Chapter Thirty-Eight: Meeting Acquaintances on Vientiane Island
"Our Chen family doesn't seem to have offended fellow Daoists, why did Daoists take action against us!"
Chen Youcai repelled the black-robed monk with all his strength, and asked with an angry face.
"Take people's money to eliminate disasters for others, as long as you let me take this person away, I can choose to let you live."
The black-robed monk knew that it was also very difficult for him to take down Chen Youcai, so he couldn't help but point to Chen Wanrou on the side and discuss.
Hearing this, the eyes of several members of the Chen family became unkind.
Chen Shanchao on the side jumped up directly and scolded angrily:
"Bold, my cousin is a woman that the second young king of Baixiang Mountain has a crush on, aren't you afraid of attracting the pursuit of the Wang family?"
The black-robed monk didn't speak, but his face showed a bit of mockery.
The next moment, the black-robed monk saw that he couldn't talk, and his eyes suddenly showed murderous anger.
Chen Youcai also stepped forward at this time and protected several juniors in the clan behind him.
Zheng, Zheng...
I saw a few cyan sword lights coming quickly.
With a wave of his hand, the spiritual energy in Chen Youcai's body gushed out, turning into a hemispherical yellow earth cover, protecting several people in it.
Then he hurriedly shouted.
"Stand down!"
"Hmph, it's beautiful."
The black-robed monk knew that it would be difficult for him to win alone, and now that he had finally grasped Chen Youcai's weakness, how could he give up so easily!
The next moment, he swung his sword and attacked several juniors of the Chen family behind Chen Youcai.
"Despicable!"
Seeing this, Chen Youcai could only go to protect his juniors.
With this group of early stage Qi cultivation cultivators dragging their feet, Chen Youcai suddenly fell behind.
After more than a dozen rounds of fighting, both of them were already scarred, but the black-robed monk seemed to be in better condition.
At this moment, Chen Wanrou looked at the distance and shouted excitedly:
"Uncle Cai, look, there are boats approaching nearby!"
The black-robed monk was shocked when he heard this, and he directly slashed out a sword qi and blood light.
This blow has become significantly more fierce and vicious than before.
Feeling the surging power of the black-robed monk's sword, Chen Youcai's face turned pale for a moment.
exclaimed: "Blood Yuan Slash, you, you, are the remnants of the Blood Puppet Tower..."
Without waiting for Chen Youcai to finish speaking, the sword light broke through the earth shield he had arranged and slashed it out.
"Ah, Uncle Rich..."
Chen Wanrou and Chen Shanchao immediately rushed towards Chen Youcai.
"Tsk, since you can see it, you all have to die!!"
The black-robed monk's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he waved his hand and slashed out a few chilling sword qi to kill several members of the Chen family.
"Ahh
The Chen family and several people looked at the sword qi that burst out from the black-robed monk, and their eyes were full of helplessness and despair!
I only hope that the other party will not make himself into a blood puppet after his death.
The next moment, there was a "clanging" sound.
"I'm not dead, I'm not dead, hahaha!!"
The junior of the Chen family slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly burst into a burst of joy for the rest of his life.
"Su Chenxiao..., Su Daoyou, thank you for saving your life."
Chen Youcai looked at Su Ziming in front of him, his eyes were full of complexity.
He understood at this moment why Su Ziming dared to sail on the sea with a lonely boat, the most fundamental thing was strength!
Su Ziming looked at Chen Youcai in front of him and bowed slightly, then picked up the black-robed monk who had passed out and returned to the guest room.
"This kid is so strong!"
"That's right, I thought he was a low-level casual cultivator."
"Su Daoyou has such a cultivation at a young age, I'm afraid he is a disciple of the big forces who came out to practice, if I can~"
Chen Shanchao and other juniors in the clan looked at Su Ziming's distant back and felt very uncomfortable, but then all kinds of ideas came to their minds.
As soon as Su Ziming returned to the guest room, Chen Shanchao followed, and said with a humble face:
"Su Daoyou, I didn't know Mount Tai before, and I was offended, so I will arrange a room for you."
Su Ziming shook his head decisively when he heard this: "Don't bother Chen Daoyou, I live here very well." ”
"Sue..."
Seeing that Chen Shanchao was about to speak again, Su Ziming waved his hand directly and said:
"Chen Daoyou, I still have something to ask you out."
Hearing this, Chen Shanchao did not have the slightest displeasure on his face, silently retreated, and said with a kind face:
"Okay, if you call me something, I'll wait outside."
When the juniors of the Chen family saw Chen Shanchao walking out, they couldn't help but surround them, and a female cultivator of the Chen family couldn't wait to speak: "Brother Shanchao, what did Su Daoyou say!" ”
Chen Shanchao glanced at the female cultivator, waved his hand to the juniors of the Chen family and said:
"Su Daoyou has important things to deal with, you all disperse, don't gather here."
"Yes, Brother Shanchao."
Regarding Chen Shanchao's words, the juniors of the Chen family did not dare not listen, so they could only disperse obediently.
In the guest room, Su Ziming understood what was happening outside clearly through his divine sense.
In my heart, I couldn't help but improve my evaluation of Chen Shan by a few points.
Immediately, he looked at the black-robed monk who was tied in front of him, raised his hand and shot out a spiritual power, and the black-robed monk woke up instantly.
"Who the hell are you?"
The black-robed monk stared at Su Ziming in front of him with a frightened expression, and his heart fell into despair.
The person in front of him was too young, and the other person could knock him out in an instant.
To do this, the monk in front of him must at least have the cultivation of Qi Great Perfection.
"Descendant of the Su family of Qingjiao Peak, tell me where the remnants of the Blood Puppet Tower are hiding, and spare your life!"
Hearing Su Ziming's response, the black-robed monk seemed to have expected it, gritted his teeth and scolded: "Phew, the Su family's dogs, if you want to kill them, you have to listen to them!" ”
shouted, and it hit a hard bone.
Su Ziming suddenly became interested, and took out a short knife and directly cut off the first knuckle of the black-robed monk's left index finger.
"Whew..."
The Ten Fingers Heart really lived up to its name, and at the moment after the knife fell, the black-robed monk couldn't help but scream in the end.
Seeing that the black-robed monk still did not let go, Su Ziming's hand fell for a while.
After a while, the black-robed monk's left hand was left with a smooth palm!
At this moment, the blue tendons on the black-robed monk's head were exposed, and his eyes became red due to internal congestion caused by excessive force.
"It's a specially bred killer!"
Su Ziming couldn't help but praise, and then he cut off the fourteen fingers, twenty-six toe joints, and arms of the black-robed monk's right hand with an indifferent face.
At this moment, the black-robed monk was no longer silent, and vigorously spit out a few teeth that had been bitten in his mouth, and pleaded:
"Kill me, kill me!"
Hearing the words of the black-robed monk, Su Ziming showed a smug smile and asked:
"Tell me where the remnants of the Blood Golem are hiding!"
"I'll satisfy you."
"Okay, I promise..."
After a while, Su Ziming sat down cross-legged with a satisfied smile on his face.
Holding a skull and a storage bag in his hands.
Su Ziming poured out the contents one by one from the storage bag.
There were only five hundred and seventy-two lower-grade spirit stones and a blood-colored token engraved with the black-robed monk's code name—Blood Seventy-Six.
Su Ziming put away the spirit stone, and then wrapped his head and token together and put it away.
After arriving at Vientiane Island, he would be able to rely on these two things to exchange for a bounty of three hundred low-grade spirit stones from the Evil Alliance.
If it was the head of a Qi Cultivation Great Perfection Blood Puppet Killer, it would be worth a thousand lower-grade spirit stones.
As for the human head of the thirteenth earth, it is worth three thousand medium-grade spirit stones in the Evil Alliance.
After a few days of drifting, the Chen family's ship finally successfully docked.
Chen Youcai personally came to the guest room and visited:
"Su Daoyou is Vientiane Island in front of him, and thanks to Daoyou's action on the way, we can get out of the hands of the blood puppet building."
"Please come with me to Chen's house as a guest, and I will repay you for saving your life."
After Su Ziming pondered slightly, he opened his mouth and refused:
"Thank you Chen Daoyou for taking care of me along the way, Su still has something to do, so don't leave it at that."
Seeing Su Ziming turn around to leave, Chen Youcai stepped forward and handed over a storage bag, and said, "Since Su Daoyou refuses to go to my Chen family as a guest, there are five hundred lower-grade spirit stones in this storage bag, please be sure to accept it." ”
"Okay, Chen Daoyou will say goodbye."
Hearing this, Su Ziming put away the storage bag and turned around and walked towards the island.
A day later, in a narrow corner of Vientiane Island, Su Ziming sat on the ground panting.
The four heads were neatly placed in front of him.
Get rich!
From the bodies of these four Blood Puppet Tower killers alone, Su Ziming found more than 2,800 lower-grade spirit stones, not to mention some treasures such as spirit weapons.
Among the four people, one is a Great Perfection cultivator, one is an eighth-level Qi cultivator, and two are seventh-level Qi practitioners.
Su Ziming soon carried these heads and came to the branch of the Evil Alliance on Vientiane Island.
With the heads of the four people and the heads of the black-robed monks, Su Ziming received a total of 2,300 spirit stones from the Evil Alliance.
It's really worthy of the gold belt of murder and arson.
After this incident, the spirit stones on Su Ziming's body reached more than 6,000 pieces, and he had never been so rich in the clan for so many years of penance.
"Brother Ziming!"
As soon as Su Ziming left the branch of the Evil Alliance, he heard a familiar voice behind him.
Su Ziming looked up and saw a sturdy one-armed man standing not far away, followed by several subordinates.
Su Ziming also looked at the one-armed man and said:
"Brother Ziyuan, it's been a long time."