Chapter 432: Bloodless Blade

The next day the Emperor's Hall came, Su Zimo left Xuantian City.
He did not bring the night spirit, but chose to keep it with Xiao Ning to protect Xiao Ning's safety.
Although Xiao Ning has been inherited from the Danchi Sect and worshipped in the Danyang Gate, he will certainly be taken seriously, but Su Zimo is still uneasy.
Only when Ye Ling followed him would he feel a little relieved.
After returning from Dan Chizong, Xiao Ning was extremely happy.
Because, in Dan Chizong's inheritance memory, Xiao Ning finally found a elixir that can increase longevity-Changsheng Dan!
However, Changsheng Dan is a third-order miracle.
At Xiao Ning's current level of alchemy, it cannot be refined at all.
Before leaving, Xiao Ning smiled and said to Su Zimo: "Relax, I will definitely make Changshengdan as soon as possible, and continue my elder brother's life!"
Renewing his life for his elder brother, this is the only reason for Xiao Ning to become an alchemist.
Thinking back to Xiao Ning's smile, Su Zimo was in a good mood, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Su Zimo did not choose to walk with anyone.
Because from the moment he was ready to take the fight for the inheritance of the imperial palace, he had already planned to change his face and hide all the origins of his identity!
The imperial palace came down, and Su Zimo had to face almost all the super gates on the continent.
If a war breaks out and blood is born, I am afraid it will be hard to end by then.
Moreover, Su Zimo had a desire in his heart.
Fight as much as you want, don't have to cover up the matter of repairing monsters, don't have to hide anything, and have a hearty battle with many Tianjiao!
Since it is possible to demonize, Su Zimo must change his face.
Even if the major super gates settle accounts after the fall, no one can be found at all.
To ensure foolproofness, Su Zimo will not use any means that may reveal his identity.
Galloping on the road, Su Zimo's body came with a crackling sound, his muscles and bones swelled, his body shape became taller, and his flesh swelled.
Even the five senses are beginning to change!
In an instant, the original Su Zimo disappeared completely.
In its place was a two-meter-tall, burly man with a rough face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth.
Su Zimo condensed a spiritual mirror on his backhand, looked at it with great satisfaction, and grinned.
This burly figure, the original blue shirt is no longer fit.
Su Zimo flipped halfway in the storage bag, and found a coarse linen, put it on his body at will, and opened his chest, looking unrestrained and unrestrained.
Except for Yuan Ying Zhenjun, he spread his consciousness and searched on Su Zimo's body.
Otherwise, she can't see through the flaws of Su Zimo's appearance simply by virtue of her eyesight!
This is the battlefield in ancient times. At most, there are some sealers of Jin Dan Realm. In other words, the probability of Su Zimo's exposure is zero!
Under the sky, the Emperor's Hall is still slowly landing, exuding endless coercion.
The closer you get to the Emperor's Hall, the more this feeling becomes apparent.
In order to compete for the inheritance of the imperial palace, everyone must rush to the area covered by the imperial palace, and the final killing must also be carried out in this area.
Su Zimo ran day and night with almost no rest.
Three days later, Su Zimo twitched his ears and caught a few faint sounds of fighting in the southwest, with a little roar and yelling in the middle.
In ancient battlefields, battles were normal.
Don't say that they don't agree. Even if they meet, the other party may suddenly have trouble!
This kind of thing is so common that Su Zimo doesn't want to bother.
But before long, he changed his look, frowned slightly, froze, raised his ears and listened carefully to the sound.
During this fight, he seemed to hear a familiar voice.
After a little hesitation, Su Zimo changed his direction and ran towards the battlefield in the southwest.
...
puff!
A large skull was chopped down with a knife, and blood was flowing like a spring.
A seven-veined base builds up spiritual power and controls a long narrow sword. It is very fierce to fight with the four monks.
Several corpses were lying on the ground, and the blood was still exuding the temperature. It was apparent that it had just fallen a short time ago.
Beside this battlefield, a young girl was standing there cleverly, wearing a pink skirt and a veil, with a smile in her eyes and clapping her hands: "Tao is friendly, another bad guy is dead!"
"Girl, don't worry, my Ding Hongxuan will protect you!"
On the battlefield, the one with four enemies in one enemy turned his head and shouted at the pink skirt girl.
"Ding Hongxuan, are you crazy!"
On the opposite side, a man yelled, "There is a witch behind you. Don't be fooled by her and lose yourself!"
"Brother Ding, why should we fight internally and control this peerless stunner first, and then enjoy it!" Said another monk, breathlessly, blocking Ding Hongxuan's spirit knife.
"No need to say, she has been charmed by the witch and completely lost her mind. Don't hesitate to give me a dead hand!" Said the older monk Shen Sheng among the four.
Hearing this sentence, the four were also fierce characters, extremely decisive, killing tricks in a row, beating Ding Hongxuan on the spot!
The older monk turned around and walked towards the girl in pink skirt. She smiled undisguisedly and said, "Witch, rest assured. When it falls in my hands, I will definitely pity you. ! "
The girl in the pink skirt did not step back, standing pitiful, eyes turning, tenderness like water, passing over the faces of the four, said in tears, "But there is only one person in the slave family, you have four ... "
"Is it?"
The older monk stared coldly and said coldly, "Then I will kill them all!"
The older monk was about to turn around and snorted, but his chest suddenly showed a sharp sword tip, blood dripping.
Suddenly, the blood on the face of the older monk faded, and his eyes returned to clear, but it was too late.
"Brother Liu, you still want to eat alone!"
Behind the older monk, a young monk was holding a sword, his eyes were full of madness, his face was bleak, and he said loudly: "This woman is mine. Don't rob me!"
"Crazy, you guys are really crazy!"
Another monk glared and said coldly, "For a woman, you have disregarded the feelings of the same door! In this case, I will clean the portal for the door of the ancestors today!"
when! when! when!
puff! puff!
The remaining three monks are fighting together and have completely lost their self.
Soon, the two fell in a pool of blood, and slowly died before God died, but it was too late.
The remaining one collapsed and died on the spot.
In an instant, all the remaining four monks fell!
The pink skirt girl didn't even move her fingers, she watched with cold eyes from beginning to end, her eyes mockingly.
This is the real blade of blood!
"Amitabha."
Not far away, there was a Buddhist horn.
"Girl donor, you have such a vicious heart, and sooner or later you will fall into eighteen layers of and eat the evil results. If you put down the butcher knife now and convert to my Buddha, there may be a hint of hope!"
(End of this chapter)