Looking at the body of the gold-eating Gu, Su Zimo pondered for a moment, waved his sleeves, and put it away.
Although the gold-eating Gu died and his energy and blood were lost, his physical body was still extremely powerful.
Like the pair of front claws of the gold-eating Gu, even if they don't need to be sacrificed, they are still rare magical weapons!
A month passed.
The miasma in this area has dissipated.
Most of them were burned to death by the fire of Samadhi Dao. Ten thousand poisons are a thing of the past, and there will no longer be the plague of poisonous insects in the Northern Territory.
Su Zimo and Ye Ling set out on their way home.
Regarding the taboos mentioned by the gold-eating Gu, although Su Zimo had a lot of curiosity and confusion in his heart, he did not take the initiative to ask.
He respects Eidolon.
If Ye Ling didn't tell him, he wouldn't take the initiative to ask.
It didn't take long for Ye Ling to choose to take the initiative to bring up the matter.
"Actually, my memory is also somewhat incomplete."
Ye Ling hesitated for a moment and said: "But I know that in the ancient times, the genocide of my race was closely related to the nine ancient races!"
"When I see the Rakshasa clan, the God clan, or the Witch clan, hatred and murderous intent will arise in the depths of my memory!"
"This is the hatred of annihilating a race and genocide!"
Ye Ling's eyes were cold and his tone was solemn.
When he mentioned the Rakshasa Clan, the God Clan, and the Witch Clan, he exuded murderous intent, and even Su Zimo felt a palpitation in his heart!
But as he got closer, Ye Ling's eyes showed a touch of sadness, and he murmured softly: "I can feel that my people are all dead. My father and mother are also dead."
"I don't have a single clan member in this world."
Eidolon's loneliness may be difficult for others to understand.
Su Zimo couldn't imagine what a desolate scene it would be if he was the only human race left in the Wilderness Continent.
I'm afraid, he simply can't bear it and will collapse completely.
Ye Ling has always been indifferent to others, and it is rare to see such complex emotions in him.
Su Zimo patted his shoulder and comforted softly: "Perhaps, there are no blood-connected clan members around you, but you still have us, and brothers like Monkey and Spirit Tiger!"
"yes."
Ye Ling nodded and said: "I still have you, so I don't dare to expose my race or show my identity to others. My enemies are the Rakshasa tribe, the God tribe, the Witch tribe, and there may be more. I… "
Ye Ling did not continue.
But Su Zimo could tell that Ye Ling was worried about hurting them.
"We are sworn brothers."
Su Zimo's eyes were firm and he said with a smile: "Don't say that your biggest enemies are the Rakshasa clan, the God clan, and the Witch clan. Even if you face the nine ancient clans, we will stand by your side!"
"Even if the whole world is your enemy, we will fight side by side with you!"
Ye Ling clenched his fists, pursed his lips, and nodded heavily.
Over the years, although he became sworn brothers with Su Zimo and others, he was worried about gains and losses and was mentally depressed.
He likes to stay with Su Zimo and others.
But he was worried that he would bring disaster to these brothers!
After untying the knot in his heart, Ye Ling became much more energetic.
After solving the problem of the poisonous insects, the two of them headed towards Da Zhou, chatting and laughing, but there was no need to worry.
a month ago.
The Northern Territory has been plagued by witchcraft and has become lifeless. The remains of corpses poisoned by the poison can be seen everywhere.
But now, as the two of them traveled along the way, they could clearly feel that the land of the Northern Territory was gradually regaining its vitality and vitality!
Everything is starting to get better.
When passing through a city, the two even bumped into a cultivator from the Great Zhou Dynasty who came to cast rain and bring down the sweet rain to resolve the disaster caused by witchcraft.
"It's my fault Xiao Ning this time."
Seeing this scene, a smile appeared on Su Zimo's face unconsciously.
"Um."
Ye Ling nodded and said, "Xiao Ning has saved many people over the years."
"oh?"
Su Zimo looked sideways slightly, curious in his heart, and asked: "By the way, I still don't know, how did you get here in the past hundred years?"
They haven't seen each other for more than a hundred years since they parted ways in Vientiane City.
Over the years, Xiao Ning has never returned to Zhongzhou.
So much so that at the Qianhe Tea Party ten years ago, Su Zimo reunited with Little Fatty, Leng Rou and others, but did not see Xiao Ning and Ye Ling.
Ye Ling said: "She has been saving people."
"Rescue?"
Su Zimo was slightly startled.
Ye Ling said: "She paid homage to Su Hong, and after leaving Pingyang Town, she walked across the land of the Northern Territory. Every time she passed through a place, she would stop temporarily and try her best to treat the patients there."
"As a disciple of the Danyang Sect, and having received the inheritance from the Danchi Sect, she naturally has no difficulty in curing mortals."
"This rescue took more than a hundred years. Over the years, we don't know how many places we have traveled, and we don't know how many mortals she has saved. We have lost count."
Ye Ling talked about these things in a calm tone.
But when Su Zimo heard it, he felt distressed.
Su Hong's death had a greater impact on Xiao Ning than he imagined!
Xiao Ning failed to save Su Hong in time, and was not even with Su Hong before he died. This kind of regret made Xiao Ning unable to let go.
Xiao Ning has been saving people for a hundred years.
This is also her own redemption.
Those mortals saved by Xiao Ning are actually the epitome of Su Hong!
Xiao Ning is using this method to make up for the regrets in her heart.
Su Hong's death had a great impact not only on Xiao Ning, but also on Su Zimo.
To be precise, the reason why Su Zimo wanted to establish a Tao so that all living beings can practice and become immortals was because he saw Su Hong getting old and there was nothing he could do!
Su Zimo never thought about saving the common people.
He just wants the people around him to live well.
If possible, he also wants to give all sentient beings a chance.
An opportunity that can change your destiny!
Finally, Ye Ling smiled, with a hint of admiration on his face, and said: "In the world of cultivation, your reputation as Huang Wu may be a prominent factor. But among the mortals in the Northern Territory, Xiao Ning is more famous than you." too much."
"Fortunately, Xiao Ning took action against the witchcraft this time. Otherwise, I don't know how much disaster it would have caused."
Su Zimo also sighed with emotion.
If there really is merit in this world.
This is the supreme merit!
It is said in Buddhist scriptures that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.
Xiao Ning’s merits are immeasurable!
At this moment, a huge ancient city appeared in front.
In the city, there was a lot of traffic and people, and it was very lively.
In a corner of the city, a group of people were gathered around. In the middle was an old man with a Confucian crown and a long gown, with a rosy complexion, leaning on the back of a chair.
The old man pressed the gavel with his left hand and shook the folding fan with his right hand, pointing out the country and the mountains, and his words were eloquent. The mortals around him were fascinated and fascinated.
Su Zimo's eyes turned and fell on the old man, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh.