such changes.

But now——

But something is a little abnormal!

When something went wrong, there must be a monster. Su Poman carefully looked at the surrounding environment, but he didn't find anything strange.

"No, in my dream, I seemed to see that the stage was under a big locust tree, and the mummies dressed up by villagers seemed to have locust roots attached to their feet! There is definitely something wrong with the big locust tree outside!"

A cold light flashed in Su Po's eyes, he pulled out a short black blade and chopped off a thick root exposed on the ground.

laugh!

The black blade is not a mortal weapon, but a low-level magic weapon. The blade is extremely sharp. With a slight cut, the thick root will be cut off.

White juice flowed out from the fracture, and there were a few bloody threads in the center of the roots.

"Zhizhizhi..."

Just when Su Po was about to touch the juice on the root, the thick root seemed to be alive and actually made a rat-like sound.

Then, the entire ground shook violently, and the dilapidated houses became precarious. Many bricks fell from above, and the soil and sand also fell like a curtain of rain.

Su Poman stepped out of the house. In the darkness, he saw the huge locust tree in the distance beginning to sway with its claws and fangs. The dense tree trunks were swaying in the dark night sky like the devil's giant claws.

The earth and rocks on the ground separated, and the tree roots popped out of the soil one by one like a suddenly straightened horse rope. In an instant, the sky was filled with dust.

Hanging among the messy roots are horrifying mummies, entangled in fine roots like puppets on strings, hanging on thicker root knots.

"Oh, this is a tree demon!"

Su Poman looked at the situation around him and felt a little nervous, but he still had some confidence in his own strength. He held the black short blade tightly with his five fingers and waited for the changes in the field.

Woo!

A sound like a ghost crying came out, and the back of Su Poman's head was like eyes. He ducked and dodged several thick sticks coming from behind.

Immediately afterwards, the tree roots on the ground began to riot, whipping towards him crazily.

"Pa bang bang..."

Su Poman inserted his feet deeply into the earth, fixing his body, and transparent ripples continued to ripple on the surface of his body. The powerful attack that looked dazzling and could kill any warrior instantly did not cause any substantial damage to him.

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"How dare you come out to scare me if you are so weak! Go to hell!"

Su Poman raised the black short blade and performed the earth-level martial arts 'Xuantian Sword Technique'.

Although this swordsmanship is extremely sophisticated and powerful, it is somewhat unable to keep up with his strength.

In the air, the short black blade formed a storm of sharp blades, and the bright light continued to streak through the roots.

Hee hee hee…

The cutting sound that makes people feel extremely comfortable continues, just like cutting a cucumber with a sharp knife, crisp and pleasant.