"Um?"
Su Zimo looked around.
This voice was too soft, as thin as a mosquito.
If he didn't have strong ears, he might not be able to detect it.
Su Zimo's eyes fell on a female cultivator in the crowd.
This female cultivator was disheveled and curled up into a ball, hiding in the crowd. Her eyes had a little more vitality and vitality than others.
"Who are you… "
Su Zimo's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was recalling something, and asked tentatively: "Tang Shiyun?"
Hearing the name, the female nun nodded repeatedly.
The female cultivator haphazardly wiped away the dirt on her face, revealing her facial features. Although they were still dirty, they could already be recognized.
"It's really you!"
Su Zimo was a little surprised.
Unexpectedly, I could actually see an old friend among this Nan Dou sect.
Tang Shiyun stood up and seemed to want to walk towards Su Zimo, but she was a little afraid and hesitated.
"Come here, I won't hurt you."
Su Zimo nodded.
After hearing these words, Tang Shiyun mustered up the courage and walked out of the crowd.
The number one beauty of the Nan Dou Sect back then was no longer beautiful now.
When the two met for the first time in the ancient battlefield, they were both in the Golden Core realm.
But now, Su Zimo has entered the realm of integration and has become an omnipotent power.
The cultivation level of Tang Shiyun is only at the Nascent Soul realm.
The gap between the two sides has become wider and wider.
In the ancient battlefield back then, there were hundreds of thousands of geniuses. How many of them could really catch up with Su Zimo
"Ten years ago, did you ever meet a monk from the Randen Temple?"
Su Zimo looked at Tang Shiyun and asked in a deep voice.
Tang Shiyun recalled it and asked, "Does this monk look young and is he holding a green lantern in his hand?"
"right!"
Su Zimo's eyes lit up and he asked: "Where is he? Is he still alive?"
When he was at the place where he preached, Mingzhen appeared and fought alongside him. His magical weapon was a green lantern!
"Ten years ago, thanks to this monk, some monks from our Nandou sect escaped."
Tang Shiyun sighed slightly and said: "It's just that this monk didn't have enough cultivation. He still couldn't defeat the young master of the Blood Vine Tribe and was suppressed by him. After so many years, he must have... died long ago."
Su Zimo clenched his fist slightly and looked cold.
"Su Dao...Senior Su, are you here to save us?"
Tang Shiyun realized that the gap between the two sides was too big, and it was no longer appropriate to call fellow Taoist again, so she quickly changed her words and asked with some anxiety.
"Um."
Su Zimo nodded, took out some elixirs and put them in a storage bag, handed them to Tang Shiyun, and said, "Divide these elixirs and get out of here as soon as possible!"
Tang Shiyun's hands trembled as she took the storage bag, tears streaming down her face in an instant.
However, the other monks still looked numb, staring at this scene in a daze, without any joy at seeing the light of day again.
"these people… "
Su Zimo looked at the expressions of these monks, and felt a sense of sadness in his heart.
Tang Shiyun smiled bitterly and said: "Ten years ago, the Blood Vine Tribe attacked this place, and the leader of my Nan Dou Sect died in the battle, losing three great masters and one half-ancestor."
"But we couldn't resist the conquest of the Blood Vine Clan army. In less than a day, the entire Nandou Sect fell under the control of the Blood Vine Clan."
"Except for the hundreds of people who escaped with the help of the monk, the other hundreds of thousands of sect disciples were all treated like animals by the Blood Vine Tribe and kept in captivity just so they could eat fresh blood food."
"Over the years, the Blood Vine Clan has locked us here and blocked our magic power. We can't even exterminate ourselves!"
Hearing this, Su Zimo's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Tang Shiyun said sadly: "For the past ten years, the Blood Vine Tribe has eaten hundreds of monks from the South Dou Sect every day. No matter how we beg and struggle, it is to no avail. We can only watch the number of fellow sects around us decrease little by little. "
"That's hundreds of thousands of fellow disciples! Now, there are only more than ten thousand of us left!"
Tang Shiyun couldn't hold it any longer, so she broke down and cried loudly.
When these monks open their eyes every day, they don't know whether they will survive today or whether they will be eaten as blood food.
"Initially, we had a glimmer of hope."
Tang Shiyun's face was covered with tears and she said with a sad smile: "After all, hundreds of fellow sects have escaped. They will go to other super sects to ask for help. Maybe there will be strong human beings to rescue us from the sea of suffering."
"But we waited and waited, one year, two years, five years...no one came."
"We finally gave up."
Su Zimo was silent.
He clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles were extremely pale!
Even if the monks of the Nandou Sect go out to ask for help, no sect force will rush over to rescue them from the sea of suffering.
Who would provoke such a powerful enemy as the Blood Vine Clan because of some monks for no reason
The human race has lived a comfortable life for too long.
It has long lost the vigor, the edge, the iron-blooded pride of daring to fight against the evil clan, and the unyielding iron bones of the ancient times!
The sages of the human race in ancient times, whether they were low-level monks or powerful ancestors, were all righteous and sincere. If they saw today's scene, they would probably shed tears of sadness and cry blood from their spines!
Most of today's cultivators have even forgotten the sufferings that the human race has experienced in the ancient times!
We have forgotten that in the ancient war, the ancestors fell, the emperors shed blood, and countless strong men of the human race fought hard, in exchange for the eternal prosperity and peace of the human race!
Even a super sect like Randen Temple, one of the six major Buddhist sects, is trying to protect itself. Who will stand up to save the people of the Nandou Sect
"I came a little late."
Su Zimo looked at the people of the Nandou Sect and said slowly: "But don't worry, everyone, as long as I, Huangwu, am here to guard you today, no one will be able to harm you!"
Except for a few people, a glimmer of hope was rekindled in their eyes, while the rest were still lifeless and numb.
"Fellow Taoists, he is Huang Wu Dao Lord, who is famous all over the world and founded martial arts!"
Tang Shiyun was trapped here, and her understanding of Su Zimo was still based on some rumors she had heard before.
She didn't know that Su Zimo was already a powerful combination.
"In Wanxiang City, he was the one who suppressed the Rakshasa and God tribes and saved the genius of the human race! Now that Lord Huangwu Dao is here, we have hope of escaping alive!"
Tang Shiyun looked at everyone in the Nandou Sect, took out the elixir from the storage bag, and handed it to the monks while speaking.
Most people are indifferent.
"What's the use of Dharma Prime Minister? The half-ancestors are all dead! They're all dead! Hahahahaha!" A monk laughed crazily.
Su Zimo looked sad.
Although these people are still alive, they are no different from dead people.
"Please kill me, Mr. Huangwu Dao, and give me pleasure. This is the greatest relief for me." A monk kowtowed to Su Zimo and begged in a low voice.
"Please allow me to wait for death, Lord Huangwu Dao!"
A large number of monks knelt down.
Looking at this scene, Su Zimo's eyes were red, and there was anger and sadness in his heart. He had nowhere to vent it, and finally looked up to the sky and screamed!
"Blood Vine Clan, I want you... to pay with blood!"