The First Thousand and Sixty-Ninth Chapters Collectively Unlucky Ziming People
"finally reached!"
"Every time I cross the Falling Immortal Moat, it's like a fish migrating on the shore. It's uncomfortable to die!"
"It's still the most comfortable feeling to step on the ground!"
"..."
A group of Martial Emperors looked at the black and purple continent in front of them, and couldn't help showing a smile.
Su Lang, who was taking stock of the harvest, also temporarily turned his eyes away from Xianyuan and Xian-level exercises, and looked at the continent in front of him.
I saw that a black-purple plain stretched far into the distance, and was also covered with red cracks near the place where the immortal fell.
. But there is no trace of the twisted rules on the plain, and there are even some plants growing in some nooks, but it looks a bit strange.
However, it is indeed a serious plant.
Su Lang unleashed his mental power and spread out into the distance, gradually observing more creatures.
Moreover, small cities also appeared in the spiritual power.
Although these cities are small, even the smallest ones are very delicately built, just like the works of obsessive-compulsive patients.
In the city, there are many Ziming people living.
These Ziming people don't seem to be much different from the human race in terms of body shape and face.
Its racial characteristics are purple sharp nails, with a razor-sharp light, which is chilling.
In fact, this is also the natural and powerful weapon of the Ziming people, which can become stronger as they grow.
However, Su Lang saw some refining shops. Obviously, the Ziming people did not give up artificial weapons because they had natural weapons.
Of course, the refining tools of the Ziming people are mainly aimed at their nails.
Su Lang saw a Ziming clan man put his finger into the refining pot, adding all kinds of heaven and earth treasures, and tempering it, which was very strange.
At the level of the martial king, the Ziming martial artist's fingernails are directly detached and become a companion weapon.
Ten fingernails lingered around like small darts, and they were like holy weapons with spirituality, such as arm commands, which could use various fighting methods.
Su Lang discovered some battle scenes of the Ziming people.
These Ziming warriors are very fast, and they are good at concealment, and each of them is a powerful assassin.
Spiritual power continued to spread.
A holy city appeared in sight.
There is more than one Martial Saint in this holy city, and the power of the rules they comprehend in their sanctuary is mostly in the direction of the assassins.
Basically, they are ordinary rules such as 'rules of wind' and 'rules of gold'.
Those who are more powerful can comprehend the mysterious rules such as the 'rule of emptiness' and the 'rule of illusion'.
"It seems that this is really a race of national assassins."
Su Lang nodded silently, gaining a general understanding of the Ziming Clan.
at this time.
Su Lang's expression became a little weird.
Because he found that the Ziming people seem to be unlucky!
Su Lang saw with his own eyes a Ziming military general stepped on a piece of fruit peel and slammed his ass!
Also, a military commander choked on himself and kept coughing while drinking water.
What's more, when they were eating in their living room, a bird suddenly flew and dropped a piece of shit directly into the vegetable soup!
The most important thing is that this kind of unlucky situation is very common, even for Ziming warriors with higher cultivation.
Su Lang saw a high-level Martial God who had retreated and made a breakthrough. Obviously, he had a strong aura and a solid foundation. The breakthrough was almost a sure thing, but she failed!
There is also a certain saint-level alchemist who is skilled in the technique. There is no error in the whole process of alchemy, and finally the alchemy is useless!
"Lying noise!"
"What's going on with this Ziming Clan?"
The corners of Su Lang's mouth twitched, "Could it be that I offended God? To be punished like this!?"
The Red Lotus Martial Emperor Ni Qianzhou next to him noticed Su Lang's strangeness and came over with a smile.
"Fellow Daoist Su Lang found that the Ziming people are very unlucky?"
Ni Qianzhou smiled, with a look of 'just ask me, I know everything'.
"cough."
Su Lang rolled his eyes in disbelief, "I did find it, dare to ask why?"
"Because the Ziming Clan is not a native race of Canglan Continent!"
. Ni Qianday's expression turned positive, "They are exiled emperors who fled to Canglan Continent 10 million years ago, were accepted by Emperor Jiuzhuan, and settled on the isolated island of Ziming Continent."