Chapter 1425 The Blood Debt Is Paid in Blood!

"Um?"

Su Zimo followed the reputation.

This voice was too soft, as thin as a mosquito.

If it weren't for his strong ears, he might not be able to detect it.

Su Zimo's gaze fell on a female cultivator in the crowd.

This female cultivator was unkempt, curled up into a ball, and hid in the crowd, with a little more vigor and vitality in her eyes than others.

"You are……"

Su Zimo's eyes narrowed slightly, as if recalling something, he asked tentatively, "Tang Shiyun?"

Hearing the name, the nun nodded again and again.

The nun wiped the dirt off her face indiscriminately, revealing her facial features. Although they were still dirty, they were already recognizable.

"It's really you!"

Su Zimo was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, in this Nandou faction, I can really see an old friend.

Tang Shiyun stood up and seemed to want to walk towards Su Zimo, but she was a little scared and hesitated for a while.

"Come here, I won't hurt you."

Su Zimo nodded.

Hearing this sentence, Tang Shiyun summoned the courage and walked out of the crowd.

The number one beauty of the Nandou faction back then is now no longer in style.

At the beginning, the two met for the first time in the ancient battlefield, and they were still in the Jindan realm.

But now, Su Zimo has stepped into the state of integration and has become an omnipotent power.

Tang Shiyun's cultivation is only in the Yuan Ying realm.

The gap between the two sides is getting bigger and bigger.

There were hundreds of thousands of arrogances in the ancient battlefield back then, how many could really catch up with Su Zimo's footsteps?

"Ten years ago, did you meet a monk from Ran Deng Temple?"

Su Zimo looked at Tang Shiyun and asked in a deep voice.

Tang Shiyun recalled for a moment and asked, "Does this monk look young and hold a green lantern in his hand?"

"right!"

Su Zimo's eyes lit up and he asked, "Where is he, is he still alive?"

When he was in the preaching place, Mingzhen appeared and fought side by side with him.

"Ten years ago, thanks to this monk, my Nandou faction escaped some monks."

Tang Shiyun sighed slightly and said, "It's just that this monk's cultivation is not enough, and he still can't fight against the young master of the blood vine clan, and he was suppressed by him. After so many years, I must have already died."

Su Zimo clenched his fist slightly, his expression turned cold.

"Su Dao... Senior Su, are you here to save us?"

Tang Shiyun realized that the gap between the two sides was too large, and it was inappropriate to call Daoyou again, so he changed his words quickly and asked a little nervously.

"Um."

Su Zimo nodded, took out some elixir and put it in a storage bag, handed it to Tang Shiyun, and said, "divide these elixir and leave here as soon as possible!"

Tang Shiyun's hands trembled, she took the storage bag, and tears flowed in an instant.

However, the rest of the monks still looked numb, staring at this scene in a daze, without the joy of seeing the sun again.

"these people……"

Su Zimo looked at the expressions of these monks, and there was a sadness in his heart.

Tang Shiyun smiled bitterly and said: "Ten years ago, the blood vines killed this place. The suzerain of my Nandou faction died in battle, and three great powers and one half ancestor fell."

"But under the conquest of the blood vine clan army, we can't resist it at all. In less than a day, the entire Nandou faction fell into the control of the blood vine clan."

"Except for the monk who helped hundreds of people escape, the other hundreds of thousands of sect disciples were all kept in captivity by the Blood Vine Clan as animals, just to be able to eat fresh blood food."

"Over the years, the blood vines have locked us here, banning mana, and we can't even do it!"

Hearing this, the murderous intent in Su Zimo's eyes was already gushing out.

Tang Shiyun said sadly: "For the past ten years, the Blood Vine clan has eaten hundreds of monks from the Nandou faction every day. No matter how much we begged and struggled, it would be of no avail. We could only watch the classmates around us, a little bit less. "

"That's hundreds of thousands of fellow students! Now, there are only ten thousand of us left!"

Tang Shiyun couldn't hold it anymore, she broke down and burst into tears.

These monks opened their eyes every day, and they didn't know if they could survive today and whether they would be eaten as blood food.

"Initially, we had a glimmer of hope."

Tang Shiyun's face was covered with tears, and she smiled miserably: "After all, after hundreds of fellow students escaped, they will go to other super sects to ask for help, and maybe there will be a strong human race to rescue us from the sea of ​​misery."

"But we waited and waited, one year, two years, five years... and no one came."

"We finally gave up."

Su Zimo was silent.

The fists are clenched, too hard, the knuckles are extremely pale!

Even if the monks from the Nandou faction went out to ask for help, no sect force would rush over and save them from the sea of ​​misery.

Who would provoke such a big enemy as the Bloodvine Clan because of some unprovoked monks?

The peaceful days of the human race have passed for too long.

It has long since lost the spirit of the ancient times, the sharpness, the arrogance that dared to fight the fierce race, the unyielding and tenacious iron bones!

The ancient sages of the human race, whether they are low-level monks or great ancestors, are all righteous and sincere.

Most of today's cultivators have even forgotten the suffering that the human race experienced in the ancient times!

Forget that in the battle of the ancients, the ancestors fell, the emperors bleed, and countless human race powerhouses fought hard, only to exchange for the prosperity and peace of the human race!

Even a super sect like Ran Deng Temple, one of the six major Buddhist sects, is all alone, who will stand up to save the Nandou faction?

"I'm a little late."

Su Zimo looked at the Nandou faction and said slowly, "But don't worry, everyone, with my Huangwu guarding here today, no one will be able to hurt you!"

Except for a few people, a glimmer of hope rekindled in their eyes, the rest of the people were still dead and numb.

"Fellow Daoists, he is Wild Martial Artist, famous all over the world, and the founder of Martial Dao Dao Jun!"

Tang Shiyun was trapped here, and her understanding of Su Zimo was still in some of the rumors she had heard before.

She also didn't know that Su Zimo was already a powerful fit.

"In Vientiane City, it was he who suppressed the Rakshasa and the Protoss and rescued the arrogance of the human race! With the arrival of the Martial Lord, we have the hope of escaping alive!"

Tang Shiyun looked at the Nandou faction, took out the elixir from the storage bag, and handed it to the monks while talking.

Most people are indifferent.

"What's the use of Lord Fa Xiangdao, the half ancestors are dead! They are all dead! Hahahaha!" A monk laughed madly.

Su Zimo looked sad.

Although these people are still alive, they are no different from the dead.

"Please kill me, Lord Huangwu Dao, give me a pleasure, this is the greatest relief for me." A cultivator kowtowed to Su Zimo and begged in a low voice.

"I beg the Lord of Martial Arts to give me a chance to die!"

A large number of monks fell to their knees.

Looking at this scene, Su Zimo's eyes were flushed, and there was a surge of anger and sadness in his heart.

"Blood vines, I want you... blood debt and blood repayment!"

Two more updates today, Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow, everyone goes to bed early.