Chapter 1663 Hell Road
In the void of the ancient battlefield, a gap suddenly opened, and a blue-shirted cultivator came in, with delicate features, it was Su Zimo, the ancestor of the ancient martial arts!
The surrounding area is barren, a desert with no life at all.
Su Zimo scattered his consciousness and felt it carefully.
In this ancient battlefield, it is indeed different from the Heavenly Desolate Continent.
The ancient battlefield is a world of its own. In this world, there are many magical powers remaining, which will last forever, and the coercion is powerful!
If the fit power comes in, the physical body will not be able to withstand this pressure at all, and the physical body will be squeezed into a cloud of blood, and the body will die!
Above the sky of the ancient battlefield, there is a huge golden scroll suspended, which is the list of supernatural powers that once descended to the Xuanji Palace to suppress the fierce clan!
Although the ancient battlefield is extremely vast, no matter in every corner of the battlefield, you can see the supernatural power list above the sky at a glance.
There, it is also the center of the entire ancient battlefield!
Su Zimo is only in the early stage of Mahayana, and he is not in a hurry to compete for a seat on the supernatural power list.
The most important thing for him now is to comprehend the little magical powers as much as possible, and constantly baptize and temper the real body of Qinglian.
As long as he comprehends enough small supernatural powers, he can try to comprehend the great supernatural powers!
In the fortune-telling green lotus, there are some supernatural powers, small supernatural powers, great supernatural powers, and even peerless supernatural powers, which are endless!
Of course, this process is gradual.
Even if Su Zimo is talented, he cannot directly realize a peerless magical power and become emperor.
Su Zimo planned to look around first to see if he could find some small magical powers to learn and practice.
Su Zimo didn't know the direction either, and just walked in the desert.
Every sand and stone in the ancient battlefield may contain some kind of magical power. Su Zimo walked extremely slowly, and his divine sense was not considered to be a search and search.
Not long after, a stone tablet suddenly appeared in front of you!
This stone tablet was cut in half by some magical weapon, and the incision was extremely smooth.
On the remaining half of the stone tablet, some characters are engraved, and the power of supernatural power is obviously surging!
On this stone tablet, there is a small magical power printed on it!
Su Zimo looked at the stone monument from a distance, his expression was calm, and a mockery suddenly passed from the depths of his eyes, walking towards the stone monument.
When he came to this stone monument, Su Zimo took a look.
The runes on this stele are twisted and twisted, and there is an extremely ferocious aura between every gap.
suddenly!
Su Zimo felt that the surrounding desert had disappeared, and he was like falling into hell. The surroundings were dark, bloody, and surrounded by countless evil spirits!
Su Zimo looked confused, as if he was trapped in this hell, unable to extricate himself.
suddenly!
A chilling murderous intent burst out from under Su Zimo!
"Humph!"
Su Zimo sneered slightly, his eyes instantly regained clarity, condensed his consciousness, and the surrounding hell scene disappeared.
Su Zimo stomped heavily under his feet!
boom!
A loud bang!
In the desert under him, he stepped out of a huge deep pit, and countless sand and stones were splashed around, and a figure was revealed, holding a long sword.
The sword edge just stabbed Su Zimo's foot!
In the eyes of this figure, a trace of cruelty passed by.
In his opinion, his sword was enough to pierce Su Zimo's foot!
when!
Before this person's thoughts fell, a crisp sound came from his ear.
His long sword, not only failed to pierce Su Zimo's feet, but also made a sound of Jin Ge clashing.
His long sword was bent, as if it was stabbed into some copper wall, the light was dim, and it almost broke!
"what!"
The man's face changed, his figure flickered, he came to stand on the other side of Su Zimo, narrowed his eyes, looked at Su Zimo, and said nothing.
Su Zimo's eyes turned and fell on this person.
This is a skinny monk, no more than ten feet tall, like a dwarf.
The early days of Mahayana.
The monks in the ancient battlefield have the lowest cultivation base, and they are also the ancestors of Mahayana!
"You and I have no grievances and no grudges, why did you kill me?"
Su Zimo said coldly.
"Hey!"
The skinny cultivator sneered: "You have cultivated to the Mahayana realm, why are you still so naive, there is no reason for fighting and killing in the realm of self-cultivation!"
In fact, there is indeed a small magical power on this broken stone tablet.
And this skinny cultivator did not leave after cultivating this little magical power, but guarded the broken stone tablet and waited for other ancestors to come.
If he feels unsure, he will remain silent and not choose to shoot.
If he encounters someone like Su Zimo in the early stage of Mahayana who doesn't seem to be a threat, he will sneak attack and kill him!
In this way, this skinny old ancestor has really succeeded a few times.
He has also obtained several small magical powers from other fallen ancestors!
It's a pity that he met Su Zimo today.
As early as the moment he saw this stone tablet, Su Zimo's powerful spiritual sense sensed danger!
"Young man, hand over the magic weapon on your feet. If you have any magical powers, hand it over as well, and I can spare your life!"
The skinny old ancestor said coldly.
When he thinks about it, Su Zimo must be wearing a boot-like magic weapon on his feet, which is invulnerable to swords and guns, and even his long sword can resist it!
Su Zimo smiled and asked, "You don't recognize me?"
"I care who you are!"
The skinny old ancestor sneered: "I've killed no less than ten of you who just entered the Mahayana realm!"
"yes."
Su Zimo nodded and said lightly, "Then you will pay for them today!"
Before he finished speaking, Su Zimo's figure flickered, his body qi and blood surged, bursting out rays of light, stretched out his palm, and grabbed the head of the thin old ancestor!
hiss!
The skinny old ancestor's face changed!
Su Zimo's shot, the burst of power and momentum was too strong, he actually felt a sense of imminent disaster, and he was shocked!
Swish!
Before I had time to think about it, the skinny old ancestor moved the long sword in his hand, and at the same time stimulated his qi and blood, and stabbed at Su Zimo's palm with a sword!
when!
The long sword stabbed in Su Zimo's palm, and there was another crisp sound!
Ordinary magic weapons can't hurt the real body of the eighth-grade Qinglian!
Su Zimo's expression was cold, his eyes were indifferent, his palms were strong, he grabbed the long sword directly, and gave a shock!
Ka Ka Ka!
On this long sword, there are actually cracks!
Huge power poured into the body of the skinny old ancestor.
The skinny old ancestor was shaken all over, as if struck by lightning, the tiger's mouth was torn apart, blood dripped, and he kept retreating.
Su Zimo follows him like a shadow and chases him up again!
"Hell Road!"
The skinny ancestor shouted loudly, and a small supernatural power broke out!
The hell road is also the little magical power on the stone tablet.
There are many small supernatural powers, and the hell path is one of the most powerful of the small supernatural powers!
Su Zimo smiled slightly, and slowly stretched out his palm. In his palm, he actually held a cyan lotus flower, filled with bright rays of light!