The day after the arrival of the Human Emperor's Palace, Su Zimo left Xuantian City.
He did not take Ye Ling with him, but chose to continue letting him stay with Xiao Ning to protect Xiao Ning's safety.
Although Xiao Ning has inherited the Danchi Sect and will be taken seriously if she joins the Danyang Sect, Su Zimo is still worried.
Only when Eidolon follows him will he feel slightly at ease.
After returning from Danchi Sect, Xiao Ning was extremely happy.
Because, in the inherited memory of the Danchi Sect, Xiao Ning finally found a pill that can increase lifespan - the Immortality Pill!
However, the Immortality Pill is a third-level elixir.
With Xiao Ning's current level of alchemy, it is impossible to refine it.
Before leaving, Xiao Ning smiled and said to Su Zimo: "Don't worry, I will definitely refine the longevity pill as soon as possible to extend my brother's life!"
To extend the life of her elder brother, this is the only reason for Xiao Ning to become an alchemist.
Recalling Xiao Ning's smile, Su Zimo was in a good mood and couldn't help but reveal a smile.
Su Zimo did not choose to go with anyone.
Because, from the moment he was about to take action to fight for the inheritance of the Human Emperor Palace, he had already planned to change his appearance and hide all his identity!
When the Human Emperor Palace arrives, Su Zimo has to face almost all the super sects on the Tianhuang Continent.
If a war breaks out and becomes bloody, it may be difficult to end it.
Moreover, Su Zimo had a desire in his heart.
Fight to your heart's content, don't have to cover up your demon cultivation, don't have to hide anything, have a hearty battle with many geniuses!
Since there is a possibility of demonization, Su Zimo must change his appearance.
Even if the major super sects settle accounts after the fall, no one can be found at all.
To ensure nothing goes wrong, Su Zimo would not use any means that might reveal his identity.
Speeding along the road, there was a crackling sound in Su Zimo's body, his muscles and bones rang together, his body became taller, and his flesh and blood swelled.
Even the facial features began to change!
In the blink of an eye, the original Su Zimo disappeared completely.
Instead, there was a tall man with a height of two meters and a burly build. He had a rough face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth. He no longer looked at all delicate.
Su Zimo condensed a spiritual mirror with his backhand and looked at it. He was extremely satisfied and grinned.
The original green shirt no longer fit this burly figure.
Su Zimo rummaged in the storage bag for a while, took out a piece of coarse linen clothes, put it on casually, opened his chest, looking bold and casual, informal.
Unless it was True Lord Nascent Soul, he spread out his spiritual consciousness to search Su Zimo's body.
Otherwise, you would not be able to see through the flaws in Su Zimo's appearance just with your eyesight!
This is an ancient battlefield, and there are at most some Jindan realm sealers. In other words, the chance of Su Zimo being exposed is zero!
Under the sky, the Human Emperor Palace is still slowly descending, exuding endless pressure.
The closer you get to the Human Emperor's Palace, the more obvious this feeling becomes.
If they want to compete for the inheritance of the Human Emperor Palace, everyone must rush to the area covered by the Human Emperor Palace, and the final fight will also take place in this area.
Su Zimo ran around day and night, almost without stopping.
Three days later, Su Zimo's ears twitched and he caught faint sounds of fighting coming from the southwest, mixed with some angry roars.
In the ancient battlefield, fighting is normal.
Not to mention a disagreement, even if they meet by chance, the other party may suddenly become angry!
This kind of thing is so common that Su Zimo doesn't want to pay attention to it.
But not long after walking, his expression changed, he frowned slightly, paused, raised his ears and listened carefully.
During the fight, he seemed to hear a familiar voice.
After a slight hesitation, Su Zimo changed direction and ran toward the battlefield in the southwest.
…
puff!
A huge head was cut off with a knife, and blood gushed out.
A seven-meridian foundation builder was full of spiritual power and controlled a long and narrow spiritual knife. He fought with four monks in a fierce battle.
There were several corpses lying on the ground, and their blood was still warm. It was obvious that they had just died not long ago.
Next to the battlefield, there was a pretty girl standing there, wearing a pink skirt and a veil, with a smile in her eyes, and she clapped her hands and said, "The Taoist friends are great, and another bad guy has died!"
"Don't worry, girl, I, Ding Hongxuan, will definitely protect you!"
On the battlefield, the seven-vein foundation-builder who fought against four turned his head and shouted to the girl in the pink skirt.
"Ding Hongxuan, are you crazy!"
Opposite, a man shouted loudly: "That is a witch behind you, don't be bewitched by her and lose yourself!"
"Senior Brother Ding, why should we fight among ourselves? It's not too late to restrain this peerless beauty first, and then enjoy it!" Another monk stopped Ding Hongxuan's spiritual knife and said breathlessly.
"Needless to say, she has been seduced by the witch and has completely lost her mind. Don't hesitate to kill me!" One of the older monks among the four said in a deep voice.
Hearing this sentence, the four of them were also ruthless characters, extremely decisive, and launched a series of killing moves, killing Ding Hongxuan on the spot!
The older monk turned around and walked towards the girl in the pink skirt. He smiled without hiding the **** in his eyes and said: "Witch, don't worry. When your whereabouts fall into my hands, I will definitely take pity on you, quack." !”
The girl in the pink skirt didn't back away, she stood there looking so pitiful, her eyes turned, tenderness was like water, passing over the faces of the four people, and she said in a weeping voice: "But, there is only one person in the slave family, and there are four of you. …”
"Is it?"
The older monk's eyes turned cold and he said coldly: "Then I will kill them all!"
The older monk was about to turn around when there was a pop, but suddenly a bright sword tip appeared on his chest, dripping with blood.
In an instant, the color on the older monk's face faded, and his eyes regained clarity, but it was too late.
"Senior Brother Liu, you still want to eat alone!"
Behind the older monk, a young monk was holding a long sword, his eyes full of madness, his face ferocious, and he said loudly: "This woman is mine, no one can steal it from me!"
"Crazy, you are really crazy!"
Another monk glared and said in a cold voice: "For the sake of a woman, you actually ignore the feelings of the same sect! In this case, I will clean up the door for the sect today!"
when! when! when!
puff! puff!
The remaining three monks were fighting together and had completely lost themselves.
Soon, the two of them fell in a pool of blood. It was not until they were about to die that they gradually recovered, but it was already too late.
The remaining one suffered a mental breakdown and committed suicide on the spot.
In the blink of an eye, the remaining four monks all died!
The girl in the pink skirt didn't even move a finger. She just watched with cold eyes from beginning to end, with a touch of mockery in her eyes.
This is the real sword-fighting!
"Amitabha."
Not far away, a call from the Buddha came.
"Female donor, your mind is so vicious. Sooner or later, you will fall into the eighteenth level of hell and suffer the consequences. If you put down your butcher knife now and take refuge in my Buddha, there may be a glimmer of hope!"