He was missing his arms and broken legs, and his body was full of hollows, which looked like the same as the deformed biological stones that had just happened.

If he landed in a place with a population at this moment, with normal treatment, Wang Yu was sure to survive with the Star God Immortal Body and the Shennong Hundred Herbs Classic.

Now, he can only do it once.

Host: Wang Yu

Yuanli:

Secondary Origin—Yin De: Two Hundred and Eight Silks

Cultivation: Bodybuilding, offering wine

Techniques: Xingyiquan (Dacheng), Qingyang Technique (Fifth Level)

Weapon: Tianzan Qinglu Sword·Canceg

Shuttle through all worlds:

With the remaining spiritual consciousness moving, the plus sign behind Qingyang Jue was touched.

One hundred and sixty lines of Yin De were used instantly.

Wang Yu, who was desperate, can only bet that the improvement of his strength can bring him a glimmer of hope.

The pseudo-harmony of man and nature brought about by one hundred and sixty traces of Yin De has made Wang Yu, who is already in a state of dying, clear-headed than ever before.

In his eyes, every level between the priest and the real person was like a window paper.

With a puff, he easily pierced the window paper.

Correspondingly, the thin spiritual energy in this world quickly poured into Wang Yu's broken body under the strong absorption of the sixth level of Qingyang Art.

With the filling of a large amount of spiritual energy, Wang Yu's body, which was originally like a rag, gradually began to look a little human.

But this change is getting slower and harder.

As the spiritual energy was swallowed, darkness began to cover the entire world.

...

Under the moonlight, two figures were stumbled between the mountain roads.

The two of them supported each other, but they were often tripped by the rugged mountain roads.

But even so, none of the two figures were clamoring.

Because, behind them, a figure covered in silver light was chasing them at the speed of a galloping horse.

If the figures covered in silver light were not flexible when they were running, they would only rush and rush all the way, and were often blocked by the trees in the mountains and forests.

It was impossible for the two people running ahead to run past it.

Looking at the tall monster chasing closer and closer behind him, one of the two figures was a little desperate: "Master, instead of being chased by the silver-armored corpse behind him like a stray dog, let's turn around and fight with it!

Although the trees in this mountain can also block the silver-armored corpse for a while, we will eventually be caught up with it.

Instead of being stabbed to death by the silver-armored corpse from behind, it is better to turn around and die with a little dignity.”

The man called Taoist priest did not agree with the suggestions of the people around us: "Long Yishi, don't give up. The silver armored corpse behind us is not something I have exhausted from magical instruments and talismans, and you can deal with naked hands and empty-handed ones.

Not far ahead is the ancestral courtyard of my Maoshan Sect. Although it has become a ruin due to the artillery fire from Xiaodongyang back then.

However, the rotten ship still has three kilograms of nails, and some resources in my Maoshan have not been destroyed by artillery fire.

Without magical tools and talismans to help me, I am indeed no match for the silver-armored corpse behind me.

However, once I get the talismans and magic weapons in the reserve resources, I may not be afraid of the silver-armored corpse.

Xiao Dongyang and I have a deep feud. If I can survive this time, I will definitely post a hero post to invite fellow Taoists to come out together to fight against dogs and Japanese pirates."

The Taoist priest beside him said that there was a backhand of the Dao Sect ahead, and the righteous man named Long didn't want to turn around and fight for his life.

He is not afraid of death, but he does not want to die worthless.

During the conversation, the two of them did not stop.

After several horses hang out, a piece of ruins filled with cannonball craters were imprinted into the sight of the two.

Seeing this ruin, the two of them ran even more vigorously, and after a moment they got into the ruins and disappeared.

The silver-armored corpse that followed the two of them rushed into the ruins without long.

In an inconspicuous cannonball crater in the ruins.

A middle-aged man wearing cloth strips was staring at the direction he came with his small eyes.

I was afraid that the silver figure would immediately rush into his sight.

Behind him, a short-haired Taoist priest, also wearing a cloth strip, was chanting a spell while walking on Yu Bu.

Listening to the rumbling sound of the silver-armored corpse not far away hitting the remains of the ruins, both of them couldn't help but feel nervous.

They had found one of the backup weapons left by the Maoshan Sect in this ruins. If they had died in the silver armored corpse because they could not take it out, they would probably die with their eyes open.

"Master, hurry up! The silver-armored corpse has been chasing me, just one hundred meters ahead of me."

Looking at the silver figure's rapid speed, Long Yishi felt that he was about to collapse.

When there was no hope just now, he could face death calmly.

But now, hope is right in front of him, but he is going to die in the stinky mouth of the silver-armored corpse. Is God playing with him?

At the speed of a silver-armored corpse as fast as a galloping horse, it was crossed by it in just a few seconds.

As the distance was approaching, Long Yishi could even smell the faint stench of the corpse on the silver-armored corpse.

Just when Long Yishi felt that he was about to die with his eyes, a big hand held his right arm from behind.

With a pull, when Long Yishi got up from his fall, the world had changed color.

The shell crater had already smelled the silver-armored corpses of the designated prey and suddenly plunged into the soil at the bottom of the shell crater.

After trying a lot of effort to pull his body out of the soil, he smelled the air where there was nothing here, and the silver-armored corpse exclaimed an unwilling roar.

It's gone, those two designated preys disappeared out of thin air?

Looking at the dim environment around him, Long Yishi was covered in mist.

Didn’t I just be in the shell crater?

Now that's it?

"This is one of the foundations of my Maoshan Mountain, a small world of blessed land.

Although it’s so dark here now, this small world had not yet declined three years ago, but the air was fresh and sunny.

At that time, my Maoshan was also very prosperous!"

Speaking of this, the middle-aged Taoist priest was full of sighs. Who would have thought that the first blessed land of the past became like this three years later?

Things are different and people are different. Everything is over!

I don’t know what Maoshan will become in the future? Will it disappear into the long river of history like Louguan and Quanzhen, or can you be lucky enough to capture the glimmer of vitality?

Compared to the Taoist priest's sigh, the righteous man surnamed Long suddenly realized: "Three years ago? When did the Sanqi change?

I remember that at the end of that year, after the Japanese pirates in the Eastern Ocean occupied the capital of Jinling, they swept around Jurong many times.

He even brought several artillery corps from the division to come here. It turned out that those artillery soldiers were here to bombard Maoshan?"

"Uncle Simu, is it true that Maoshan was bombarded by the Eastern Dog?"

"Yes, the reason why the artillery of the Japanese pirates from the East came to Jurong was to bombard Maoshan...Who is in the dark?"

When the Taoist priest heard someone's question, he was a little confused and subconsciously answered.

But halfway through the answer, he suddenly realized that Long Yishi would not call him uncle, is there anyone else in this little world of blessed land?

In the dark space, a thin figure staggered towards the guard of Long Yishi and the middle-aged Taoist priest with two handles.

Looking at the familiar face of the thin figure, the middle-aged Taoist priest gradually opened his mouth wide.

He was so excited that he wanted to say something, but his voice suddenly lost its voice.

"Master, I haven't seen you for many days."

"Wang...Wang Yu, are you not dead yet?"

Looking at the extremely excited Taoist Master Simu, looking at the ripped cloth strips on his body, thinking about the great deeds of Taoist Master Simu letting Jiale wear a piece of clothing for eight years, Wang Yu then lost the idea that the person in front of him was a fake.

After entering this world, Wang Yu barely used the method of improving his strength and suffocating his life, and then lost consciousness.

If it weren't for the sound of Taoist Simu and the people beside him who had just alarmed Wang Yu, he would probably have been sleeping unconsciously until he was decayed.

"How could you be in the small world of blessed land? Didn't you die with the eight snake monsters back then?"

Faced with Taoist Simu's doubts, Wang Yu could not say a single, two, three, and four, except for facing it with a wry smile.

The Wanjie Pearl can only rot in his stomach in this life. I can't talk about the Wanjie Pearl. So how could he break the space barrier from the void and come here, let alone it be.

Moreover, Wang Yu was also puzzled. He had clearly used a little Yuan power to activate the function of Shuttle through the Ten Thousand Worlds.

But why, he is still in Uncle Jiu’s world at this moment?
To be continued...