Treasures come and go in the green mountains, and the bones are buried in the mountains.

When Su Yan woke up, he had become a lowly mountaineer in Yuncang Town in the wild martial arts world. He walked in the mountains for his life, and it was difficult to get out. He just let the warriors be high above and did the same thing for thousands of years.

Some people open gold and split stones, while others are true spirits, transforming wild beasts to control the sky and the earth.

Some people are immortal for thousands of years, while others are like immortals on land, crossing the four seas and eight mountains at will.

It was originally a situation that could never be reversed, but fortunately I had a vicious insect cauldron.

A vicious insect cauldron, refining the strange insects of heaven and earth.

[Yinshui centipede] → [White bone poison centipede] → [Six-winged blood centipede] → [Bone-swallowing centipede king]...

Refining insects can be called respectable, practicing martial arts should be a saint.

"This is the insect king Su Yan, your world is good, can you let my giant spirit insect take a bite?"

The apocalypse is coming, and roommates offer sacrifices to heaven.

When the fog falls, the Book of Blood Spirit appears in the hands of all survivors, and only the contracted monsters can survive.

Su Han turned his attention to the mutated and twisted roommate next door, and silently took out a shiny fruit knife...

The ferocious flesh corpse, the giant spider with cracks, the eyeball covering the city, the palm monster with one eye and sharp teeth...

Civilization has fallen, cities are broken, and all humans have become meat in the mouths of monsters. If you want to survive, there is only one way:

Use monsters against monsters

Zhang Ziyu travels through the chaotic world, holding a monster ranch, raising monsters, and collecting monster materials.

"Ding, your jumping zombies are full and have produced a zombie essence blood."

"Ding, your licker is very satisfied with that fat pig and produced a source of power"

"Ding, the female ghost is very satisfied with your service, and has dropped a pure ghost energy."

"Ding, the tyrant is very satisfied with the blood food you provided, and dropped an equipment blueprint: Tyrant's Gloves"

Zhang Ziyu looked at the monsters raised in the mimic fences, and couldn't help thinking: "There is no way to make money from selling raw materials. It seems that we have to engage in reprocessing as a sideline business."