A serpent-like gaze rises from behind.

For the first time, Su Wu knew what it meant to have substance in the gaze.

evil

greedy

All kinds of dark wills are not concealed at all, and the red fruit is being released.

Hearing these words, the corners of Su Wu's mouth rose slightly, and he slowly turned his body and looked at the person who came.

This is a young man.

Dressed in blue-gray satin, he carried a slender sword at his waist, and his eyes were extremely narrow, but the pupils in the middle were established, like a slit.

Like a snake's eyes!

At the edge of the ear, there are faint white strange substances that look like snake scales.

At first glance, this man really looked like a poisonous snake coiling there, staring at Su Wu with greedy eyes, as if he was eating in his mouth.

"This is an immortal cultivator?"

Looking at the man in front of him, Su Wu sighed slightly in his heart.

I can't tell if it's disappointment or what.

This is equivalent to the first time he has seen an immortal cultivator, and the third lady is a demon, so she is not included in this list. Even those who already know that immortal cultivators are also the ones who control the story.

But he still has a trace of luck, thinking about whether there are myths and legends, the kind of immortals who travel to the North Sea in the twilight and are free in the world.

Even if it is the worst, it is the breeze and the sword, accompanied by fairy light.

However, the immortal cultivator in front of him told him truthfully that the so-called immortal cultivators in this world, whether they are immortals, demons, or even legendary demons, are just a group of existences that control the story species.

Saying that they are immortals is only because of their divine means, but in the end, these guys are more like demons in the Nine Hells.

Su Wu didn't know if there were immortals in this world similar to those in his mind, if not, then this world would be too desperate.

"Perhaps, this is the real Journey to the West? The so-called immortals are just the beautification of those who control these stories? Sun Wukong, are you too desperate for the immortals in this world to raise your courage and resist the heavenly court like an abyss?"

Su Wu's mood was quite heavy.

To be honest, he doesn't see the slightest hope for the future of this world. All of them are struggling, ordinary people are struggling in a miserable life, and the immortals are struggling in the erosion of the story species.

There is no hope, only despair, and all roads are reduced to stories in the end.

Perhaps, this whole world is a huge kind of story.

"You know what?"

"I'm disappointed!"

Su Wu looked at the snake-like man and said with a soft sigh.

"What?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Hurry up and hand over the treasures, no one has dared to rob our Guanyin Temple yet. ”

The snake-like man, named Zhang Heng, is the ninth generation of Guanyin Academy, and the youngest generation of disciples.

It has been passed down for 500 years. The presiding officer of the Kannon Temple, who survived the catastrophe of the heavens and the earth of that year, founded it 500 years ago.

I heard that behind the host, there was a powerful immortal, who saved his life in the catastrophe and founded the Wumen sect that lasted for five hundred years.

Although Zhang Heng is only a ninth-generation disciple, he has already contained the story fragments of the Greedy Snake Seed, completed the foundation building, and is in the early stage of foundation building.

His strength is not something that a low-level martial artist can resist.

He looked at Su Wu, although he was full of qi and blood, but there was no strong story information around, and occasionally there was a little bit, which was probably also revealed by treasures, and at the same time, his body was not eroded by the story species.

So, a warrior he will be afraid?

A martial artist above level four, he may still weigh one or two, and this guy in front of him ......

Dare to rob their Guanyin Academy, I'm afraid I'm impatient?

"What are you disappointed about? Hand over the treasure, it's not something you can have. ”

"You warriors are just fooling around, take it for granted. And how can you absorb the power of the treasure? ”

"Also, I look at your qi and blood, it should be around the third level, and you haven't broken through the fourth level yet. It just so happens that my side has been short of manpower recently, so let me be a slave for a while, and I'll find an opportunity to help you break through the fourth-level martial artist. ”

Zhang Heng waved his hand impatiently.

During this time, he was guarding Fuling Town, and he felt that the people available at hand were too scarce. Ordinary first- and second-level martial artists couldn't go deep into the depths of Fuling Mountain to investigate, and every time he went there in person, this could greatly delay his cultivation.

And the third-level martial artist in front of him, although the origin is unknown, is just right.

A third-level martial artist is just a martial artist, what kind of wind and waves can he stir up?

"Minions?"

"I'm getting more and more disappointed with you guys!"

Su Wu shook his head and sneered.

He is also too lazy to talk nonsense. In the next moment, the qi and blood of the whole body rose up, forming a strong flame state around the body.

"What, you still can't resist?"

"It's really ...... for your face"

Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment, and then said with a sneer. He didn't expect Su Wu to really dare to resist his orders, which was interesting.

When did a warrior become so dignified?

Still young, strong in blood!

While thinking, he manipulated the story fragments in his body, and the phantom of the snake rose behind him.

However, before he could start attacking.

I saw that Su Wu's body suddenly rose with a creepy and distorted story information!

That richness made Zhang Heng swallow all the words in his mouth. A mouth, a wide, forked tongue, can't help but show it.

"This intensity ......"

"The story ...... this contains"

"I'm a!"

"Immortal cultivators in the Pulse Opening Period!"

"My lord, spare your life!"

Plop!

Zhang Heng knelt directly on the ground. Behind him, the phantom of the snake was even more prostrate on the ground, trembling.

Quite happy from the heart.

However, Su Wu's attack did not stop in the slightest.

The blazing qi and blood contained a strong cold aura, which directly sealed all the surroundings.

Inch by inch of cold ice, at an instantaneous speed, spread to Zhang Heng's side, completely freezing him and the phantom snake on the ground, leaving only one head, exposed outside.

The people around looked at all this in a daze, especially Zhu Fu, who couldn't understand how the big savior he moved in couldn't be a lifetime one second, and why did he kneel so happily the next second!

How can you resist it!

You're too cowardly, aren't you?

What about the integrity of the immortal cultivator?

What about the immortal cultivators who say that they are going forward?

The original legends of Teniang are all deceptive?!!

"My lord, I was deceived, you don't remember the villain! ”

Zhang Heng, who only had one head that could still move, wanted to cry without tears, and looked at Su Wu with snake-like pupils in tears.

One heart, I almost didn't scold the Zhu family!

Damn, this is just a pit!

I almost went to see my ancestors. His great career as an immortal cultivator hadn't started yet, how could he just leave?

"I asked!"

"You answer!"

"If you answer wrong, your head will be frozen inside. ”

Su Wuyi waved his hand, condensed an icy chair behind him, sat down slowly, leaned back, and then said lightly.

Look, this is the big guy's style!

......