Not seen for more than twenty years.
The spirit tiger is still so happy, the monkey is still so unruly, everything is the same as before.
Watching them fight, Su Zimo's heart felt warm.
Sometimes, getting along with demons is easy.
There is no intrigue or intrigue.
The human heart is much more complex.
Things became much simpler after Monkey and Spirit Tiger entered the ancient battlefield.
Just as Liulicong expected that Su Zimo would come to their door, they also thought of this, so they surrendered the demons and launched a tide of beasts.
The little fox had the same idea.
Unfortunately, there is still no clear news.
"You guys recuperate here first, and I'll go clean up the battlefield."
Su Zimo settled down the monkey monsters before getting up and leaving.
Tens of thousands of people were buried in this battle.
These monks’ storage bags must be collected.
For Su Zimo today, unless they are innate spiritual weapons or some rare ancient treasures, other weapons are no longer accessible to him.
But these storage bags cannot be discarded just like this.
What Su Zimo valued most was the elixirs collected by these monks such as the Condensing Fruit, Soul-Nourishing Blood Ginseng, etc. to condense and nourish the soul.
These things are consumables, so the more the better.
The ancient city is full of monsters.
But when Su Zimo was walking in the ancient city, these monsters subconsciously chose to avoid them.
Behind him, there was also a well-behaved but slightly shy young girl, who was the little fox in human form.
"what's up?"
Su Zimo kept walking and looked sideways slightly.
The little fox lowered his head slightly, glanced at Su Zimo with his big watery eyes, and whispered: "Master, you won't blame me, will you?"
The little fox has long been able to transform into a human form, but he chose to hide it because of other reasons that he was too shy to say.
She was still a little uneasy.
Su Zimo pondered for a while and said deliberately: "Since you don't trust me, don't follow me in the future."
When the little fox heard this, he immediately became anxious. He stood there, sobbing, with tears rolling in his eyes, ready to fall at any time.
"My mother is dead. If you bring me out of the crypt, you won't want me anymore. I don't even have any relatives."
"No one will want me from now on, wow!"
The little fox let out a cry and cried.
Su Zimo was startled.
He said it casually, wanting to tease the little fox, but he didn't expect that the little fox actually took it seriously.
On the city wall, several animal heads popped up.
The monkey, the spirit tiger, and the golden lion were lying on the wall, secretly looking at this side. The three pairs of eyes were ignited with the blazing fire of gossip.
Linghu: "Ali is being bullied. It must be Su Zimo who is frivolous with her. I want to go down and help!"
Monkey: "You go ahead."
Golden Lion: "Go well, strong man."
Linghu: "..."
Su Zimo turned around, stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the little fox's tears, and said with a wry smile: "I was just joking. How can I blame you for such a trivial matter?"
"Really?"
The little fox stopped crying, tilted his head slightly, and asked half-heartedly.
"Absolutely true."
"Then you won't drive me away from now on?"
"Won't."
"Thank you, sir."
The little fox burst into tears and laughed, with crystal tears still stained on its long eyelashes. Under the sunlight, a gorgeous world emerged.
It took Su Zimo most of a day to clean up the battlefield.
Gathering the contents of these storage bags together, there are nearly a hundred thousand flying swords and other spiritual weapons, as well as countless types of elixirs and talismans.
Very few of these things are really useful to Su Zimo.
He looked down upon ordinary spiritual weapons.
As for the elixir, he only took the perfect elixir with five elixir patterns.
Among the hundred thousand spiritual weapons, there is only one innate spiritual weapon.
It was the glove that was previously worn on Ye Tiancheng's palm.
Although there was only one, it was enough for Su Zimo.
His right hand has divine phoenix bones, which cannot be broken even by magic weapons!
Putting this innate spiritual weapon level glove on his left hand, his pair of hands can take on almost any weapon with his bare hands!
It can be said to be invulnerable to water and fire!
The total number of concentration fruits in these storage bags is more than one hundred.
Regardless of whether you are a demon or a cultivator, when condensing your spirit, you can take one or two pills. Taking more is useless.
These more than a hundred pills are enough for them to divide.
There are twelve thousand soul-nourishing blood ginseng plants!
On the face of it, this number seems large.
But Su Zimo had a hunch in his heart that the soul-nourishing blood ginseng he needed would be several times more than what an ordinary monk would need!
Not just because he cultivates both immortals and demons.
What's more, both his golden elixir and inner elixir are different from others.
What's more, there are monkeys, spirit tigers and other monsters who need to take soul-nourishing blood ginseng to break through to the Nascent Soul realm.
Therefore, in the ancient battlefield, Su Zimo still needs to collect soul-nourishing blood ginseng as much as possible!
…
Ten days later.
Monkey blood is extremely strong.
After Linghu practiced the Taixu Thunder Technique, his blood contained the power of thunder and lightning.
Spring thunder rings and all things come alive.
Thunder and lightning contain the power of life.
Although Monkey and Spirit Tiger were the most seriously injured, within ten days, their injuries were almost healed.
They are all restless by nature and do not want to stay in the ancient city any longer.
Su Zimo asked: "Tell me, what are your plans after leaving the ancient city?"
"I will follow you," said the monkey.
He entered this ancient battlefield just for Su Zimo.
The spirit tiger scratched its head, coughed slightly, licked the tiger's face, came close to the little fox, waggled its tail, and said with a flattering smile: "Ahri, where are you going?"
The little fox said: "Of course I will follow the young master."
"Snapped!"
Linghu slapped his thigh and said loudly: "What a coincidence, we both thought of it together!"
boom!
A big rough palm appeared next to him, and it hit Linghu's face firmly, sending him flying.
"Nima!"
In mid-air, the roar of the spirit tiger could be heard.
The little fox giggled non-stop.
Su Zimo turned his head, looked at the Golden Lion, and asked: "What about you, if you want to leave, I will give you some Condensing Fruit and Soul-Nourishing Blood Ginseng to take with you."
The golden lion said: "I don't have anywhere to go."
After pondering for a while, the golden lion looked hesitant and said, "If you don't mind it, I'll give it to you as a mount."
During the battle in the ancient city, he had already seen how powerful Su Zimo was.
Deep down in his heart, although he was a little reluctant, there was no shame in being a mount for such a powerful being.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Su Zimo looked up to the sky and laughed, patted the golden lion on the shoulder, and said: "A few days ago, I wanted to thank you for your generous action. How could I regard you as a mount! Huang Mao, don't underestimate me."
Hearing this, the golden lion was so moved that he burst into tears.
Hearing the word 'yellow hair' behind him, the golden lion's face darkened, and he said with a resentful look: "Is there another name?"
"Yellow hair is pretty good."
The monkey comforted: "According to my wishes, I want to call you poodle..."
"Well."
The golden lion said: "Then let's call him Huangmao."
Su Zimo waved his hand and said with great pride: "In this case, let's go to the center of the ancient battlefield, take a look at the Golden Core Vision List, and see the geniuses on this wild continent! At the top of the list, I We must fight for it!”
"Set off!"
"Let's go!"
"Ahri, wait for me..."