Cultivation starts from drawing superhuman physique

Chapter 74
"Hey, the world of cultivating immortals is really weird. Everyone has everything. My current physique only tends to increase strength and defense. I don't know if entering the immortal sect will benefit the cultivation of immortals. If not, it will be troublesome." Yes, and there is a need to fight a bit, otherwise the strong will not be able to prevent it..."

Su Poman was a little worried, because when he was a child, a fortune teller at home told him that although his fate was perfect in the five elements, his life was too short, and he would experience major changes when he was a teenager, and he might have to die before he was [-]. Therefore, I found two words from the compass copybook specially used to increase fate as my name, hoping to use this to break the fate.

"I am indeed passed away now, so the consummation of the five elements is also true, right? I hope that the consummation of the five elements that the fortune teller said has nothing to do with the spiritual roots. If there is a connection, it would be too bad. It’s called ‘Destroyed Spiritual Root’, it is said that the speed of cultivation can be so slow that people doubt life…”

"Let's take a step and look at it first. Even if it is a waste spirit root, I will not remain silent forever. Anyway, I have a purple source roulette. If it doesn't work, I will work hard to collect spiritual objects, transform them into energy points, and turn Superman Physique extraction is complete, I think with the strength of Bronze Superman, as long as you don’t provoke those great monks who are good at soul attacks in the world of cultivating immortals, self-protection should be enough, then change the extraction target and extract the aptitude of mythical figures will be fine!”

After Su Poman thought it through, he gently closed the "Record of Experience and Experience in Practice", and put it in his arms.

At this time, the moon in the sky was covered by black clouds, and he felt a little bored, so he lay down on the haystack with his clothes on and went to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Su Poman suddenly heard the sound of an underworld opera. He opened his eyes in a daze, and suddenly found that there were people standing around him, and he himself was standing in the crowd, facing the large building The stage under the locust tree.

On the stage, there are glamorous and famous girls in flower feather armor, and there are also mighty generals with long beards.

Su Poman looked at the people next to him again, and found that no matter what he could not see the faces of others clearly, his vision was blurred, and a feeling of horror suddenly arose in his heart.

I vaguely remembered that I was sleeping in a dilapidated house just now, when did I come out to watch a play?

After reacting, I was shocked and a little panicked.

At this moment, some changes took place on the stage, and the singers on the stage were lifted up by vines one by one like puppets, and their movements were as stiff as zombies.

"Giggle..."

Sharp laughter continued to emanate from the mouths of those zombie-like singers, and the ink on Hua's face became more sinister because of the wanton smile.

The icy breath kept coming from the surroundings. At this moment, Su Poman suddenly saw the faces of the people around him clearly. They were extremely shriveled faces, like old bark that had lost moisture, and the eye sockets were empty and pitch black. Shen Shen, even without teeth in his mouth, the boss was cracked open, and he was staring at him with a strange smile.

Uh...

Ghost cries came.

Su Poman was a little hairy after being stared at, and suddenly felt a sense of irritability in his heart. Amidst the turmoil, he roared angrily: "What ghosts! Fuck you all!"

The voice rolled like thunder, and his own blood rose up like wolf smoke, and the scorching masculine energy swept away the icy aura around him.

Su Po heard his own roar in his ears, and finally opened his eyes. His face was full of anger, and he was taken aback suddenly. He looked around and found that he was still lying on the haystack. Where was there any stage and mummy?

"Could it be a nightmare?"

Su Poman was a little puzzled, he found that the clothes he was wearing were all torn apart, and strips of shreds were spread on his towering chest muscles.

"Want to transform into a big muscle bully in a dream?"

It stands to reason that unless one fights with all one's strength to fully agitate one's qi and blood, one's body will not experience such changes.

But now-

But it's a bit abnormal!
If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Su Poman carefully looked at the surrounding environment, but he didn't find anything unusual.

"No, in my dream, I seemed to see the stage under the big locust tree, and the feet of the mummy dressed up by the villagers seemed to have locust roots attached! There must be something wrong with the big locust tree outside!"

A cold light flashed in Su Poman's eyes, he pulled out the short black blade, and chopped off a thick root protruding from the ground with all his strength.

laugh!
The black blade is not a mortal weapon, but a low-level magic weapon. The edge of the blade is extremely sharp, and the thick root will be severed from it with a light touch.

White juice flowed out from the fracture, and there were a few bloody threads in the center of the root.

"Squeak..."

Just when Su Poman was about to touch the juice on the root, the thick root seemed to be alive, and it made a mouse-like cry.

Afterwards, the entire ground shook violently, and the already dilapidated houses became precarious. Many bricks fell from above, and soil and sand fell like a rain curtain.

Su Poman strode out of the house, and in the darkness, he saw the huge pagoda tree in the distance began to sway with its fangs and claws. The dense trunk was swaying in the dark night sky like the giant claws of a devil.

The soil and rocks on the ground were separated, and the roots of the trees popped out of the soil one by one like a suddenly stretched rope. In an instant, the sky was full of dust.

Among the messy roots hang a horrible mummy, like a marionette, entangled by the fine roots and hanging on the thicker root knot.

"Fuck, this is a meeting with a tree demon!"

Su Poman looked at the situation around him, feeling a little apprehensive, but he still had some confidence in his own strength, holding the short black blade tightly with five fingers, waiting quietly for changes in the field.

Woo!
As if the sound of a ghost crying came, the back of Su Po's head seemed to be full of eyes, and he lowered his body, dodging the thick roots attacking from behind.

Immediately afterwards, the tree roots on the ground began to riot, frantically whipping towards him.

"Clap clap clap..."

Su Poman inserted his feet deeply into the ground, fixed his body, and the surface of his body was constantly rippling with transparent ripples. The powerful attack that looked dazzling enough to kill any warrior in an instant did not cause any substantial damage to him. s damage.

"You are so weak and dare to come out to scare me! Go to hell!"

Su Poman raised the short black blade and used the earth-level martial skill 'Xuantian Sword Technique'.

Although this sword technique is incomparably exquisite and powerful, it can't keep up with his strength.

In the air, black short blades formed a storm of sharp blades, and the bright light continuously streaked across the roots.

chi chi chi...

The extremely comfortable cutting sound continues continuously, just like a sharp knife cutting a cucumber, crisp and pleasant.

(End of this chapter)