Doomsday Immortal System

Peng Man saw that his physical strength was decreasing crazily, so he decided to evacuate, taking time to take the elixir before continuing to clear the area. At this moment, a hoarse scream came from the deep working surface——

"Brother, help -"

Peng Man looked around, but couldn't find the immortal cultivator who was talking. In fact, even if he saw it, he wouldn't stop. Not to mention all the despair he encountered after coming to the immortal world, even if nothing happened, his physical strength was constantly being consumed.

He will never do anything that would sacrifice himself for others.

Life is precious, and it is the same for everyone. Asking others to sacrifice is a selfish crime. Of course, if the advocate does that himself, Peng Man will not hesitate to pay a little respect. But it is just respect.

Therefore, he ran out without stopping, throwing weapons backwards as he ran, stabbing to death all the white demons who were the most threatening and the black demons who were pursuing the most closely.

"Brother, don't leave. I am the young master of the Xiao family. As long as you save me, the Xiao family will give you countless benefits! Brother -"

Peng Man used a speed that was no less than that of a level 3 and level 2 black demon, quickly crossed the corner and climbed up the cliff with the skylight open. By the time he got safely inside, there were already more than a hundred evil demons gathered under the cliff. Then there was a chaos of javelins.

By harvesting the enclave, I gained more than 123,000 experience points, which is a quarter of the strength required for upgrading. It can be said that the gain is not small.

"Sure enough, the fastest way is to use your body as bait, but it's a bit dangerous."

While replenishing his physical strength, Peng Man carefully observed the sky. After confirming that the wandering demon would not appear, he climbed down the cliff and entered the huge working surface again.

"Brother, you are back again, hurry up! Come and save me!"

More than a hundred demons in the open area were booby-trapped and killed, and no demons found the fragrant food intruding yet. Only then did Peng Man have the time to find the source of the sound. It was not that he wanted to save people, but that the demons were dancing around strangely, and there was even a level 4 mature one.

The black devil's homework: how did this "good friend" save his life.

"This way! I'm here! Your left! Your upper left!..." The hoarse voice shouted excitedly, as if a desert traveler had discovered an oasis.

But his cry also alerted the monsters. Many demons that were originally located deep in the mine would not notice Peng Man. They appeared one after another after he shouted.

A rough count, the number is no less than a hundred!

Oops!

Peng Man tried to escape.

If so many monsters appeared slowly in batches, it would not be a problem to give him enough time to eliminate the white demons first. But the problem is that now more than 60 white demons see him almost at the same time, and his agility is only 6,500, and his attack

No matter how fast the speed is, it is impossible to kill more than 60 targets in an instant. As long as one of them opens his mouth and screams, it may attract a level 4 wandering demon!

"Ouch——"

Many white demons roared in excitement at the sight of the food.

Now, it's too late to escape!

The time it takes to run from the working surface to the corner, then climb up the cliff from the corner and into the skylight is enough for You Mo to walk back and forth several times!

Thinking of this, Peng Man quickly raised his head, and sure enough he saw a huge purple sphere inlaid on the pit wall on the left about 70 meters high. There were several palm-sized transparent portholes on the surface of the sphere. Behind one of the portholes, there was a pair of

His blood-red eyes stared at himself.

The purple sphere and the porthole are made of unknown materials, and they are actually not corroded by the world-destroying black rain. It seems to be another rare material.

In his mind, the red dot representing the wandering demon has become clear, indicating that the opponent is about to arrive, and the surrounding demons are even less than thirty meters away from him.

The green light flashed continuously, and the five javelins instantly pierced the wall of the pit leading to the sphere. The distance between each javelin was indistinguishable, as if measured with a ruler. At the same time, Peng Man also jumped up instantly and stretched out his arms.

Step on the first gun pole, then use the force to jump up to the second and third pole until you reach the sphere.

"No! No! Don't come in, don't bring monsters in!" the person in the sphere shouted.

Peng Man could not talk nonsense with him, but directly penetrated the sphere with his javelin, and then drilled into it.

"Get out! Get out quickly! Don't bring monsters in!" The immortal cultivator in the sphere prepared to pounce.

There was a flash of green light, and the piercing spear tip touched the opponent's throat. If he dared to take even half a step, his neck would be broken and his vertebrae would be broken.

"If you don't want to die, just fill the gap."

"I won't make up for it! I won't make up for it! Get out of here quickly."

At this time, more than two hundred demons had gathered under the cliff, and the fourth-level wandering demons also found the ground and flew more than half of the body into the working surface. Peng Man did not dare to delay, and immediately took off his protective clothing to cover the hole.

.It’s not that he has a spirit of sacrifice, but that the Bagua Taoist robe on the other party cannot isolate the breath at all, and it will be useless if you take it off.

The huge operating area is surrounded by dangers at this time, but Pengman is not anxious at all. The opponent can survive until now, and this purple ball that does not know its true identity will not be simple.

"Are you going to go away or not?" The original owner of the purple sphere was even more angry, but after learning the lesson from the tip of the gun last time, he did not dare to try to fight again.

Peng Man slowly took out the jade bottle of Demonized Field, poured ten grains of bigu pill into his mouth, and then glanced at the other party. He was about twenty-five or six years old, with a long body and a greased face. He would be considered handsome on earth.

One pot.

In fact, the handsome guy was fooled. Even when he made an attack stance, he was extremely powerful and not too slow, but his body was a bit...

If Handsome Pot really dares to risk his life, even if he can't kill Peng Man with his own hands, he can still cause trouble for both sides and feed the monster together.

"You're not going away, are you? Okay! Look at me..."

"Shut up!" Peng Man shouted in a deep voice: "If you don't want to die, just stay nearby, otherwise you think I won't dare to throw you down?" This is not a bluff. If the other party continues to shout, it will attract the level 4 players.

Demon, he doesn't mind throwing out a fresh living person to divert the attention of the demon.

"You!..." The handsome pot became even more angry after hearing this, but when he saw Peng Man's cold eyes, he immediately closed his mouth and held it in for a while, then couldn't help but whisper: "You won't kill me,

You still don’t know what this sphere is, why it can’t be noticed by monsters, let alone..."

Peng Man didn't bother to pay attention to him, and didn't even bother to look at him with contempt. As early as his escape from Gushan, he was accustomed to saving his energy. Even if he was hunting wandering demons, he would lie motionless for several hours before the time came.

Although the physical strength is no longer tense now, the habits formed are not easy to change.

There are two marks, one aimed at the handsome pot and one aimed at the purple sphere.

[Name: Immortal Cultivator; Level: 3 (Nascent Soul Realm); Level: 1; This is a lucky Immortal Cultivator who used special means to save his life in the world-destroying black rain and evil spirits. Unfortunately, bad luck, he met

you.】

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