220.Chapter 220: Good luck?

As soon as Su Mo stepped into the light gate, he felt the world spin and his mind dizzy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info

The next moment, Su Mo appeared in another space, and suddenly he only felt a burst of heaven and earth aura rushing towards his face, which was more than twice as rich as the outside, if he cultivated here, it could really be called half the effort.

"The aura here is so strong, if Fengling Island can take it for himself, the strength of the disciples will definitely improve rapidly!"

Su Mo said secretly.

However, Su Mo was just talking casually.

It is reported that this Qinghua Cave Heaven was indeed discovered by Fengling Island first at the beginning, and later the other three major sects came to fight for it.

After a great battle, the four major sects each had losses, and finally after negotiation, this Qinghua Cave Heaven was controlled by the four major sects together.

Poof!

Su Mo's figure fell from the sky, and his feet actually sank directly into the ground.

"Damn!"

Only then did Su Mo notice that the area he was in was actually a small swamp.

The surroundings were full of blackened mud, and bubbles appeared from time to time in the mud, and after the bubbles burst, they spewed out a rancid smell.

Wow!

The mud rolled, and a huge crocodile-type demon beast rushed out of the mud, its mouth opened wide, and it bit at Su Mo.

This is a second-level sevenfold demon beast, and its strength is equivalent to that of a sevenfold martial artist in the Spirit Martial Realm.

"Look for death!"

Su Mo casually punched over, directly blasting the demon beast into a pile of minced meat, scattered in the swamp.

The next moment, a breath of true qi erupted from Su Mo's feet, and the whole person rose into the air and flew away into the distance.

Su Mo's body technique is extremely powerful, stepping on the microwave, and after more than a dozen ups and downs, he came to a solid ground.

Su Mo picked up the waist card around his waist and glanced at it, there was a hazy blue light on it, which showed a pair of numbers '10'.

Killing a second-level sevenfold demon beast can earn ten points.

Su Mo was surprised, this waist card didn't know what the mystery was, and it could automatically detect his results.

Then, Su Mo put away his waist card and looked around.

There was no one else around, and where he was now was an extremely dense forest.

The low roar of an unknown monster could be heard faintly from the depths of the woods, making people shudder in this dark dense forest.

After a while, Su Mo casually chose a direction, spread his body, and left quickly.

In the gray woods, the sunlight shines through the dense foliage and casts on the ground full of dead leaves, forming specks of light that bring a ray of light to the gray woods.

Su Mo had been wandering around in this forest for two or three hours, and he hadn't encountered a single figure, but he had encountered a lot of demon beasts, all of which were bombarded and killed by him, and he didn't let go of the beast soul and essence blood, all of which were devoured by him.

A light breeze swept by, and a rustling sound came from all directions.

Su Mo stopped, and an ape appeared in front of him.

The ape was about the size of a human, but it had a pair of silver arms, and both arms were so long that they could fall to the ground when they stood up.

The ape looked at Su Mo with cold eyes, and there was a hint of a smile in his eyes.

Second-level nine-fold demon beast, silver gibbon!

Su Mo recognized this ape, it was the silver gibbon, it was said that the arms of this ape were as hard as a hundred refined steel, and the solidity was completely comparable to that of a second-grade weapon, and it was very powerful.

'Click!'

The sound of the dead branch breaking sounded, and the silver gibbon kicked his feet, like a bolt of lightning flying towards Su Mo, and his arms danced and hit Su Mo's head.

"Hehe! Let's see if your silver arm is hard, or if my spirit slashing sword is sharp!"

The silver light flashed, and a silver sword appeared in Su Mo's hand, which was the third-level mid-grade weapon Spirit Slashing Sword.

Shout!

Facing the silver gibbon that flew towards him, Su Mo slashed out with a sword, the sword light flashed, and the air in front of him suddenly split.

The silver gibbon was obviously extremely confident in his silver arm, blocking the sword light with his left arm, and reaching out with his right arm to grasp Su Mo's head.

Clang!!

The Spirit Sword slashed on the silver arm of the silver gibbon, and there was a sound of gold and iron resonating first, and then, the Spirit Sword directly cut off the silver arm of the silver gibbon, and after the sword light cut off the silver arm, it flashed from the silver gibbon's body.

Poof!!

Blood splattered, and the silver gibbon was cut in half with a sword.

The second-level nine-fold demon beast is not the enemy of Su Mo's sword.

The third-grade mid-grade Spirit Slashing Sword was extremely sharp, and Su Mo used this sword to fully double his combat power.

Although the silver gibbon is a second-level nine-fold demon beast, and the seven-fold martial artist of the Lingwu Realm can only escape for his life when he encounters it, but it also has to be divided into whom, Su Mo's strength is naturally not measured by the realm.

The blood that spurted out of the silver gibbon's body was instantly devoured by Su Mo before it landed on the ground.

Devouring the blood and beast soul of the silver gibbon, leaving a dried corpse, Su Mo put on his back the spirit slashing sword and continued to move forward.

After another hour, after Su Mo killed a lot of demon beasts, his points had reached more than three thousand points, and he finally met a living person.

This is a sturdy young man in a red robe, a disciple of the Burning Sun Sect.

This Burning Sun Sect disciple also saw Su Mo, and immediately flew towards Su Mo.

"Haha! My Zhao Ang's luck is good!"

Zhao Ang of the Burning Sun Sect flew in front of Su Mo, and after seeing Su Mo's cultivation clearly, he immediately laughed.

"Oh, what's your luck?"

Su Mo asked with a faint smile.

"Humph!"

Zhao Ang snorted coldly and said, "Boy, don't pretend to be stupid! Quickly hand over all the things on your body to me, and I will leave you a whole corpse!"

Even if Su Mo handed over the waist card, Zhao Ang would not let Su Mo go.

Because the elders of the Lieyang Sect also confessed, when they met the disciples of Fengling Island, they would be killed!

Su Mo shook his head and sneered: "I'm sorry, I won't give you my things, on the contrary, give me all your things!"

Su Mo was disdainful in his heart, this disciple of the Burning Sun Sect was only an eightfold cultivator of the Spirit Martial Realm, and he actually dared to come to him for trouble, he really didn't know how to write the word dead!

"What?"

Zhao Ang was stunned when he heard this, glanced at Su Mo again, and suddenly said with murderous intent in his eyes: "It's really a thing that doesn't know whether to live or die, since you want to die quickly, then I will fulfill you!"

As soon as Zhao Ang's words fell, he slammed his fist into Su Mo's head.

Zhao Ang's punch was extremely fierce and extremely fast, if it hit Su Mo's head, even if Su Mo's body was strong and copper-skinned, he would either be killed or injured!

"Die!"

A cruel smile appeared in Zhao Ang's eyes.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the energy exploded, and Zhao Ang's fist did not hit Su Mo's head, but was blocked by a palm.

Belch!

At the same time, Zhao Ang only felt a tightness in his neck, as if he was firmly clamped by an iron tong, which suddenly made him breathless.

Su Mo blocked the opponent's fist with one hand, and grabbed the opponent's neck with the other hand like lightning, and with a slight lift of his arm, Su Mo directly lifted Zhao Ang up.

"Now, are you going to kill me?"

Su Mo asked indifferently.

"I ...... I'm ......!"

Zhao Ang's neck was pinched by Su Mo, his face turned red, his eyes were full of horror, and he couldn't even speak.

He never dreamed that Su Mo was obviously a seventh-level cultivator of the Spirit Martial Realm, but he was so powerful that he could subdue him in an instant.

Zhao Ang's whole body was stiff, because Su Mo's palm could kill him with just a single spit of strength.

"Too lazy to talk nonsense with you, you can die!"

Su Mo shook his head slightly, and his palm was so hard that he wanted to crush the other party's neck.

Zhao Ang was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly shouted: "Treasure ...... Treasure!"