Chapter 1133: Extinction

Looking at the corpse of the Jin Su, Su Zimo groaned a little, waved his robe sleeve, and put it away.
Although the bite of the golden eagle fell and blood was lost, its physical body was still extremely powerful.
Like a pair of children's front claws that eat gold maggots, even if they don't need to sacrifice, they are also rare magic weapons!
One month passed.
The radon in this area has dissipated.
Most of them were burned and burned by the fire of Samadhi Road, Wan Jiuze has passed, and there will be no more maggots in the northern region.
Su Zimo and Ye Ling set off on their way home.
Regarding the taboos in Jin Yan's mouth, although Su Zimo had a lot of curiosity and confusion, he did not actively ask.
He respects the night spirit.
If Ye Ling didn't say it, he wouldn't ask for it.
Before long, Yeling chose to bring the matter up.
"Actually, my memory is also incomplete."
Ye Ling hesitated, and said, "But I know that during the Archean period, my genocide had a great connection with the nine ancient Taikos!"
"When I see the Rakshas, ​​the Protoss, and the Witches, in the depths of my memory, there will be hatred and murder!"
"This is the hatred of the extinct!"
Ye Ling's gaze was cold and his voice was calm.
When referring to the Raksha, Protoss, and Witches, even Su Zimo felt a palpitation of the murderous power that emanated from him!
But as he approached, Ye Ling's eyes showed a sorrow again, and he murmured, "I can feel that my people are dead. My father and mother are also dead."
"I don't have any clan in this world."
Ye Ling's loneliness may be difficult for others to appreciate.
Su Zimo couldn't imagine how desolate the scene would be if he was left alone on the continent.
I'm afraid he can't bear it at all and will collapse completely.
Yeling is always indifferent, and rarely sees such complex emotions on him.
Su Zimo patted his shoulder and comforted softly: "Perhaps, there are no blood-connected people around you, but you still have us, and brothers like monkeys and spirit tigers!"
"Yes."
Yeling nodded and said, "I still have you. Therefore, I dare not expose my race, or dare to show people. My enemies are the Raksha, the Protoss, the Witch, and there may be more I……"
Yeling didn't keep talking.
But Su Zimo could hear that Yeling was worried about affecting them.
"We are brothers in worship."
Su Zimo's eyes were firm and he smiled and said, "Don't say that your enemy is the Raksha, Protoss, and Witches. Even if we face the Taikoo Nine, we will stand by you!"
"Even if we are the enemy, we will fight with you!"
Ye Ling clenched his fists, pressed his lips tightly, and nodded heavily.
Over the years, although he worshipped with Su Zimo and others as brothers, he suffered and suffered, and his spirit was depressed.
He likes to stay with Su Zimo and others.
But he was worried, because these brothers caused the devastation of these brothers!
Untie the knot, Yeling became much more excited.
The maggots were resolved, and the two walked towards Da Zhou, talking and laughing, but don't worry.
A month ago.
The Northern Territory suffered the sorrow of witchcraft and was so dead that the remains of the scourge of maggots could be seen everywhere.
Now, as they go along, they can clearly feel that the land of the Northern Territory is gradually rejuvenating and rejuvenating!
Everything is starting to get better.
As they approached a city, the two even bumped into each other, and there were practitioners from Dazhou who came to cast rain and cast rain, lowered Gan Lin, and resolved the evil of witchcraft.
"I lost Xiao Ning this time."
Seeing this, Su Zimo's face unconsciously revealed a smile.
"Ok."
Ye Ling nodded, and said, "In these years, Xiao Ning has no idea how many people have been saved."
"Oh?"
Su Zimo glanced slightly, curious in his heart, and asked, "Yes, I don't know yet, how did you come here for more than a century?"
They haven't seen each other for more than a hundred years since Vientiane City separated.
Over the years, Xiao Ning has never returned to Zhongzhou.
So at the Qianhe Tea Party ten years ago, Su Zimo reunited with the fat man, Lengrou and others, but did not see Xiao Ning and Yeling.
Ye Ling said: "She has been saving people."
"Save people?"
Su Zimo froze slightly.
Ye Lingdao: "She worshiped Su Hong and left Pingyang Town, and walked on the ground of the Northern Territory. Each time she passed a place, she set foot temporarily and tried to treat the patients there as much as possible."
"As a disciple of Danyangmen, she has also been passed down by Dan Chizong. There is no difficulty in healing mortals."
"This rescue is more than a hundred years. In these years, we do not know how many places we have traveled, nor how many mortals she has saved, it is no longer countable."
These things, Ye Ling whispered, his tone was flat.
But Su Zimo felt distressed for a while.
The impact of Su Hong's death on Xiao Ning is even greater for his imagination!
Xiao Ning was unable to rescue Su Hong in time, and even before Su Hong was dying, she did not accompany him. This regret made Xiao Ning unable to let go.
For a hundred years, Xiao Ning has been saving people.
This is also a kind of redemption for herself.
The mortals rescued by Xiao Ning are actually a microcosm of Su Hong!
Xiao Ning is using this method to make up for her regrets.
Su Hong's death not only affected Xiao Ning, but also greatly affected Su Zimo.
Strictly speaking, Su Zimo wants to stand up, so that all sentient beings can practice and become immortal. The reason is that seeing Su Hong grows old, and he is powerless!
Su Zimo never thought of saving the life.
He just wants the people around him to live well.
If possible, he also wants to give all beings a chance.
An opportunity that can change your destiny!
In the end, Ye Ling smiled a little, with a look of admiration on his face, and said, "In the realm of cultivation, your desolate name may be well-known. But among the mortals in the northern region, Xiao Ning is more famous than you too much."
"Fortunately, Xiao Ning's shot this time, otherwise, I don't know how much disaster will be caused."
Su Zimo also sighed.
If, there is really merit in this world.
This is the ultimate merit!
The Buddhist scriptures say that saving one's life is better than making a seven-level floating slaughter.
The merit of Xiao Ning is inestimable!
Just then, a huge ancient city emerged ahead.
In the city, there are crowds of people, and the people are full of energy and excitement.
In a corner of the city, I saw a group of people around, with an old man wearing a robe over his head and wearing a robe, leaning on the back of the chair.
The old man pressed the gavel in his left hand, shook the folding fan in his right hand, pointed at the mountains and rivers, and his mouth was overwhelming, and the mortals around him were fascinated.
Su Zimo's eyes turned and fell on the old man's body, and he couldn't help whispering.
(End of this chapter)