Chapter 432

Su Zimo left Xuantian City on the second day after the arrival of the Imperial Palace.

He did not bring Ye Ling, but chose to keep it with Xiao Ning to protect Xiao Ning's safety.

Although Xiao Ning has obtained the inheritance of Danchi Sect and worshipped in Danyangmen, he will definitely be valued, but Su Zimo is still worried.

Only when Ye Ling followed him would he feel a little at ease.

After returning from Dan Chi Sect, Xiao Ning was extremely happy.

Because, in the inheritance memory of Dan Chi Sect, Xiao Ning finally found a kind of medicine pill that can increase the lifespan - Longevity Pill!

However, the longevity pill is a third-order elixir.

With Xiao Ning's current level of alchemy, it is impossible to refine it at all.

Before parting, Xiao Ning smiled and said to Su Zimo, "Don't worry, I will definitely refine the longevity pill as soon as possible to prolong my brother's life!"

This is the only reason for Xiao Ning to become an alchemist to continue his life for his eldest brother.

Recalling Xiao Ning's smile, Su Zimo was in a good mood, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Su Zimo did not choose to go with anyone.

Because, from the moment he was ready to fight for the inheritance of the Emperor's Palace, he had already planned to change his face and hide all his identities!

When the Palace of the Emperor came, Su Zimo had to face almost all the super sects on the Heavenly Desolate Continent.

If a war really breaks out and bloody blood is killed, I am afraid it will be difficult to end at that time.

Moreover, Su Zimo has a longing in his heart.

Fight to your heart's content, you don't have to cover up the matter of cultivating demons, you don't have to hide anything, and have a hearty battle with many geniuses!

Since it is possible to demonize, Su Zimo has to change his face.

Even if the major super sects settle accounts in the autumn, they will not find anyone at all.

In order to be foolproof, Su Zimo would not use any means that might reveal his identity.

Speeding on the road, there was a crackling sound in Su Zimo's body, his muscles and bones roared together, his body became taller, and his flesh swelled.

Even the facial features began to change!

In the blink of an eye, the original Su Zimo disappeared completely.

Instead, it was a tall man two meters tall with a burly stature. He had a rough face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of beauty.

Su Zimo condensed a mirror of spiritual power with his backhand, looked at it, was extremely satisfied, and grinned.

This burly figure, the original blue shirt no longer fits.

Su Zimo rummaged in the storage bag for a while, took out a coarse linen coat, casually put it on his body, opened his chest, looking unrestrained and casual, informal.

Unless it is True Monarch Yuan Ying, spread out his spiritual sense to investigate Su Zimo's body.

Otherwise, just relying on eyesight, it is impossible to see through the flaws in Su Zimo's appearance!

This is the ancient battlefield, and there are at most some sealers of the Golden Core Realm, that is to say, the chance of Su Zimo being exposed is zero!

Under the sky, the Palace of the Emperor is still slowly descending, exuding endless coercion.

The closer you get to the Palace of the Emperor, the more obvious this feeling becomes.

If you want to compete for the inheritance of the Emperor's Palace, everyone must rush to the area covered by the Human Emperor's Palace, and the final battle must also be carried out in this area.

Su Zimo ran day and night, hardly stopping.

Three days later, Su Zimo's ears twitched, and he caught the faint sounds of fighting in the southwest, mixed with some roars.

On the battlefields of the Ancients, battles are normal.

Don't say it's a disagreement, even if they meet by chance, the other party may suddenly attack!

This kind of thing is too common, Su Zimo doesn't want to pay attention to it at all.

But after walking for a long time, his expression changed, he frowned slightly, paused, and pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

During this fight, he seemed to hear a familiar voice.

After a little hesitation, Su Zimo changed direction and ran towards the battlefield in the southwest.

...

puff!

A big head was chopped off with a knife, and the blood was gushing out.

A Seven Veins Foundation Establishment agitated spiritual power, controlled a long and narrow spiritual saber, and fought with the four cultivators, which was very intense.

There were several corpses lying on the ground, the blood was still warm, and it was obvious that it had just fallen not long ago.

Beside this battlefield, there was a pretty girl standing there, wearing a pink dress and veil, with a smile in her eyes, clapping her hands and saying, "The Taoist friend is awesome, another bad guy has died!"

"Don't worry, girl, I, Ding Hongxuan, will definitely protect you!"

On the battlefield, the seven-meridian foundation building with one enemy and four turned his head and shouted at the girl in pink skirt.

"Ding Hongxuan, are you crazy!"

Opposite, a man shouted loudly: "There's a witch behind you, don't be bewitched by her and lose yourself!"

"Senior Brother Ding, why do we have to fight with each other, it's not too late to control this peerless creature before enjoying it!" Another cultivator stopped Ding Hongxuan's spirit saber and panted.

"Needless to say, she has been charmed by the witch and completely lost her mind. Don't hesitate, give me a dead hand!" Among the four, an older cultivator said in a deep voice.

Hearing this sentence, the four of them are also ruthless characters, very decisive, and they made a series of killing moves, beheading Ding Hongxuan on the spot!

The older monk turned around and walked towards the girl in the pink skirt, and said with a smile without concealing the **** in his eyes: "Witch, don't worry, when the whereabouts fall into my hands, I will definitely pity you, Gaga. !"

The girl in the pink skirt didn't step back, she stood there pitifully, her eyes rolled, her tenderness like water, passing over the faces of the four of them, she said with tears in her eyes, "But, there is only one person in the slave family, and there are four of you. …”

"Is it?"

The older monk's eyes turned cold and he said coldly, "Then I will kill them all!"

The older cultivator was about to turn around when there was a thud when a bright sword tip suddenly appeared on his chest, dripping with blood.

In an instant, the blood on the older monk's face faded, and his eyes regained clarity, but it was too late.

"Brother Liu, you still want to eat alone!"

Behind the older cultivator, a young cultivator held a long sword, his eyes were full of madness, his face was hideous, and he said loudly, "This woman is mine, don't rob me of anyone!"

"Crazy, you are really crazy!"

Another cultivator stared at him and said coldly, "For a woman, you guys don't even care about your friendship! Since that's the case, I'll clean up the door for the sect today!"

when! when! when!

puff! puff!

The remaining three monks scuffled together and completely lost themselves.

Soon, the two fell into a pool of blood, and they gradually recovered before dying, but it was too late.

The remaining one collapsed and died on the spot.

In a blink of an eye, the remaining four monks all fell!

And the girl in the pink skirt didn't even move her fingers, she just watched from the beginning to the end, with a hint of mockery in her eyes.

This is the real bloodless sword!

"Amitabha."

Not far away, there was a sound of Buddha's name.

"Female benefactor, your heart is so vicious, sooner or later you will fall into the eighteen layers of hell and suffer the consequences. If you put down your butcher knife now and take refuge in my Buddha, there may be a glimmer of hope!"