Half a month later.

In Su He's room, Su He was holding a flying sword, only to see that above the flying sword, a wisp of white smoke flew up and merged into Su He's body, and then the flying sword in Su He's hand turned into flying ash and went away with the wind.

"After half a month of hard work, I finally got a report. Under the medicinal power of the immortal flower, the divine wound was completely healed; More than 10,000 flying swords also made the Curse God Thorn reach the realm of Xiaocheng. Su He grinned, this was the happiest time he had in the past six months.

"Let me see, how far can I go when I fully unfold my divine sense?" In an instant, Su He's eyes lit up, and his divine consciousness spread out violently, one zhang, ten zhang, one hundred zhang, and finally, when it was nine hundred and ninety-nine long, it reached the extreme, and the divine consciousness encompassed the entire small village.

Su He could clearly see all the people in the entire village, the livestock, and so on. The Zhang brothers, who were still quarreling late at night, and the Wei family and his wife, who had fallen asleep in each other's arms...... and Uncle Ge San, who had just returned from Dongying Lake......

The consciousness moved out of the village, on the rice fields, the weeds blown by the breeze, the frogs croaking in the fields, the crickets among the weeds...... and, three wild wolves coming towards the small village.

"Huh." When Su He found these three wild wolves, he grinned, the wild wolves were still far away from the village, it should be more than five hundred zhang away, and their blood-red eyes were very strange in the night.

"Die!" Su He smiled, his divine consciousness suddenly condensed into a sword, passed through the bodies of the three wild wolves, and a wail came, and the three wild wolves fell to the ground in response, completely lifeless.

The secret method of divine consciousness, attacking it unprepared, shadowless and invisible, pervasive, this is the most rebellious place of the secret method of divine consciousness.

Swish!

The divine consciousness retreated into the sea of consciousness of Su River like a tide, and he used all his strength to expand his divine consciousness for so long, and Su He's sea of consciousness did not appear tired, but was in good spirits, the divine injury has been completely healed, and the curse god thorn has also been cultivated to a small success, as long as he does not meet the foundation building period of life, Su He can be sure that this spell god thorn, in the condensation realm, it is difficult to find an opponent.

"The curse god stabbed Xiaocheng, and there was no opponent in the Condensation Realm; If it is Dacheng, it should not be a problem to hunt the early stage of the foundation building period and repel the middle stage of the foundation building period; If it is the Great Perfection, it should be easy to kill in the middle of the foundation building period, and as for the late stage of the foundation building period......" Su He said with confused eyes.

"Damn white-eyed wolf." Su He cursed, if it weren't for Su He's raising more than 50,000 lower-grade flying swords to the sword slave corpse, Su He would have absorbed all the flying swords now and reached the peak of Xiaocheng of the Curse God Thorn, which would be as easy as a snap.

"Forget it, it seems that only after a while, after getting familiar with the spell god thorn, go to Tianmang City to have a look." Su He said, and then, Su He fell on it, and tiredness welled up in his heart, and he fell asleep after a while.

Tianmang City is the capital of Mangguo. Around Tianmang City, there are thirty-six guarding cities, one of which is relatively close to the current small village of Suhe, this city has no name, only the number "thirteen". Jiang Qiang wandered in the Thirteen Cities.

"Under the five-grade cultivation true country, they are all ants." Su He smiled slightly, Su Wencheng had told him about the glorious and prosperous era of Qi Tianguo.

The territory of the Five Grades Cultivation True Kingdom, the Qi Heavenly Kingdom, is the size of eighteen Mang States and fifty-four Chu States, among which the cultivation forces, dragons and snakes are mixed, and there are Yuan Infant Stage in any faction, and there are even old monsters beyond the Yuan Infant Stage who are practicing in seclusion.

The five-grade cultivation of the true country can be regarded as a stage for the strong to jump.

Su He, Su Wen, and Su Xiaoxiao agreed to meet in Qi Tianguo.

"Who are you? What are you doing? ”

"Get out of here!"

"Mother, what's wrong with you, don't scare Xiaohua, woo~~~"

As soon as Su He closed his eyes, he heard a commotion outside the house.

Su He hurriedly got up, opened the door of the house, and saw a black shadow flashing in front of him, jumping out of the yard and disappearing into the night.

"Look for death! Stealing from your fathers. Su He's divine sense chased after him fiercely, and when he caught up with the man in black, Su He's pupils fused violently, and his divine consciousness retreated like a tide: "How could it be you?" ”

In the courtyard, Aunt Jiang fell to the ground, her head rested on the door and opened, Jiang Xiaohua shook and screamed on her, but Aunt Jiang did not react. A pungent smell of blood came, and Su He's eyes darkened.

Su He moved weakly, walked to Jiang Xiaohua's side, squatted down, and reached out to press Jiang Damiang's neck, there was no longer a pulse. Su He saw a torn strip of cloth in Aunt Jiang's hand, and saw the silver leaking out of the yard, and then looked at the black shadow that disappeared into the night, Su He had to smile bitterly.

Aunt Jiang, what a good person, she takes care of Su He, what is there to eat and drink, let Jiang Xiaohua send it to Su He as soon as possible, Aunt Jiang has been doing good deeds all her life, but she ended up with such a fate.

Good people don't live long, but bad people live for a thousand years.

"Young Master Su." Jiang Xiaohua's eyes were red from crying, Su He smiled dismally, hugged Jiang Xiaohua close to his arms, and comforted him softly.

…………

In small villages, dead people, believe in burial.

Jiang Xiaohua knelt on the mourning hall wearing linen and filial piety, while Su He was carrying a wine jug, sitting in the courtyard, drinking wine alone. The red-robed and white-haired Su River is particularly eye-catching, and whenever someone enters the courtyard to worship, they will point to Su He and say something ugly.

Although they said it quietly, how could it escape Su He's ears.

"I have long known that Aunt Jiang has a strange person in her family, who is young and gray-haired, so I don't know that it is an ominous person."

"Yes, Aunt Jiang has never done anything bad in her life, and in her later years, such a demon came to the family."

"Aunt Jiang's death definitely has something to do with this white-haired person."

"That's right, looking at his white hair, wearing a red coat, and his face is not rosy at all, you say, it can't be a goblin."

Su He sat indifferently in the courtyard and drank wine by himself.

In the village, the oldest generation, the 110-year-old Ninth Uncle, slowly walked into the courtyard with the support of two middle-aged men.

Uncle Nine walked into the courtyard, and the other people who came to worship shouted one after another. Su He also nodded slightly at the old man, and Uncle Nine smiled at Su He.

"Three layers of condensation, but he has reached his twilight years, and he can live for three years at most." Su He smiled slightly. The lifespan of mortals is only more than 100 years old at most, and if they live for more than 100 years, they are all shemales.

However, since the ninth uncle is a monk, it is a different matter.

After Su He's divine injury recovered, his divine sense swept away, and he could see the qualifications and cultivation of everyone present.

The ninth uncle sat in the hall, and the people below whispered in his ear: "The ninth uncle is the one who is white-haired, maybe a goblin." ”

"Yes, yes, he must have killed Aunt Jiang."

"Uncle Jiu can't stay in the village, let's drive him away."

Jiang Xiaohua, who was kneeling, hurriedly stood up and said eagerly to Uncle Jiu: "No, no, Su Gongzi is a good person, and my mother was not killed by Su Gongzi." ”

"He killed my mother!" At this time, a burly man, with a big sword behind his back, walked into the courtyard with a face full of anger.

When Su He saw this person, his eyes narrowed, and there was a faint trace of killing intent to help him up.