As the source of all the chaos, the potholes of the town have long been buried by wisps of dull blood and human stumps in an unknown part.

Walking on the ground is like stepping into a pile of soft and rotten meat, making a popping sound.

The man's only half pale face squirmed slightly in the sun.

Qin Mo stood at the door of the welfare home, staring at the only pure land in the hell drawing in front of him.

The big iron gate had weathered decades of wind and rain, becoming mottled, dilapidated, and crumbling.

A shocking blood-colored palm print, coating the surface of the iron gate, is the last desperate struggle of people before their deaths.

Now that the blood has dried up, it has congealed into one strange pattern after another.

Not only the main entrance, but also the old walls of the welfare home, there are traces of such horrors.

Tens of thousands of corpses surrounded the welfare home in the center.

They screamed and wailed, their nails digging against the walls and iron doors with a tooth-wrenching crunch.

It's just strange that no matter how shaky the iron door may be, as if it would fall to the ground with a thud the next moment, it still stands, defending the only survivor of the town.

Seeing this, Qin Mo walked over.

The blood demon he cultivated was of the same origin as the corpse tide, and the specifications were higher.

Although these low-level zombies have no self-awareness, they still make way according to their instincts.

Stepping on this road paved with stumps and flesh, a heartfelt smile appeared on the face of the man at this moment.

What a wonderful experience......

This world will be rewritten by me......

Qin Mo opened his arms intoxicated and made a hug.

The corners of his pale mouth slowly hooked, immersed in the masterpiece he had created with his own hands.

It's just a pity that the audience of the masterpiece is far from enough......

Thinking of this, the man broke away from his intoxication and regained some sobriety.

So...... Why is it that the dilapidated welfare home in front of him has been able to stand firm until now?

Qin Mo's gaze, through the crack in the iron door, confronted a girl standing quietly.

She seemed stunned, and then turned to leave.

Are you scared?

A thought flashed in Qin Mo's heart, and he frowned again.

Because the girl's quiet appearance is really not like a mortal's reaction to this situation.

He frowned, stepped forward, and placed his hand on the iron door.

It's a little cold to the touch, a little rough, and at first glance, it looks like an ordinary iron door.

However, as a cultivator, Qin Mo could feel the inner subtlety of the iron gate.

There was a faint fluctuation of spiritual power, coming from his hand.

Qin Mo's face showed a bit of understanding.

This matched his previous guesses.

After all, there are no high-tech things to be seen left and right, so presumably only fellow cultivators can do such a magical thing.

"Formation ......"

The man muttered to himself, a gleam in his eyes.

It's no wonder that when he first saw this sign, it sounded familiar.

It turns out that this is where Zhang Asi's stupid overturned car before!

As a result, Qin Mo's mentality inevitably underwent some changes.

At first, he just wanted to come and take a look, and it was best if he could break the door, and it didn't hurt if he couldn't.

After all, the real layout of the place belongs to the twelve populous cities.

But after knowing that this was the place where Zhang Asi overturned, he instantly changed his mind.

This door, he Qin Mo is really broken!

What you Zhang Asi can't do, I'll do it Qin Mo!

is also a disciple of the Blood Demon Sect, isn't it clear which is stronger and which is weak?

A thought made the man stop preparing to leave.

As he ran the exercises, blood-red threads spilled from his fingertips, and then struck at the tide of corpses wandering around him.

A steady stream of blood shattered, through this way, gathered on Qin Mo's body.

Although it was only temporary, this unprecedented huge spiritual power still made him take a deep breath, and his expression flashed with intoxication.

In the next moment, the pale palm pressed the iron door again.

The monstrous blood surged in the palm of his hand, launching wave after wave of ferocious impact against the formation on the iron gate.

Qin Mo actually has a lot of research on the formation method.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to do such a big thing under the nose of the official.

Of course, he knew that the formation-breaking technique he was using at the moment was the most spiritually draining and thankless one.

But now that he is extremely inflated, he wants to defeat him in the front, and express his heart in the most primitive and brutal way!

After enduring it for so long, once he succeeded, wouldn't he be allowed to be a little arrogant?

But having said that, Qin Mo was still a little secretly frightened in his heart.

Because of the subtlety of the formation in front of him, he was really staggered.

Fortunately, the people who set up the formation should be suffering from the lack of materials, and the selection of the formation is made of local materials, such as this mottled iron gate, the old courtyard wall, and so on.

This is also where Qin Mo's confidence lies in daring to break the formation.

After all, it's hard for a good woman to cook without rice, these tattered materials, and even materials that can't be called materials at all, what kind of flowers can you play?

According to the current progress, in half an hour at most, I will be able to break through the formation!

At that time......

Thinking of the girl who had just glanced at him in a hurry, Qin Mo's face showed a cruel meaning.

……

……

Meanwhile.

The teenager strolling on the national highway finally quickened his pace.

He looked as usual, not in a hurry.

Because long before leaving Qingshi, he had laid a total of nine hundred and eighty-one circles in the welfare institute.

The circles are constantly growing and complementing each other, enough to deal with the vast majority of crises in this world.

Even if someone has the means to break the formation, then he has to first peel an onion, layer by layer, and finally reach the core.

And even if he did it, what was waiting for him was the seven sword qi that Chen An left on the girl's body.

Every sword qi, although he was forced to recultivate at that time, he had to practice the qi realm.

But that is also the sword qi left by the former Mahayana immortals.

The monks of this world have no power to resist.

Therefore, Chen An is not worried about Chen Xi's safety.

The young man's fluttering plain clothes were suddenly paused.

He casually took his phone out of his pocket and clicked on the letter.

Then Chen An couldn't help but be stunned.

Because the phone trembled, it turned out to be a friend application with the head of an anime two-dimensional girl.

Since returning to the present world, he has rarely used his mobile phone, and there are naturally very few people who can know his contact information.

The application remarks are very concise, just three words.

"It's my sister."

would call Chen An like this, I think there is only that girl with a cold face all the year round.

So Chen An clicked to accept, and while hurrying, he sent a message casually.

"Who taught you?"

He asked.

There was no reply for a long time.

I waited for about two or three minutes before the anime girl began to beat.

But it was not the answer to the question.

"I miss it."

With such a short three words, she seems to have really been playing for a long time behind the screen of her mobile phone.

(End of chapter)