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Shaking its thick tail, the other two fat mice ran away in fright.

It began to enjoy this hard-earned meal alone.

But alas, where the fat rat boss died, the van's thick bumper became crumbling.

Over time, the bumper, which was half missing, suddenly fell off.

With a tendency to fall, the rusty sharp horn pierced the back of the bloodthirsty rat's neck.

Blood spurted out, like beautiful flowers.

In the car that Su Mo couldn't hear, two notification sounds suddenly sounded.

"Successfully kill the level 0 Shuoshu, get energy point 1..."

"Successfully kill a level 1 bloodthirsty rat, get 50 energy points..."

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"Su Mo, come out and die obediently, and hand over Mo Sanren's relics, and I will give you a happy ending!"

"Old devil Su, don't try to resist in vain. Our three major sects have united to kill you, old devil, today. Our hands are already all over the mountain and down the mountain. I have pity on you people from the ten directions of the magic sect. You have already been killed. Let's tune the tiger away from the mountain, don't think that someone will come to rescue you today!"

"Sumo, you damned old dog, in order to practice your skills, you tried to kill people and ordered your disciples to search for people's fat and people's anointing everywhere. Today, I, Cui Tianya, must kill you, the devil, to comfort the souls of these innocent people in heaven."

"Old devil, I didn't expect it. Today, after my three major sects kill you, they will surely crush you, and even your family... tsk tsk, I heard that your younger sister is very handsome, so you can rest assured. Come on, all your family members will be taken care of by us.”

The shouts outside echoed in the valley, accompanied by lewd laughter, making it impossible to tell whether the Sumo they were talking about was the devil or they themselves were.

Su Mo was wearing a tattered brown robe, which was stained with blood, and calmly looked at the entrance and exit of the small cliff.

From time to time, the mountain wind blows in and the robe flutters, rattling like a battle flag.

Under the faint light, bright red blood could be vaguely seen, oozing from the wound on his body, falling to the ground, and joining the previous red blood.

Surrounded by a group of enemies, there is already no way out.

Not surprisingly, unless he can put on wings today, he will surely die.

Su Mo had a clear understanding of the situation, but even if death was imminent, most of the regrets in his heart came from not stepping on the fairy gate.

"After all, there is no fairy fate, it is impossible to break through the gate of longevity, and it is impossible to walk through the gate of life and death."

Leaning against a small, dark mountain crack, Su Mo murmured bitterly.

Everyone in the world knows that the lifespan of the Qi-practicing immortal is one hundred and five, and the lifespan of the foundation-building immortal is three hundred.

But there are a few people who can leap from ordinary people to Qi training period.

Practice, wealth, law and land are indispensable.

It has been 16 years since Sumo traveled to this place.

But even after so many years, Su Mo didn't receive his own traveler welfare - Golden Finger.

In order to survive, he worked as a handyman in an inn, as a schoolboy in a martial arts school, as a bodyguard who walks a dart, as a hero of the rivers and lakes...

Until the age of 42, in a fight with others, he lost half of his hand and fell off a cliff.

Just like in the dog blood TV series, I fell off the cliff and had an adventure, and picked up the monk's skill "Yijin Gong".

Since then, the world has lost a powerful player, Su Mo.

But in the realm of comprehension, there is one more monk who yearns for longevity.

But in fact, unless a casual cultivator has a golden finger by his side, the road to immortality is long and he cannot escape birth, old age, sickness and death.

For the sake of cultivating immortals and resources, Su Mo had no choice but to establish a sect by himself, named Shifangmen, in order to help him obtain resources for cultivating immortals from the ten directions.

It's a pity that as the cultivation of immortality became more and more difficult, Su Mo, who couldn't even advance to the Qi refining stage, could not help but become a layman, spreading branches and leaves at the Shifang Gate.

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.