Eternal Sacred King Chapter 1425: Blood debts are paid for!

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"Huh?"

Su Zimo followed the prestige.

This voice is too soft, as thin as a mosquito.

If it weren't for his strong ears, he wouldn't be able to detect it.

Su Zimo's gaze fell on a female sister in the crowd.

The nun was unkempt, curled up into a ball, hiding in the crowd, her eyes were more vibrant and energetic than the others.

"You are..."

Su Zimo's eyes narrowed slightly, as if recalling something, he tentatively asked: "Tang Poetry?"

Hearing the name, the sister nodded repeatedly.

The female cultivator wiped away the dirt on her face indiscriminately, revealing her facial features. Although they are still dirty, they can be identified.

"It's really you!"

Su Zimo was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, among this Nandou faction, I could really see an old person.

Tang Shiyun stood up, seeming to want to walk towards Su Zimo, but she was a little afraid and hesitated.

"Come on, I won't hurt you."

Su Zimo nodded.

On hearing these words, Tang Shiyun mustered up the courage and walked out of the crowd.

The first beauty of the Nandou School back then is no longer in style.

At the beginning, the two met for the first time in the ancient battlefield, and they were both in the Golden Core Realm.

Now, Su Zimo has stepped into the state of integration and has become an omnipotent power.

The cultivation base of Tang Shiyun is only in the Yuan Ying state.

The gap between the two sides is already getting bigger and bigger.

In the ancient battlefields, how many hundreds of thousands of arrogances could really catch up with Su Zimo's footsteps?

"Ten years ago, did you ever meet a monk from Lanlan Temple?"

Su Zimo looked at Tang Shiyun and asked in a deep voice.

Tang Shiyun recalled it and asked: "Does this monk look young and still holds a blue lantern in his hand?"

"Yes!"

Su Zimo's eyes lit up, and he asked: "Where is he, is he still alive?"

At the time when he was in the preaching place, Mingzhen appeared and fought side by side with him. The magic weapon of life was a blue light!

"Ten years ago, thanks to this monk, my Nandou faction escaped some monks."

Tang Shiyun sighed slightly, and said: "It's just that this monk is not cultivated enough, and he still can't beat the young master of the blood cane tribe. He suppressed it. After so many years, I must have...has been dead." /

Su Zimo made a fist slightly, his expression cold.

"Su Dao...Senior Su, are you here to save us?"

Tang Shiyun realized that the gap between the two sides was too great, and it was no longer appropriate to call Daoyou, so she quickly changed her words and asked a little nervously.

"Hmm."

Su Zimo nodded, took out some panacea, put it in a storage bag, and handed it to Tang Shiyun, saying: "divide these panacea, you leave here as soon as possible!"

Tang Shiyun trembling with her hands, took the storage bag, and tears burst out in an instant.

It's just that the other monks still look numb, staring at this scene blankly, without any joy of seeing the sky again.

"These people..."

Su Zimo looked at the expressions of these monks, and there was a wave of sadness in his heart.

Tang Shiyun smiled bitterly: "Ten years ago, the blood vine clan came to this place. The suzerain of my Nandou faction died in battle, and three great powers fell, one and a half ancestor."

"But under the conquest of the blood vine tribe, we could not resist it. In less than a day, the entire Nandou faction fell into the control of the blood vine tribe."

"Except for the monk who helped escape hundreds of people, the other hundreds of thousands of sect disciples were all raised by the blood vine tribe as animals, just to get fresh blood."

"Over the years, the blood vines have locked us here and banned mana, we can't even do it!"

Hearing this, the murderous intent in Su Zimo's eyes is already gushing out.

Tang Shiyun said sadly: "For ten years, the blood cane tribe will eat hundreds of Nandou monks every day. No matter how we beg and struggle, it will not help us. We can only watch the same door next to us, a little bit. Reduction."

"That's a fellow of hundreds of thousands! Today, there are only more than ten thousand of us!"

Tang Shiyun couldn't support it either, and she had a nervous breakdown and burst into tears.

These monks open their eyes every day, and they don't know whether they can live through today or whether they will be eaten as blood.

"In the beginning, we still had a glimmer of hope."

Tears were on Tang Shiyun's face, and she smiled miserably: "After all, hundreds of fellows have escaped. They will go to other doors and other super sects for help. Maybe someone from the human race will come to rescue us from the sea of ​​suffering."

"But, we waited and waited, one year, two years, five years...no one came."

"We finally gave up."

Su Zimo is silent.

With clenched fists, too hard, the knuckles are extremely pale!

Even if the monks of the Nandou faction go out for help, no sect forces will come over and rescue them from the sea of ​​suffering.

Who would provoke an enemy like the Bloodvine Clan because of some unprovoked monks?

Terran’s easy life has been too long.

The spirit of the ancient times, that kind of sharpness, the kind of iron-blooded passion that dared to fight the fierce race, the kind of unyielding and tenacious iron bone!

The sages of the ancient human race, whether they are low-level monks or powerful ancestors, are all righteous and daring. If you see today's scene, I am afraid that I will cry in tears and cry!

Most of today's cultivators have even forgotten the hardships that the human race experienced in the ancient times!

Forgetting that in the battle of the ancients, the ancestors fell, the emperors bleed, countless human race powerhouses struggled to fight, only in exchange for the human race's eternal prosperity and peace!

Even the super sects like Randeng Temple, one of the six Buddhist sects, are taking care of themselves. Who will stand up to save the Nandou faction?

"I came a little later."

Su Zimo looked at the Nandou faction and slowly said: "But don't worry, you guys, if I stay here today, no one can hurt you!"

Except for a few people, a glimmer of hope rekindled in their eyes, and the rest of them were still lifeless and numb.

"Dear friends, he is a wild martial artist, who is famous all over the world, who founded martial arts!"

Tang Shiyun is trapped here, and his understanding of Su Zimo is still in the rumors he heard before.

She also didn't know that Su Zimo was already a great fit.

"In Vientiane City, he suppressed the Rakshas and the Protoss, and saved the Human Race Tianjiao! The Wild Martial Daoist is here, we have the hope to escape alive!"

Tang Shiyun looked at the Nandou faction, took out the spirit pills in the storage bag, and passed them to the monks while talking.

Most people are indifferent.

"What's the use of Dharma and Daojun~IndoMTL.com~Half of the ancestors are dead! They are all dead! Hahahaha!" A monk laughed madly.

Su Zimo looked sad.

Although these people are still alive, they are no different from the dead.

"Please kill me, Lord Martial Artist, and give me a joy. For me, this is the greatest relief." A monk bowed his head to Su Zimo, begging in a low voice.

"The Lord of the Martial Arts of Seeking Desolation will give me a wait to die!"

A large group of monks knelt down.

Looking at this scene, Su Zimo's eyes were red, and there was a wave of anger and sorrow in his heart. There was nowhere to vent, and finally he looked up to the sky and screamed!

"Spatholobus clan, I want you... to pay for your blood!"

Today's two updates are sent in a row, tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone goes to bed early.

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