Chapter 618 I Want to Stand Up!

Su Zimo turned around, his eyes fell on the vulture not far away, and asked lightly, "Tell me, what do you know."

"What fellow Daoists are saying, I don't understand."

The vulture laughed dryly.

"Don't say it, die!"

Su Zimo was in the void, walking towards the vulture step by step, not in a hurry, but formed a strong pressure, surging forward!

This is the real oppression!

The vulture even felt a burst of suffocation!

His arms trembled slightly, and a flash of fear flashed across his eyes, followed by madness.

The vulture's expression was a little grim, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I can say it, but you have to promise to let me live!"

"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me!"

Su Zimo's expression was icy cold, he came to the vulture and directly grabbed his throat.

"Zimo, leave it to me."

Fairy Ji's slender hand rested on Su Zimo's wrist.

Su Zimo let go.

Fairy Ji came to the vulture, smiled charmingly, and there were ripples in her eyes, and asked softly, "Commander, why are you stopping me?"

The vulture was completely stunned, his eyes blurred, as if he had lost his soul.

"The second prince and the fourth prince are going to jointly sign a letter, abolish the third princess, and recommend the first prince to be the emperor! The first prince is the eldest son and should inherit the great lineage. The name of the third princess is not right, let alone a daughter."

"What happened to the daughter?"

Ji Yaojing raised her eyebrows and said coldly, "Isn't my daughter like the emperor! My sister is killing the enemy outside, and you young people are actually doing these little things in secret."

"I think you are courting death!"

Before she finished speaking, Fairy Ji stretched out her finger and gently brushed the vulture's throat.

A thin red line appeared.

The vulture stared at him and gradually came to his senses. He covered his throat with both hands and kicked his feet, but he couldn't stop the blood spurting!

呲呲!

The vulture's eyes gradually dimmed, his body fell, and he fell on the spot.

"The matter of Wangcheng requires you to come forward."

Su Zimo pondered: "It is still possible to suppress this matter by means of your identity."

"Well, don't worry." Fairy Ji nodded.

Su Zimo turned around and returned to the chariot, helped Su Hong out, nodded at Ji Yaojing, and said, "I'm leaving."

Before he finished speaking, Su Zimo was already galloping towards the distance, at an astonishingly fast speed, and in the blink of an eye, he was already on the horizon.

"Where are you going?"

Fairy Ji shouted from behind.

There was no response for a long time.

Ji Yao carefully wanted to pursue her, but she knew that the Great Zhou Kingdom needed her even more.

...

In the sky above Yandi, a huge ominous bird passed by.

This fierce bird is covered with scales, burning with fine flames, with sharp eyes, looking around, its wings are spread, and it is more than ten feet long!

Ancient Relic, Ziyan Carving!

Surprisingly, behind Zi Yandiao, there was a seemingly ordinary chariot.

There were two people sitting side by side in the chariot, a handsome scholar and a gray-haired old man.

These two were Su Zimo and Su Hong who returned to Yandi.

Su Zimo captured an ancient relic and used it as a car for the time being, so there was less trouble on the road.

The two people passed through the thirteen cities of the Yan Kingdom slaughtered by the Liuli Palace. It can still be seen that the bones left behind from that year are piled up into mountains!

On the city wall, the wind was blowing and the sun was blowing, and the bloodstains left in the past had turned black.

Every time he passed a city, Su Hong would stop, and in front of the city, he would kneel and pay homage in front of these dead bones.

The last city.

It was the King City of Yan.

Twenty years have passed, and the prosperity of the past is no longer there.

The old man was also old.

Zheng Bo, Liu Yu, Yuchihuo, Song Qi, and the former black armored cavalry have all been buried under the rubble.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

"Twenty years ago, I should have been here, with you."

"Good brothers, I, Su Hong, are back!"

Standing on this homeland, Su Hong was in tears and was overwhelmed with grief.

In Su Zimo's eyes, there seemed to be a scene of people from the Liuli Palace descending here and killing people.

In front of cultivators, mortals have no power to resist, and their lives are like mustards!

Su Zimo lowered his head with a blank expression.

Over the past few days, along the way, he has seen too many corpses of Weihan.

Killing, violence, starvation, displacement, murder, plundering, biting, cannibalism...

All order has collapsed.

Human life is even more despicable than ants!

The current scene is no worse than the hell in Buddhism!

Under the shroud of war, the most miserable and helpless are the common people in the world, these mortals who have no spiritual roots and cannot cultivate.

In these mortals, Su Zimo saw his own shadow.

Originally, he was the most ordinary of them.

If there is no Dieyue, there may be one of these bones on the roadside!

Su Zimo may be able to save one person, two people, or even a hundred people, but he can't save everyone.

He can't even save his own relatives!

You can only watch Su Hongshouyuan run out!

Along the way, Su Zimo was always thinking about a question.

What if he came out ten years earlier?

Can he save Su Hong?

After all, Su Hong is only a mortal. After twenty years, thirty years, and forty years, his lifespan will be exhausted, and the two will eventually have to experience separation.

Even if he didn't offend the Liuli Palace, wouldn't everyone in the world suffer such a disaster?

When the war comes, the first to suffer are these mortals.

In front of cultivators, mortals simply cannot control their own destiny!

Cultivators can trample the dignity of mortals at will.

No matter how much mortals struggle, it is useless.

If there was no Dieyue back then, Su Zimo would have been killed by Zhou Dingyun, who had returned from practice.

He is lucky.

You Dieyue changed her life against the sky.

But who will change his life for Su Hong?

Who will change the lives of the common people in the world?

Could it be that these mortals who have no spiritual roots and cannot cultivate are destined to become victims of war, food for monsters, and bones at the feet of cultivators?

Su Zimo is not a saint.

He never thought to use his own power to save the world from fire and water.

He just wanted to keep his loved ones alive.

He just thought, maybe... mortals in the world should have a chance to fight against fate!

"I want to stand up!"

Sudden.

Su Zimo raised his head, clenched his fists, and an unprecedented light burst out in his eyes, and said slowly, his tone was firm and unshakable!

"I want to break the shackles of fate that bind all living beings!"

"What if there is no spiritual root?"

"I want to change my life for the people!"

"I want all beings in this world to practice cultivation and become immortals!"

This voice resounded through the heavens and the earth, deafening, and reverberating endlessly!

Boom!

The voice just fell.

It was a clear sky for thousands of miles, but there was a thunderous explosion.

It seems to have disturbed the gods in the sky, and a palpitating coercion shrouded down, like the power of the sky, irresistible!

at the same time.

On the Heavenly Desolate Continent, in all the hidden places, the ancestors woke up from the retreat, looked up at the sky, and looked shocked.

In the Mysterious Palace.

An old man with a Confucian crown on his head seemed to feel it, and after pinching his fingers, he couldn't help but be shocked, and said, "Someone made a big wish, and even the gods are alarmed!"