Chapter 664: Organize the battlefield

Chapter 664: Arranging the Battlefield
No more than two decades.
The spirit tiger is still so happy, the monkey is still so stingy, everything is the same.
Watching them make trouble, Su Zimo's heart burst into warmth.
Sometimes getting along with demons is simple.
There is no intrigue, no mischief.
The human heart is much more complicated.
After the monkeys and tigers entered the ancient battlefield, things were much simpler.
Just as Liuli Palace expected Ding Su Zimo to come to their door, they also thought of this, so they surrendered to the demon group and launched the beast tide.
Little fox thinks the same.
Unfortunately, there is no clear message.
"You are here to heal first, and I'll clean up the battlefield."
Su Zimo settled the monkey monsters before he got up and left.
Tens of thousands of people were buried in this battle.
Collect these monks' storage bags.
For Su Zimo today, unless it is a congenital artifact or some rare ancient treasures, the rest of the weapons can no longer reach his eyes.
But these storage bags cannot be discarded just like this.
Su Zimo's most important thing is the condensed spirits, soul-cultivating blood ginseng, etc. collected by these monks to condense and conceive the primordial spirit.
These things are consumables, naturally more is better.
There are monsters everywhere in the ancient city.
However, when Su Zimo walked in the ancient city, these monsters all subconsciously chose to avoid.
Behind him, followed by a well-behaved, slightly shy, young girl, who was a little fox who transformed into an adult form.
"what's up?"
Su Zimo kept walking, his eyes narrowed slightly.
The little fox bowed his head slightly, with big watery eyes, and peeped at Su Zimo, whispering, "My son, wouldn't you blame me?"
Little foxes can transform into adult form long ago, but chose to hide because of some other shy reasons.
There was still something in her mind.
Su Zimo groaned a little and said deliberately: "Since you don't trust me, don't follow me in the future."
As soon as the little fox heard it, he was in a hurry and stood in place, crying, tears rolling in his eyes, and they would fall down at any time.
"My mother is dead. If you take me out of the crypt, you don't need me. I have no relatives."
"In the future, no one wants me, wow!"
The little fox wow and cried.
Su Zimo was startled.
He had said casually that he wanted to tease the little fox, but he could have taken it seriously.
On the walls, alas, several beast heads appeared.
Monkeys, tigers, and golden lions lie on the wall and are watching this secretly. In the eyes of three pairs of children, the flames of gossip are burning.
Linghu: "A raccoon was bullied. It must be Su Zimo who is frivolous with her. I want to go down and help!"
Monkey: "You go."
Golden Lion: "Strong, go."
Linghu: "..."
Su Zimo turned around, reached out and wiped away the little fox's tears, and smiled bitterly: "Fang is just joking, this little thing, how can I blame you."
"Really?"
The little fox stopped crying, tilted his head slightly, and asked if he could believe it.
"It's true."
"Then you will not drive me away in the future?"
"will not."
"Thank you, son."
The little fox burst into tears and laughed, and long tears were still covered with crystal tears. Under the sun, a gorgeous world emerged.
It took a long time for Su Zimo to clear up the battlefield.
The contents of these storage bags are brought together, and there are nearly 100,000 spiritual implements such as flying swords, and various types of elixir and runes are countless.
These things are rarely really useful to Su Zimo.
Ordinary artifact, he looked down on.
And the elixir, he also only takes the five elixir of perfect elixir.
Among the one hundred thousand artifacts, there is only one innate artifact.
It was the gloves previously worn on Ye Tiancheng's palm.
Although there is only one, it is enough for Su Zimo.
His right hand, with the phoenix bone, can't be broken even if it is a magic weapon!
Put this innate weapon level glove on his left hand, and he can take almost any weapon with his bare hands!
Can be described as inaccessible, no fire or fire!
There are more than a hundred fruits in these storage bags.
Regardless of the demon race or the practitioner, when condensing the Yuanshen, one or two can be taken, and it is useless to eat more.
More than a hundred of them are enough for them to divide.
There are 12,000 strains of Yangshen Blood Ginseng!
On the surface, this number is large.
But Su Zimo had a hunch in his heart that he needed soul-cultivating blood ginseng more than the demand of ordinary monks!
It's not just because he's a fairy.
What's more, whether it is his Jin Dan or Nei Dan is different from others.
What's more, there are monsters such as monkeys, spirit tigers, etc., who break through to the Yuanying Realm, need to take blood for raising soul.
Therefore, in the ancient battlefield, Su Zimo also needs to collect as much blood as possible!
...
Ten days later.
The blood of monkeys is very strong.
After the spirit tiger practiced too much thunder and lightning, the power of thunder and lightning was hidden in the blood.
Spring thunder sounds, everything is born.
In the thunder and lightning, the power of life is inherent.
Although the monkeys and the tigers were most seriously injured, their injuries were also good in ten days.
They are all active and do not want to stay in the ancient city.
Su Zimo asked: "Say, what plans do you have after leaving the ancient city?"
"I follow you," said the monkey.
He entered this ancient battlefield, originally for Su Zimo.
The Linghu scratched his head, coughed, licked the tiger's face, moved to the side of the little fox, shook his tail, and smiled charmingly: "Ah, where are you going?"
The little fox said, "I follow my son."
"Snapped!"
When Linghu patted his thigh, he cried out, "It's a coincidence that we both thought of going together!"
boom!
A large rough palm appeared next to him, shouting solidly on Linghu's face, fanning him directly.
"Nima!"
In the air, there was a scream of Linghu.
The little fox giggled.
Su Zimo turned his head, looked at the golden lion, and asked, "How about you, if you want to leave, I'll share some of the condensed fruit and soul-cultivating blood ginseng."
The Golden Lion said: "I have nowhere to go."
After a little groaning, the Golden Lion hesitated, and said, "If you don't dislike it, I'll give you a mount."
In the ancient city of World War I, he has seen the power of Su Zimo.
Deep in his heart, although a little unwilling, but to be a mount for such a strong existence, it is not shameful.
"Hahahaha!"
Su Zimo laughed, patted the shoulder of the golden lion, and said, "The other day, I would like to thank you for your righteousness. How could I think of you as a mount! Huang Mao, you have to look down on me."
Hearing the front, the golden lion was still moving.
Hearing the "yellow hair" at the back, the golden lion's face turned black, and his expression resentfully said, "Are there any other names?"
"Yellow hair is fine."
The monkey comforted: "I mean, I want to call you a poodle ..."
"Uh."
The Golden Lion said: "That's still called Huang Mao."
Su Zimo waved his hand, soaring with arrogance, saying: "Since this, let's go to the center of the ancient battlefield, look at the Golden Dan Vision List, and see the arrogant people on this continent! The top of this list, I You must fight! "
"set off!"
"Let's go!"
"Beaver, wait for me ..."
(End of this chapter)