I am cultivating immortality in Zhetian

Chapter 19
The roar echoed across the mountains and rivers, like thunder exploding, chasing after everyone, urging them to run wildly without any delay.

Fortunately, the black shadow was not aimed at them, and they ran away for an unknown number of miles in one breath. They gradually left the scope of the black mist, and only then could they see the bright moon in the horizon again.

When they came to a stop in front of a short mountain, everyone was tired and sleepy, breathing heavily. After all the consumption, their stomachs were barely filled with snacks in the evening, and they were once again growling with hunger.

But no one had any intention of looking for food. Under the light of the moonlight and flashlight, they looked at each other and discovered something was wrong.

"Where's Li Changqing?"

"And Wang Yan."

"They never kept up."

The 24 people who set off from Mount Tai experienced several dangers on the way on the Kowloon Coffin. Coupled with civil strife and division, only 13 people were left in front of them.

Fu Jin, Ye Fan, Pang Bo, Zhang Ziling, Zhang Wenchang, Liu Yiyi.Zhou Yi, Wang Ziwen, Lin Jia, Xu Chuan, Ge Ming, Li Xiaoman, and the foreigner Cade she brought.

Recalling the overt and covert fights at the class reunion, the joyful laughter gathered under Mount Tai, and looking at the embarrassed appearance at this time, everyone was in a daze for a moment, as if they had had a big dream.

I was so exhausted that I couldn't even cry even if I wanted to.

"Let's rest here first and wait until we get through the night." Zhou Yi had no intention of searching for the whereabouts of Li Changqing and others. He sighed and said:
"I'm keeping vigil for everyone."

"Plus me." Fu Jin said. Thanks to his physical transformation, he didn't feel much tired. Compared to others, he was still full of energy.

"You don't have to come." He looked at Mark and the others again.

After making arrangements, Fu Jin took out a bottle of divine spring water from his backpack and gave it to Zhang Wenchang and others to drink separately to regain some energy.

When everyone was about to lie down, Fu Jin and Zhou Yi sat on the stone next to them. The latter looked a little melancholy. Under Fu Jin's surprised eyes, he took out a pack of cigarettes, took out one and lit it.

"One?" Zhou Yi took out another one and lit it on his own initiative before Fu Jin agreed.

Fu Jin took it. This was his first time trying it. In order to avoid choking, he took a sip and exhaled wisps of smoke, exhaustion and worries seemed to be exhaled along with it.

"It's hard for us to go back." Zhou Yi took a deep breath, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and sighed.

"Since you can come, you can go back." Fu Jin dusted off the ashes.

"You know what I mean." Zhou Yi smiled:

"In this unknown world, various things will appear that break our understanding. No one can tell what will happen next moment and how we will die."

Even if the Kowloon La Coffin sets off again, they must survive until then.

"I know what you mean." Fu Jin looked calm.

He suffered from terminal illness in two consecutive lives. Even if the "illness" in this life was probably just a misunderstanding, he had already become accustomed to it and had the mentality that death could come at any time.

Of course, Zhou Yi didn't mean this.

"Do you suspect that the disappearance of Li Changqing and the others is related to me?" Fu Jin saw through the other party's thoughts. In fact, it was not just Zhou Yi, but most of the others had the same idea.

Zhou Yi paused in putting the cigarette to his mouth.

"Although I originally had such a plan, their deaths have nothing to do with me." Fu Jin was very straightforward and did not hide his inner thoughts.

"You mean?" Zhou Yi frowned, feeling as if he had forgotten something important.

"Demons, gods and ghosts." Fu Jin reminded that these two words naturally refer to Crocodile Ancestor and God Nian, but he did not explain in detail.

Only then did Zhou Yi remember the scenes he experienced on the ancient planet Yinghuo.

It turns out that the crisis has never gone away, it is just hidden in the darkness and cannot be seen by ordinary people.

"How do you know?" Zhou Yi asked.

"I saw it." Fu Jin's answer made people's hearts tremble.

"Those things are hidden among us?" Zhou Yi was not a stupid person, and he quickly understood the meaning behind Fu Jin's words.Fu Jin nodded and said:

"If Liu Yunzhi hadn't jumped out and I discovered something was wrong. In the end, it might have been another person who provided power for the five-color stone altar."

"Who is that person?" Zhou Yi couldn't wait to know. With such a terrifying existence hidden around him, no one would be calm.

"You'd better not know." Fu Jin's kindness left Zhou Yi speechless.

"Have a good rest."

After leaving a word, Fu Jin sat alone not far away. In his induction, his body was changing.

The fair skin gradually turned red, and the chest was extremely hot, as if a fire was burning. The blood all over the body seemed to be attracted by some kind of force, and seeped out crazily along the pores.

In the blink of an eye, he became a bloody man.

"The power of desolation".

Fu Jin thought of the source of the accident and looked at the others.

After sleeping for a while, everyone was awakened again, feeling the pain like knives and fire, and let out heart-piercing wails. They lay on the ground like wild beasts, roaring, crying, and losing their minds.

There was a layer of blood-red flames surrounding the body, burning silently.

This pain is very tolerable.

Fujin sat quietly on the stone, experiencing this change.

Compared to the sudden all-devouring power in his body, this power could not be called intense. It was like a dull knife cutting flesh, constantly rubbing back and forth, making people extremely painful.

hum.

The power spread to the sea of ​​​​bitterness, trying to make waves, but in front of Fu Jin's thick and solid blue sea of ​​​​bitterness, not a single ripple was made.

As time went by, this force became stronger and stronger, with each wave becoming stronger than the other. The Sea of ​​Bitterness finally began to shake, and the force penetrated deep into it, forcibly taking away the life essence.

This scene reminded Fu Jin of the previous tragic situation when his energy and spirit were devoured.

Just when he was trying to resist, a majestic life essence surged out of the stimulated sea of ​​suffering, flowing through his limbs and bones like a flood. It not only washed away the external force, but also nourished his flesh and blood. Bone marrow, internal organs.

"It's the power of the holy medicine." Fu Jin recognized the origin of the life essence.

This holy medicine is made from the Nine Wonders of the Immortal Medicine, which contains immortal substances. After being devoured and returned by the power in his physique, it seems to have been refined, and can effectively resist Huang's power.

Swish.

Fu Jin opened his eyes.

At this time, one night had passed, and it was the morning of the next day. There was dew dripping in the forest, and he looked at his palms.

It seems to be whiter and tenderer again.

"No way."

Take out your phone and turn on the camera.

A young man with fair skin and graceful features appeared on the screen. He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with slanted eyebrows and black hair like a waterfall.

"The hair has grown out." Fu Jin raised his hand and touched it with a smile. He didn't want to be regarded as a monk.

"It's not unacceptable."

Fujin was "self-admiring" here, but from the crowd not far away, there were screams of disbelief.

(End of this chapter)