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Tushanjun stood blankly in the open space at the end of the village.

He had just traveled through time, and before he could recover from his original injuries, he was driven to the head of the village like a duck.

The cool sun of summer melts gold and sparkles.

After standing for a while, I felt that my body was too weak to hold on.

After shaking, I was sweating like rain.

After all, it was because the original body was injured that Tu Shanjun was implicated.

Touching the wound on his head, Tushanjun couldn't help but sigh.

The horse rider ran away and couldn't find anyone, so he had to rely on his family resources to resist.

I grew up in a family with no savings, and now I can't work as a long-term worker, so I rely on the help from my neighbors to survive.

I heard from the village chief that there is something very important to announce today, and even the wounded have to come.

Tu Shanjun was invited down to the village with a bowl of thick porridge and half a white flour steamed bun.

Anyway, what big things can happen in ancient times, just make up the numbers.

Sacrifice, conscription, taxation... are still far away.

Now it's time to think about how to live in the future.

As the saying goes, a man born under the age of half will eat a man who is poor.

If you just rely on your neighbors for help, it won't be long before you inflict resentment on others.

They are all old farmers digging food in the fields, and no one has much leftover food.

Tushanjun looked around.

All the residents in the village came, and no one was absent. It must be said that the old village chief's prestige is still good.

Of course, the white-faced steamed buns as big as a child's fist made a great contribution.

"Ahem, I'm asking everyone to come to the village today because I have a big event to tell them." The village chief spoke loudly before starting to talk.

Laihan at the entrance of the village put his sleeves up with a curious look on his face. What on earth is worthy of giving each family a white-flour steamed bun?

"Old village chief, don't make excuses. Now that you're here, why don't you let everyone hear about it? What's the big deal?"

"That's right, that's right."

What kind of knowledge can the villagers have? They gather together in a chaotic atmosphere.

It's quite lively.

The women gathered together to chat about household matters, and the farmers greeted each other.

Even Lai Han, who always lay at home, became active.

It was not easy to find a way to get it together. It would be great if I could take another opportunity to find a wife.

"An immortal master came to stay in our village. It was the immortal master and his old man who asked me to gather all the families." The old village chief finally revealed the secret and moved his eyes to the locust tree not far behind him.

Under the guidance of the old village chief's gaze, the villagers noticed a dark shadow in the shadow under the tree.

At first, it was as if he had deliberately ignored the other party, not even noticing that there was anyone there.

Tu Shanjun looked surprised, and his wandering eyes became a bit sharp.

The weak body straightened unconsciously.

‘Immortal Master? ! ’

This shows that this world may be a world of immortal cultivation, with extraordinary power.

He most likely traveled to a world where there were immortal cultivators.

‘Cultivation of immortality, immortality, and the great road. ’

Bewildered and then overwhelmed, surprised and happy, as well as the trembling hidden in my heart.

Tushanjun's already weak body trembled slightly.

Under the scorching sun, cold sweat broke out from my spine and wet my short clothes.

He was not sure whether it was true or not, whether this was really the world of immortal cultivators.

He was actually afraid deep down in his heart.

As long as you think about the law of the weak and the strong, you can understand that cultivating immortals is basically 'eating people'!

Can I, who was not a top figure in my previous life, really embark on this road that seems smooth but is actually full of thorns?

"Can I really do that?"

If you change to a new world and start your life again, can you really become one of the top people?

"I can!"

Tu Shanjun encouraged himself firmly, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to retreat, so he used words to stop himself.

He had never longed for something so much, like a hungry beast longing for food, purely biological instinct.

If life is not in your own hands, it will breed fear.

Fear is the most primitive human emotion, and it can also make people strong.

No matter what kind of society it is, there is nothing wrong with becoming stronger.

[Panel is not open]

Tu Shanjun looked at the light blue interface that appeared in front of him in astonishment and was blocked by chains.

It's very similar to those panels in the game, but it shows that it is not open.

"hang!"

Tu Shanjun was overjoyed. As expected, 99% of time travels are possible.

Now that there is something to worry about, the hope in Tushanjun's eyes is a little less, and his expression is more stable.

He did not rush into contact with the immortal master who seemed to be untouchable.

The other person's face doesn't look like a good person.

The immortal master who came out of the shadows was about five feet eight, with a face as golden as paper and deep-set cheeks.

The fierce eyes dimmed.

There are injuries.

Seriously injured!

The black robe was in tatters and still stained with undried blood.

The inverted triangular eyes narrowed slightly and a smile appeared on his face.

Tushanjun shuddered, his wandering eyes focused, revealing a little light and vigilance.

He always felt something was wrong. The immortal master looked at them like animals and prey.

When the other party glanced at him, Tu Shanjun's eyelids kept twitching, which made him even more panicked.

Where can any immortal master look like this?

Shouldn't he be an immortal with fair hair and a childish face? Even if he is not, he should be gentle and elegant.

If the person in front of him is really the so-called immortal master, he is definitely not a righteous cultivator.

There is no difference between casual cultivators and demonic cultivators, they are both murderers.

"Sanqing bless, Bodhisattva bless, bless me and keep me safe."

Tu Shanjun suppressed the fear in his heart and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and not to scare himself.

He has decided to quit.

I don't need to risk contact with immortal cultivators. Even if I want to contact an immortal master, I should find the right path. This person in front of me is obviously not a good person.

Tushanjun looked solemn and quietly retreated behind everyone.

He lowered his head and looked at the black-robed immortal master with his peripheral vision.

If something happens, you can have a buffer and buy yourself some time.

Of course, the first thing to do is to figure out the purpose of this immortal master who doesn't look like a good person.

"It turned out to be an immortal master. I didn't expect that the immortal master would come to our village."

"The legendary immortal master..."

"Sure enough, it's a big deal. If you get a chance to be immortal..."

The villagers were suddenly surprised and happy, with expressions of disbelief.

After all, I had only heard rumors and had never actually met an immortal master.

The boys in the village who went in and out of the city were so embarrassed that they had seen the immortal master in the big city. Everyone was happy to hear it and thought it was just cowhide.

If he really is an immortal, can he help us clean up the mass graves if we invite him?

Because of the passage of time, dirty things were born in mass graves.

"Thanks a lot."

The immortal master with inverted triangular eyes patted the old village chief on the shoulder and faced the villagers with a cruel smile on his face: "Thank you for your hard work."

"I'm here to bring you a great blessing."

Tu Shanjun clearly saw the old village chief standing there as if he had been cast on a body-holding technique.

His eyes were dull and his body was as thin as a dead tree.

"It's a scam!"

Tu Shanjun's expression changed with shock, and he ran away without hesitation.

With a thud, he hit something unknown, which made him dizzy and made stars appear in his eyes.

There was nothing in front of him, but Tu Shanjun felt like he had hit an iron wall.

"Array."

"rise!"

The demonic monk with inverted triangle eyes glanced at him.

With a flick of his sleeves, a small flag with a black face and red edges flew out from his sleeves.

It grew taller in the wind, and became about ten feet long and wide, standing above everyone's heads. The transparent walls on all sides were gradually dyed gray by the black smoke.

The demon cultivator waved the long sword in his hand, and blood was visible immediately after he took it out of the sheath.

The head of the old village chief detached from his rickety body, and the big head was thrown up and rolled down. Blood sprayed ten feet high, and the fishy-sweet smell filled the formation.

"ah!"

The terrified screams woke up the stunned villagers.

"Killed!"

"The village chief was killed."

The villagers were frightened, commotion and panic, and began to push and move like poultry and headless flies.

Rampage, squeeze and pile up.

It's a pity that I can't escape.

Tushanjun had already found a way for them, and the transparent wall blocked everyone's escape route.

The black flags above everyone's heads were spinning, and gray shadows emerged from the corpses and suddenly disappeared into them.

What followed was a one-sided massacre.

The sword-wielding demon cultivators killed the villagers in the formation like chickens.

For a while, the blood turned into a trickling river, and the corpses piled up into a small hill.

Nearly two hundred villagers could not even hold on to a stick of incense.

The demonic cultivator's face became more and more ferocious, and blood spattered on his face, revealing his morbid madness.

Tushanjun leaned in front of the transparent wall in fear, his maroon pupils couldn't help but shrink.

Curling up, his brain was spinning crazily, trying to find a way to defeat the demonic cultivator.

"System, do you have a gift package for newbies?"

"The kind that quickly improves strength."

"Where's the opening draw?"

“What about the pills that will get you through the hard times right away?”

"What a stupid system, I'm going to die!"

"..."

Countless calls failed to activate the light blue panel.

While Tu Shanjun was thinking about a solution with his eyes widened, the demonic monk had already killed all the villagers and walked up to him.

Covered in shadows, a crazy face appeared from a high position.

Terrible and terrifying.

"It's your turn."

"You are a little special."

"It just so happens that my soul flag still lacks a main soul."

"You are so smart, I hope you can hold on." The demon cultivator smiled cruelly and raised his sword.