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Naturally, he recognized the man.

Boys, to be exact.

Compared with three years ago, the boy's appearance has not changed much, but he is a little less childish, and a little more deeply that Liu Dahong can't really see.

"Sue... Su Gongzi..."Liu Dahong said stunned.

Su Changan bowed his head, but he expected Liu Dahong's surprise.

"I didn't expect to meet Brother Liu here, what a coincidence. Su Changan said to himself, and his body moved to the side of those dead bodies.

Su Changan is now a felony in the imperial court, and no one in the entire Great Wei knows the name of Su Changan, but now he appears in front of Liu Dahong so grandly. Although there had been an intersection before, Liu Dahong had a good impression of him, and Su Changan even rescued him.

But Liu Dahong is just a martial artist after all, and after seeing Su Changan's powerful means, his heart will inevitably fluctuate and be frightened.

He stood stunned for a while, and did not respond to Su Changan's words.

And the round businessman saw that the world was coming up, and he was about to say something, probably because he felt that Liu Dahong was not good at martial arts, and wanted the money for Su Changan to escort him to the north.

But he just walked to Su Changan's side, and the words had not yet come out of his mouth.

I saw Su Changan's hands suddenly open, and an incomparably cold breath rushed out of his body.

The breath had a certain suction, as if it was going to pull out the soul of a person, and even the uncultivated merchant instinctively felt a dangerous smell at that time, and he swallowed the words that came to his mouth, and his body took a few steps back before stopping.

And at this moment, Su Changan's eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of blood.

His mouth snapped open, and a beastly roar escaped his throat.

Among those dead corpses, several blood rays overflowed, turning into torrents and pouring into Su Changan's mouth.

Such a strange scene was naturally terrifying in the eyes of Liu Dahong and the others, their faces suddenly became extremely ugly, and their eyes at Su Changan also became terrified.

But Su Changan was still unaware of their gaze, and after he absorbed those blood qi, the blood light in his eyes suddenly receded.

Then he turned around and looked at Liu Dahong and the others again, and the corners of his mouth rose.

"I'm also going back to the Northland, and Liu Dangtou will give me another ride. ”

Su Changan left Xijiang City in April.

With his footsteps, three months is enough to make a round trip to Dawei, and now he has only arrived at Yumen Pass, because he has done something else in the middle.

He returned to Chang'an.

To be precise, he sneaked back to Chang'an, returned to the empty Tianlan Courtyard, and found the complete version of the book of the Underworld Blood Chronicle in the library pavilion.

He wanted to cultivate this ancient cult, and now, he had begun to put it into practice.

This is an extremely dangerous thing, and the pros and cons of it Su Changan have already considered.

Sima Xu was eyeing the tiger, the blood revenge of Beitongxuan and others had not been avenged, and Qingluan was still waiting for him to save him in Xingchen Pavilion.

Since he met Mo Tingyu, in the past five years, he has met too many people he likes, but most of them have died.

Su Changan didn't want them to die, he wanted to protect them, but he was too weak after all, and every time a catastrophe came, he didn't do anything except hide under their arms.

He had lost enough, and he didn't want it to happen again.

So, he wants to become stronger, in the fastest and most effective way.

And the Immortal Book Blood Chronicle, this cult book, is naturally the best shortcut.

He hesitated, cults are cults after all, and rumors that he can demagogue are not groundless.

Su Changan had carefully studied the reason for this before cultivating, probably as Tuoba Yuanwu said that day, cultivators were unable to hold on to their true hearts because they had absorbed too many resentments. As a result, he was lost in the curse of the unjust soul and became a monster that only knew how to kill.

But the way that Su Changan walked was the way of immortals, and he had slashed the demons in the Heavenly Dao Pavilion, his soul was extremely powerful, and once he cultivated, even the ghost fire of the hidden capital would be difficult to hurt in the slightest.

As long as it is used properly, Su Changan is confident that he can control it.

Although his cultivation has reached the realm of asking Dao, although the Dao Star is only one realm away, it is the difference between cloud and mud, and there are many geniuses and demons in this world who are trapped in the realm of Dao, and they cannot break the realm for the rest of their lives, and in the end they can only end up with regrets.

Su Changan wasn't sure if he could reach that realm, and even if he could, he didn't know if those enemies would be able to give him so much time.

So he didn't have a choice.

can only take risks to cultivate this dark book blood age.

I just want to be able to achieve the death of the stars as soon as possible to fight against something that is coming.

It is a bit cruel to do this, but Su Changan has lost too much, and he is unwilling to lose anything again, because what he has is already small.

At the moment when the Jiangdong swordsman turned into a powerful ghost, at the moment when he confided that vicious oath to Tuoba Yuanwu.

The former Su Changan is dead.

The boy died.

He doesn't understand the turmoil in this world, and he doesn't understand the game of the superiors.

He just wanted to hold on to what he had and would rather die than let go.

He couldn't be the jackal that lurked in the forest, but he had the determination to defend his territory.

Just as Yuheng wanted.

The young lion, at this moment, finally retreated from immaturity and became a male lion with supreme determination like him.

Liu Dahong was stunned, the smile on Su Changan's face was so clear, it was no different from what he saw three years ago, but he clearly did such a terrible thing.

At that time, cold sweat slowly left along Liu Dahong's forehead.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and forced his composure: "Hehe, good!"

The group packed up the things scattered by the bandits, and set out on the road again.

Su Changan and Liu Dahong walked at the front of the team, and the remaining men behind them led the merchant and his beautiful concubine to the back of the line with a carriage.

Maybe it was because the methods that Su Changan showed just now were too terrifying, whether it was the guys of the dart team or the businessman, they deliberately kept their distance from him.

Even Liu Dahong, who had been walking beside Su Changan, Su Changan was keenly aware that his breathing was extremely chaotic, and dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Are you afraid?" The dart team traveled ten miles, and as the sky gradually ended, Liu Dahong organized his men to start camping, preparing to rest here for another night.

When these things were done, Su Changan walked over and asked softly beside him.

The voice, which was originally very ordinary and even a little good, fell on Liu Dahong's ears, but it inexplicably shocked the body of this dart man who had been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, and the sweat that disappeared on his forehead reappeared.