Doomsday Immortal System

Peng Man tore off his arm.

Before the white severed arm even hit the ground, countless wildly twisting black snakes emerged from the wound.

Demonized!

Having already put on his plate armor, he hurriedly jumped into the pit, took out the coffin and got in.

The sense of crisis disappears.

Blood spurted out from the broken shoulder. Peng Man took a look at it and saw it was red. He was completely relieved. Fortunately, the arm was broken in time, otherwise he would have been invaded by the "virus" and his soul would be shattered.

He had long felt that something was wrong. How could there be a technique in the world that could allow a living person to lurk in the demon team without revealing any clues? The only explanation was the demon, a brand new demon he didn't know about!

Now, the guess was confirmed. In addition to the demonized severed arm left on the surface, he also saw a tooth that looked like a crocodile's mouth. It was this kind of scissor-shaped tooth with a diameter of only an inch that bit the back of his hand.

The color of the teeth is scarlet, and they seem to be surrounded by black mist, which is as real as an illusion.

Peng Man glanced at the system interface and found that the stamina he had just been abundant in had bottomed out. He quickly took out the Bigu Pill and swallowed it. The stamina was depleted very quickly. The entrance of 300 Bigu Pills could only keep the number around 80, so Peng Man had no choice but to keep it at around 80.

He also put the remaining seven hundred into his mouth. This would be better, and finally it rose to 200.

Looking at the dangerous physical strength that kept rising and falling, Peng Man gritted his teeth and piled up the newly obtained 4000 points of free attributes, then his head sank and he was completely unconscious.

Another whole day passed before he woke up again. At this time, the shoulder injury was no longer getting worse, and there were still countless pink granules growing on the cross section. It might take a long time to rebuild the fine tissues one by one before they can completely grow back.

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He knew that one-tenth of the characteristics of evil spirits were not real evil spirits after all, and the wound this time was different from the last time his right arm was torn. After all, the arm from that time was still there. He also knew that in order to recover as before, he must have a lot of

Pills or fairy crystals.

I took another look at the physical strength value, which was 2357. After a while, it became 2347.

"The upper limit of my current physical strength should be 6800. Taking a thousand Bigu Pills will give me 10,000 physical points, plus 4,000 free attribute points, which is 14,000. Unfortunately, there are only more than 2,000 left of these 14,000.

And I can't hold on for long. No! I have to break into the sect ruins in Wuzhishan as soon as possible, otherwise my life will be in danger at any time. I just don't know if the monsters have dispersed."

He had broken off his left arm before, leaving a bloody smell on the surface, and nearby monsters would naturally swarm in. Fortunately, he put on the armor in time, so that most of the blood from the broken shoulder sprayed into the sealed armor, and returned to the body due to the evil characteristics.

, otherwise the demon will follow the blood and find the coffin directly.

Peng Man glanced at the coffin lid, but found that the scene of the monsters gathering in his imagination did not appear. There was not even a monster nearby!

"what happened?"

He couldn't figure it out, but time was tight and he didn't want to think too much. Peng Man put away the coffin, carefully climbed out of the pit, and went straight to Wuzhi Mountain without stopping. He knew that the new evil had not left, but was lurking nearby.

Waiting for another attack.

The wilderness was empty, not even a monster could be seen on the road, which made Peng Man even more surprised. From the edge of the deep pool where he was to Wuzhi Mountain, the distance was only more than fifty miles. Peng Man turned around a hill and could see it directly

The collapsed mountain gate located at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain.

The demons that had disappeared before were all surrounding the mountain gate. Inside the mountain gate, there were more than twenty immortal cultivators in Taoist robes, using magic weapons to resist the attacks of the monsters.

Peng Man went straight to the mountain gate. His physical strength was still decreasing every ten points, and he didn't have any time to waste.

"Cooperate well and advance and retreat together!"

As they got closer, they heard someone from the team of cultivators commanding them. Unfortunately, the terrifying monster could not be dealt with by someone commanding them. A frog-like monster that had previously given Peng Man a headache suddenly jumped up and bit a female cultivator in one bite.

neck.

Countless monsters swarmed up and devoured the beautiful female cultivator in an instant.

"Ah——" Someone collapsed. He yelled and dropped the magic weapon in his hand and backed away.

brush!

The sword light flashed, and the corpses of the retreating monks were separated.

"I said, anyone who dares to flinch will be killed!" A handsome, tall immortal cultivator flew out from behind the team and warned everyone with a flying sword in his hand: "Not only kill, but don't even think about leaving the body behind!"

After saying that, he kicked the companion he killed with his own hands into the monster's mouth.

"Ugh—" Some timid female cultivators couldn't help but retched, but even though they were afraid, they didn't dare to turn around and retreat.

"No wonder no monsters are looking for me. It turns out there is a living person holding the jar." Peng Man looked at the long corpse of the monster and instantly understood the reason.

——A large group of survivors systematically eliminated monsters near Wuzhi Mountain. Perhaps they wanted to break out of the encirclement. They advanced cautiously and fought day and night. As a result, they achieved great results and eliminated most of the monsters.

At this moment, Peng Man came with a terrifying number of monsters. Then he dug a hole to hide himself and disappeared from the eyes of the monsters. The monsters who lost their target were soon attracted by these fresh flesh and blood and besieged them.

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How could the team of immortal cultivators, who had always been running smoothly, think that they were being tricked? They suddenly encountered a terrifying number of monsters and suffered a huge loss. They had to slowly retreat to the vicinity of the mountain gate. The mountain gate might be their gathering place.

The original number of this group of survivors was unknown, but now there are only more than twenty people left. Well, there may be some backup teams who are taking a rest. They are not evil spirits or Peng Man. One only needs the haze to persist, and the other only needs the fairy crystal elixir.

You can continue to fight. Immortal cultivators who practice martial arts must meditate to recover when their spiritual energy is exhausted.

After he was assassinated by the strange new demon, he climbed out of the pit and came to the mountain gate, and this was what he saw.

Peng Man glanced at the survivors coldly, avoided the monster, and went straight to the mountain gate. He was not prepared to go up to help. Having experienced the despair of first arriving in the immortal world, in his eyes, immortal cultivators were no different from evil spirits.

"This new martial artist, please come and help us!"

Just as he passed by the group of survivors, the handsome "Supervisor" who had just killed someone shouted out. The Supervisor didn't think he called him wrong. He was wearing metal armor and holding a long sword. He was nothing but a low-level martial artist.

As for the martial immortals whose bodies are comparable to immortal weapons, they naturally disdain to wear armor. But at the lowest level of heaven, there are no characters of the level of martial immortals.

Peng Man didn't stop, not to mention that his physical strength was constantly decreasing and his life was at stake. Even if his physical strength was full, he had no interest in stuffing himself into a pile of monsters to save others.

"You don't know how to praise me!" Seeing that he didn't stop, the supervisor immediately said with hatred: "Now is not the past, you shirtless martial arts cultivators are like scum in front of monsters!"

"Then you ask him to help. How can he help like that?"

"Nonsense, didn't I just want to be cannon fodder?"

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