Global Wasteland: Unlimited Upgrades for Vaults

In the past 20 years, the leeks planted on the mountain behind the Shifang Gate have been replaced one crop after another.

The Zongmen's people have also grown from more than ten people at the beginning to more than a hundred people today.

In the remote Shanjiang County, Tonghe Prefecture, Shifangmen can be regarded as a big martial arts school.

With a radius of [-] kilometers, countless poor families hope that one day, Shifangmen will be able to pick up their own children, and they will be able to eat a full mouthful of food from now on, without having to watch the sky for food.

Confucianism uses literature to disrupt law, while chivalry uses martial arts to ban it.

There are warriors who kill like hemp, and immortals who regard human life like nothing. Maybe overnight, the mortal dynasty will change.

In the troubled times, the sect continued to grow, and Sumo's status was getting higher and higher.

Thirteen years ago, Su Mo reached the peak of Ming Jin, but he was far from the second level of martial arts, Dark Jin.

Without him, a martial artist cultivates qi and blood all over his body. At Su Mo's current age, his qi and blood have already decayed, and he will not live for a few years.

Qi and blood flow obscurely, trying to twist the body into a rope, to detect the dark energy, it is almost like a moon in a well, a flower in the water.

In order to prolong his life, he went crazy and asked the Shifang Gate to collect all the things that could prolong his life.

But things of longevity are priceless in the bustling Zhongzhou, let alone in the remote Shanjiang County.

In desperation, the disciples of the Zongmen found the so-called relics of the Mo Sanren, which contained another book of self-cultivation "Changchun Gong".

It's a pity that the road of practice is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

It was already a year ago when Su Mo understood this truth.

Before practicing "Yijin Gong", at least there was a so-called sense of energy, but practicing "Changchun Gong" was like a pool of stagnant water, without any movement.

To this day, the progress bar of cultivating immortals is still beating at 0. There may be a slight glimmer of hope, but it will disappear immediately.

The road to eternal life is long, talents, opportunities, resources... many restrictions firmly bind monks without background.

Distracting thoughts disturbed people, Su Mo's eyes were gloomy, as if he had detected the thoughts of a powerful enemy outside, and there was no wave in his heart.

"Flying Flower Gate, Jingyang Gate, Yuanhuo Gate..."

Slowly spit out the three sects clamoring outside, Su Mo's heart became more peaceful.

The honest men who besieged him were either the majestic elders of the school, or the famous chivalrous headmen.

Shanhe County has more water and more mountains.

Because of this, Sumo was able to survive the siege of the three factions, waiting for support.

At this time, everyone has been looking for him in this wild mountain for three full days, and every day at noon, they will shout in the valley.

No one wanted to be the first bird, and they were all afraid of Su Mo's counterattack when he was dying.

In this tense confrontation until sunset, the afterglow of the setting sun ignited the sunset glow on the mountain side, and it was gorgeous for a while.

"Old Demon Su, I think you can hold on for a few more days, hum!"

Hearing the voices outside gradually getting low, Su Mo, who had been holding his breath, finally sat down slowly against the wall.

"Dragon swims in shallow water and is teased by shrimps, and tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by dogs."

When he said this, all kinds of things on the earth in his previous life suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

He was originally a Chinese student on Earth. After a car accident, he traveled to this world by chance. He has been tossed and bumped for more than sixty years. Those who have died once have long since lost their respect for death.

But the experience of a lifetime is also fleeting.

Many memories buried deep in my heart are alive at this moment, vividly beginning to appear before my eyes.

It's time to return to the light, the injured person chased and fled in the mountains and forests for three days, without a drop of water, without a grain of rice, it was the time when the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dying.

"After all, life is hard to give up!"

Su Mo sighed in his heart, and felt a little bit emotional about how the remaining wives and children should face the powerful enemy after he left like this.

He had foreseen this kind of result long ago. Although he was prepared, he never imagined that these superficially upright sects would be so dirty behind the scenes.

"If there is an afterlife, I must be a lawless devil!"

Thinking like this, Su Mo couldn't help smiling in the face of fear of death.

The rosiness on the face also opened the wound with the smile, and the blood flowed out. After tonight, there will be no more Elder of the Shifang Gate, Su Mo in the world.

With trembling hands, he took out the last vial from his bosom, poured out the pill in the bottle, and swallowed it in one gulp.

The mixed medicine wrapped in the brown honey pill was greedily swallowed by Su Mo before he tasted it.

The stomach was stimulated and squirmed wildly, sending out a signal that food and grass supplies were urgently needed.

The elixir does not seem to treat the wound, but more like an anesthetic, which relieves the pain on the body a bit.

The medicine of tigers and wolves is a great terror between life and death.

This medicine was originally used to stimulate potential when desperate, but now it is used by Su Mo to extend life.

With the help of the medicine, one thing after another was taken out of his arms.

There are the peace talisman given to him by his daughter Su Ling, the unique hidden weapons that he got in the rivers and lakes in his early years, and the relics of immortal cultivators who fell off the cliffs...

Looking at the fist-sized stubborn stone in front of him, Su Mo laughed, and seemed to recall the adventure in his mind.

For more than twenty years, this stone has remained motionless like a stubborn stone, and until today, it is still as devoid of magic as a common stone.

"Even if you die, you can't take advantage of these beasts"

Gritting his teeth, Sumo sat up and prepared to bury the stone deep in the cliff.

But in the line of sight that no one could see, the blood flowed along the wound on the arm onto the stone, and a misty spiritual light followed the stone and along the lines left by the blood, as if a transmission channel had been established and transported to the body middle.

A clear stream suddenly appeared from the lower abdomen, although it was subtle, it really existed.

In an instant, Su Mo's still chaotic thoughts suddenly became clear, and the expression on his face froze on the spot.

in the body.

Following the coolness, it seems to be able to "see" that the stream of air first starts from the chest, guides it down the midvein, illuminates the atrium, gradually descends the perineum, turns to the Jiaji, and then ascends to the gate of heaven.

Ren Du's two veins are bright and clean, cool and comfortable.After a long period of time, the governors have joined each other, forming a halo, which is as round as one from the beginning to the end.

It's a pity that the airflow was still weak, and after only one cycle, it was lurking in the lower abdomen again.