Knowing that the Daqian ruins were not a good place, Su Zimo did not dare to be careless and slowly landed on the edge, looking around before moving forward.
Even such a prosperous imperial capital now only has some ruins left and has been reduced to ruins.
Walking on the dust and rubble, Su Zimo felt emotional.
Cultivation of immortality, cultivation of immortality, most monks, the way they practice and the way they seek is nothing more than the word "immortality".
But who can withstand the power of time
In ancient times, emperors stood side by side, and there were countless powerful ancestors. But now, they have all passed away, leaving only legends.
Su Zimo didn't know much about the ruins of Daqian, and he didn't dare to walk too fast. With his ears twitching and his eyes piercing, he used the method of seeing from the sky and hearing from the earth to feel the movement around him.
Along the way, I encountered some monks, including many Qi practitioners and Foundation-building monks.
These monks were extremely cautious and careful. After seeing Su Zimo, they looked fearful and hurriedly hid far away and took a detour.
In this ruins, in addition to the danger itself, killing people and seizing treasures is naturally very common!
In the blink of an eye, an hour passed.
Su Zimo found nothing in the ruins. He only found some broken spiritual weapon fragments buried in the gravel and threw them away.
Of course, there was no danger.
It was late at night, the moon was bright, the surroundings were quiet and eerie.
"strangeness."
Su Zimo frowned secretly.
"ah!"
At this moment, a scream came from not far away, and it was so shrill and piercing!
Su Zimo's heart trembled, and after thinking for a while, he decided to go and have a look.
If he knows the source of danger, he can also be somewhat prepared.
Su Zimo's figure flashed and he galloped towards the source of the sound.
Not long after, I saw a Qi practitioner standing in front of him, with his back to Su Zimo. There was an obvious aura of life, but he was motionless.
Several monks stood watching from a distance, not daring to get close, with incomprehensible horror in their eyes.
Su Zimo coughed lightly and raised his voice: "This fellow Taoist?"
When the Qi practitioner in front heard Su Zimo's voice, he moved and slowly turned back.
Su Zimo was shocked when he saw this person's appearance.
This man's face was black, his lips were purple, and his pale face looked particularly terrifying under the moonlight. He smiled at him with a strange and sinister smile.
Seeing this smile, all the hairs on Su Zimo's body stood up.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie!"
The man let out a weird laugh, grinned, opened his arms, and rushed towards him.
After a second thought, Su Zimo quickly calmed down.
If he is new to the world of cultivation, he may still be a little frightened when faced with this situation.
But now that he is a real Jin Dan, even if he has never encountered such a situation, he can still guess it!
Facing the oncoming qigong practitioner, Su Zimo did not dodge, stretched out his palm, and without using any force, landed directly on the man's forehead, patted him lightly, and shouted softly:
"You monsters dare to harm people, get out of here!"
"ah!"
A scream came from the Qi practitioner's body.
A ghost floated out from the Qi Practitioner's Heavenly Spirit Cap. It was illusory and transparent, making it difficult to detect.
The ghost felt the aura on Su Zimo's body and was so frightened that he immediately fled away into the distance.
The body of the Qi practitioner shook a little, and some color returned to his lips and face.
But this man was languid, his limbs were weak, and he fell down softly. He was extremely weak and gasping for air.
"Thank you, senior."
The qi practitioner panted and thanked him.
"Recover for a while and leave here as soon as possible. If you stay any longer, your life may be in danger!" Su Zimo said in a deep voice.
"Okay, okay."
The Qi practitioner nodded quickly.
Those who possess Qi Practitioners are just ghosts and imps, which don't have much magical power. At most, they possess mortals and low-level monks. This is the "ghost possessed" in folklore.
The kid is difficult to deal with, but he doesn't dare to provoke three kinds of people.
The first is a monk with high magical power.
Ordinary foundation-building monks are no longer afraid of imps.
Second, a masculine person.
Regardless of whether you are a cultivator or a mortal, as long as your body is strong and your blood is strong, you can resist most evil spirits and diseases.
Su Zimo has cultivated to the point where his blood is like the ocean tide. This energy and blood, even if he doesn't need to be stimulated, is like a blazing sun or a furnace of flames. The kid doesn't dare to get close!
Therefore, as Su Zimo walked along, the kid couldn't avoid him and didn't dare to come forward at all.
Third, he is a person who is upright and upright.
Read hundreds of schools of thought to nourish your righteousness.
A person with integrity can remain calm and calm in the face of temptations and threats.
A mortal body, suffering from prison conditions and harsh conditions, never gets sick, just because there is great righteousness in the body!
The sages once said that wealth cannot be immoral, poverty and lowliness cannot be moved, and power cannot bend.
In fact, this is the great realm of Haoran’s righteousness!
Folks often say that if you don’t do bad things, you won’t be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door. This is also true.
If you don’t do anything bad, your heart will not be empty. If you are upright, you will have nothing to fear!
When he was studying as a child, Su Zimo even heard some legends.
In the world of peach blossoms, the upright Confucian scholar, even though he is a mortal, is already in his twilight years and his body is weak. Even if he is scolded loudly, the evil spirits will not dare to get close. A loud roar can shake the monsters to dust!
Thousands of years ago, tens of millions of souls died in this place overnight, with great resentment and lingering ghosts. I don’t know how many such lonely ghosts gathered here.
Among such a number of little ghosts, there will definitely be fierce ghosts!
The kid is difficult to deal with, but he won't kill you.
Fierce ghosts, fierce ghosts, evil ghosts, they kill people!
Even if the foundation-building cultivators and Jindan masters are slightly careless, they may die!
Su Zimo continued to move forward, and as the night grew darker, he gradually penetrated deeper into the ruins.
It didn't take long.
From all directions, there was a burst of shrill laughter, erratic and creepy!
Su Zimo sneered slightly and continued to move forward without stopping.
call!
The evil wind blows in the face.
Su Zimo's black hair was slightly swaying, his expression was calm and composed, and there was no trace of panic in his eyes.
"Keep going and it will cost you your life!"
A woman's shrill voice came from the strong wind.
Su Zimo was unmoved.
Just after walking more than ten meters away, an illusory and hazy figure appeared behind him, wearing a blood-stained robe, with a head full of black hair hanging on the ground.
A sad and ferocious face was looming among the black hair.
Li Gui stretched out his hands, his nails were black and blue, and silently pounced on Su Zimo.
Su Zimo seemed completely unaware.
As soon as Li Gui's hands touched Su Zimo's body, his expression changed drastically and he screamed.
On Su Zimo's body, the blood surged, and lightning flashed, dazzling!
Thunder and lightning are the most righteous force in the world, and they are the most restrained against evil things.
Li Gui never expected that Su Zimo's bloodline actually contained the power of thunder and lightning. He was instantly struck by lightning and turned into ashes and disappeared.
From the beginning to the end, Su Zimo's footsteps never paused.
Around him, there were other ghosts wandering around. Seeing this scene, they all dispersed in unison.