God rewards hard work: Farming and cultivating immortality

"Ahem..."

A huge rock was pushed away, and Pang Hu, dragging his seriously injured body, crawled out of it.

There were still surviving disciples of the Flame Sect on the field, who hurried over to support him and gave him healing pills.

Pang Hu couldn't help asking, "How are the others?"

As for the result of this battle, he already knew it. After all, a red light flew into his body before, which directly woke him up from his coma.

He finally knew why he couldn't get rid of the state of life passing away. It turned out that he had let the other party take away a wisp of soul fragment without knowing it!

Fortunately, he returned again at this moment, and the feeling of being constantly sucked away by vitality was finally gone.

"Reply to the Sect Master, the other seniors are fine, but..."

The disciple did not say it clearly, and stepped aside.

Pang Hu looked over.

In the center, Jiang Qing was no longer alive in Jiang Lan's arms...

"Alas..."

Pang Hu was stunned, and then he could only sigh with a sad face.

The three sects paid too much for this catastrophe.

The sect was destroyed, the disciples suffered heavy casualties, and the inheritance was almost cut off.

They gathered together because of hatred and relatives and friends, and launched the final charge here.

Jiang Lan's appearance made them think that this battle might be completed at a lower cost.

This is indeed the case. In this battle, only one foundation-building cultivator was killed, and the loss of Qi-cultivating cultivators was far less than expected.

However, this is only from a macro perspective.

For the relatives and friends of the victims, such as Jiang Lan, the cost of this battle was too heavy...

The seriously injured foundation-building cultivators gathered from all over.

The previous self-explosion of the masked man seriously injured everyone and flew far away. Many of those with poor physical fitness fainted directly.

For example, two people in Miaoyin Pavilion...

The remaining people with spare energy began to organize personnel and start treatment.

Bai Jixin covered his arm and looked at the master and disciple in the center, wanting to walk over and say something.

But in the end he stopped and only sighed.

"Hahaha!"

"Good death! Boy, are you heartbroken?! Hahaha!"

Just as everyone was immersed in grief, a wild laugh came from the deep pit where the explosion occurred.

A bloody figure with half of his body missing crawled out of the pit.

He looked in the direction of Jiang Lan and was stunned to see that he was still alive.

But then, seeing the body in his arms and his current situation, he immediately laughed out loud.

He also did not forget to mock and ridicule Jiang Lan...

The movement here also attracted the attention of all those who were still awake.

Pang Hu's eyes showed disbelief, "That guy is not dead yet?!"

Then he thought, "Yes, the other party has a third-level treasure armor, otherwise he would not be so crazy!"

"He probably also sensed the power of Jiang Daoyou's sword."

"I would rather explode my 'external pill' and seriously injure myself, but I must break free and throw that last shot!"

"It is to kill the other party before Jiang Daoyou cuts down that sword, to preserve the formation and cut off our way of life."

"If it weren't for Fairy Jiang..."

When he thought of this, he was uncontrollably furious, with fear and self-blame.

He stood up regardless of his own injuries, summoned the forging hammer, and wanted to vent his anger on the masked man.

But suddenly, a chill hit his heart.

He couldn't help but shudder.

Looking towards the source.

Where Jiang Lan was, the cold air was rampant and murderous.

It was as if his murderous intent had become real.

No! It has become real.

I saw a black and cold breath coming out of his body.

More and more, until all the white hair was dyed black.

Dark, deep, as if it could absorb all the light.

The dark breath slowly condensed in the air and transformed into a body.

"Roar!"

A black giant tiger condensed behind him, and its red tiger eyes stared at the masked man.

The violent murderous intent in it was not concealed.

Jiang Lan raised his head, expressionless, black whites of the eyes, blood-red pupils, and a great change in temperament.

Crazy, treacherous, and murderous.

Tick-tock.

A drop of black tear slid from Jiang Lan's eye socket and dripped onto the ground.

It was insoluble in the ground, and its material was like mud, and it seemed to have consciousness, spreading around.

After a while, the place where Jiang Lan was was already wrapped in this black silt.

It continued to expand outward, and wherever it flowed, the ground would turn black, exuding bursts of death.

Silent and soundless...

If the creatures of the 'World of All Spirits' were lucky enough to be here, they would definitely recognize it.

This is the culprit that destroyed the 'World of All Spirits', the 'Dead Silence' that devoured the world!

"You, damn..."

The tone was flat, as if it was just a small verdict.

As soon as Jiang Lan finished speaking, the black mud under him, as if it had received some instructions, rioted instantly.

The black mud was like a tentacle, flying out of the mud and rushing towards the masked man.

Wrapping him up, leaving no gaps.

Then, they began to rush into his body.

Whether it was the mouth, nose, ears, eye sockets, or even pores.

For the black mud, it was just a matter of big and small.

After the black mud entered, it did not stop, and continued to penetrate into the muscles, bones, and meridians.

It entangled, deconstructed, and devoured.

It felt like countless tiny insects, madly gnawing at everything in the body.

The masked man wanted to use magic power to stop it?

It was useless! To them, it was just another kind of food.

"Woo... hum... ah——"

"Gurgle gurgle..."

The masked man, from the first muffled sound, to the later screaming, and then the sound of drowning after being blocked by the black mud.

The sound was extremely miserable, which made everyone present shudder.

The Qi training monks retreated one after another, away from the area where Jiang Lan was.

To be more precise, it was the dark mud...

Cheng Shu shuddered, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, what's going on? Such a weird secret method, the masked man is probably going to die a miserable death."

Huang Yixue took over the conversation: "It's a very terrifying killing intent, similar to the previous sword, but the black mud at this moment is more violent and weird."

"I'm afraid it's because of the death of Fairy Jiang that his mind has changed drastically."

"In short, the situation is very wrong, and we should think of a solution as soon as possible!"

After saying that, he pinched his beard and paced to think.

A minute passed, and the masked man was still rolling on the ground, hitting the ground with his head.

A full minute of torture made people's hair stand on end.

Look at Jiang Lan's appearance, he doesn't intend to stop...

"You dare?"