The Era of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 74

The handsome young man fell to his knees in the majestic heavy rain. The rainwater kept flowing down his hair, the corners of his eyes and his cheeks, and finally fell into the stagnant water on the ground.

The rainstorm, the high-speed bridge that shouldn't be there, the 000 sign... everything seems to have returned to the night three years ago.

Endless fear surrounded his heart, making him unable to summon up any strength.

Father……

Yes, Murasame!

He staggered two steps, and picked up the precious knife that never sticks to blood from the mud, but the knife was already covered with muddy water.

The arms were clamped tightly, the knife was clamped in it, and the village rain was wiped mechanically with the sleeves over and over again...

The sleeves were worn out after being wiped again and again, and the rough back of the knife made the white skin on the inner side of the arm bleed, but he continued without noticing it...

Can't wipe clean!Can't wipe clean!

Why can't I wipe it clean!
The clear light reflected from the clean knife surface of the famous sword Muramame, illuminated the boy's frightened eyes.

He saw it, saw the fear and cowardice in those pupils, which was something he swore to abandon three years ago.

"However, I am already different from that time!"

Stopping the wiping action, he stared straight at the pupils in the shadow of the sword, pulling away emotions such as fear, bewilderment, and cowardice from the pupils, leaving only endless coldness and rage in the end.

The eyes in the knife shadow lit up little by little, and finally blazing like a scorching sun, dispelling his powerlessness, and seemed to dispel the boundless night.

Lifting the knife, the boy walked towards the bridge firmly, leaving the dark clouds and rain behind.

It's time to drink the wine of vengeance and drive the three-year-old village rain into the chest of the enemy.

……

"What the hell is going on?"

While complaining, No. [-] struck out with an iron fist, smashing the heads of lizard-scale golden-eyed monsters one after another.

Yes, number three said, this is Deadpool, a depraved hybrid.

"Crack!" "Boom!" "Boom!"...

Palms, shoulders, knees and even some weird parts are used by this giant to kill.

He turned into a god of death with a beautiful war dance, harvesting the lives of the monsters in front of him.

The fourth wave...the fifth wave...

Comfortable!

One feels happy physically and mentally.

It has been more than ten days since he returned to this world, and he and the others are living a warm and happy life, but there are still bursts of emptiness and a little bit of anxiety in his heart.

During his 20 years in the wasteland, he has long been used to killing and fighting day and night, and he is used to the smell of blood.

But in a peaceful modern world, he couldn't kill for no reason, could he?Although he did not graduate in high school, he also received nine years of compulsory education.

The black mist is surging again!
Another wave is coming!Could it be that this is a spot to spawn monsters?Or a deadpool lair?

That should be cherished, not exhausted.

Brush two more waves!Swipe two more waves and go!
After two waves, No. [-] dragged the last Deadpool over, and the steel-like scales were crunchy and shattered.

Crunchy to the touch, great!Do you want two more waves?

Two more waves!

Two more waves!

……

It's raining today and I'm in a bad mood, two more waves!

After killing more than a dozen waves of dead waiters who are estimated to add up to nearly a thousand, the bloody No. [-] made his final decision:

This time must really be the last two waves.

But he waited for a long time, but still didn't wait for the next wave of Deadpool.

This is gone?Okay ah?
I just warmed up!If you don't want to raise it, take this nest away.

Just as No. [-] was about to find the lairs of these monsters, the black mist on both sides of the viaduct suddenly gradually turned white, and finally became like auspicious clouds.

A dazzling white light filled all the roads ahead of him.

The majestic and terrifying Dragon's Might permeated the space between the heaven and the earth, pressing towards No. [-] in the middle of the bridge.

The boss is here!
No. [-]'s originally comfortable expression also became heavy. He reached into his pocket with one hand and took out a handle with a strange pattern.

Skillfully cut a sharp part of the handle with his little finger, letting his blood flow out, and the handle began to deform after absorbing the blood.

The small handle continued to protrude layer by layer, and finally turned into a short metal spear about 1.8 meters in length. The tip of the spear was condensed with silver-white crystals.

The white light gradually stopped, and Number One saw what was in the white light.

He has a tough and tall body, wearing a silver armor with scattered metals, lightning bursts from his hair, thunder sounds in his chest, and he rides an eight-legged golden horse under his crotch.

He was holding a wooden curved sharpshooter in his hand, the body of which was emerald green with several protrusions like branches.

The metal mask covered its entire face, leaving only a pair of golden pupils, which were as bright as giant lamps.

No. [-]'s education level is not high, and his mind is full of fighting and killing after so many years in the wasteland, but he still recognizes the shape in front of him.

Odin!The main god in Norse mythology.

"Hahaha! It's so interesting! It's so interesting!" No. [-] exclaimed loudly, and then suddenly his face was horrifying,
"I haven't tried to kill a god yet! I don't know what it feels like to poke a god's body?"

Odin was driving the eight-legged pegasus, and asked stiffly and slowly:

"You are him? You are not him?"

What riddle god?
I have been able to spend 20 years in the wasteland on the [-]st, because my hands are tough enough to convince people with virtue.

Let's finish the fight first!After the fight, you will be able to convince others with virtue, and then you will have to explain all riddles to me clearly.

The spear in No. [-]'s hand released endless thunder, and his muscles tensed up like a ray of light, fearlessly shooting at the legendary god.

Do mere mortals dare to touch the power of the gods?Odin was already furious and wanted to unleash endless divine wrath.

He also holds a long spear and charges with lightning amidst the roar of Pegasus and thunder.

The rain that covered the sky solidified at this moment.

……

Die!I can't stand it!

The ancient dragon serum has also been used, and the speech spirit has been upgraded, but it still doesn't work!
With great difficulty, she took advantage of the enhanced power of the ancient dragon serum and the large-scale killing of the word spirit upgraded by [Ming Zhao] [King Kong World] to kill all these nearly fifty dead waiters, thinking that she saved her life.

It didn't take long for another wave to come, and this wave was more, there must be seventy or eighty.

The power brought by the serum is constantly fading. If I inject a second injection, I am afraid that I will degenerate into a deadpool. If I don’t inject it, won’t I be eaten by these monsters?

The old woman is so beautiful, but she will be eaten by these monsters in the end?It's too bad.

Mai Tokudo dexterously dodged a deadpool's pounce, but several deadpools had already pounced on him again.

Under her negligence after a long battle, a dead waiter actually bit her blade, and she had no choice but to abandon the blade and retreat.

She took out the last dagger less than 15cm from her crotch, took out the second ancient dragon serum, and prepared to commit suicide.

Even if you become a dead waiter, you still have to get your money back before you die, right?
At that moment, the needle was only 5cm away from her arm, and she heard a cold male voice chant:

【Jun Yan】

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