Manual Aura Resuscitation, the Start Leads To the Cultivator

Who will lead us down?

On televisions around the world and on the Internet, bombardment-style news reports appeared at this time.

"Visiting friends, from now on, please do your best to find the nearest air-raid shelter, or refuge facilities, underground garages, basements..."

"Visitor friends, please seek refuge. The shock wave reaches the earth, and the damage to us is not the greatest. According to experts, there will be countless meteorite swarms falling on the earth. Please find refuge in advance for everyone to hoard food."

"My friends in front of the TV. The first wave of meteorites will fall to the earth in twenty hours. Everyone, please protect yourself as much as possible. First protect yourself before trying to help others."

News, topics, and broadcasts spread all over the world.

At this moment, all human beings in the world are in absolute chaos.

All mortals are praying.

All the cultivators are trying their best to think of ways to protect their families.

China, in a certain community.

The family of three looked at the TV, and his father’s eyes gradually turned red:

"It's time to come, it's coming. But I shouldn't have any talent for cultivating immortals, and I haven't entered the Qi Refining Period until now."

As he said, the father hugged his three-year-old son tightly and whimpered: "Dad can't protect you."

It's not that he is so sad.

But because Mars was hit and exploded. That endless meteorite will be like shrapnel from a fragmentation grenade, flying to the earth in swarms.

In those days, just a small meteorite fell to the earth, making the dinosaurs extinct.

And now, a planet exploded. Then, how many world-destroying meteorites will appear?

How to contend?

The young mother also sobbed: "This is destined to be an elimination. Those who have no power will be screened in this elimination. We are likely to be the first to be eliminated."

It took half a year.

Everyone in the world has also accepted this setting.

If you want to leave the earth, everyone will go through layers of selection.

Only this time, it was not selected like a talent show. But nature began to select.

It's not about choosing a good person to make him better. Instead, choose a good person to live.

After a hundred years, any disaster may follow one after another during this one hundred years. You can think of layers of disasters as layers of filters.

It will screen out most of the creatures in this world and take them away in one wave.

Those who are lucky enough to survive can take a rocket and experience a long interstellar journey.

Elimination is no longer going on all the time!

And just when the family of three desperately prayed, hoping that the meteorite would not fall near their home.

The cultivator appeared!

Chivalrous bans with martial arts, in this era, it seems that it is not universal... It seems that in the face of life and death, everyone has begun to learn to give.

"Everyone in the Huatan community has come out to gather!"

"I'm from Huaxia Xiuxian University, and everyone came out and assembled."

"I'm instructed to come and protect you. Everyone, come out and gather immediately!"

Outside the community, the sound is rolling like thunder.

The father holding the child poked his head out and looked out the window. Amidst the heavy snow, a young man in a bearskin coat stood on the tip of a tree in the community with a sledgehammer made of alloy in his hand. Shouted in all directions:

"Hurry up, there is not much time left for us. Come out, everyone, I will take you to a safe place!"

Gradually, ordinary people rushed out of the buildings.

Most of them are elderly people who have lost their spiritual talents, as well as children.

"Help……"

"Save us."

"Thank you, thank you."

"A meteorite is coming soon, thank you!"

In the house, the father held the child in his arms tightly and yelled: "Pack your bags and get out. The cultivator is here to save us!"

Before long, the couple ran into the community with their children. At this time, there was three feet of snow on the ground, and one foot fell into the ankle.

The cultivator wearing a bearskin coat just stood on the top of the tree, looking at the thousands of residents gathered below, and shouted:

"What about the property? Where is the owner of the property?"

A woman in a suit quickly raised her hand: "I, I, I am the property!"

"My name is Zhang Zihan. Is your property right? What about the residents of the community? Roll the name and see if you missed anyone. Hurry up, time is tight, and the first wave of meteorites will come in eight hours. Hurry up!"

"Yes Yes!"

The woman from the property hurriedly returned to the office and took out the household information registration form, and shouted: "Is the owner Liu Dong on the first floor of Unit 1, here."

"in!!"

A middle-aged man quickly raised his hand to face the heavy snow.

"Are your family here together!"

"It's all here!"

"Is Wang Qiang the owner of the first floor..."

"in!"

"..."

The woman at the property kept thinking about it. In the end, there were too many people, and they simply became their own registration information.

For more than half an hour, the property said: "Zhang Zihan, everyone is here."

With a ‘pop’, Zhang Zihan lit a cigarette and took a sip: “Are there any old people or kids missing?”

"No!"

"Uh...huh?"

With that said, Zhang Zihan glared suddenly, looked at a young man carrying luggage in the crowd, and shouted:

"You, level 3 immortal cultivator during the Qi Refining Period. What are you doing hiding here? Come out!"

Everyone turned their heads and looked.

The young man was full of horror: "Ah, I, I..."

"Why didn't you report to the neighborhood committee on the third floor during your qi refining period? Why did you pretend to be an ordinary person here, say!"

With a loud roar, Zhang Zihan stretched out his hand angrily, and the young man was attracted by an invisible force: "No, no...I, I just woke up, I don't know."

Zhang Zihan scolded: "All immortal cultivators should go to the residence committee to register. Then the organization will arrange the scheduling work. When disaster is approaching, all immortal cultivators are obliged to help the people. You don't know, do you?"

"I... I... I don't want to die. I only practice the third level of Qi, I still have a chance, I still have a chance. I have a future, I will have a future for mankind. How powerful. I can't stop the meteorite. I can't stop the meteorite at all. I only practice the third level of Qi now!"

"Drafted it."

Zhang Zihan slapped the face and slapped the past: "Don't talk about the future with Laozi. We will go through a hundred years of calamity, and this is only the first year. The first generation is meant to sacrifice, don't you know it? I don’t know what kind of immortal you have cultivated? The first generation did not have to pave the way with their lives, how can more powerful immortals appear behind them?

The young man cried and wailed: "I...I..."

"dead!"

"No!!! Don't kill me, ooh, don't kill me. I still have a future, I have great use in the future, I have great use!"

Zhang Zihan didn't listen to his explanation at all, and stepped him in the snow. The sledgehammer that whipped up the alloy smashed it down.

With a bang, the young man's brain burst and he died tragically on the spot.

The whole community was silent.

The family members of the young man were crying, kneeling beside the corpse and crying, but did not dare to blame Zhang Zihan at all.

Zhang Zihan coldly snorted: "The Dao ancestors handed down the exercises for the sake of the strong to come out in large numbers. But after all, we are new to contact, and without any background and cultural experience, it is difficult to emerge the strong. The top ten have established rules and restrained the world. Globally. Open up a school for cultivating immortals. The first order handed down is: Anyone who cultivators must be ready to die at any time. I think that many of you will soon be in the Qi refining period. Don’t blame Lao Tzu for speaking ugly. The next time I found someone who broke through secretly, didn't do the registration, did evil, and wanted to be an ordinary person. Don't blame me for being ruthless, I will be the manager of this film in the future!

"Have you heard clearly!"

The residents of the community nodded silently. Dare not speak.

Zhang Zihan just waved his hand, and dozens of buses with snow chains drove outside the community:

"Come on, pedal in turn. Old people, children, pregnant women, and the disabled get in the car first. Young people get on behind, don't be crowded!"

The whole community is pedaling.

Dozens of buses started up and drove towards the mountainous area on the outskirts.

Just entered the mountain.

Everyone saw that there were already one bus after another here, as well as engineering vehicles one after another.

Outside the mountain, is a large tent.

After arriving at the place, Zhang Zihan yelled:

"You take all your ID cards. Go to the tent and wait first, don't leave, don't go far, have you heard?"

"I heard!"

Zhang Zihan nodded, shaking the soot and pointing to another tent: "There is hot water there. But don't take a bath, hot water is limited. We are digging a shelter for you, and I will be able to go in in about four or five hours. Let’s say it in advance. At that time, all luggage will not be allowed to take. It will take up too much space. Don’t be crowded when you go to the refuge, even if the meteorite falls on you, even if you’re smashed to death, don’t squeeze, listen. Has it arrived?"

"heard it!"

After speaking, Zhang Zihan turned and left.

Five hundred meters ahead.

At the foot of a big mountain.

Thousands of immortal cultivators took hoes and the like, rolled up their sleeves and worked here.

‘Boom—’

Down the mountain, there was a muffled noise.

There was a roar from the leader:

"The explosive has exploded, start cleaning the stones, hurry!"

Thousands of immortal cultivators, as well as Zhang Zihan who had just arrived, quickly picked up bamboo baskets and hoes and other tools. It disappeared into the spot in a swift smoke, and appeared in a cave at the foot of the mountain.

In an instant, thousands of immortal cultivators cleared out the rubble after blasting.

Someone yelled:

"Depth, eighty meters. There are no stones, there is soil underneath."

The leader frowned: "Not enough. Drive another fifty meters out!"

"Yes!"

"For those who have practiced qi above the fifth level, step forward!"

‘Wow--’

Hundreds of people stood up, and Zhang Zihan also took a step forward.

The technician pointed to the deep hole with a diameter of fifty to sixty meters, and shouted:

"under!"

"Yes!"

Hundreds of immortal cultivators did not hesitate, all of them turned into a blue smoke and disappeared instantly. Leading the tool, he jumped out of the eighty-meter-deep cave.

Just a moment. Someone yelled from below.

Then the rest of the immortal cultivators on the surface quickly threw down the bucket, and quickly filled a bucket of soil, and within a few seconds, it was lifted up and poured out. Then continue to lower the bucket.

The work of immortal cultivators is not only hundreds and thousands of times more than ordinary migrant workers. Even, much faster than the machine!

Thousands of immortal cultivators are here, saying that they are digging for shelters, and in ten minutes they dug the rock and soil under the mountain, and dug a big hole directly into the ground.

Buckets of dirt are pulled up.

Just ten minutes. The mound in the distance became as high as a mountain. Thousands of tons of soil were cleared out in ten minutes.

Under the shelter.

Zhang Zihan held a **** like a hot wheel, digging around for space.

He swung his **** so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye. I just saw the underground soil, which decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye. He didn't walk the wheel forward, but trot to **** the wheel forward.

Behind him, there were several immortal cultivators, following him all the way, holding a dustpan, holding a wooden bucket, and went out to send dirt.

In ten minutes, Zhang Zihan was sweating like rain, and he excavated thousands of square meters by himself, and an underground space with a height of three meters came out!

This is the speed of the cultivator!

At that time, Zhou Xianfu's wish was that everyone was like a dragon.

Now, almost...

at the same time.

Magic City, Xiuxian University.

More than 50,000 students above the third floor of the Qi Refining Period stood upright on the playground, holding their breaths.

On the stage, the direct disciple Yu Lianzhou accepted last year, and this year's Demon Capital Xiuxian University President, who was in the base-building period, stood on the podium and said loudly:

"Every day, there are countless scientists going to study Dao Ancestor's supreme qi content. Constantly sum up experience and discover the fastest way to cultivate immortality, so that you can learn."

"Every day, there are countless biologists all over the world studying the corpse of the son of heaven. The reason why her blood can evolve creatures is solved, and then in January this year, the first pill was launched. In just March, the first pill was launched. Two elixirs."

"Every day, there are somatosensory experts who look for places with the most aura and open up training places."

"The country invests huge sums of money every day in cultivation and in the aerospace industry. The whole world is working hard for these two routes. Countless people all over the world are working hard, hoping that the first generation of immortal cultivators will become stronger and change. Be stronger. Tell me, why is this?"

Below, tens of thousands of people roared in unison:

"Cultivating immortals for the rise of mankind!!"

The principal pointed to the sky: "The meteorite has hit Mars. Not long after, the first shock wave will reach the earth. The news is simple, so as not to cause panic. But is it really that easy? You and I know it. Gu Ming. Under this first shock wave, how many people will die and how many will survive? This is an unknown number. But let more people live, because they will all become immortal cultivators in the future. Will continue to work for all mankind. Right?"

"Correct!"

The principal pointed to a banner on a teaching building behind him: "This school has only been established for half a year, and its background is not strong. However, the mission was established on the first day of establishment. You applied for this school, and on the first day you entered the school, you were all there. An oath was made in front of the statue of Daozu. There are slogans like this everywhere in the school. Tell me aloud, the motto of Modu Xiuxian University!"

Tens of thousands of young people roared hoarsely:

"I voluntarily become a cultivator, not to live with the sky, not to be rich in the world."

"I voluntarily become a cultivator, and I will be ready to sacrifice at any time."

"I voluntarily become a cultivator, and I will dedicate my life and work hard to preserve the dream of human fire!"

"Sacrifice the first three generations. Give back to the earth with blood, and pave the way with corpses to pave the way for the eternal life, and keep the fire forever!"

The principal yelled:

"Children. You are young bodies, but in the eyes of future generations, you will be ancient pioneers. The first meteorite swarm will eventually land on this soil. Go home!"

"Return to their respective household registration locations at the fastest speed in your life. Block this first natural disaster for the local villagers and elders. I would like to contribute to Dao Zuwei and block a calamity for the mortals in the world. I don't know if you are going to return again. There are a few people left here. For half a year, I will not allow any of you to drink. Today...to everyone, full of wine!"

Hundreds of teachers solemnly carried strong liquor, and handed them out bowl by bowl.

The principal held up a bowl of liquor and drank it all:

"Go back. With your body, don't let a meteorite fall to the ground. If it's done, I hope everyone in the world is like a dragon!"

Tens of thousands of young students drank it in one fell swoop. Drink in unison:

"May everyone in the world be like a dragon!"

With a sound of falling, tens of thousands of people bowed deeply to the podium.

Then turned around and bowed to a huge statue of Zhou Xianfu in the playground.

‘Shoo, hoo--’

There is no pause.

Tens of thousands of immortal cultivators turned into streamers. Disappeared in this city.

In the entire magic capital, the sound of breaking through the sky one after another!

Some people walked along the waves, all the way up the Huangpu River upstream.

Someone walked away from the sky, stepped on the tip of the cloud and turned into a shocking horse and went home.

Someone is going far away on the endless traffic road at a speed that mortals cannot perceive.

Someone ran on the top of the skyscraper, heading to their hometown to die.

Tens of thousands of people just left the city in an instant...

Zhou Xianfu left the technique, and then it became a permanent freeze. This is unfortunate.

But fortunately, there were still ten powerhouses left, who quickly responded and rebuilt the order of the immortal cultivators for the world.

This generation of immortal cultivators is the most miserable generation. They have no experience, so they can only constantly explore the experience on the way to practice. Some of them will cultivate to the point where they become devastated and die, so some people have registered why they become devastated, and they are summed up as taboos and passed on to future generations. Some of them only aim for a quick success, and may stop at the condensing period throughout their lives, but no one cares, because they know that the fate of the first generation is to create conditions for the second generation.

They flowed blood into a river!

They spread the corpse all over the field!

They will be the weakest generation of immortal cultivators ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ they don't care.

Because they will hold up a piece of sky for future generations, stand here, upright. Before the sky falls, let people who are still weak grow up quickly...

They will become absolutely loud!

They will sing praises for generations to come.

They are miserable, and they will sacrifice their lives at any time.

But the seven billion people in the world are still moths to the fire, willing to be them.

The most successful program of the last strong man did not lie in how many cultivators were attracted.

But the sentence: "Sword to the sky!"

It eliminates the last timidity in people's hearts. If a person is not afraid of death, he will be close to invincibility.

If a race, seven billion people are not afraid of death. Then this race will be close to invincibility!