Chapter 1756 Genocide

These days, Su Zimo has not practiced either, and has always felt the movement of the martial arts deity.

It was not until the martial arts deity condensed the third life wheel that Su Zimo recovered his mind.

Condensing the third life wheel, the power controlled by the martial arts deity has far exceeded the real body of Qinglian and the real body of dragon and phoenix!

Although the Martial Dao deity has not yet transcended the calamity and has not yet ascended, his power level has surpassed the two real bodies!

In the blink of an eye, another month has passed since the martial arts deity left the customs.

The emperors of all ethnic groups who have cultivated in the Valley of Dragon Skeletons have recovered from their injuries.

After this battle, many emperors have realized something, and even made breakthroughs one after another, and realized a peerless magical power.

In the past two months, many ancestors have also realized the peerless supernatural powers and become emperors!

During this time, the ten thousand races of the Tianhuang Continent were recuperating, unusually calm and peaceful, and the emperors of all races were also preparing to leave.

Outside the Valley of Dragon Skeletons, the emperors of the human race said goodbye to Su Zimo and others.

"Emperor Xuan, when are you going to cross the robbery?"

The monk Kongyun asked.

"After all, I am the guardian of the palace, and I have to guard the Tianhuang Continent for some years. I can only leave when I find the next guardian of the palace."

The old storyteller smiled and said, "Kongyun, you have already comprehended the three peerless supernatural powers, and you can prepare to rise through calamity."

"Let's talk about it."

Monk Kongyun shook his head slightly, hesitating to speak.

"how?"

The old storyteller asked, "What's the problem?"

Long Ran said: "Although the calamity is a matter of life and death, no one can avoid it, and we must take this step."

Monk Kongyun gave a wry smile and sighed: "To be honest, I'm a little scared in my heart, alas."

The old storyteller was silent.

The battle two months ago had a huge impact on the hearts of the emperors of all ethnic groups in the Heavenly Desolate Continent!

Under that kind of power that destroys the sky and destroys the earth, even if it is as strong as the emperor, it is like an ant, and its life is like a mustard, and it may fall at any time!

People like Su Zimo, even if it's not for Dieyue, have a strong will and are hard to shake. Naturally, they are fearless and move forward.

But the vast majority of people will inevitably have a trace of fear and hesitation in their hearts.

Su Zimo's eyes turned.

The other emperors also fell silent. It can be seen that the fear of monk Kongyun is not alone.

An emperor suddenly said: "Actually, the upper realm is not as beautiful as we imagined."

"Yeah, what are we practicing for? Isn't it just to be able to see for a long time?"

Another emperor also said: "However, this calamity and ascension is a life of nine deaths. Even if we survive and ascend to the upper realm, we are only the lowest existence, and anyone can kill us."

"In this way, it is better to stay in this lower realm, vertically and horizontally."

The emperor expressed the hearts of many emperors.

In fact, over the years, very few emperors have risen through calamity.

On the other hand, it is also a fear of an unknown place like the Upper Realm.

The worries of these emperors are not unreasonable.

If they stayed on this desolate continent and exhausted their lifespan, they would still have tens of thousands of years to live.

But if you choose to ascend through calamity, you may die directly!

Long Ran pouted and said, "I'm afraid of a bird! The path of cultivation is not a smooth one! Since you have chosen this path, don't look back!"

Long Ran is naturally fearless for the upper realm.

Su Zimo believed that Shura Yan Beichen would also choose to ascend.

Because, in Yan Beichen's heart, there is an obsession!

That is to go to the upper realm and find a kind of power that can revive Qin Pianran's power!

This battle brought fear to others.

But what it brought to Shura Yan Beichen was a kind of hope!

He saw the power that belongs to the upper realm.

He believed that as long as he ascended to the upper realm, he would definitely be able to find a way to resurrect Qin Pianran!

Su Zimo was silent for a while, then looked at Monk Kongyun and the other emperors, and said slowly, "You are right, and you are right."

"If you stay in Tianhuang, you may be able to live for tens of thousands of years, but if you rise through the calamity, you may fall immediately, but..."

Su Zimo paused for a while and said, "Only by flying to the upper realm can there be real hope of longevity!"

"Only by ascending to the upper realm, can it be possible to control a more powerful force and obtain 200,000 years, 300,000 years, or even longer lifespan!"

"Only there can you have more knowledge and a broader world!"

Monk Kongyun and several other emperors were thoughtful.

The old storyteller did not persuade him much.

For Monk Kongyun and other emperors, staying in Tianhuang may be the best choice for them.

Originally, crossing the robbery was extremely dangerous, with nine deaths.

Now, the monk Kongyun has fear in his heart, and the hope of this calamity is even more elusive.

At this moment, a stream of light came from the distance, and in a blink of an eye, many emperors had come to approach.

This person has a Confucian crown on his head, a white face without beards, a slightly fat body, and a folding fan in his hand, but he is Lin Xuanji of the Xuanji Palace and a storyteller in this life.

"What, what happened?"

The old storyteller asked with a frown when he saw that Lin Xuanji had a different expression.

Lin Xianji calmed down and said, "The Bloodvine Clan was wiped out, and hundreds of thousands of clansmen were spared, all of them perished!"

"what!"

When many emperors heard this sentence, their expressions changed.

You must know that although the Bloodvine Clan was defeated this time, there are still several emperors in the clan, and there are more than a dozen ancestors.

Su Zimo didn't kill them all.

In just two months, hundreds of thousands of blood vines were all killed!

"The emperor of the Bloodvine Clan also died?"

The old storyteller looked solemn and asked.

"died!"

Lin Xuanji swallowed and said, "I can't believe it when I heard the news. I went to the ancestral land of the Bloodvine Clan to take a look..."

Speaking of this, a flash of fear flashed across Lin Xuanji's eyes, as if he recalled some terrible scene, and he had lingering fears.

"There has been reduced to a sea of ​​blood, and there is no life! Countless blood vines, no matter how high or low, all died!"

Lin Xuanji said something.

"You are so reckless!"

The old storyteller was a little blamed, and turned to look at Su Zimo, revealing the meaning of asking.

"Who would do it?"

"The terrible thing about this matter is that the entire process of destroying the entire Bloodvine Clan was silent, and even the emperors of us didn't notice it at all!"

Su Zimo frowned in thought.

His first reaction was Da Ming Seng.

But what is the purpose of the Daming monk doing this?

I haven't seen you for a while, and the Great Ming monk has cultivated to this point?

Or, is it the bloody face?

But Su Zimo thought about it and shook his head again.

The bloody face is inextricably linked with the Gorefiend Daojun, and the blood demon Daojun has half the blood of the Bloodvine Clan in his body, so there is no reason to do such a thing.

How much hatred it must be to do such a genocide!