Su Zimo looked at Nangong Sheng, who was frightened to death, and was stunned for a moment.
"My Taoist name is already so scary?"
Su Zimo smiled mockingly.
You know, after the battle of Tiandi Valley, the four words "Wild Martial Dao Lord" have almost become a taboo!
The monks on Tianhuang Continent are all talking about it.
That battle was too brutal.
Although Lord Huangwu Dao was eventually exiled by the Half-Ancestor, there were too many combined powerful men who died in the Valley of Heaven and Earth. Over the years, except for the catastrophe in the Northern Territory ten thousand years ago, no other battle could compare with this battle!
If the strong men of the fierce clan had not been present, if the half-ancestor had not arrived, all the strong men of the major super sects would have been suppressed by Huang Wu!
Although the three major families were not involved, many news came and the cultivation world in the Southern Territory was still greatly shocked.
Nangong Sheng is considered a figure near Beiming Town.
But he is just Nascent Soul Lord.
He was already frightened by Su Zimo's methods. He was so frightened that he almost collapsed. But when he suddenly heard the word "Wild Martial", he was immediately shaken out of his mind and his body died.
Su Zimo took off the storage bags of the three people and stuffed them into his arms. Then, he carried the bodies of the three people and threw them into the nearest jungle.
At this time, the night was dark.
In the jungle, birds and animals roamed rampant, roars came and went, and jungle killings were taking place in every corner.
If the bodies of these three Nascent Soul Lords are thrown in, they will be divided and eaten by monsters in a short time.
After doing this, Su Zimo clapped his hands, turned around and left, returning to Beiming Town.
Bei Mingxue was still breathing in the room, and she didn't notice anything from the beginning to the end.
She didn't know it yet, but just now, someone helped her resolve a life-and-death disaster!
Su Zimo smiled lightly, returned to the room, closed his eyes and rested.
He had no intention of telling Bei Mingxue about this.
In Su Zimo's eyes, those three Nascent Soul Lords were as insignificant as ants, and this matter could only be done with a little effort.
Early the next morning, Bei Mingxue prepared breakfast and sent it to Su Zimo's room.
Su Zimo casually took out the three storage bags from last night, handed them to Bei Mingxue, and said, "Take them, I won't use them."
"This is… "
Bei Mingxue took the three storage bags, glanced at them, and felt shocked.
"Is this the storage bag of True Lord Nascent Soul?"
Bei Mingxue asked tentatively.
"right."
Su Zimo said.
Bei Mingxue asked again: "Where did Mr. Su get it?"
"I picked it up when I went out last night."
Su Zimo said lightly.
Bei Mingxue pursed her lips and did not continue to ask.
In fact, there is a subtle and unique little logo on these three storage bags, which is difficult to notice unless you look carefully.
But Bei Mingxue is a member of the Bei Ming clan after all, so she is naturally very familiar with this symbol.
If she saw it correctly, the logos on these three storage bags all came from the Nangong family!
This is the storage bag of the three Nascent Soul Sovereigns of the Nangong family!
Although Su Zimo spoke calmly, Bei Mingxue felt a trace of blood in that calm tone!
Bei Mingxue was smart and did not continue to ask.
She put the three storage bags into her own storage bag.
There is a divine consciousness restriction on the storage bag of Nascent Soul True Monarch, and she cannot erase it due to her insufficient cultivation level.
She has to wait until she develops her soul.
"There's still more than a year before the big family competition."
Su Zimo asked casually.
"Um."
Bei Mingxue nodded.
Su Zimo raised his head, looked at Bei Mingxue, and asked, "Do you want revenge?"
Bei Mingxue lowered her head slightly.
After a long silence, she slowly said: "I want to."
Su Zimo could see that there was a hint of sadness in the girl's eyebrows.
The Beiming Family has long since declined. Compared with the Dongfang Family, they are like ants facing a divine elephant.
Bei Mingxue and Dongfang Zhi also have a huge disparity in status.
Dongfang Zhi is high above, like a princess.
And she was just a humble mortal struggling in the world of mortals.
Even though she has cultivated the Qi and Blood Golden Pill and her fighting power is far better than before, she still cannot escape her current fate.
Her life and death still depend on the Dongfang family's thoughts.
"Go and practice. You have just cultivated the Qi and Blood Golden Pill. Don't slack off."
Su Zimo smiled and said: "The last three changes of the nine changes in martial arts are the essence of the "Martial Arts". If you can practice to the last change, you can suppress the three changes in the family competition a year later. All the geniuses of the younger generation of the great family!"
Bei Mingxue nodded heavily.
In fact, she still felt a little bitter in her heart.
Even though her fighting prowess is incredible, it is impossible to offend the geniuses of the three great families.
She was fine, but she might have died.
But she was worried about causing trouble for her younger brother and the Beiming clan.
There are still many constraints and fetters in her heart.
Yesterday, Nangong Yu was let go because of various fears.
People are in the world, and they can't help themselves. It's not that easy to want to be happy and grudge!
Su Zimo could naturally see the worries in Bei Mingxue's heart.
But he didn't say much.
Over the years, he has been dormant here, living in seclusion, almost never making a move, and never revealing his identity, just to give Bei Mingxue enough time and enough space to grow.
Once his identity is exposed, there will be endless trouble.
By then, he will be too busy taking care of himself that he may not have the time or energy to preach to Bei Mingxue.
But Su Zimo is dormant and motionless, which proves that he can't move!
Today, Su Zimo is like a real dragon pretending to be sleeping, silent and motionless, everything is calm.
Once the real dragon opens its eyes, it will be shocking!
"Aristocratic family competition..."
Su Zimo squinted his eyes and murmured softly.
…
Ten days later, Nangong Mansion.
In the meeting hall, Nangong Yu was sitting in the middle, looking shocked and uncertain. There were several bloody clothes piled at his feet, and there was a hint of panic in the depths of his eyes.
Several old men were sitting at the bottom, their faces gloomy.
"So, Master and the three of them are already dead?"
An old man asked with a frown.
Nangong Yu nodded, pointed to the bloody robe at his feet, and said, "That's right, dad was wearing this Taoist robe before he left."
An old man looked confused and said: "I went to the jungle and saw that the spirit demon with the highest cultivation level is the golden elixir realm. Why did the master and the others die there?"
"Is there some powerful demon hiding in it that wants to kill me?" Another old man said.
"impossible!"
Nangong Yu shook his head and gritted his teeth and said, "What a coincidence. My father went to Beiming Town and something happened!"
"You mean there are some powerful people in Beiming Town?"
An old man frowned and said: "Now, the one with the highest cultivation level of the Beiming clan, their clan leader, the Nascent Soul Lord, doesn't have much life left, and his combat power is not as good as mine. How could he be the master's?" opponent?"
"not him."
Nangong Yu shook his head, and a sickly blue figure flashed in his mind. His heart trembled, and he murmured softly: "Could it be him?"