C742 A Faint Purple Mist a Towering Azure Tree

In the blink of an eye, Shen Jun had shredded the few True Immortal old monsters into minced meat, and his soul was also absorbed into the Wasteland Small World.

While admiring the progress of the system in his mind, Shen Jun spat on the ground.

Pui!

What a f*cking bad luck!

He had only brought back a green plant