Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 618: I Want To Stand Up!

Su Zimo turned around, his eyes fell on the vulture not far away, and asked gently: "Say, what do you know."

"What Daoyou is talking about, I don't understand what's going on."

The vulture laughed dryly.

"Don't say it, die!"

Su Zimo was in the void and stepped towards the vulture step by step. The speed was not anxious, but he formed a strong pressure, raging!

This is a real sense of oppression!

The vulture even felt choking!

His arm trembled slightly, his eyes flickered with fear first, and then madness emerged.

The vulture looked a little stubborn, gritted his teeth and said, "I can say, but you have to make sure that I live!"

"You are not qualified to talk to me about the conditions!"

Su Zimo looked cold and came to the vulture, strangling his throat, just as he was about to exert his strength, a fragrant wind came.

"Zimo, leave it to me."

The fairy hand of Ji Fairy puts it on Su Zimo's wrist.

Su Zimo let go.

Ji Fairy came to the vulture, smiled charmingly, ripples appeared in her eyes, and asked softly, "Master, why do you stop me?"

The vulture was completely stunned, his eyes blurred, as if he had lost his soul.

"The two princes and four princes are preparing to write a joint letter, abolishing the three princesses, and recommending the eldest prince as the eldest son! The eldest prince is the eldest son of the eldest son, who should inherit the unification, and the three princesses' names are not correct, let alone the daughter.

"What about your daughter?"

Ji Fairy Liu Mei raised her eyebrows and said coldly, "Don't the daughter be a godson! Sister kills the enemy outside, you young people, you are doing these small actions secretly."

"I think you are looking for death!"

The voice didn't fall, and the fairy fairy reached out her finger and gently brushed her vulture's throat.

A thin red line emerged.

The vulture glared at his eyes, gradually waking up, covering his throat tightly with both hands, and kicking his feet randomly, but still couldn't stop the blood spurting!

Huh!

The vulture's eyes gradually dimmed, his figure fell, and he fell on the spot.

"The matter of Wang Cheng requires you to come forward."

Su Zimo groaned: "It can still be done by suppressing this matter with your own means."

"Well, rest assured." Ji Fairy nodded.

Su Zimo turned and returned to the car, helped Su Hongzhang to come out, nodded at Ji Fairy, and said, "I'm gone."

Before the words fell, Su Zimo was galloping away. The speed was astonishing. In the blink of an eye, he was already in the sky.

"Where are you going?"

Ji Fairy shouted from behind.

There was no response for a long time.

Ji Yao wants to chase carefully, but she also knows that at this time, Da Zhou Wang Cheng needs her more.

...

A huge fowl flies past the ground of Yan Di.

This fierce bird is full of scales, burning a fine flame, sharp eyes, looking around, wings spread, a dozen feet!

Ancient relics, purple flame carvings!

Surprisingly, behind the Ziyandiao, a seemingly ordinary shuttle car was pulled.

There were two people sitting side by side on the car, a bright-skinned scholar, and a gray-haired old man.

The two were Su Zimo and Su Hong who returned to Yandi.

Su Zimo grabbed an ancient relic and used it as a car for the time being, so there was much less trouble on the road.

The two passed through the Thirteen Cities of Yan Kingdom slaughtered by the Liuli Palace. To this day, they can still see the bones left over from that year and pile up into mountains!

The wind was blowing on the city walls, and the blood stains that year had turned black.

Every time he passed a city, Su Hong would stop and kneel in front of the dead bones in front of the city.

The last city.

This is the King Yan City of the year.

Twenty years have passed, and the prosperity of the past is gone.

The old man of that year has also grown old.

Zheng Bo, Liu Yu, Wei Chihuo, Song Qi, and the former Xuanjia Iron Rider have all been buried under this rubble.

Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil.

"Twenty years ago, I should have been here with you."

"Good brothers, I'm Su Hong, come back!"

Standing on this piece of homeland, Su Hong's old tears criss-crossed and he couldn't help himself.

In Su Zimo's eyes, it seemed that a scene of the Liuli Palace's arrival and killing occurred.

Mortals have no resistance in the presence of the cultivators, and their lives are like grass.

Su Zimo bowed his head, his face was sturdy.

These days, along the way, he saw too many unchilled bones.

Killing, violence, hunger, exile, violence, pillaging, biting, cannibalism ...

All order has collapsed.

Life is humbler than ants!

The sight now is nothing worse than the **** in the Buddha's gate!

Under the shroud of war, the most miserable and most helpless are the mortal beings in the world. These mortals have no spiritual roots and cannot practice.

On these mortals, Su Zimo saw his own shadow.

He was originally the most ordinary of them.

If there was no Butterfly Moon, he might have one of these roadside bones!

Su Zimo's shot may save one person, two people, or even a hundred people, but he cannot save everyone.

He can't even save his close relatives!

Can only watch as Su Hongshou Yuan runs out!

Along the way, Su Zimo was always thinking about a question.

What if he came out ten years in advance?

Can he save Su Hong?

After all, Su Hong is just a mortal. After 20, 30, 40 years, his life is exhausted. After all, the two still have to experience a difference.

Even if he didn't offend Liuli Palace, wouldn't this world suffer such a disaster?

It is these mortals who suffer first when war comes.

In the presence of the practitioner, mortals cannot control their own destiny at all!

A cultivator can trample on the dignity of a mortal.

No matter how mortals struggle, it won't help.

If there was no Butterfly Moon that year, Su Zimo would have been killed by Zhou Dingyun, who had returned from practice.

He is lucky.

Yu Yue changed his life against the sky.

But who will change his life for Su Hong?

Who will change lives for the rest of the world?

Are these mortals without spiritual roots unable to practice, destined to be sacrificed to war, rations of monsters, and bones at the feet of the practitioner?

Su Zimo is not a saint.

He never thought that he would save the world from fire and water with his own strength.

He just wanted to keep his loved ones alive.

He just thought, maybe ... every mortal in the world should have a chance to fight against fate!

"I want to stand up!"

suddenly.

Su Zimo raised his head, clenched his fists, his eyes burst into an unprecedented light, and said slowly, his tone was firm and unshakable!

"I want to break the shackles of fate that binds all beings!"

"What if there is no spiritual root?"

"I want to change my life for Cangsheng!"

"I want all beings in this world to practice and become immortals!"

This voice sounded loud and loud, deafening, and echoing!

Bang!

The voice just fell.

It was thousands of miles clear, but there was a thunder.

It seemed to startle the gods in the sky, and a heart-warming coercion shrouded it, like heavenly power, which could not be resisted!

at the same time.

On the continent, in the secret places of all places, the ancestors awakened from the retreat, looking up at the sky with a look of astonishment.

Mystery Palace.

An old man with a Confucian crown on his head seemed to have some feelings, and he couldn't help but be shocked, saying, "Someone made a great wish, and even the heavens were shocked!"

(End of this chapter)