Su Zimo turned around, his eyes fell on the vulture not far away, and asked lightly: "Tell me, what do you know."
"I don't understand what fellow Taoist is talking about."
The vulture laughed dryly.
"If you don't tell me, you'll die!"
Su Zimo was in the void, walking towards the vulture step by step. The speed was neither urgent nor slow, but a powerful pressure surged forward!
This is a real sense of oppression!
The vulture even felt suffocated!
His arms trembled slightly, and a flash of fear first flashed in his eyes, followed by madness.
The vulture looked a little ferocious, and gritted his teeth and said, "I can say it, but you have to promise to keep me alive!"
"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me!"
With a cold look on his face, Su Zimo came to the vulture and grabbed his throat directly. When he was about to exert force, a gust of fragrant wind hit him.
"Zimo, leave it to me."
Ji Yaoxing's slender hand rested on Su Zimo's wrist.
Su Zimo let go.
Fairy Ji came to Vulture, smiled charmingly, with ripples in her eyes, and asked softly: "Commander, why did you stop me?"
The vulture was completely stunned, his eyes were blurred, as if he had lost his soul.
"The second prince and the fourth prince are going to jointly submit a letter to abolish the third princess and recommend the eldest prince to be the emperor! The eldest prince is the eldest son and should inherit the throne. The name of the third princess is not justified, not to mention that she is a daughter."
"What's wrong with my daughter?"
Ji Yaojing raised her eyebrows and said coldly: "My daughter is not worthy of being the emperor! My sister is killing the enemy outside, but you young people are actually doing these little tricks in secret."
"I think you are looking for death!"
Before she finished speaking, Fairy Ji stretched out her fingers and gently brushed the vulture's throat.
A thin red line emerged.
The vulture stared, and gradually woke up. He covered his throat tightly with his hands and kicked his feet wildly, but he still couldn't stop the blood from gushing out!
Bah!
The vulture's eyes gradually dimmed, and his body fell, falling on the spot.
"I need you to come forward regarding the matter in the royal city."
Su Zimo muttered: "With your status and means, it is still possible to suppress this matter."
"Well, don't worry." Ji Yaoji nodded.
Su Zimo turned back to the chariot, helped Su Hong out, nodded to Ji Yaojing, and said, "I'm leaving."
Before he finished speaking, Su Zimo was already galloping away into the distance at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, he was already at the horizon.
"Where are you going?"
Ji Yaoji shouted from behind.
There was no response for a long time.
Ji Yaoxing wanted to chase her, but she also knew that the Great Zhou Royal City needed her more at this time.
…
In the sky above Yan Di, a huge ferocious bird passed by.
This fierce bird was covered in scales, burning with fine flames. It had sharp eyes and looked around. Its wings were spread out and were more than ten feet tall!
An ancient relic, the Purple Flame Eagle!
What is surprising is that behind the Zi Yan Diao, there is also a seemingly ordinary chariot being pulled.
There were two people sitting side by side in the chariot, a scholar with fine features and a white-haired old man.
These two people were Su Zimo and Su Hong who had returned to Yandi.
Su Zimo captured an ancient relic and used it as a temporary vehicle, which saved him a lot of trouble on the road.
The two of them passed through the thirteen cities of the Yan Kingdom that were massacred by Liuli Palace. They can still see the bones left behind from that time piled up into mountains!
On the city wall, the blood stains left by the wind and sun have turned black.
Every time he passed a city, Su Hong would stop and kneel down in front of the city to pay homage in front of these withered bones.
The last city.
It was the royal city of Yan back then.
Twenty years have passed, and the prosperity of the past is no longer there.
The old friend from back then has also grown old.
Uncle Zheng, Liu Yu, Yuchi Huo, Song Qi, and the former Xuanjia cavalry were all buried under the rubble of this ruin.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
"Twenty years ago, I should have been here, with you."
"Good brothers, I, Su Hong, am back!"
Standing on this homeland, Mr. Su Hong burst into tears and was overwhelmed with grief.
Su Zimo's eyes seemed to recall the scene when everyone from Liuli Palace came here and started killing people.
In front of cultivators, mortals have no power to resist, and their lives are like grass!
Su Zimo lowered his head with a dull expression.
These days, along the way, he saw too many Weihan corpses.
Killing, violence, hunger, displacement, rape, plunder, biting, cannibalism...
All order has collapsed.
Human life is more despicable than an ant!
The current scene is no worse than the hell in Buddhism!
Under the flames of war, the most miserable and helpless people are the common people in the world, these mortals who have no spiritual roots and cannot practice cultivation.
Su Zimo saw his own shadow in these mortals.
He was originally one of the most ordinary people.
If it weren't for Die Yue, there might be one of his among the bones on the roadside!
Su Zimo might be able to save one person, two people, or even a hundred people if he takes action, but he can't save everyone.
He couldn't even save his own relatives!
I can only watch as Su Hongshouyuan is exhausted!
Along the way, Su Zimo was always thinking about a question.
Even if he comes out ten years early, so what
Can he save Su Hong
After all, Su Hong is just a mortal. After twenty, thirty, or forty years, his life span will be exhausted, and the two of them will eventually have to go through separation.
Even if he didn't offend Liuli Palace, wouldn't all the people in the world suffer such a disaster
When war comes, these mortals are the first to suffer.
In front of cultivators, mortals have no control over their own destiny!
Cultivators can trample on the dignity of mortals at will.
No matter how much mortals struggle, it is of no avail.
If it hadn't been for Dieyue back then, Su Zimo would have been killed by Zhou Dingyun who had returned from practice.
He is lucky.
There is a butterfly moon that changes his fate against the will of heaven.
But who will change Su Hong's life
Who will change the lives of all people in the world
Are these mortals without spiritual roots and unable to practice destined to become victims of war, food for monsters, and bones at the feet of cultivators
Su Zimo is not a saint.
He never thought about using his own power to save the world from water and fire.
He just wanted to keep his loved ones alive.
He just thought that maybe...everyone in the world should have a chance to fight against fate!
"I want to establish a path!"
Sudden.
Su Zimo raised his head, clenched his fists, his eyes burst out with an unprecedented light, and said slowly, his tone was firm and unshakable!
"I want to break the shackles of fate that bind all living beings!"
"So what if I don't have spiritual roots?"
"I want to change the lives of the people!"
"I want all living beings in this world to practice cultivation and become immortals!"
This sound resounded throughout the world, deafening and echoing endlessly!
Boom!
The words just fell.
It was a clear sky, but there was thunder.
It seemed that the gods in the sky had been alarmed, and a heart-stopping pressure shrouded it, like the power of heaven, irresistible!
at the same time.
In various secret places on the Tianhuang Continent, ancestors woke up from their retreats and looked up at the sky with shocked expressions on their faces.
In the palace of mystery.
An old man with a Confucian crown on his head seemed to feel something. He counted with his fingers and couldn't help being shocked. He said: "Someone has made a great wish that even the heavens are alarmed!"