After leaving White Deer City.

Wu Chong followed the direction recorded in the information, but it took only half a day to find the mountain.

On a bare barren mountain.

An old inn made entirely of thatch, isolated there. There are also some abandoned village complexes on the outskirts, which at first glance look like some village that has been abandoned for a long time.

It's still that village.

Or the 'villagers' who are almost alive.

And the inn at the end.

Looking at the familiar scene, Wu Chong stopped outside the village, recalling the scene from the last time he came over. That time, he came with his brothers from the cottage, and he spent money outside the king, and when they entered the village, the villagers still showed frightened expressions.

At that time, none of them felt wrong.

"Good man, I don't have any money."

Walking into the village, the villagers knelt down and begged for mercy as they remembered.

These people, just like the fixed program.

At first glance, they are very real, but if you look closely, you will find that they are not real beings, all of them are false beings derived from the oil lamp attached to the inn. It is trying to imitate human behavior, but alas, dead things are dead things, and they don't understand what real life means.

Squeak, squeak......

Walking to the top of the mountain, Wu Chong looked at the inn in front of him.

It was still as dilapidated as it was before, and outside the door, he also saw the old shopkeeper with an oil lamp.

"Do you want to stay at the hotel?"

The old shopkeeper grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

Sure enough, it was a dead thing, and he didn't remember him at all, and his behavior was still running according to the set.

Wu Chong ignored the old shopkeeper, but looked up at the inn. It was here that he buried a group of good brothers under his hand who 'did not seek to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day', and it was here that he met Xu Zhou.

At that time, the inn was an irresistible monster for him.

In his eyes, Xu Zhou, who had a mysterious origin, couldn't deal with the powerful monsters, but when he looked at it now, he found that this inn was full of flaws. The wall that used to be desperately impossible to see through now seems to be like that.

'I've gotten stronger. ’

He chose to use this thing as a three-turn material, which was in itself thinking about this grievance and drawing an end to the past.

Wu Chong raised his hand, and wisps of breath condensed in his palm.

"Guest, come in and have some hot tea."

The old shopkeeper spoke again, still with that honest smile. It's just that Wu Chong has no interest in wasting time with him.

Looking at the dilapidated inn in front of him, Wu Chong gathered all the 'spiritual power' in his body into the palm of his hand.

The superficial layer of human skin also begins to recover.

1st floor, 2nd floor, 3rd floor, 4th floor!

All the forces are stacked together, and they come together. There was a faint visual perception of air distortion, as if a flame was burning.

If it were a normal person, he would have fled a long time ago when he saw the enemy gathering momentum, but this inn, even the old shopkeeper in the house, is all dead. They don't even know what fear is, they just do what they do.

Tablet Breaker!

A palm volleyed into the air and fell down.

The palm of nothingness flickered.

In the next moment, the powerful force collided with the dilapidated inn in front of him, and only a 'boom' sound was heard.

A huge palm print appeared on the outer layer of the inn, which could not be broken no matter what.

The palm prints dug deep into the wall, and cracks like cobwebs began to spread.

The scars widened, the inn showed signs of collapse, and the signboard outside fell off. This palm is really a broken stone! It's just that this 'monument' is the entire inn, the inn where pollutants change.

"Are the guests staying at the hotel or eating?"

Inside the shop, the numb old shopkeeper was still repeating his previous words.

On his counter, there was a dusty oil lamp.

On the lampshade, there was actually a crack.

This inn is the power of this oil lamp

Wu Chong gathered the strongest force so far and struck a palm, and it really shattered this irreversible thing.

Looking at this scene, his mind involuntarily recalled what Xu Zhou had said at the beginning.

These things can't be killed. ’

Can't be killed?

Wu Chong looked at the oil lampshade where the cracks spread, and the belief in his heart became more and more firm.

In this world, there is no monster that cannot be killed, and if there is, it means that your strength is not enough.

Ten breaths later.

There was a crisp sound, and the glass lampshade around the oil lamp ...... Shattered.

With the shattering of the oil lamp, the whole village shook.

Standing on the mountain, Wu Chong saw the disappearance of the village, which was like a broken crystal, spreading outward from the middle part, one by one, one by one. With every rift that sliced through it, an area disappeared.

For ordinary demon martial artists, pollutants cannot be killed.

This was not only Xu Zhou's concept, but everyone else, including the people of the Heavenly Realm and Huangquan. There have been countless warriors in history who have tried, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't destroy this thing. It's like a wonder of the world, standing there undefended, and it can't be destroyed by all means.

Countless generations have tried.

In the end, it came to the conclusion that it was 'unkillable'.

But nothing in the world is absolute.

From the birth of the pollutant to the present, no one has ever used such a crude method to break it like Wu Chong.

Because the intensity is not enough.

But Wu Chong's 'spiritual power' did it, like a spear.

He gathered all his strength to a single point, and shattered the shield. This shattered point set off a chain reaction that eventually led to total crumbling.

This feeling is like an invincible boss in the novice village.

It's like being killed by a player who is cheating.

After the shattering, the whole mountain shook.

Wu Chong stood on the top of the mountain, his feet as if they had taken root, and he let the earth shake without moving.

With the earthquake, the outlying villages completely disappeared.

The villagers they had seen when they came in earlier also slowly lost their movement, and one by one they stood in place like dead things, allowing the shattering to spread to them, and finally turned into black ashes along with the vanished village, floating in the sky and earth.

After a long time, the tremors died down.

The village is gone, and the inn in the middle is gone.

All that was left was a broken and dilapidated lamp, lying quietly on the ground. All the surrounding land that touched it was contaminated black and purple.

This polluting power is a hundred times stronger than that of the Night Demon.

Wu rushed over and picked up the broken lamp.

In the middle of the horizon, the familiar interface jumped out.

The transfer materials have been collected.

Do you want to change jobs......