I can see the blood bar, my purity is very high

Lu Wenwu was not particularly surprised by the appearance of three non-human intelligent beings.

I just lamented that I was lucky enough to bump into three of them in one go.

After he went back last time, he specifically asked Liu Ming for some special information to study.

In the past life of Blue Star, there were immortal cultivators, demon cultivators, and spirits in China, magicians, fantasy creatures in the Western world, and even elves and demons who were frequent visitors in the book.

Existences in countless myths, legends and fantasy stories exist on this blue star.

This is the billion-point difference from Lu Wenwu's previous life at Blue Star.

This is a planet where the path to spiritual practice, inheritance and immortality has never been cut off.

When the system selects players, there is no restriction that they must be real people!

Any intelligent life is possible.

However, only E-level ordinary people will participate in the audition for the initial copy, starting from the lowest and working your way up.

If you have a cultivation level before entering, you will be directly given a player identity, and the dungeon will be matched according to your own cultivation level at the beginning.

Don't think this is a good thing.

A high starting point means no benefits from low-level copies.

Except for ancestral skills, spell inheritance, magic weapons and other items, the rest is completely in vain.

Even bringing in a magic weapon that is not produced by the system will increase the difficulty before matching.

As for completing attribute points?

Sorry, nothing like that.

If you come in at level 11, none of the attribute point rewards from previous levels will be given to you.

Upgrading to level 12 only has five points after upgrading to level one.

Not to mention other equipment, props, spiritual coins, rare objects, etc.

It is precisely for this reason that unless the contaminated areas are really uncontrollable, various countries will choose to cultivate extraordinary beings without player status in advance to quickly increase their strength in a way that is similar to killing the goose to obtain the eggs.

Back to business.

When Lu Wenwu proposed the invitation to form a team, Northeast Fox Girl was the first to express her stance.

"Hey, brother, I'm so surprised by your small body. We must form a team! I'll give you my sister's WeChat ID later. If I can get out alive, I'll keep in touch."

Sister Xiaohonghong, no! Brother Hong said with a heroic look.

By the way, he also gave Lu Wenwu a wink.

It should be said or not, if the big fox lady was mute, Lu Wenwu would really be crazy about it.

As for now, all he wants to do is clasp his fists and shout: "Fuck it, big brother!"

"Amitabha."

The old monk beside him was reciting Buddhist verses like a fire mouth, with a look of compassion on his face.

"It's good, it's good. I am willing to advance and retreat together with all the donors."

"Ah, I can do it. It's all fine."

Anthony, a vampire dressed as a college student, still had the same shy smile and nodded slightly.

As for Succubus Kashan

She lowered her head so low that Lu Wenwu was afraid that she would be suffocated by him.

Judging from the ups and downs of her chest, she seemed to be nodding just now.

At least it currently displays [5/5] on the system’s team interface.

[Team formation successful, team main mission progress shared, current number of people - 5]

[Dungeon mode changed, the current mode is - team cooperation]

[Warning: Teammates are protected by system rules, please do not harm each other maliciously]

After the team was formed, the originally tense atmosphere among the five people also eased.

Especially Succubus Kashan.

At least the [Warning] and [Slight Fear] in her status bar have disappeared.

[Extreme nervousness] also turned into [nervousness].

I really don’t know why such a weird character appears in Succubus.

Lu Wenwu could only attribute it to the diversity of intelligent creatures.

He took a brief look at the surrounding environment and said quickly: "There is no task prompt, and the time should not be too tight. Let's introduce ourselves first according to the rules, starting with me."

Wasteland, aberrant wasteland.

Rumor has it that this place used to be a beautiful pasture, with emerald green grass growing there, and above the head was a clear blue sky and large white clouds.

Under the reflection of the bright sunshine, the crystal-clear and sweet water condenses into a lake, just like a gift from God.

However, no one alive today has ever seen it.

To them, the sky is gray, the clouds are dark red and brown, the ground is basically bare, and the water in the wild is turbid and not drinkable.

The herds of cattle and sheep of the past have long disappeared.

The aberrations spawned by pollution and radiation form a community, constantly wandering in this wasteland.

No one could remember what this place was called, so they randomly picked the most widely circulated name as a nickname.

Those who are still alive only remember one word that the first generation survivors who died more than a hundred years ago always repeated in their mouths.

Wasteland.

This is a deadly hell and a hunting ground for the strong.

Humans in the wasteland have long forgotten what breeding is, and they all make a living by hunting aberrations.

It is said that there was once a magnificent city under this gravel, and a large number of products of the old era were buried.

If you can find some valuable products, you can go to a large gathering place to exchange for purified pure drinking water and get purified food made from plant powder.

Even if the treasure cannot be found, staying in this dangerous zone with high radiation and pollution all year round will increase the possibility of becoming an evolver.

The occasional lucky person confirms this.

Although the vast majority of brave wasteland scavengers died from radiation, mutation, pollution, and mutant attacks.

But this place still attracts countless wastelanders.

At this moment, there are a few wasteland scavengers who are not afraid of death and are walking unswervingly towards the depths of the abnormal wasteland, with the unique despair of wastelanders and an almost insignificant trace of hope.

"Great God of Evolution, please bless us."

The vicissitudes of life man in the lead tightened the dirty scarf around his neck, wiped a handful of muddy goggle lenses, looked at the dim sun above, and murmured in a low voice.

"Old John, we have been walking for three full days, are you sure that picture is real?"

A thin, withered guy pursed his cracked lips, his voice extremely hoarse.

"It's not too late to turn back now. We can save more water for more than two days."

Old John was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and he instantly became angry: "Damn it! I told you Takeda! I found it from an atlas that was at least a hundred years old! That's a map from the old era! The old era Do you understand!"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Old John, the great archaeologist at the giant bone gathering place." Takeda has long been used to this. "Forget it, I don't have the resources to change water when I go back anyway. In these miserable days, death can be regarded as a peaceful life."

"I have a feeling we're almost there."

While the two were having fun, a "person" covered in an inhuman carapace spoke.

If Lu Wenwu were here, he would definitely feel familiar.

This person's appearance was exactly the same as that of the contaminated person he had encountered before.

"I can feel that the power of the great God of Evolution is guiding me, not far away." The evolver pointed in a direction with his fingers that had turned into pliers.

Old John's eyes lit up and he strode forward: "Haha, praise the great God of evolution! Boys, we are going to get rich!"

The thin Takeda shrugged and silently tightened his grip on the samurai sword in his waist that, according to his dead father, was handed down from the old times.

As for what is a samurai?

Takeda is too lazy to care about such nonsense.

He's not an archaeologist.

He only cares about whether he can have a full stomach for the next meal, or whether he can have a nice bottle of pure drinking water.

After drinking the most rubbish third-grade drinking water all year round, the old man Takeda, who is over thirty years old, feels that he is not far from returning to the heaven of the great god of evolution.