At the bottom of the burial dragon valley, there are not only the inheritance of the two super sects of Daming Temple and Fahua Temple, but also the behemoth of the northern region and the inheritance of the Daqian Empire.

Su Zimo has been dormant at the bottom of the Burial Dragon Valley for twenty years, isolated from the world, and his strength has grown to an extremely terrifying point!

This growth is not only reflected in the enlightenment of the Dharma.

The cultivation of the formation is also becoming more and more profound.

The three big arrays, one after another, and the lack of a while, can they all achieve such an effect.

In the sight of many mortals, those immortals who were originally high above seemed to have suddenly suffered something and fell from mid-air.

"How so?"

"Could it be that God opened his eyes and sent down punishment?"

Just when many mortals were confused, a figure slowly rose into the air!

This person is dressed in a green shirt, with delicate eyebrows, an indifferent expression, an eerie killing intent between his eyebrows, and a blood-colored long knife in his hand!

"This man is kind of familiar. ”

"It seems to be ......"

The old woman opened her mouth slightly, looked at the figure in mid-air in disbelief, and kept muttering: "It's him, it's him!"

"Grandma, who is it?"

The child in his arms also saw the figure in mid-air and asked curiously.

"Second son Su! It's the second son of the Su family!"

The old woman's voice trembled.

Decades have passed, and the old woman still recognizes Su Zimo at a glance.

Because, even though decades have passed, there is no trace left by the years on the face of this second son of Su, just as before!

Su Zimo looked sideways slightly, looked at the old woman and the child, nodded, and the killing between his eyebrows softened a lot.

The old woman was stunned.

This action is familiar, and in a trance, she seems to have returned to the past.

Even if he became an immortal, Su Ergongzi has not changed!

The child stared unblinkingly.

The same immortals.

But the child did not feel any fear and pressure on Su Zimo's body.

The child's original hanging heart gradually fell.

Su Zimo carried the blood quenching knife and walked in the air, condescendingly, looking down at Yuanying Zhenjun, who was fleeing in a hurry in Pingyang Town, with a faint sarcasm in his eyes.

"Still want to escape?"

Su Zimo fell from the sky, his arms raised high, the blood quenching knife trembled, and he seemed to be excited, and slashed down fiercely in the crowd!

A stream of blood gushed out!

Rumble!

The crowd was divided into two, a ravine was cut out on the ground, and the entire seven Yuanying True Monarchs were directly cut in half by this blood, and their internal organs were scattered all over the ground, and the fishy atmosphere was sky-high!

This is the first time he drank blood since the birth of the Blood Quenching Knife.

The blade is full of evil!

Su Zimo's body moved, and he instantly threw himself into the fleeing crowd.

The blood quenching knife is horizontal.

Airplanes!

A blood-colored ripple slowly spread, streaked through the void, and swept through the crowd!

Poof!

Under the shroud of blood-colored ripples, the heads of more than a dozen Yuanying True Monarchs seemed to have been slashed by a sharp blade, cut in half raw, and plasma gushed out!

The original god was imprisoned, and he didn't even have a chance to get out of his body, and he was wiped out on the spot!

"Gentlemen, don't run away again! if you keep running, you will be killed by this beast one by one!"

"Yundu Zhenjun, you break the formation quickly, we will fight to the death and buy time for you!"

"Yes, all the gentlemen work together!"

Everyone shouted, regrouped, burst out of qi and blood, and rushed towards Su Zimo.

The few True Monarchs at the forefront were body refiners, bursting out of qi and blood, dancing with Changge sword halberds to kill them.

Whoa!

Su Zimo's body was full of qi and blood, the sound of the tide was rolling, and with a backhand knife, the momentum was amazing.

The knife is heavy, like a storm crashing on the shore!

When!when!

The blood quenching knife slashed heavily at these Yuanying True Monarch's weapons, bursting out with tremendous power, like a surging tide, unstoppable!

"Poof!"

Someone couldn't support it, so he spurted out a mouthful of blood on the spot, the tiger's mouth was torn, the weapon flew out of his hand, and his body fell backwards.

Yuanying Zhenjun was imprisoned in the primordial spirit and spiritual power, and all that was left was his body and blood.

But how can these people's physical bodies, qi and blood power compare to Su Zimo!

What they hold in their hands is a magic weapon, but because the primordial god is imprisoned, they can't mobilize their mana, and the true power of the magic weapon is difficult to exert, and they can't stop the edge of the blood quenching knife at all!

Poof!

Poof!

The blood light flashed frequently, even if the remaining Yuanying True Monarch got together, they couldn't resist Su Zimo's killing!

After getting the inheritance of the Sword Emperor, after the Shura inheritance in this life, Su Zimo's attainments in sword skills have reached a rather terrifying level!

The countercurrent, stormy waves, whirlpools, and ripples of the fixed sea volume.

The ghost of the Shura knife cries, the blood flows, purgatory, the bones, the shadow, the walking corpse.

Sometimes it is fierce and uncasting, sometimes it is continuous like water, sometimes it is majestic, sometimes it is treacherous and gloomy......

The blood quenching knife was in Su Zimo's hands, drinking all the blood!

The blood light on the knife body is getting stronger and stronger, and it seems that the blood quenching knife has become excited!

In the town, there were bold mortals who couldn't bear it, and secretly opened a crack in the door, and looked outside, and saw such a scene that they would never forget.

The immortals who were originally high up and threatened to leave the chickens and dogs in Pingyang Town would not stay, but at this time they were fleeing in a hurry, embarrassed, and without the slightest demeanor of the immortals.

A man in a green shirt strolled along the long street with a blood-colored knife, leaving behind a corpse.

Everywhere I went, there was a river of blood!

It was a slaughter.

Kill immortals!

Yuanying Zhenjun, whose spirit and spiritual power are imprisoned, is like fish and meat in front of Su Zimo!

......

It's getting dark.

Yundu Zhenjun was sweating profusely, and on the edge of Pingyang Town, he buried his head in the formation.

This Forbidden Spirit Ancient Array and Forbidden God Ancient Array were extremely complex, and with his ability, it would be difficult to unravel them in a short period of time.

Fortunately, this foggy trap is not too difficult.

Listening to the screams coming from behind him, Yundu Zhenjun was even more flustered in his heart.

But he didn't look back.

He must not be distracted!

Break through the trap as soon as possible, this is their only chance to survive!

Time passed bit by bit.

I don't know how long it took for the clouds to clear.

Yundu Zhenjun breathed a long sigh of relief and sat down on the ground, already sweating.

In the sky, the morning sun is rising, and a ray of light breaks through the fog and falls on this town, everything looks so quiet and peaceful.

Yundu Zhenjun suddenly felt that something was wrong.

It's so quiet!

The cries behind him, the cries for mercy, the cries for help, all the hustle and bustle, I don't know when they have disappeared.

Click, click.

Footsteps rang out.

It's like the soles of people's feet, stained with some viscous liquid, and the sound of walking through the bluestone road.

Footsteps came behind him and suddenly disappeared.

A chill rushed up my spine!

Yundu Zhenjun didn't dare to look back.

A blood-colored blade slowly probed under his throat, exuding a strong bloody aura, and the edge of the blade was chilling!

"You're the last. ”

A voice sounded in his ears, gently, faintly, without the slightest emotion.

Poof!

Flashes of blood.

Yundu Zhenjun's head fell, and blood splattered.

The head rolled on the ground a few times, and finally faced Binh Duong Town.

His eyes widened.

Green shirts, bloody road.

Two very different colors, stimulating his last senses.

His consciousness blurred and eventually died out.

(End of chapter)