Eternal Sacred King Chapter 511: Little ghosts are hard to come by

Knowing that the ruins of this great dry land are not good, Su Zimo didn't dare to be careless, so he slowly landed on the edge, looked around, and then moved forward.

Even if the imperial capital was so prosperous, now there are only a few ruins and ruins left.

Walking on the dust and rubble, Su Zimo sighed with emotion.

Cultivating immortals, cultivating immortals, most monks, the way they cultivate and the way they seek is nothing more than the word ‘longevity’.

But who can survive the power of time?

In ancient times, the emperors stood side by side, and there were countless powerful ancestors, but now, they have all passed away, leaving behind legends.

Su Zimo didn't know much about the ruins of Dagan, and he didn't dare to walk too fast. He moved his ears, his eyes were exquisite, he ran the world, seeing and hearing, and feeling the movement around him.

Along the way, I have also encountered some monks, many of whom are gas practitioners and foundation builders.

These monks were extremely cautious and cautious. After seeing Su Zimo, they looked jealous, and quickly hid away and took a detour.

In this ruin, in addition to its own dangers, it is naturally very common to kill people and win treasures!

In a blink of an eye, an hour passed.

Su Zimo found nothing in the ruins, but found some broken pieces of spiritual artifacts buried in the gravel, and threw them away.

Of course, there was no danger.

It was late at night, the moonlight was bright, and the surroundings were quiet and terrifying.

"Strange."

Su Zimo frowned secretly.

"Ah!"

At this moment, there was a scream not far away, screaming and piercing!

Su Zimo's heart stunned, thinking a little bit, but decided to take a look.

If he knows the source of the danger, he can also be prepared.

Su Zimo flickered and galloped toward the source of the sound.

It didn't take long for me to see an air trainer standing in front of him, with his back facing Su Zimo, with a clear breath of life, but he was motionless.

A few monks stood in the distance and watched.

Su Zimo gave a light cough and raised his voice: "This fellow Taoist?"

The air trainer in front of him heard Su Zimo's voice, his figure moved, and he slowly turned his head back.

Seeing this person's appearance, Su Zimo was startled.

This person's Yintang was black, his lips were purple, and his pale face was extremely terrifying under the moonlight, and he showed a weird grin at him.

Seeing this smile, Su Zimo's hairs stood up all over.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

The man let out a weird laughter, grinned, opened his arms, and leaped towards him.

After another thought, Su Zimo quickly calmed down.

If he is a newcomer to the realm of comprehension, he may be a little bit shocked in the face of this situation.

But he is now a real Jindan, even if he has not encountered such a situation, he can still guess the same!

Facing the oncoming air trainer, Su Zimo did not dodge or avoid, stretched out his palms, and did not move, and landed directly on the person's forehead, lightly patted, and lightly shouted:

"Fantasy, dare to hurt others, get out of here!"

"Yeah!"

A scream came from the body of the air trainer.

A ghost floated out of the air trainer’s heavenly spirit cover, illusory and transparent, making it difficult to detect.

This ghost felt the aura on Su Zimo's body, and was frightened and panicked, and immediately fleeed towards the distance.

The figure of the trainer shook for a while, and his lips and face recovered a little blood.

But this person was sluggish, his arms and legs were weak, and the whole person fell limply, extremely weak and gasping for breath.

"Thank you, senior."

The air trainer panted and thanked him.

"Recover for a while and leave this place as soon as possible. Stay here again for fear of life!" Su Zimo said in a deep voice.

"Good, good."

The air trainer nodded quickly.

The people who are possessed by the Qi-trainers are just some ghosts. They don't have much mana. At most, they are possessed by mortals and low-level monks. This is the "ghost upper body" in folklore.

The kid is difficult to deal with, but he dare not provoke three kinds of people.

The first is the monk with strong mana.

Ordinary foundation builders are no longer afraid of little ghosts.

Secondly, people with masculinity.

Whether it is a cultivator or a mortal, as long as the body is strong and strong, it can resist most demons and diseases.

Su Zimo has cultivated to the realm of blood like ocean tides. Even if he does not need to be urged, he is like a blazing sun, a blazing furnace, and the little devil does not dare to approach it!

So, as Su Zimo walked all the way, the little devil shunned him and didn't dare to step forward at all.

Third, people who are upright and upright.

Reading a hundred schools of economics and cultivating good spirits.

A righteous person can be calm and calm in the face of temptations or threats.

The body of a mortal, suffers from the disaster of prison, and never gets sick in a prison with harsh conditions, because of the awe-inspiring righteousness in the body!

The sages once said that the rich cannot be lewd, the poor cannot be moved, and the mighty cannot be yielded.

Actually, this is the realm of Haoran's righteousness!

The folks often say that they don't do bad things and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. This is also the truth.

If you don't do bad things, you will not be guilty. If you are upright, you will be fearless!

When I was a child, Su Zimo even heard some legends.

The world of peach and plum, the upright confucian, even though he is a mortal body, is already in his twilight years, his body is weak, and the evil spirits dare not get close to him under loud rebuke. With a loud roar, they can shake the demons and demons into dust!

Ten thousand years ago, tens of millions of living beings died in this place overnight. The grievances were extremely heavy, and the ghosts persisted. I don't know how many such lonely wild ghosts gathered.

Among such a large number of little ghosts, ghosts will inevitably be raised!

The kid is hard to deal with, but not killing.

Spooky ghosts, fierce ghosts, evil ghosts, are killing people!

Even if the foundation-building cultivator and Jindan are slightly careless, they may die!

Su Zimo continued to move forward, and as the night sinks, he has gradually penetrated into the ruins.

It didn't take long.

From all directions, there was a stern laughter, erratic and creepy!

Su Zimo sneered slightly, and continued to move forward without stopping.

Huh!

The bad wind blows.

Su Zimo's black hair was slightly fluctuating, his expression was calm, composed, and there was no panic in his eyes.

"Go on, it will take your life!"

In the bad wind, a woman's sharp voice came.

Su Zimo is unmoved.

Just walked out more than ten meters away~IndoMTL.com~ An illusory and hazy figure appeared behind him, wearing a robe with blood dripping, and his black hair hanging on the ground.

A stern face is looming among the black hair.

Li Gui stretched out his hands, his black nails, and silently rushed towards Su Zimo.

Su Zimo seems to be unaware of it.

Li Gui's hands just touched Su Zimo's body, his expression changed drastically, and he screamed.

On Su Zimo's body, the blood is rising, flashing thunder light, dazzling!

Thunder and lightning are the most upright force in the world, and are the most restrained against evil things.

Where did Li Gui expect that the power of thunder and lightning was still contained in Su Zimo's bloodline, and he was instantly hit by thunder and lightning, and disappeared into the invisible.

From beginning to end, Su Zimo's footsteps did not stop for a while.

There were other ghosts who were still hovering around it. Seeing this scene, they coincided with each other and all dispersed.