"Alas, the world of cultivating immortals is really a bit bizarre, there are people and everything, my current physique only tends to increase strength and defense, I don't know if I have entered the immortal gate, there is no gain for the cultivation of immortals, if not, then it will be troublesome, and there must be some, otherwise the strong will not be able to prevent it......"

Su Poman was a little worried, because when he was a child, his family found someone to tell a fortune teller that although his life was complete with five elements, his life was too short, and he would encounter great changes when he was a teenager, and it was very likely that he would die before he was twenty, so he found two words from the compass script specially used to increase his life grid as his name, hoping to use this to break the fate calamity.

"I'm really dead now, so shouldn't the Five Elements Consummation be true? I hope that the fortune teller said that the consummation of the five elements has nothing to do with the spiritual root, if there is a connection, it would be too bad, the five spiritual roots are called 'waste spiritual roots', and the cultivation speed is said to be so slow that people doubt the ...... of life."

"Let's take a step at a time, even if it is a waste spirit root, I won't be lonely forever, anyway, I have the Ziyuan Roulette with me, if I can't do it, I will work hard to collect spiritual objects, transform them into energy points, and extract the superhuman physique to perfection, I want to rely on the strength of the bronze superman, as long as I don't provoke those great monks who are good at soul attacks in the immortal cultivation world, self-protection should be enough, and then change the extraction target and extract the qualifications of mythical characters!"

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

At this time, the moon in the sky was obscured by black clouds, and he felt a little bored, so he lay down on the haystack and fell asleep with his clothes.

In the middle of the night, Su Poman suddenly heard the sound of a drama in the underworld, he opened his eyes in a daze, and suddenly found that there were people standing around, and he was also standing in the crowd, facing the stage built under the big locust tree.

On the stage, there are glamorous celebrities wearing flowery armor, and there are also powerful generals with long beards, and the tunes are hoarse and mocking, and the content of the opera is not clear.

Su Poman looked at the person next to him again, and found that he couldn't see the faces of others clearly no matter what, and the perspective was blurred, and some terrifying feelings suddenly arose from his heart.

I vaguely remember that I had just slept in a broken house, when did I come out to watch the play?

After reacting, he was shocked and a little panicked.

At this moment, there were some changes on the stage, and I saw that the singers on the stage were lifted up by vines like marionettes, and their movements were stiff like zombies.

"Giggle......

Shrill laughter continued to come from the mouths of the zombie-like singers, and the ink on Hua's face began to become more and more gloomy because of the presumptuous smile.

The cold breath continued to attack from the surroundings, and at this moment, Su Poman suddenly saw the faces of the people beside him, which were extremely shriveled faces, like the bark of an old tree that had lost its moisture, the eyes were empty, dark and deep, and even there were no teeth in his mouth, and the cracked boss was staring at him with a strange smile.

Woo......

The ghost cries.

Su Poman was stared at a little hairy, and suddenly a trace of irritability suddenly appeared in his heart, and between the hot currents, he roared angrily: "What a ghost!" Give me all the death! ”

The voice was like thunder, and his own qi and blood rose like wolf smoke, and the scorching masculine energy washed away the cold 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 suddenly stunned, looked left and right, and found that he was still lying on the grass, where was there any stage and dry corpse?

"Was it a nightmare?"

Su Poman was a little puzzled, and he found that the clothes on him were all bursting open, and strips of broken steps were spread on top of his towering chest muscles.

"If you dream about it, you will transform into a big muscleman?"

It stands to reason that unless the qi and blood are completely stirred up by fighting with all their might, there will be no such changes in the body.

But now—

But it's a bit abnormal!

There must be a demon when something goes wrong, Su Poman carefully looked at the surrounding environment, but he didn't find anything unusual.

"No, in my dream, I seem to see the stage under the big locust tree, and the dried corpses dressed as villagers seem to have locust roots attached to their feet! There's definitely something wrong with that big locust tree outside! ”

Su Po's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he pulled out a black short blade and slashed at a thick root that was exposed on the ground.

Laugh at!

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 is cut off from it.

White juice flowed from the fracture, and there were a few strands of blood-colored silk in the center of the roots.

"Squeak Squeak......"

Just as Su Poman wanted to touch the juice on the whisker, the thick root seemed to be alive, and it actually chirped like a mouse.

Then, the whole ground shook violently, and the already dilapidated houses became precarious, many bricks fell from above, and the earth and sand fell like a curtain of rain.

Su Poman strode out of the house, and in the darkness, he saw that the huge locust tree in the distance began to shake with its teeth and claws, and the trunk of the forest tree swayed in the dark night sky like the devil's giant claws.

The earth and rocks on the ground parted, and the roots of the trees were like suddenly straightened horses, one by one, popping out of the soil, and in an instant, the dust filled the sky.

Among the messy roots hung a terrifying corpse, like a marionette, entangled in fine tendrils and hanging from the thicker root knots.

"Rub, this is a dryad!"

Su Poman looked at the situation around him, and his heart was a little hairy, but he still had some confidence in his own strength, and his five fingers clenched the black short blade, waiting for the changes in the field.

Woo!

The sound of a ghost crying came, and Su Po was like a raw eye in the back of his head, and he was short, dodging the stout few that attacked from behind.

Immediately afterward, the roots of the trees on the ground began to riot, frantically whipping at him.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Su Poman's feet plunged deep into the earth, fixing his body, and the surface of his body continued to ripple with transparent ripples, which looked dazzling, enough to kill any martial artist in an instant, and did not cause him substantial damage.

"You dare to come out and scare me if you're so weak! Die! ”

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

Although this sword technique is extremely subtle and powerful, it is somewhat unable to keep up with his strength.

In the air, the black short blades formed a storm of blades, and the bright light of the snow continued to cut through the roots.

Sneer......

The comforting sound of cutting is constant, like a sharp knife cutting a cucumber, crisp and pleasant.