Spiritual power itself has the property of suppressing and purifying pollution.

In just one minute, Yan Lu Ge reawakened his transcendent ability in this life, and at the same time obtained the ability to resist and suppress pollution.

There are 10 seconds left.

In the scorching of this silver-white flame, the distortion on Yan Luge's body slowly stopped, and even slowly changed back to the posture of a human being.

Pain beyond human imagination enveloped him, but Yan Luge still didn't make any sound.

He was silent in the darkest and most desperate moments, and there was little in the world that could shake him.

Compared to the pain of being corrupted by pollution, it was actually the pain caused by his own silver-white flame burning. It is an extreme pain that acts directly on the essence of the will, from which there is no escape or resistance.

But he inflicted this torture on himself, and he would not stop, and he could not stop.

If he stopped, he would be corrupted by the polluting power of the gods.

The two forces are repeatedly tugging at each other.

I don't know how much time passed, but the physical and mental changes finally stopped, and Yan Luge gasped for breath, lying on the ground with a smile.

1 second left.

Yan Yuge, whose body was burning with silver flames, barely raised his head, and the scene in front of him changed.

The half-human, half-beast god in heaven is still there, but he is no longer beautiful.

Half of His face was still handsome, but half of it showed bright red muscles like that of a severely burned patient; His fur was still supple in some places, but in other places it continued to grow bulges, and when they had grown to a certain extent, they burst open on their own, and they flowed out thick yellow and white pus. His slightly flared wings were as white as snow, but upon closer inspection, the white ones were a dense layer of maggots, crawling in and out between the wings.

This is the true deity.

Deity...... It's rotting.

He transmits the power of decay and distortion to everyone who sees, hears, and touches Him.

He flapped his wings far away, as soft as a breeze, as fierce as a ghost.

His form vanished.

"Mission accomplished." The system sound sounds.

Yanluge lay on the ground as if he had lost his strength, gasping for breath.

There was a strange roar behind him.

A monster tainted by the gods was slowly approaching him, trying to tear everything that lived to pieces.

At the last second, Yan Luge rolled to dodge, then half-crouched on the ground, pulled out the gun, and raised his hand to shoot.

Bang –

A bullet hole appeared in the pollutant's forehead, and the body slowly fell to the ground.

Yan Luge was still holding the gun, looking at it coldly, his eyes no longer confused.

The pollutant on the ground did not die.

Mortal weapons can't kill pollutants.

The bullet holes in its eyebrows were wriggling, and a viscous, grayish-white, tofu-like fluid—its brain—was slowly healing.

Only the transcendent can fight them.

Yan Lu Ge, who was already a transcendent being, had a way to deal with it, but he wanted to keep an experiment, so he didn't kill it.

Reluctantly standing up, instead of firing again, she took a long metal rod from the side and plunged it into the monster's chest, nailing it to the ground, and then found a bundle of chains that bound its limbs and body tightly.

Contaminants are troublesome, but it's not powerful.

Mortals can't kill it, but it's enough to imprison it.

Opening the door to the observation deck, Yan Luge found that the large piece of villa he had cut off had returned.

After the god left, he pasted the severed corner of the space back on.

And when the space was cut, the people who were unfortunately in that corner of the space all died.

Those people were moved to some place by the gods, and in just over a minute, it was as if they had experienced a fierce battle, but in the end they were defeated and the whole army was annihilated.

Some of the people who fought seemed to be some kind of large beast, and the corpses were full of signs of being bitten, and some of them had disappeared.

Some of them appear to be fighting otherworldly beings who use flames, and their bodies are completely charred.

Some of them seemed to be fighting against something even more bizarre, and the corpse had turned into a gray-haired old cadre.

The scene was very tragic.

The ground was littered with bloodstains, stumps and corpses.

Words and songs are silent.

These dead people were all his subordinates, who were talking and laughing two minutes ago, but had to face life and death two minutes later.

He didn't want to see anyone die if he could.

The mentally retarded system gives a range of costs.

But he didn't expect that the money would be a pension.

He just wanted to find a place for the aura to escape, get some heavenly treasures back, and make himself an extraordinary person as soon as possible.

The rotten system sent him to the gods' mouths.

After fixing his mind, he walked out of the villa.

With his feet on the thick snow, Yan Luge involuntarily shuddered.

It's cold outside.

In the past, the wind and snow in the cold leaf forest would freeze people to death every year.

Hopefully it won't be him next.

You know, although it has been several days since he inherited the inheritance, as the "youngest richest man in the world" in history, he has not yet made the front page headlines of the newspaper. The undisciplined newspapers are serializing his childhood experiences, teenage experiences, and marital status like serialized novels......

If he freezes to death here, then as "the shortest-lived richest man in the world", "the richest man in the world who died the fastest time after inheriting an inheritance in history", and "the richest man in the world who died violently after inheriting an inheritance in history and no descendants continue to inherit the inheritance", he estimates that he will not want to get off the headlines for the next whole year.

The picture is too beautiful to think.

Wrapped tightly in the fur collar, Yan Luge restrained his mind, stood in the courtyard in front of the villa, turned on the flashlight, began to observe the surrounding environment, and soon found a scene that could be called a miracle.

The cold-leaved forest is located in the cold zone, and the plants here are mainly coniferous plants such as cold-tolerant fir, spruce, and larch, and the moss plants that do not require high nutrients and can tolerate all kinds of harsh environments.

And now, the conifers that were silent not far away suddenly burst out with exuberant vitality that they should not have, and began to grow, sprout, flower, and bear fruit at a speed visible to the naked eye...... Yan Luge even saw a broken dead branch, but at this moment, it slowly grew green leaves and roots.

There is no doubt that it was influenced by Reiki.

Yan Luge smiled slightly.

Even a trace of aura is enough to turn the surrounding environment and creatures upside down.

Yan Luge closed his eyes and began to absorb the aura.

Every breath of air he breathed now was filled with aura.

When you are in an environment where the concentration of aura is high enough, every breath is a natural cultivation. After spending some time in such an environment, even ordinary people can become transcendental—just look at the mutated animals and plants around you.

It's the instinct of life.

Under the deliberate control of Yan Lu Ge, the aura that was inhaled was stored, and fine crystalline substances about the size of mitochondria were coagulated in his bones, muscles, and blood.

The spiritual power crystallization in his body is something called "life mimicry", which is his most fundamental ability.