Eternal Sacred King Chapter 12: Night Talk

　　 The ground vibrates irregularly, and the hoof sounds like thunder.

　　 As the sun sets, a team of armor-clad cavalry rushes into Pingyang Town aggressively with long spears. The leader is the guard of the Su Mansion, Liu Yu.

　　 "Hurry up, hurry up!"

　　 Liu Yu kept urging, sweating on his forehead, his expression anxious.

　　 It has been nearly three hours since Su Zimo left Su Mansion. Even the calm and calm Uncle Zheng has endless worries in his eyes at this time.

　　 "Huh?"

　　 Liu Yu's eyes narrowed, and a few people not far away were pale and fled hurriedly towards this side, seeming to be greatly frightened.

　　 "These people are the guards of the Zhao family!" Liu Yu's heart was murderous, and he wanted to command and surround these people.

　　 Uncle Zheng said suddenly: "Leave them alone, first go to Zhao's house to save people!"

　　 On the way from entering Pingyang Town to Zhao’s family, Zheng Bo and others saw more than a dozen jianghu masters, and each of them looked terrified and rushed out desperately.

　　 "What happened?"

　　 Zheng Bo and Liu Yu are worried.

　　 Not long after, Zheng Bo and Liu Yu led hundreds of cavalry to the door of Zhao's house. Just as they were about to break in, the door of Zhao's house suddenly opened.

　　 A man and a woman walked out of it.

　　 The young girl's eyes were covered with several layers of cloth, with sporadic drops of blood splashing on it, her pretty face was pale, her body was still faintly trembling, very pitiful.

　　The clothes on the man's body were in tatters, and all were stained red with blood. He carried a blood-stained long knife in his left hand, and the woman in his right hand, and walked out of Zhao's house slowly.

　　 Everyone's eyes subconsciously passed the pair of men and women, and landed in the Zhao family courtyard.

　　 It was a creepy, unforgettable sight.

　　 The yard was littered with dead bodies, scarlet blood still flowing quietly in the cracks of the stone. Some people’s bodies were split in half, some people’s heads were broken, and some people’s heads and limbs were different and stumped. The broken arm was still twitching unconsciously.

　　 Death is filled, blood is so full!

　　 This is a terrible and eerie hell!

　　 The man was covered in blood, holding a long knife in his hand, as if he was a murderer who had just walked out of hell.

　　 But his eyes are still clear, and the afterglow of the setting sun falls on the man's slightly delicate and tender face, casting a mysterious light.

　　 Hundreds of horses, silent!

　　 Even the fierce horses under everyone seemed to be deterred by an invisible aura, their heads hung down, chilling.

　　 At this time, Su Zimo made everyone feel a little strange and familiar.

　　 Su Xiaoning seemed to feel something, she tore off the cloth strip in front of her, and couldn't help but look back at the Zhao family compound.

　　 Su Zimo stretched out his palm to block her gaze, and said softly: "Don't look, go home and rest, forget about today."

　　 "Uncle Zheng, Uncle Liu, send Xiao Ning back to the house." Su Zimo's tone sounded very calm, but for some reason, everyone present felt flustered.

　　 Uncle Zheng nodded, and Liu Yu hurriedly stepped forward to help Su Xiaoning mount his horse, and personally escorted to Su Mansion.

　　 Watching Liu Yu and the others leave, Su Zimo left slowly, his steps were a bit heavy, leaving behind a string of **** footprints, shocking.

　　"Second son, you..."

　　 Su Zimo waved his back to everyone and said, "Don't follow me."

　　 Hundreds of iron horses remained motionless, no one questioned or objected.

　　 Until Su Zimo's figure disappeared at the end of the long street, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 Facing this seemingly weak second son of the Su family, these fighters who have experienced iron-blooded killings felt like they were overwhelmed.

　　 "Mr. Zheng, almost all the people inside are dead, among them there are more than a dozen innate masters, including the Patriarchs of Zhao and Li!" Yu Chihuo ran out of the Zhao family compound and whispered.

　　 Everyone was in an uproar.

　　 Seeing the horrible scene in the Zhao family compound, even though everyone had prepared for it, no one thought that in just half a day, more than a dozen congenital masters would be buried here!

　　 More importantly, the Patriarchs of Zhao and Li died, and hundreds of jianghu masters were broken. These two families are equivalent to being removed from Pingyang Town.

　　 All these people were killed by the second son?

　　 This is the doubt in everyone's mind.

　　 Wei Chihuo frowned and said: "Mr. Zheng, I heard what the eldest son and Liu Yu said before. Three months ago, the second son seemed to be able to compete with the masters of the early innate period. How can it be three months later? , He has become so scary?"

　　Mr. Zheng looked complicated and sighed: "We guard some secrets and never mention them. Our second son, I am afraid there are many secrets."

　　……

　　 Su Zimo returned to his mansion, and the moment he closed the door, his face showed deep exhaustion.

　　 The few wounds on his body were painful even though he didn't lose much blood. What's more, Su Zimo had been fighting for the past three hours, without stopping for a moment, his muscles were already numb and swollen.

　　 Su Zimo paused for a while before entering the training ground.

　　 For half a year, Su Zimo found that he had an inexplicable dependence on the practice ground. Only after returning here did he feel like going home.

　　Dieyue still sits on the bluestone, her expression is cold, she doesn't even look at Su Zimo.

　　 But I don’t know when, the wooden barrel is already filled with dark liquid medicine, exuding a faint fragrance of medicine.

　　 Su Zimo threw away the Lei Knife, dragged his heavy body, crawled into the wooden barrel, feeling the cold brought by the liquid medicine, but his heart was warm.

　　 Unconsciously, Su Zimo fell asleep.

　　 After half a year of cultivation, the breathing method of the Body Tempering Sutra has become a habit. Even in his sleep, Su Zimo is still practicing, absorbing the essence of the liquid medicine, and tempering the flesh.

　　 This fight made Su Zimo really touch the threshold of flesh and blood fossils.

　　 If Su Zimo is awake, he will be surprised to find that the wound on his body is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

　　, on the one hand, comes from the powerful regeneration of flesh and blood after practicing the Body Tempering Sutra, and on the other hand, it comes from the endless essence in the liquid medicine.

　　 This time the absorption is much faster than usual!

　　 After only three hours of sleep, Su Zimo woke up, his fatigue was wiped out, and his body was full of strength.

　　 Su Zimo's heart moved, he went to touch the injured location today, but he didn't feel any scars, only the smooth jade skin!

　　 "What a powerful healing ability!" Su Zimo was secretly surprised.

　　 At the same time, Su Zimo's inspiration flashed, secretly operating the mind of the flesh and blood fossil.

　　 Su Zimo can clearly feel that his muscles are instantly tightened, every inch of flesh and blood is squeezed together, there is no gap, as hard as a rock.

　　"This is a blessing in disguise."

　　 Su Zimo secretly said: "If there is no such traumatic stimulation, in a short period of time, I am afraid it will be difficult to understand the profound meaning of flesh and blood fossils."

　　 Su Zimo got up and said to Dieyue: "I'll go out."

　　 Butterfly Moon is unheard of, as if she is closing her eyes and resting.

　　 Su Zimo walked out of the training ground, went back to the house to change into a blue shirt, and went straight to Su Mansion.

　　 About today's matter, Su Zimo was suffocated in his heart. It was not aimed at the people of Zhao and Li, but at the Su family and his eldest brother Su Hong.

　　 At this time, the night was thick and there was no one on the long street. Su Zimo used the plowing step and ran wildly, and after a while, he came to Su Mansion.

　　The gate of Su Mansion was not closed tightly, but it was open.

　　 Su Zimo groaned a little, and walked to Uncle Zheng's residence.

　　The small courtyard is not big, and there is a round stone table in the middle. Uncle Zheng is sitting there, and it seems that he has been waiting for a long time.

　　 "Second son, you are still here." Uncle Zheng was a little emotional.

　　Su Zimo sat at the stone table, looked at Uncle Zheng's eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Since I know what I came from, Uncle Zheng has to hide it?"

　　 Uncle Zheng smiled bitterly and shook his head.

　　"From childhood to age, my eldest brother forbids us to learn martial arts, sends us outside to study, and does not allow us to intervene in the family business...too many things, eldest brother is intentionally or unintentionally keeping Xiao Ning and me away from the Su family , Xiao Ning's mind is pure and can't feel it yet, but I have already noticed it."

　　 Su Zimo whispered: "If Xiao Ning had practiced martial arts a long time ago, there would probably be nothing to do today. I can see that the people who followed Uncle Zheng today are all masters who have experienced many battles, since The family has such a power, why didn’t it show up earlier? What business is the eldest brother doing, is he just selling horses? Why did he go to the country of Yan to do business instead of the country of Qi?"

　　 Uncle Zheng looked embarrassed, but he stopped talking.

　　 The two were relatively silent, and the atmosphere became extremely depressing.

　　 Su Zi's words were amazing, and suddenly he said: "My parents were killed by someone, right?"

　　 Uncle Zheng's expression changed, and he returned to normal in an instant.

　　 "Uncle Zheng, Zimo is no longer the weak scholar of the past. I believe you can see what the Su Family is afraid of? Who is the enemy of the Su Family, tell me!" Su Zimo held Zheng Bo's arm. , There was a cold light in his eyes.

　　 Uncle Zheng sighed: "Second Young Master, it’s not that I don’t want to say it. It’s that it’s not good for you to say it. You are indeed different from before. You have become stronger, and you can even kill many innate masters, but... …"

　　 paused for a while, Uncle Zheng shook his head and said: "But after all, that is only the power of mortals."

　　Familiar words, seemingly familiar.

　　 Six months ago, before Shen Mengqi left, he said to Su Zimo that even if you can practice martial arts in the future to reach the acquired and innate realm, it is only the power of a mortal, and it is vulnerable to immortals!

　　Uncle Zheng's words, Su Zimo understood.

　　 It's just that he didn't expect that many years ago, the enemy of the Su family was the legendary cultivator.

　　 And Su Zimo himself, by mistake, also offended the real Jindan. All this seemed to be fate, going round and round, but couldn't get out of that circle.

　　 "What is the realm of the enemy of the Su Family? Qi Qishi? Foundation building monk, or Jindan real person?" Su Zi asked indifferently.

　　 I’ve heard Die Yue say that during the practice, the mortals in the condensing state are called Qi practitioners, and they are divided into ten layers~IndoMTL.com~The tenth layer is Dzogchen, and you can only become A monk, the Golden Core Realm is worthy of the title of'real person'.

　　 "You..."

　　 Uncle Zheng obviously didn't expect that Su Zimo would know these practice terms, and he was surprised.

After 　　 for a while, Uncle Zheng said: "The foundation-building cultivator and Jindan real person are too far away from us. They are gas trainers, and they are definitely not something ordinary mortals can resist."

　　 "Although you can kill innate masters now, in the face of Qi Qi practitioners, even one level of Qi Qi practitioners is enough to kill you."

　　 Su Zimo frowned slightly.

　　 Regarding Uncle Zheng’s statement, Su Zimo naturally did not believe it.

　　 According to Die Yue, the cultivation of demons is also a kind of cultivation, and it is definitely not weaker than the three disciplines of fairy, buddha, and demons.

　　 He has now practiced into the body tempering chapter of the Twelve Demon Classics of the Great Wilderness. Isn't he even able to get a level of Qi Practitioner?

　　 What's more, the two fights over the past six months have greatly boosted Su Zimo's confidence.

　　 "Uncle Zheng, what you mean is that if I have the power to kill the qishi, you will tell me everything and no longer hide it?" Su Zimo asked again.

　　 "This..." Uncle Zheng hesitated and said: "Second son, you have no spiritual roots, you can only be a mortal in your life, and you can't compete with immortals after all."

　　 Su Zimo sneered, remembering a sentence Die Yue had said, and said it smoothly: "What kind of **** fairy is the trainer, even the real Jindan dare not call it an immortal!"

　　 When Dieyue said this sentence, Su Zimo was shocked by the arrogant and despising dominance of heaven and earth.

　　 Today's Uncle Zheng has the same expression, slightly opened his mouth, and his face is full of shock.

　　 "This matter, let's wait until the old man comes back." Uncle Zheng finally let go.

　　"Okay, when the eldest brother comes back, I will ask him."

　　 Su Zimo did not stop, turned and left.