Chapter 593 Who Is Crying?

"I also did it out of kindness, it really wasn't intentional."

"Don't you think this little monk is all right?"

"You don't need to be alarmed by this trivial matter, right?"

"Your cultivation technique is really powerful. It reverses Yin and Yang, reverses the universe, and brings back the dead... Huh?"

The big man was crying and crying, and he felt something was wrong.

The bloody butterfly in the air didn't move at all.

There is no life breath in the body of the butterfly.

The big man stared at the blood-colored butterfly for a while, and found that this was an illusion created by Su Zimo's stunning demonic energy, and it did not possess any lethal power!

The old man's face turned black, and he could not wait to slap his own mouth.

He has lived for countless years, and even in the face of the top existence on the Heavenly Desolate Continent, he has never been afraid, not to mention that he will be so rude.

It was because that woman was too strong eight years ago, and left a huge shadow in his heart.

The moment the bloody butterfly appeared just now, he once thought that the woman was back,

The big man almost killed Su Zimo, and he felt a little guilty.

Now that I suddenly saw the blood-colored butterfly descending, my first reaction thought that I was looking for him to settle the account.

The old monk seemed much calmer.

The big man stood up embarrassedly and coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment.

Fortunately, the little monk was always in a coma and didn't see all this, otherwise he would be thrown into his grandma's house as a shame.

In the turbid eyes of the old monk, a sneer flashed across, and he said slowly: "I can't think of it, the Heavenly Desolate Continent is dignified..."

"Old bald donkey!"

Before the old monk could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the big man in a hurry.

The big man pointed at the old monk, and his fingers almost stabbed the old monk in the face, stared at him, and said with gritted teeth, "Shut up Laozi!"

The old monk sneered slightly, his eyes turned, seeing that Su Zimo was out of danger, his breathing gradually stabilized, he felt relieved and turned to leave.

Halfway through, the old monk's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he murmured expressionlessly: "Red-haired ghost? Hmm... that's a good name."

The big man was stunned for a while before he realized that the old monk had disappeared in the backyard of the main hall.

The big man clenched his fists so hard that he gritted his teeth and scolded: "Damn, you old bald donkey, you don't read scriptures well, and you still have the heart to make fun of me..."

...

I don't know how long it took, Su Zimo woke up leisurely.

Su Zimo's eyes were blank, he struggled to sit up, rubbed his forehead, and sat quietly for a while before gradually remembering what happened before fainting.

In Su Zimo's mind, the big face of the red-haired ghost could not help but appear, and there seemed to be a 'humming' sound in his ears.

Su Zimo's whole body was agitated, and without thinking much, he jumped up, burst out with all his strength, and ran towards the hall.

"Um?"

After running for a few steps, Su Zimo's expression changed, and he gradually discovered a trace of abnormality.

His physical body seems to be stronger than before!

The inner alchemy on the chest has also recovered a little luster, and a crack has been repaired!

"This……"

Su Zimo suddenly remembered the last bowl of water he drank.

The only problem is the bowl of water!

"Little monk, from today onwards, every other month, you will come here to drink a bowl of water."

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded.

Just before, this voice almost tortured Su Zimo into a lunatic!

Su Zimo resisted the urge to run away and turned to look.

In the depths of the cemetery, a big man covered in chains was lying on the ground, with his hands behind his head, and he didn't even look at him, as if he was closing his eyes and resting.

Su Zimo couldn't help but ask, "Red-haired ghost, what is this water?"

Hearing the three words 'red-haired ghost', the corner of the big man's mouth twitched, and he said impatiently: "If you want to drink, you can drink, so much nonsense!"

Su Zimo was boring, but he was not angry.

He faintly felt that after he woke up, the big man's attitude towards him seemed to have changed.

What it was, he couldn't say.

During the time he was in a coma, something must have happened!

This bowl of water is not easy either!

You must know that before this, Su Zimo swallowed a ten thousand year vermilion fruit, and the body received a huge supply of life essence, and there was no sign of repairing the inner core.

After drinking this bowl of water, not only did his body become stronger, but even the cracks on the inner alchemy were repaired!

not only that.

Su Zimo could clearly feel that there was still a huge amount of life essence left in his body.

These energies, even if he practiced the Secret Tome of the Demon King of the Great Wilderness every night, would be enough to last a month!

Such a powerful healing power also contains a huge and rich life essence. What kind of water is it that has such magical power?

Su Zimo carefully searched for the ancient books he had read before, but did not find any treasures that could match this spiritual water.

However, he was clear.

With enough spiritual water to support, no accident, his inner core is expected to return to its original state within a few years!

If you continue to practice, the inner alchemy will be completed, and even the inner alchemy will be complete, and it will be a matter of time!

This cultivation speed, even if he has enough flesh and blood to eat outside the Dragon Burial Valley, can never reach it!

Su Zimo is also in a good mood when the hidden dangers of the inner alchemy are completely resolved.

No matter how slow his response was, at this time, it could be seen that the big man was helping him.

Turning to this point, Su Zimo bowed deeply in the direction of the big man, and said seriously: "Red-haired ghost, thank you very much. Among ghosts, there are also good and evil, you must be a kind ghost... You just talk a lot. a bit."

"Get out of my way!"

The big man roared.

Su Zimo fled in despair.

Looking at Su Zimo's back, the big man revealed a row of sharp and white teeth, which were grinding and rattling. With a look of resentment, he said bitterly, "You are the ghost, and your whole family is a ghost!"

...

When Su Zimo turned to the front yard of the main hall, it was already noon.

Mingzhen was chanting scriptures in the courtyard, and when he saw Su Zimo coming back safe and sound, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, leaned forward, and asked in confusion, "Junior Brother Mingxin, are you alright?"

Mingzhen knows the horror of the big man in the backyard.

If he was tortured all night, the whole person was collapsed and his spirit was lethargic, how could he be as bright as Su Zimo and his eyes were like torches.

"It's alright."

Su Zimo looked relaxed, patted Mingzhen's shoulder, and said with a half-smile, "A month later, I will go to the back, do you want to be with me?"

"Don't go, don't go!"

Mingzhen's head shook like a rattle, with a firm tone.

Su Zimo smiled.

At this moment, the old monk pushed open the door and came out, seemingly casually saying: "In the Dragon Burial Valley, a woman has come today, and she has been crying for a cup of tea... Alas, in a blink of an eye, it's been a year. ."

"Woman, cry?"

Su Zimo was stunned for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to have thought of something, and turned around to go to the ancient temple.

Mingzhen looked worried, turned his head and asked, "Master, lend me your magic weapon again, and I will protect the younger brother."

"No need."

The old monk shook his head and said, "Let him go by himself. There is a rosary of King Ming on his wrist, and the ghosts and evil spirits outside are not close to him."