The End of the World: the Whole Village Has Become Immortals, and You Came to Ask for Help

The plot content is being overhauled... On the seventh day, a global virus breaks out, zombies are rampant, cities fall, and humanity is almost gone. Lu Chen stood on the roof, watching the fire outside the mountain soaring into the sky. Then I lowered my head and found my own yard - green bamboo forest, chickens running around, and fresh air. The meteorite was lying at his feet. "Three thousand years... I finally waited for carbon-based life... Although my qualifications are not as good as those of a pig... I have no choice!" Lu Chen:? ? ? Three months later, the first group of survivors fled to the entrance of the village and knelt. ——Where is the promised end of the world? Why is everyone in your village so glowing? What are you growing in the fields? What are those things flying in the sky? Lu Chen squatted on the hillside behind the house, gnawing on the chicken legs and looking at the newly hung sign in the village: "Qingshi Xiuxian Village, tourists stop." Later, the country came, the army came, the industrialization of cultivation started, and psychic mechas went to heaven. Later, the alien main fleet arrived. Lu Chen stood on the hillside and raised his hand. Behind him, eight million monks raised their hands at the same time. —— While others are running for their lives in the apocalypse, I am farming in my hometown. When they escaped to the village entrance, they found that the whole village was flying.