The system gave me immortality, and I survived everyone

Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Xiao Mu quickly thought about what the undertaker would do next.

But no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure out what the Undertaker would do next.

Because the current situation is relatively clear, any further conspiracies and tricks will only be superfluous.

But the question is, if the Undertaker had no other conspiracy, why would he detonate the Zhulong puppet?

His greatest support was the Zhulong Puppet and the Sword Emperor. Now that his left and right arms have been cut off one after another, he is simply digging his own grave.

Thinking of this, Xiao Mutou said, "Senior Fengchu, I have a question I want to ask you."

"Emperor, please speak."

"Although I have barely entered the Immortal King realm, I am not a true high-level cultivator."

"I heard that when high-level monks are injured, it is usually difficult to heal?"

"Yes."

"When you are at the level of Immortal King 6 or above, your strength can already touch the pinnacle of the world."

"At the same time, after reaching the sixth level of Immortal King, they cannot be harmed by ordinary means, but once they are injured, they can only be healed by natural treasures."

"Where is that emperor-level cultivator?"

"This is even more troublesome. The Heavenly Emperor level of cultivation is above the Immortal King level. Because they are more powerful, there are fewer things that can work on them."

"Therefore, Heavenly Emperor-level cultivators rarely risk their lives. Once they are seriously injured, the hope of recovery is very slim."

"The only effective treatment at present is destiny."

After getting this answer, Xiao Mu's heart began to beat wildly.

Feeling Xiao Mu's emotional changes, Pang Tong asked in confusion: "Emperor, have you thought of something?"

Slowly looking up at Pang Tong, Xiao Mutou said word by word: "Mr. Fengchu, the so-called serious injury you mentioned, is it the same as Pang Hong's injury to the origin?"

"Yes."

"If I remember correctly, Pang Hong's injury has healed."

As soon as these words were spoken, cold sweat immediately broke out on Pang Tong's forehead.

"You mean to say that the Undertaker didn't have any tricks this time. He just wanted to trade injuries for injuries."

"The reason why he is not worried about his men getting hurt is because he has a method that can quickly heal high-level monks."

"That's right!"

I saw Xiao Mutou said word by word: "The undertaker once said something when he was chatting."

"He said that the Undead Demon Lord's idea was correct, but his approach was wrong."

"If we can improve our methods, this path may not be impossible, but it is somewhat unscrupulous."

"Pang Hong cured Jiulong Hebi's injury, which means he has found the right method."

“Even if the Sword Emperor is seriously injured, he cannot be dealt with by cultivators below the Heavenly Emperor Realm.”

"If he takes this path, a vast number of lives will become his blood food."

"brush!"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Mu and Pang Tong flew out quickly.

Because they had to quickly inform the other Heavenly Emperors of this matter and stop the Undertaker before he took action.

......

Very windy day.

Chen Changsheng and Zhang Zhen stood outside the huge main world, and Wang Hao also followed with great interest.

"Tsk tsk!"

“Although the Jifengtian Emperor is dead, Jifengtian has not suffered much trauma.”

"So much power of living beings, just thinking about it makes me drool."

Compared with Wang Hao's enthusiasm, Zhang Zhen's expression was a little serious.

Because he is about to do something that goes against human nature.

Seeing this, Chen Changsheng said calmly: "If you regret it now, there is still room for turning back."

"Once you do something like this, there's no going back."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhen hesitated and said, "Besides this method, can my injury be cured?"

"can!"

“But it will take a long time.”

"Then how long can I live?"

"About thirty to fifty thousand years. Your progeria is innate. Even if you reach the realm of the Great Emperor, your life span will be much shorter than others."

"So my fate is determined when I'm born?"

Facing Zhang Zhen's words, Chen Changsheng looked at him deeply and said, "Fate is never predetermined."

"I can only say that your flowering period is shorter than others."

"But what does the length of time have to do with it? Thirteen also didn't live long, but his life was full of ups and downs."

"He made the world remember the name 'Chen Shisan' forever."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhen's thoughts were somewhat shaken.

At this time, Wang Hao on the side spoke.

"You can't say that. It's better to live a miserable life than to die."

"People are dead, what's the point of leaving behind some false reputation, can you feel it?"

“Only when you are alive can you do what you want to do.”

Wang Hao's words reaffirmed Zhang Zhen's somewhat shaken faith.

Seeing this, Chen Changsheng sighed and shook his head, saying: "Time is the greatest enemy of living beings, and it is also a curse."

"Since you have made up your mind, I have nothing to say."

"But I think that sooner or later you will regret it."

After saying that, Chen Changsheng turned and left, leaving only Zhang Zhen and Wang Hao.

Looking at the main world not far away, Zhang Zhen opened his mouth wide and a huge suction force came from his mouth.

In an instant, the blood and energy of the living beings flew out from their pores, and countless screams lingered in Zhang Zhen's ears.

"Hahaha!"

"So that's how it is. By absorbing the energy and blood instinctively, you can avoid impurities in the blood of living beings."

"Why didn't I think of such a simple method?"

Wang Hao clapped his hands and laughed, then joined the camp of devouring the blood and energy of living beings.

Naturally, what the two did was discovered by the monks from Jifengtian.

But without the help of the Heavenly Emperor-level cultivators, how could they stop the Sword Emperor and the Immortal Demon Lord?

Three days!

It only took Wang Hao and Zhang Zhen three days to wipe out all the creatures in Jifengtian.

Looking at the dead silent world below, Wang Hao licked his lips and said.

"Although all the living ones are dead, there seems to be something edible down there."

"How about we solve it together while we're at it?"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhen, whose injuries had mostly recovered, spoke.

"If we cut off all the roots, what will we eat in the future?"

"Not that serious."

"The world has the ability to repair itself. As long as the destiny is not damaged, the world will recover in less than three to five thousand years."

"Really?"

"Why would I lie to you? I'm not the kind of person who would exhaust all resources to catch fish."

After getting this answer, Zhang Zhen did not hesitate and devoured Ji Fengtian's vitality again.

This time, the grass and trees in Jifengtian began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Such a huge main world was eaten up by just two people.

By the time the masters from the Four Brahmas and Three Realms arrived, the two had already fled.

Looking at the dead silent sky, everyone's faces became extremely gloomy.

......