At the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley, there is not only the inheritance of the two super sects, Daming Temple and Fahua Temple, but also the inheritance of the Daqian Empire, the behemoth of the Northern Territory.
Su Zimo has been dormant at the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley for twenty years, isolated from the world, and his strength has grown to an extremely terrifying level!
This kind of growth is not only reflected in the understanding of Buddhism.
The formation practice is also getting deeper and deeper day by day.
Three large formations, one after another, without one, can achieve such an effect.
In the eyes of many mortals, those immortals who were originally aloof seemed to have suddenly suffered some changes, and they fell from mid-air one after another.
"how so?"
"Could it be that God opened his eyes and sent down punishment?"
Just when many mortals were confused, a figure slowly rose into the sky!
This man was dressed in a green shirt, with delicate features and a cold expression. There was a sinister murderous intention between his brows, and he was holding a bloody long knife in his hand!
"This person looks familiar."
"Seems to be… "
The old woman opened her mouth slightly, looking at the figure in mid-air in disbelief, and kept muttering in her mouth: "It's him, it's him!"
"Grandma, who is it?"
The child in his arms also saw the figure in the air and asked curiously.
"Second Young Master Su! It's Second Young Master Su from the Su family!"
The old woman's voice trembled.
Decades later, the old woman still recognized Su Zimo at a glance.
Because, even though decades have passed, there are no traces of time on the face of this Second Young Master Su, just like before!
Su Zimo turned his head slightly, looked at the old woman and the child, nodded, and the murderous expression between his brows became much softer.
The old woman was stunned.
This action seemed familiar, and in a daze, she seemed to have returned to the past.
Even if he becomes an immortal, Second Young Master Su has not changed!
The child stared unblinkingly.
Also an immortal.
But the children didn't feel any fear or pressure from Su Zimo.
The child's originally hanging heart gradually dropped.
Su Zimo carried the blood-tempered knife and walked in the air. From a high position, he looked down at True Lord Nascent Soul who was escaping hastily in Pingyang Town with a touch of sarcasm in his eyes.
"Still want to escape?"
Su Zimo fell from the sky, raised his arms high, and his blood-tempered sword screamed and trembled. He seemed to be extremely excited, and he slashed at the crowd!
A stream of blood spurted out!
boom!
The crowd was divided into two, and a ravine was cut on the ground. A total of seven Nascent Soul Lords were directly cut in half by this bloody light, their internal organs were scattered on the ground, and the fishy smell was soaring to the sky!
This is the first time he drank blood after the Blood Tempered Sword was born.
The evil spirit of the blade is strong!
Su Zimo moved and instantly threw himself into the fleeing crowd.
The blood-tempered knife crossed.
Buzz!
A bloody ripple slowly spread across the void and passed through the crowd!
puff! puff! puff!
Under the cover of blood-colored ripples, the heads of more than a dozen Nascent Soul Lords seemed to have been scratched by sharp blades, cut in half, and blood spurted out!
The soul was imprisoned and did not even have a chance to leave the body. It was destroyed on the spot!
"Gentlemen, don't run away any more! If you continue to run away, these beasts will be killed one by one!"
"Zhenjun Yundu, break the formation quickly, and we will fight to the death to buy time for you!"
"That's right, let's work together!"
Everyone shouted, gathered together again, burst out their energy and blood, and rushed towards Su Zimo.
The few true monarchs at the front were body refiners, bursting with energy and blood, and wielding their long swords and halberds to kill them.
Wow!
The energy and blood in Su Zimo's body rose, the sound of the ocean tide rolled, and the backhand knife was astonishingly powerful.
The force of the sword was as strong as the waves crashing against the shore!
when! when! when!
The blood-tempered sword struck heavily on the weapons of these Nascent Soul Lords, erupting with huge power, like a raging ocean tide, unstoppable!
"puff!"
Some people couldn't hold on, and spurted out a mouthful of blood on the spot. The tiger's mouth was torn, the weapon flew away, and the body fell out.
The Nascent Soul Lord was imprisoned with his soul and spiritual power, and all that was left was his physical body and Qi and blood.
But how can these people compare to Su Zimo in terms of physical strength and physical strength
The weapons they held in their hands were originally magic weapons. Since their souls were imprisoned, they could not mobilize their magic power. The true power of the magic weapons was difficult to exert, and they could not stop the edge of the blood-tempered sword at all!
Poof!
Poof!
Bloody light flashed frequently, and even if the remaining Nascent Soul Lords gathered together, they could not withstand Su Zimo's killing!
After receiving the inheritance from the Sword King and the Shura inheritance in this life, Su Zimo's attainments in sword skills have reached a quite terrifying level!
Dinghai's countercurrent, stormy waves, whirlpools, and ripples.
Shura Sword: Ghost Cry, blood flow, purgatory, bones, ghosts, and walking corpses.
Sometimes it's strong and strong, sometimes it's as continuous as water, sometimes it's majestic, sometimes it's weird and gloomy...
The blood-tempered knife was in Su Zimo's hand, drinking all the blood!
The blood on the sword is getting stronger and stronger, and it seems that the blood-tempered sword is becoming excited!
In the town, some bold mortals couldn't bear it any longer and secretly opened a crack in the door. When they looked outside, they saw a scene they would never forget.
The immortals who were originally aloof and arrogant, who threatened to suppress Pingyang without leaving any traces of chickens or dogs, were now running away in a panic, in a state of embarrassment, without any of the grace of the immortals.
A man in a green shirt was strolling down the long street holding a long bloody knife, leaving corpses behind him.
Wherever it passes, rivers of blood flow!
It was a complete massacre.
Kill the Immortal!
True Lord Nascent Soul, whose soul and spiritual power were imprisoned, was like a piece of cake in front of Su Zimo!
…
The sky is getting brighter.
Zhenjun Yundu was sweating profusely and was immersed in breaking the formation at the edge of Pingyang Town.
This Forbidden Spirit Ancient Formation and Forbidden God Ancient Formation were extremely complex, and even with his ability, it would be difficult to solve them in a short period of time.
Fortunately, this foggy trap is not too difficult.
Listening to the screams coming from behind, Zhenjun Yundu became even more panicked.
But he didn't look back.
He must not be distracted!
Break through the trap as soon as possible, this is their only chance to survive!
Time passes bit by bit.
I don’t know how long it took, but the clouds and fog dispersed.
Zhenjun Yundu breathed a long sigh of relief and slumped down on the ground, already sweating profusely.
In the sky, the sun was rising, and a ray of light broke through the fog and fell on this small town. Everything looked so quiet and peaceful.
Zhenjun Yundu suddenly felt something was wrong.
So quiet!
The cries, begging for mercy, calls for help, and all the noise behind me all disappeared without knowing when.
Snap, snap.
Footsteps sounded.
It was like the sound of someone's feet being stained with some sticky liquid as they walked across the bluestone road.
The footsteps came behind him and suddenly disappeared.
A chill ran up my spine!
True Lord Yundu did not dare to look back.
A bloody blade slowly reached under his throat, exuding a strong smell of blood, and the sharp edge of the blade was bone-chilling!
"You're the last one."
A voice sounded in his ears, soft, faint, without any emotion.
Poof!
Bloody light flashed.
Zhenjun Yundu's head fell off and blood splattered.
His head rolled several times on the ground, and finally faced Pingyang Town.
His eyes widened.
Green shirt, bloody road.
Two completely different colors stimulated his last senses.
His consciousness gradually blurred and finally died.