The Lord who use immortals as food

The danger of death not only subsided, but also turned into a boost, allowing him to even move.

He can really leave this city now. Within twenty days, he can recover his eighth life, and then return to Xuanmen. After that, he can reach the third level of Xuanmen in another twenty days.

And the feeling that resonated with heaven and earth when he stepped into the sky tower had long been in his heart. On the night when he climbed to the top of Xuanmen, he could ascend to the sky tower.

In these eighteen years, he has cleared the obstacles between every realm.

Because he is already standing on these realms, his body and soul are extremely familiar with them.

By being promoted in this way, his body will undergo a process of adaptation and even be slowly repaired. The sky tower he achieved is also very stable. After entering the sky tower, he can slowly find ways to repair his injuries. This is a plan that has been conceived in my mind countless times over the past eighteen years.

It was as if his prayer just now was answered, and God really gave him another chance.

but.

Yue Muzhou slowly fiddled with this body that had just been supported by zhenqi and was not yet used to it.

He had another, less brilliant option.

That is, now, immediately, right away, on the spot, within the time of a cup of tea, to be promoted to the Heavenly Tower.

After eighteen years of hard work were burned to the ground, one day or ten hours later, he would fall from the sky tower realm. Whether he could survive or not was anyone's guess.

at this time.

The whole city was shrouded in darkness, blue fire fell from the sky, and the rain that exuded a dangerous smell fell to the ground faster than the fire.

The frost was coming from the top of the city, and that thing stood at the top of everything, killing everyone as efficiently as killing a nest of ants.

The atmosphere he had felt in the past few days was very gloomy, and the voices made by people were full of anxiety. Even if the young man had never told him in detail, he could definitely guess what kind of thrilling struggles the young man had experienced in the past few days.

And he could only sit paralyzed in the darkness, listening to the panic and noise, feeling everyone's fragility and powerlessness.

And his own fragility.

He never asked anyone what it was, because no matter what it was, there was nothing he could do, it was just to disturb others to deal with the enemy.

Just from the intuition brought by a few words, he felt that thing was crushing him like a mountain, making everyone tremble and panic.

He really wanted to see what it was.

Yue Muzhou raised his head and looked at the sky, with a ferocious and apologetic smile on his scarred face: "I'm sorry, I just lied to you."

I still like to seek death.

He lowered his head, and majestic momentum burst out from this old body, and his black clothes were like a flag.

From a dwarf to a gun.

As the body was filled with true energy, the atrophied limbs were stretched, the back straightened, and the trembling hands gradually stabilized. But the missing flesh and blood could not be replaced after all, so the old man's figure became taller and thinner.

The strong wind howled, and the mysterious energy swept into his body like a whirlpool. Under such violent catalysis, the newly born buds grew taller and taller, turning into seedlings, shrubs, and towering trees.

And as the meridian tree flourished, the speed at which he absorbed profound energy also increased rapidly. Soon he took a step forward, and his whole aura suddenly converged.

Has entered the Xuanmen.

But after only taking a breath, mysterious energy several times more powerful than before poured in crazily again, this time stirring up the storm in less than half of the city.

Take one step forward and reach the second level of jade steps.

Take another step, the third level of jade steps.

Then, Yue Muzhou stood still for about ten breaths, which was his longest pause so far.

He is getting back that feeling of promotion.

Eighteen years of accumulation would take months or even years to capture for others, but for him, that little bit of enlightenment was already a tool he could use at any time.

He took a moment to take it out, and then his whole body began to move up slowly.

At a certain time, the space centered on the county government office was instantly cleared of rain and fire.

And it continued until the heavy dark clouds and frost-stained sky were penetrated, revealing the original blue and sunshine.

…

Under the city wall.

Ming Qitian had some vitality left. After Xing Zhi placed her under the eaves, she turned around and asked people to clear the street.

The skin on her cheeks felt a bit corrosive and painful, which was caused by the raindrops that had just fallen on it. Ming Qitian reached out and wiped it, and her fingers felt a little hard.

She used a trace of her true energy to isolate the small piece of meat and cut it off.

For people with true energy, this rain is not too threatening. First of all, they can isolate the rain and their clothes do not need to get wet.

Even if it falls on the skin, the infectivity of ambergris diluted to this concentration is no longer severe, but for ordinary people, especially the elderly and children, it is still a deadly liquid.

But hiding at home is only a temporary method of preservation. Not to mention the frost that is spreading rapidly and has covered half of the city. Even those frost ghosts that have been infected and mutated cannot be blocked by two wooden doors.

All manpower has been invested in culling these monsters, but new ones are still being generated. It is difficult to say which one is faster.

As for herself...

Another "spy" rushed towards her, and she shot a sword energy through its forehead.

This is already the third one.

A hundred more of them wouldn't threaten her, but Xing Zhi had told her about the role of these things. If one or two more came over, the Immortal Lord would probably target the thing he really wanted to destroy.

Ming Qitian looked at the figure on the top of the city and stood up.

She tore off a hair tie from her sleeve and held it in her mouth. She pushed back her long, messy hair with both hands, then took off the hair tie and tied it up. The wounds that penetrated her chest and abdomen were sealed with true energy.

The Immortal Lord didn't pay much attention to her, but a casual throw of the sword was enough to strip away most of her combat power. More importantly, Liuli was almost completely suppressed by him.

Ming Qitian held the sword in front of her and looked down. The blue lines spreading on the clear sword were like poison or some kind of evil blood.

This famous sword trembled slightly and seemed to be emitting a low whine. Only the sword owner could feel the pain.

Ming Qitian patted it gently: "Shall we try again?"

Zhan Xin Liuli shook the sword and let out a deer-like cry.

Ming Qitian stretched out her hand and gently touched it from the hilt to the tip of the sword: "Hold on a little longer, okay?"

Zhan Xin Liuli turned over with difficulty, revealing another side of herself that was even more seriously infected.

"..."

Its spirituality is indeed very weak, and it has almost completely retracted to its deepest point. If it wants to initiate "Heart-Severing" again, it means that it will take the initiative to open up the sword and fill it with spirituality, and in the process, it will inevitably touch the blue clinging to the sword that makes it feel like touching a soldering iron.

Ming Qitian lowered her straight eyebrows, showing a pleading look, and whispered softly: "Please."

Zhan Xin Liuli suddenly turned over, remained silent for two seconds, and then slowly handed the sword hilt to her hand.

Ming Qitian smiled slightly, held the familiar sword hilt, and walked down the tower with her head lowered, without raising her head to look at the figure.