True Lord Tianming’s heart was filled with fire.
This opportunity is once in a lifetime!
Nowadays, the monks in Vientiane City are either exhausted or seriously injured, and no one can stop him.
Originally, he was still a little worried about the man in black named 'Eidolon'.
But Ye Ling has left Vientiane City in order to hunt down the remaining Rakshasa tribe!
Although there are only a few Rakshasa clan members left, they are fleeing in all directions. Ye Ling wants to kill all these Rakshasa clans, but it is impossible in a short time!
As long as he snatches the storage bag from Su Zimo's hand as soon as possible, immediately flees thousands of miles away, and carefully hides himself, no one will be able to find him on this vast ancient battlefield!
Although this matter was somewhat disgraceful, he had some excuses when he returned to Tianhuang Continent.
After all, it’s to get back the secret technique that belongs to Fenglei Palace, and outsiders can’t say anything!
"Tianming, don't forget, there are more than 50,000 geniuses here!"
True Lord Yujun said in a deep voice: "You want to snatch Su Zimo's storage bag, but you have to ask these more than 50,000 geniuses if they will agree! Even if we are seriously injured, you can resist it with your own strength Fifty thousand monks!”
"good."
Pang Yue from Overlord Hall stood up. Although his face was pale, he patted his chest and said loudly: "Thanks to Fellow Daoist Su for taking action today, we can survive. If you want to take action against Fellow Daoist Su, I will be the first to refuse!"
"If you want to touch him, ask me about the sword in my hand first!"
Dugujian said coldly.
Among the crowd, monks stood up one after another.
Some are familiar and some are unfamiliar.
There are former rivals and friends around me.
Of course, the vast majority of monks are silent.
Some were hesitant to speak, some had flickering eyes, some looked hesitant, and some looked on coldly.
The various states of all living beings are undoubtedly revealed at this moment.
Noticing this scene, the corners of True Lord Tianming's lips curled up slightly, and he became calmer in his heart. He said loudly: "Don't be stupid, everyone. Su Zimo is from a foreign race. He took action this time just to save his friends! Your life and death depend on this. People don’t care!”
"Hehe, many of you monks have besieged his friends. Maybe, after he recovers from his injuries, he will have to settle this account with you!"
There was a commotion in the crowd.
The words of True Lord Tianming touched the hearts of some monks.
Seeing this scene, the smile in Tianming Zhenjun's eyes became even brighter.
"If you protect him today, he might kill you tomorrow!"
The bewitching voice of True Lord Tianming continued to sound: "Don't forget, he is from a foreign race. Who can guarantee that he will not treat you like the Rakshasa tribe or the gods? Don't forget the ancient saying, those who are not of my race will have their hearts broken. different!"
"What Zhenjun said... is not unreasonable."
"Yes, he didn't attack the gods and Rakshasa clan to save us at all, and we don't need to protect him."
"This man just transformed into the form of a dragon. The dragon is also one of the nine evil tribes. It is probably no better than the gods and Rakshasa tribe!"
There were some discussions among the crowd.
It's just that the voice is very small and the confidence is insufficient.
Seeing this scene, Ji Yaojing smiled mockingly and said: "Today I have seen what it means to repay kindness with hatred. The evil of human nature is nothing more than this."
“That’s how human nature is.”
Lin Xuanji sighed and said: "Mortal people think that cultivators are all immortals and don't eat fireworks, but they don't know that cultivators' desires are the strongest!"
"The world of cultivation is not a paradise. It is much crueler than the mortal world! Intrigues, deceptions, murders and treasures are everywhere! In order to live forever and become stronger, some monks will do whatever it takes to retaliate for kindness and revenge."
"Listen to me!"
Zhenjun Yujun suddenly roared, and the wound on his broken arm instantly burst open, bleeding like a stream, but he was completely unaware of it.
"Whether Su Zimo is a demon or a dragon, anyone in this world can take action against him, except you!"
True Lord Yujun pointed at the endless crowd of more than 50,000 monks, with a stern look on his face, and said word by word: "Because, all of you owe him a life!"
The noisy voices just now gradually became quiet again.
The guiding monk clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and said lightly: "Is it a foreign race or not? I don't understand this big deal. But I know one thing. He saved all of us and almost risked his life."
"Without him, we would all be dead now, reduced to the souls of the gods, and the flesh and blood in the belly of the Rakshasa clan! I don't understand right and wrong, but I know what it means to have a clear distinction between grudges and grudges!"
These words were so loud and deafening!
Some people lowered their heads, while others looked ashamed.
True Lord Tianming looked uncertain. Seeing that something was wrong with the situation, he couldn't bear it any longer and said in a cold voice: "Guiding Monk, don't go there to confuse the public with your monstrous words and confuse people's hearts!"
At this time, True Lord Tianming was ready to take action.
We can't delay it any longer.
The longer it takes, the worse it will be!
If he waits for that night spirit to come back, he may not be able to escape even if he wants to!
Today, the remaining 50,000 monks are not monolithic at all. They all have their own thoughts. As long as not many people stand on Su Zimo's side, great things can be accomplished!
"Disciples of Fenglei Palace obey my orders. Anyone who dares to stop me will be killed without mercy!"
True Lord Tianming was filled with murderous intent, his brows were bright, and blazing lightning arcs appeared in his palms, exuding a terrifying aura!
"Protect the young master!"
"Protect Brother Su!"
Nian Qi, Lin Xuanji and others directly surrounded Su Zimo and protected him in the middle, forming human walls.
"Haha, why bother?"
At this moment, Su Zimo suddenly chuckled: "You want my storage bag, I'll give it to you."
Su Zimo patted the fat man in front of him on the shoulder and motioned for him to get out of the way.
"Boss?"
The little fat man whispered, with a questioning look in his eyes.
"It's okay, get out of the way."
Su Zimo nodded and smiled, looking calm.
Everyone looked at each other, and although they hesitated a little, they still made way.
Su Zimo walked out slowly, took off the storage bag from his waist, looked at Tianming Zhenjun not far away, handed it over from the distance, and said lightly: "The storage bag is here, if you want, come here Take it.”
"Um?"
True Lord Tianming's pupils contracted slightly.
His spiritual consciousness had already probed Su Zimo's body many times, and he could confirm that the son's blood was weak and his spiritual power was exhausted, and he would definitely be unable to fight anymore.
But what is this son doing with this gesture
Although Su Zimo looked tired, there was no panic on his face and he looked calm and calm.
"hey-hey!"
True Lord Tianming changed his mind and sneered: "You are a treacherous junior. You must want to lure me closer and then use your killing move! You are still too young. How can you hide this idea from me!"
In fact, looking at Su Zimo's current state, even if he gets close, there won't be any danger.
But be careful and you can never go wrong!
"I gave up the storage bag, and you didn't even dare to come and get it..."
Su Zimo put away his smile, hung the storage bag on his waist again, and said coldly: "You have so much courage and you still want my life!"
"Tianming, let me tell you something! Even if I, Su Zimo, am exhausted, I can still kill you!"