Eternal Sacred King Chapter 908: The sword without a trace

"No way!"

Su Zimo shook his head and said categorically: "Without the Zongmen seniors, the three of you are going out at this sensitive time. It's too risky!"

He is younger than Nangong Ling's trio.

But the seniority is great.

In this matter, he can't watch Nangong Ling and the three go on an adventure!

What's more, in the past two months, every time he watched the Heavenly Slaughter Sword Art for a while, when he left the cave to breathe, he would feel prying!

If this person is a disciple of the Bailian School, just out of curiosity, that's all.

If it is the eyeliner buried in the Bailian Sect of other sects, or the eyeliner buried in the Palace of Dark Fire, then their every move will be exposed!

In other words, once they leave the sect, they are extremely likely to be targeted!

"Little Master, it's okay!"

Ruxuan said coquettishly: "Fengyun City is in the middle of the four side gates, not too far away from our Bailian Gate, there is no danger."

Su Zimo was about to shake his head to refuse, and inadvertently, he looked up and saw Liu Hanyan standing next to him.

Although the quiet woman never spoke, she looked at him with a hint of expectation in the depths of her eyes.

Su Zimo felt soft.

Liu Hanyan has been under too much pressure during this period.

This trip may also relieve her nervousness.

So far, Su Zimo's heart is already concerned.

Nangong Ling looked at Su Zimo, snorted, and said: "Who said that Senior Zongmen is so busy, the little uncle in front of us is quite free."

Su Zimo stood up and said faintly: "Well, I'll accompany you out and around."

"Huh?"

This time, Nangong Ling was surprised at the wheel.

He just said casually, running on Su Zimo, but he didn't think that the latter was uncharacteristically, but he agreed.

Nangong Ling felt regretful and complained for a while.

"Oh!"

Ru Xuan clapped her hands and cheered, beaming with joy.

Even Liu Hanyan breathed a sigh of relief, the tangled melancholy between his eyebrows seemed to have faded a lot, his eyes gleamed, and he bowed to Su Zimo Yingying, and said softly: "Thank you, Master."

"It's okay to accompany you around the rally, but I have to say something."

Su Zimo looked serious, and said solemnly: "The three of you are playing and playing, but you can't leave me within three feet of my range. Is it possible to do it?"

"Oh, yes, yes!"

Ru Xuan urged, pulled Su Zimo's sleeves, and walked out, muttering in her mouth: "Little Master, you are really nagging."

Nangong Ling curled his lips, disapproving, and muttered in a low voice: "What can you do within three feet by your side? I can live forever!"

Before speaking, Nangong Ling suddenly felt his neck tighten, and his whole body was grabbed by the neck, and he picked it up in the air!

"Who, who!"

Nangong Ling looked flustered, his face flushed, and his legs kicked in mid-air, feeling that all the strength of his body disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, a rough face appeared in front of his eyes.

Su Zimo grasped Nangong Ling with one hand, and said with a smile but a smile: "I can't guarantee immortality, but at least you can save your life!"

"You, you, let me go!"

Nangong Ling desperately tried to mobilize mana and qi and blood.

But for some reason, under the confinement of Su Zimo's palm, his whole body could not be mobilized, so he could only hold it.

"Hahahaha!"

Ru Xuan is naturally unscrupulous and laughs loudly.

Nangong Ling felt even more face lost, and almost fainted on the spot with anger.

Suddenly!

He felt his body loose, his body fell, and he had regained his freedom.

Nangong Ling was furious and wanted to argue with Su Zimo, only to find that Su Zimo had left the cave and walked outside.

Nangong Ling chased up angrily, silently.

Su Zimo is his junior uncle after all.

He can't fight against Su Zimo in a big crowd. If Master knows about this matter, he is afraid that he will be expelled from the teacher's door!

Outside the sect, Ruxuan patted her small hand on the storage bag, and directly sacrificed a spirit boat, which quickly swelled. Inside, she had tea and spirit fruit, everything she wanted.

"Little Master, let's go!"

After speaking, Ruxuan jumped up first, and Su Zimo and others followed.

With this spirit boat on the way, Su Zimo was free and uninteresting, and took out the Heavenly Killing Sword Art to continue to comprehend and practice.

During this time, his whole body and mind were almost devoted to the Heavenly Slaughter Sword Art, he rested for a while when he was tired, and then he continued to comprehend.

Su Zimo has a hunch, he is already about to touch the fur of this sword art!

The spirit boat galloped all the way, and after half a day, the speed slowly dropped.

Looking forward, the outline of a huge city is gradually clear on the horizon ahead!

Wind and Cloud City!

It takes the meaning of the occasion.

Before arriving at Wind and Cloud City, there were already more monks nearby.

Someone walks with a sword.

Someone came by the wind.

There are monks stepping on auspicious clouds, and true monarchs driving the red-headed cranes.

Put away the spirit boat, and the four of Su Zimo descend in Fengyun City.

This city is huge, and the city is even more lively.

You can see monks from various sect forces everywhere, and on both sides of the road, there are countless monks’ booths.

The magic weapon can be seen everywhere.

A dazzling array of ancient books and secrets.

Spirit pill, everything is dazzling.

Some monks are even more stubborn and ignore the demeanor of the immortal family.

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Ru Xuan bounced around every stall, fiddling with curiosity but not buying, causing countless eyes.

Nangong Ling Yibu followed Liu Hanyan, paying attention to the eyes of her sweetheart, ready to make a move at any time to help her sweetheart buy treasures!

Su Zimo is still the same, holding the Heavenly Slaughter Sword Art in his hands, lazily following behind the three of them.

He is indeed comprehending the Heavenly Killing Sword Art.

But at the same time, Chifa Yinshen hid in the corner of Shihai, and did not relax his vigilance, paying attention to the surrounding movement.

"Look over there, Feiyumen Tianjiao Wu Tianyu has appeared!"

"Wu Tianyu, the eleventh place on the vision list this time, did not expect him to come so early."

"Go and see, I haven't seen what the eleventh monk looks like."

Many monks were talking, rushing in that direction.

The monks on the vision list, wherever they go, are the center!

"Dare to ask fellow Daoists, but Nangong Ling, the 83rd place in the vision list?"

At this moment, a monk stepped out and asked Nangong Ling with a fist.

Nangong Ling didn't say a word, just stood with his hand holding his hand, with a proud look, and nodded.

The monk looked happy and quickly said: "It's really a Daoist in Nangong, I have been admiring for a long time. It is a great honor to see Daoist here this time!"

At this moment, there was another uproar in the crowd behind him.

"Look, there is no trace of the sword!"

"Ah! It's him!"

The monk who was standing in front of Nangong Ling was even more excited, as if he could no longer see the existence of Nangong Ling, following the crowd, he went straight to the sword without a trace.

Even Nangong Ling showed a trace of fear and whispered: "The sword is gone, the third in the list of visions!"