The news of Su Zimo's appearance in the place of preaching quickly spread throughout the entire cultivation world.
Deep in a mountain bamboo forest, there is a simple wooden house.
"It's a pity that my brother Su, in order to establish martial arts and change the lives of the people in the world, has exhausted his life span!"
At the door of the wooden house, a man with a stern expression was leaning there, shaking his head slightly and sighing: "I don't know if this is worth it."
From the wooden house, a woman in white clothes came out, carrying a bowl of steaming soup and handed it to the man.
The man took it naturally.
The woman in white shirt sat next to the man, looked at the man's face, looked pitiful, and said somewhat reproachfully: "You are still talking about him, aren't you the same?"
"What's wrong with me?"
the man asked in surprise.
The woman in white shirt said: "You gave me the Nine-turn Resurrection Pill, but your own soul scar has not healed yet..."
After a short pause, the woman in white clothes pursed her lips and asked, "Is it worth it?"
"Ha ha!"
The man laughed, raised his head, drank the soup in the bowl, and said, "Of course it's worth it. Someone has been taking care of me all these years, and the sect won't come back!"
"you… "
The woman in the white shirt turned red, looked embarrassed and angry, and hit the man's shoulder gently.
But immediately, the woman in white clothes looked sad, and sighed softly, saying: "The injury of the soul is the most difficult to heal, and I don't know if there is any solution."
"It's better if you can't find it."
The man muttered.
"nonsense!"
The woman in white shirt frowned and said: "The injury to the soul cannot be healed, it is difficult for you to improve your cultivation, and your combat power is greatly reduced. How can this be done!"
"My soul's injury has healed, you should go back."
The man asked seemingly casually.
The woman in white shirt smiled, a soft color flashing in her eyes.
Unexpectedly, the man was worried about this.
She gently snuggled next to the man and murmured: "Don't worry, the so-called Immortal Sect and the people there have completely chilled me. I will never go back."
Bailianmen.
The Supreme Fire Power stood at the door of the hall, listening to the news from his disciples, and remained silent for a long time.
"Master, my condolences."
Chixing Taojun said: "Uncle Master, he left a martial arts inheritance. Even if he dies and passes away, it will be considered a good death and there will be no regrets."
The great power of extreme fire is silent.
Even though he had seen life and death, he still felt a burst of sadness in his heart when he heard the news that Su Zimo was about to die.
Dragon Tiger Pavilion.
"What!"
The leader of Longhu Pavilion stood up with a roar, his mind was agitated, his eyes were wide open, he stared at the disciples below, and asked in a deep voice: "Are you sure that Huangwu only has fifty years left to live?"
"Absolutely true!"
The Longhu Pavilion monk nodded and said: "It's not just me, many monks have discovered it outside the Three Tribulations Territory. It can't be wrong!"
"So, Huang Wu's life is not long?"
The leader of Longhu Pavilion slowly sat back, still looking a little suspicious.
Ever since the six powerful combined forces were annihilated more than ten years ago, the word "Huang Wu" has been frightening him all these years!
He was afraid that one day, Huang Wu would step into the Dharma Realm and come to kill him!
According to what the sect's supreme elder said, if Huang Wu steps into the Dharma Realm, no one in the sect will be able to resist him!
But now, only more than ten years later, the news that Huangwu's longevity was about to expire suddenly came, and the master of Longhu Pavilion couldn't believe it.
This enemy that made him restless and frightened was already dying
"metropolitan?"
The monk below pondered for a while and asked: "Could it be that Huang Wu knows some tricks to confuse us?"
"That's not necessary."
The leader of Longhu Pavilion shook his head in denial.
After a short pause, the leader of Longhu Pavilion continued: "However, Huangwu is not dead after all. He still has fifty years left to live! This means that he still has a chance to enter the Dharma Realm!"
"If he steps into the Dharma Realm and his lifespan increases to ten thousand years, he will come back to life!"
"This is impossible."
Next to the leader of the Longhu Pavilion, a sect elder shook his head and said: "Don't say that he only has fifty years of life left. Even if he has five hundred years of life left, it will be difficult for him to break through to the great realm."
"Having said that, I'm still worried."
The leader of the Longhu Pavilion narrowed his eyes and said in a solemn voice: "After all, he is Huang Wu, a Taoist Huang Wu! It is not surprising that anything happens to him!"
"what's your plan?"
The sect elder asked.
"Let's go find out more information and see what Huang Wu's next move is."
The leader of Longhu Pavilion said: "If there is a chance, kill him! After all, he still has fifty years of life left, so we can't give him any chance!"
"Sect Master, are you not afraid of offending the Mahayana ancestor behind him?"
The sect elder frowned and said: "At the beginning, the six combined powerful men surrounded and killed Huang Wu, and they were already at odds with them. Now that you take action again, I am afraid that there will be no room for maneuver between you and Huang Wu."
"snort!"
The leader of Longhu Pavilion sneered and said: "Elder Sun, you are too cowardly! My action this time is completely justified. Even the Mahayana ancestor behind Huangwu cannot vent his anger on me!"
"Huang Wu is still in the realm of returning to the virtual world. This time I will send the monks from the sect to the realm of returning to the virtual world to come and challenge him openly and honestly. This is not bullying the small!"
The sect elder shook his head and said nothing.
Although he was the elder of Longhu Pavilion, he secretly said something evil in his heart.
Huang Wu was indeed in the Return to the Void Realm, but he was already 4,950 years old. His lifespan was about to end, his energy and blood were declining, and he had almost no fighting power.
Now, I am afraid that any Taoist who returns to the void can kill him!
This is conspiracy!
"That Huang Wu is at the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley and has fifty years left to live. He probably won't come out again."
The elder of Longhu Pavilion shook his head and said: "I'm afraid even if you have this intention, you won't have a chance."
"I won't force this matter."
The leader of Longhu Pavilion waved his hand and said: "If there is no chance, forget it. I can't kill people at the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley."
…
Buried Dragon Valley bottom.
Su Zimo returned to this familiar courtyard.
The old monk Yuanbei was waiting there quietly early in the morning.
The two old men looked at each other.
Su Zimo suddenly laughed.
His condition looks a little worse than that of old monk Yuanbei!
This proves that at least the remaining life of old monk Yuanbei is more than fifty years.
Looking at Su Zimo's smile, the old monk Yuanbei couldn't laugh.
"You're tired, go and have a good sleep."
The old monk Yuanbei sighed softly.
"good."
Su Zimo nodded in agreement.
Over the years, he never had a break.
Even though he was exhausted from the deduction in the stone statue cemetery, he only took a short nap.
Now, back at the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley, he could finally have a good sleep.
Su Zimo walked into the hall and fell to the ground, sinking back and breathing steadily.
The old monk Yuanbei turned around and returned to the cemetery in the backyard.
The red-haired ghost grinned with a proud look on his face and said, "This is your destiny. This boy's Qinglian true form will be martyred, and from now on he will only be a member of my dragon clan!"