Su Zimo turned around, his eyes fell on the vulture not far away, and asked lightly, "Say, what do you know." ”

"What are you talking about, you don't understand. ”

The vulture chuckled.

"Don't say it, die!"

Su Zimo was in the void, walking towards the vulture step by step, the speed was not in a hurry or slow, but a strong pressure was formed, surging!

It's a real sense of oppression!

The vultures even felt a suffocation!

His arms trembled slightly, and a flash of fear crossed his eyes, followed by madness.

The vulture's expression was a little hideous, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I can say it, but you have to promise to keep me alive!"

"You're not qualified to negotiate terms with me!"

Su Zimo's expression was cold, he came to the vulture, grabbed his throat directly, and was about to exert himself when a gust of fragrant wind hit.

"Zimo, leave it to me. ”

Ji Fairy's slender hand was on Su Zimo's wrist.

Su Zimo let go.

Ji Fairy came to the vulture, smiled charmingly, her eyes rippled, and asked softly, "Great Commander, why are you stopping me?"

The vulture's whole body was completely stunned, and his eyes were blurred, as if he had lost his soul.

"The second prince and the fourth prince are ready to jointly write a letter, abolish the third princess, and recommend the eldest prince as the son of heaven! The eldest prince is the eldest son, and he should inherit the unification, and the name of the third princess is not right, not to mention that she is still a daughter. ”

"What's wrong with my daughter?"

Ji Fairy raised her eyebrows, and said coldly: "Isn't my daughter the son of heaven? ”

"I think you're looking for death!"

Before the words fell, the fairy Ji reached out her fingers and gently brushed the vulture's throat.

A thin red line emerged.

The vulture stared at its eyes, and gradually came to its senses, covering its throat tightly with its hands, kicking its feet wildly, but still unable to stop the blood gushing!

Woohoo!

The vulture's eyes gradually dimmed, and his body fell, falling on the spot.

"The matter of the royal city needs you to intervene. ”

Su Zimo groaned: "With your identity, it is still possible to suppress this matter." ”

"Well, rest assured. Fairy Ji nodded.

Su Zimo turned around and returned to the chariot, helped Su Hong out, nodded at Fairy Ji, and said, "I'm leaving." ”

Before the words fell, Su Zimo had already galloped towards the distance, the speed was amazingly fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was already in the sky.

"Where are you going?"

Fairy Ji shouted from behind.

There was no response for a long time.

Ji Demon carefully wanted to chase her, but she knew that the Great Zhou Wangcheng needed her more at this time.

......

In the sky above the swallow land, a huge fierce bird swept by.

This fierce bird was covered with scales, burning with fine flames, its eyes were sharp, and it looked around, its wings spread out, and it was more than ten feet long!

Ancient relics, purple flame carving!

What is amazing is that behind Zi Yandiao, there is also a seemingly ordinary chariot.

There were two people sitting side by side on the chariot, a scholar with clear eyebrows and a gray-haired old man.

These two people are Su Zimo and Su Hong, who returned to Yandi.

Su Zimo captured an ancient relic and used it as a car for the time being, and there was a lot less trouble on the road.

The two passed through the thirteen cities of Yan Kingdom, which were slaughtered by the Liuli Palace, and they can still see that the bones left behind back then are piled up into a mountain!

On the city wall, the wind and the sun are exposed, and the blood stains left by those years have turned black.

Every time he passed a city, Su Hong would stop and kneel in front of these dry bones in front of this city.

The last city.

It was the Yan King City of the year.

Twenty years have passed, and the prosperity of the past is no more.

The old man of the year has also grown old.

Zheng Bo, Liu Yu, Yu Chihuo, Song Qi, and the former Xuanjia Iron Rider have all been buried under this rubble.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

"Twenty years ago, I should have been here, with you. ”

"Good brothers, I, Su Hong, am back!"

Standing on this piece of homeland, Su Hong was in tears and overwhelmed with grief.

In Su Zimo's eyes, there seemed to be a scene of the people of the Liuli Palace coming here and killing them.

In front of the cultivators, mortals have no power to resist, and their lives are like mustard!

Su Zimo lowered his head and looked blank.

These days, along the way, he has seen too many bones that have not been cold.

Killing, violence, starvation, displacement, plundering, biting, cannibalism......

All order has collapsed.

Human life is more despicable than ants!

The current scene is no worse than the hell in the Buddhist gate!

Under the shroud of war, the most miserable and helpless people are the people in the world, these mortals who have no spiritual roots and cannot practice.

In the bodies of these mortals, Su Zimo saw his own shadow.

Originally, he was the most ordinary member of it.

If there was no Butterfly Moon, there might be one of these roadside bones!

Su Zimo may be able to save one person, two people, or even a hundred people, but he can't save everyone.

He can't even save his own loved ones!

I can only watch Su Hongshou run out!

Along the way, Su Zimo was always thinking about a question.

Even if he came out ten years early, what could he do?

Can he save Su Hong?

After all, Su Hong is just a mortal, and after twenty years, thirty years, forty years, his longevity is exhausted, and the two will still experience separation after all.

Even if he hadn't offended the Liuli Palace, wouldn't the people in this world have suffered such a disaster?

When the war comes, it is these mortals who suffer first.

In front of cultivators, mortals can't control their own destiny at all!

Those who cultivate the truth can trample on the dignity of mortals at will.

No matter how much mortals struggle, it will not help.

If there was no Dieyue back then, Su Zimo would have been killed by Zhou Dingyun, who had returned from cultivation.

He was lucky.

There is a butterfly moon to change his life against the sky.

But who will change Su Hong's life?

Who will change the lives of the people in the world?

Could it be that these mortals, who have no spiritual roots and are unable to cultivate, are destined to become victims of war, rations for demon beasts, and bones at the feet of cultivators?

Su Zimo is not a saint.

He never thought that he would save the world from fire and water with his own strength.

He just wanted his loved ones to live.

He just thought, maybe...... All mortals in the world should have a chance to fight against fate!

"I'm going to stand up!"

Suddenly.

Su Zimo raised his head, clenched his fists, an unprecedented light burst out in his eyes, and said slowly, his tone was firm and unshakable!

"I want to break the shackles of fate that bind all beings!"

"What if you don't have a spiritual root?"

"I want to change my life for the common people!"

"I want all living beings in this world to practice and become immortals!"

This voice resounded through the heavens and the earth, deafening, and reverberating endlessly!

Bang!

As soon as the words fell.

It was a clear sky, but there was thunder and explosion.

As if it had alarmed the gods in the sky, a palpitating coercion shrouded it, like the power of heaven, irresistible!

At the same time.

On the Heavenly Desolate Continent, in the hidden places of all places, there are ancestors who wake up from the retreat, looking up at the sky, and their faces are shocked.

In the palace of mysteries.

An old man with a Confucian crown on his head seemed to feel something, pinched his fingers, and couldn't help but be shocked, and said: "Someone made a big wish, and even the heavens were alarmed!"

(End of chapter)