Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 30: Happy grudges

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Su Zimo walked out of the room.

Uncle Zheng noticed that Su Zimo looked wrong and quickly chased him out, saying in a low voice: "Second Young Master, don't be stupid and try to assassinate King Yan again. In the worst case, our Su family will go far away. The world is so big that there is no place for us to stay." .”

"Uncle Zheng, you are worrying too much. I never thought about assassinating King Yan." Su Zimo shook his head, his expression did not seem to be hypocritical.

Uncle Zheng nodded in disbelief, and then said: "We plan to move to the ghost village to hide for a while in the past few days. After all, there are 5,000 mysterious armored cavalry there, which can be safer. Second Young Master, you can come too. .”

"I have something else to do. I will go to the ghost village to meet you in a while."

Su Zimo changed the subject, pointed to Song Qi beside him and said, "This is Mr. Song Qi Song. He is here to protect the safety of the Su family. Uncle Zheng can discuss anything with him."

Uncle Zheng didn't think much about it, thinking that Song Qi was just a friend Su Zimo made.

Su Zimo turned around and left. As soon as he reached the door of Su Mansion, Song Qi chased after him.

"Master Su, are you really going to King Yan City?" Song Qi vaguely felt the murderous intention in Su Zimo's heart, so he asked this question.

Su Zimo kept walking without saying a word.

Song Qi chased after him again and said in a deep voice: "Master Su, I know that you are capable of killing Qi practitioners and that you are very powerful in close combat, but that is just fighting alone. Surrounded by a huge army, you can't get close at all. Qi Refiner, you have no chance!"

"Even if you can kill King Yan, can you escape from the heavily guarded city of King Yan?"

"The royal city's army, the elite imperial army, plus siege crossbows and other powerful weapons, coupled with the attacks of the Qi Practitioners, let alone you, even if the Dzogchen Qi Practitioners try to assassinate the king of a country, they will die without any chance of survival!"

"Okay!" Su Zimo turned around suddenly, his face gloomy.

Song Qi was startled.

Su Zimo said expressionlessly: "Your mission is to protect the Su family, don't worry about me!"

"But… "

Just as Song Qi was about to persuade him again, Su Zimo waved his hand to interrupt and said, "Brother will be left to you. I hope you can take good care of his health. As for the eldest brother's heart disease, I will help him cure it."

After saying that, Su Zimo spread out his plowing steps, ran wildly, and disappeared in front of Song Qi in the blink of an eye.

There is only one medicine that can cure Su Hong's heart disease, and that is King Yan's head!

Running on the streets of Pingyang Town, Su Zimo looked cold and felt a fire burning in his heart, getting stronger and stronger.

This flame can only be extinguished by the blood of the enemy!

After a while, Su Zimo returned home, pushed in the door, and walked directly to the practice field.

In the training ground, Dieyue was still sitting on the bluestone with an indifferent expression and glanced at Su Zimo lightly.

After not seeing each other for a year, Die Yue has not changed at all. It seems that time cannot bear to leave any trace on that beautiful face.

Su Zimo had originally thought of many scenarios for meeting, but... not this one.

"I'm leaving." Su Zimo lowered his head, not daring to look at Dieyue, and said softly.

"Oh?" Dieyue raised her eyebrows slightly.

"If I leave this time, I may... not be able to come back."

"Are you going to die?"

"So be it."

Wanting to enter the royal city and kill the king of a country, Su Zimo faced not one person, but a country, many Qi practitioners, and a cultivation sect.

A cultivation sect with foundation-building monks!

After going to Yanwang City, Su Zimo had no intention of coming back alive.

This farewell may be the farewell between the two of them.

Dieyue looked at Su Zimo, with a soft look in her eyes, and asked, "You know you are going to die, but you still want to go?"

Su Zimo remained silent.

Dieyue added: "Actually, you have a better choice. You can choose to endure it, continue to practice, and wait until you are strong enough."

A picture suddenly flashed before Su Zimo's eyes, and in a daze, he seemed to have returned to sixteen years ago.

He saw his father and mother died tragically under the knife.

He saw everyone in the Su family being brutally slaughtered, with rivers of blood and mountains of bones.

He saw his eldest brother protecting him and Xiao Ning, and frantically escaping from the royal city. Someone slashed his face with a knife, and his face was covered with blood without even realizing it.

In the end, Su Zimo's eyes were fixed on his elder brother's white hair, yellow cheeks, and empty eyes.

"What is the purpose of my practice?"

Su Zimo suddenly said something, as if he was asking Dieyue, and seemed to be talking to himself.

"I practice not to be patient. If I want to be patient, it doesn't matter if I kneel down when I face the bullying of Master Canglang a year ago. If I want to be patient, Zhou Dingyun comes to kill me, so why does it matter if I show weakness and beg for mercy?"

The next moment, Su Zimo raised his head suddenly, feeling a surge of blood, his eyes were red, and he said loudly: "Since I have injustice in my heart, I will wipe out the injustice! No matter if he is the king of a country or a cultivation sect, If you want to kill, kill quickly! It’s better to be violent for a while than to endure for a lifetime. What I, Su Zimo, want in my practice is to have clear thoughts and happy grudges!"

"good."

Dieyue nodded.

After one and a half years of training, Dieyue had never praised him. This was the first time Su Zimo heard this word from Dieyue.

"Remember what you said today, it is related to your future life, death and achievements." Dieyue said again, but Su Zimo couldn't understand it.

Dieyue's eyes flashed with a strange light, and then, a few more scriptures appeared in Su Zimo's mind.

"This is a verse from the Bone Forging Chapter. It is taken from the Demon King of the Divine Horse. The Divine Horse is fierce in nature, has the power of swift hooves, is strong and unforged, and its galloping momentum has extremely strong momentum and explosion."

"I'll teach you three more moves: the divine horse dismembers the body, the divine horse tramples it, and the divine horse passes through the gap. You should try to figure it out more along the way. If you have some understanding, you may be able to compete with a ten-level Dzogchen Qi practitioner."

Dieyue jumped down from the bluestone and started practicing her moves.

Su Zimo didn't blink and concentrated. He knew that this was probably his hope of killing King Yan and saving his life!

Soon, Dieyue practiced these three moves again, looked at Su Zimo and said: "Go ahead. I remind you that demon cultivators are the easiest to kill their opponents by leapfrogging. Although your current strength is far inferior to Zhu Brother Ji, but if you can get close, you still have a chance to kill him on the spot!"

Su Zimo nodded.

The power that a foundation-building monk can unleash by controlling a flying sword is far superior to that of a Qi practitioner, and his flexibility is also superior. He may also have other means of attacking and saving his life, which are enough to kill Su Zimo.

But this does not mean that foundation-building monks have no weaknesses. Although their bodies are stronger than Qi practitioners, they are still far inferior to Su Zimo.

If Su Zimo can find an opportunity to get close, he can complete the leapfrog kill!

It sounds simple, but in fact it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Su Zimo looked at Die Yue and no longer concealed the reluctance in his eyes. He smiled slightly and said, "Goodbye, Miss Die Yue."

Dieyue turned around, facing away from Su Zimo and waved her hand.

Su Zimo took a deep breath, walked out of the practice field, looked in the direction of King Yan's city, clenched his fists, and whispered: "King Yan, wash your neck, I, Su Zimo, am here!"