Chapter 642

The pressure on his body is getting heavier and heavier, and the golden lion feels like he is about to suffocate!

There must be a decision!

The golden lion's eyes kept flickering, and he finally couldn't bear it any longer. He gritted his teeth and said, "I can be a mount for you, but you and I cannot sign a blood oath!"

This is its bottom line.

As a golden lion clan, if they sign a blood oath with this humble human clan, then it will lose face in the future and become a shame in the clan!

The golden lion clan did not sign a blood oath with the human race.

But those human races are all unparalleled heroes!

Even if it is not an emperor, it must be a powerful person, an ancestor, or a generation of arrogance, proud of the same level.

Although the human race in front of him was good at some tricks and was lucky enough to subdue it, in the eyes of the golden lion, Su Zimo was too thin.

From the bottom of his heart, the golden lion still despised Su Zimo.

It sighed in its heart, but also went out, sneered: "If you really have the courage, don't sign a blood oath with me!"

"OK."

Su Zimo nodded.

This time, the Golden Lion was stunned.

It said these words with the heart of mortal death, how could it be expected that Su Zimo would agree so happily.

"Could it be that the method of provocation worked?"

"Or is this kid playing me?"

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

If they moved to another place, the golden lion would definitely force Su Zimo to sign a blood oath with it, which would also save energy and not have to worry about the other party's betrayal all day long.

The premise of not signing the blood oath, unless the gap between the realms of the two sides is too large, a difference of two or three major realms.

One of them is not worried about the other party's betrayal at all, or in other words, even if the other party betrays, he is confident enough to suppress it!

But this situation is somewhat contradictory.

If Su Zimo was a Daoist of Returning to the Void, or a Daoist of Faxiang, he would not have to sign a blood oath with a spirit demon in the Golden Core Realm.

Just when the golden lion was thinking wildly, Su Zimo loosened the magic formula, and the unshakable demon-subduing seal on its head like Mount Sumeru finally dissipated.

The golden lion is relieved, and his heart is ecstatic!

"Without signing the blood oath, this kid actually let me go!"

The Golden Lion controlled his emotions as much as possible, and he had determined one thing in his heart.

This thin and thin scholar in front of him definitely has a problem with his brain!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The golden lion laughed wildly in his heart: "He actually let me go! From now on, I can leave at any time, and will I still be your mount?"

Su Zimo withdrew the demon-subduing seal, then turned around and turned his back to the golden lion. He looked defenseless, and headed towards the concentrating fruit line not far away.

This fruit of concentration is naturally owned by Su Zimo.

The golden lion wanted to leave directly, but looking at Su Zimo's back, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and his heart suddenly became murderous!

Now, as long as it pounces on it, this scholar will definitely not react!

Even if he can react, this scholar will not have time to release the spiritual technique just now, this person must be the thing in his belly!

But after thinking about it, the golden lion hesitated again.

In any case, after all, this scholar let it go first.

If it retaliates for its kindness and revenge, and instead eats this scholar, the Golden Lion will always feel uncomfortable in his heart and can't keep his mouth shut.

"Damn, do these monsters under my command die in vain?"

"Fangcai, this kid pressed me to the ground and rubbed me, and his head was about to be shoved into the soil. Is that enough?"

The more the golden lion thought, the more angry he became.

This is unbearable!

It can't be like that!

Just as it was thinking for a while, Su Zimo had already taken the fruit of concentration, turned around and walked towards it.

The golden lion had an idea.

"Wait for this kid to ride up, I'll run the inner alchemy directly, stretch out the flesh and blood, lift him up, and let him make a fool of himself!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Yes, that's it!"

The more the Golden Lion thought about it, the more excited he became, and he couldn't help grinning.

Although Su Zimo has many means, but he has not yet cultivated supernatural powers such as Buddhism, he naturally does not know what the golden lion is thinking.

But seeing the lion laughing weirdly, Su Zimo frowned and slapped him casually, "What are you smirking, let's go!"

After speaking, Su Zimo turned over and rode on the back of the golden lion.

This slap stunned the golden lion.

It froze in place, not responding for a while.

"This person... seems to have slapped me in the mouth?"

"He, he, he dared to slap me!"

The golden lion was furious, and a low roar roared from the depths of his throat. The inner alchemy was running wildly, opening up the flesh and blood, and the demonic energy burst out. Seeing that the whole body was about to swell.

Su Zimo's expression was calm, motionless as a mountain, and there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.

thump!

Without seeing any movement from Su Zimo, the golden lion lay on the ground again, causing dust everywhere.

"Uh……"

The golden lion groaned in pain.

It felt that its spine was almost crushed by this seemingly thin scholar!

The scholar's legs, which clamped his ribs on both sides, seemed to be an iron hoop that was indestructible, and its flesh and blood couldn't hold it open at all.

Don't say that this scholar is thrown away, it will be crushed by itself!

"impossible!"

The Golden Lion couldn't believe it, and roared in his heart: "How can this thin scholar have such terrifying physical strength!"

At this moment, the scholar bowed his head slightly, put his head close to his ear, and said softly, "Be honest, don't have any other thoughts."

The scholar's palm landed on its head, and while talking, he gently rubbed it.

It seems to be soft, but the golden lion is jolted, and a cold air rushes up from the spine!

It clearly felt that the scholar's fingertips slightly protruded an inch of nails and scratched its scalp.

These nails are extremely sharp, even sharper than the blade!

It has no doubt that as long as this scholar exerts force, he can grab five finger holes out of its head!

The golden lion wants to cry but has no tears.

It finally realized that it wasn't that the scholar was not smart, but that the person was strong enough.

So powerful that even if you don't sign a blood oath with it, you can suppress it at any time!

"Let's go."

Su Zimo's voice sounded.

The golden lion suddenly felt a little light on his body, and the power that had been so powerful just now seemed to have disappeared suddenly.

But the scholar is still riding on it.

"Where is this evildoer who got out of it, it's really bloody mold."

The golden lion sighed, thinking that it was hopeless to resist, suddenly became lethargic, and slowly walked towards the outside of the valley.

It is a fierce beast with a head and a face in the Wild Lion Mountain.

Entering this ancient battlefield, it originally planned to defeat the arrogance of the human race, disdain the group of monsters, show its might, and become famous all over the world.

Unexpectedly, just a few days after coming in, I fell into a big somersault.

This is good, in the future, there is no need to defeat the arrogance of the human race, and I can only honestly serve as a mount for others.

What the Golden Lion is most worried about is that in the future, he will encounter monsters he knows in the ancient battlefield.

If those monsters saw this scene, it would really lose face, and the face of the golden lion clan would be completely lost by it!

Turning to this point, the golden lion was saddened, and his eyes were a little wet.

"Senior sister, look, this lion seems to be crying!"

A monk next to him whispered.

Hearing this sentence, the golden lion's face turned black, his feet staggered, and he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"Be steady!"

Su Zimo scolded.

Snapped!

The head was slapped for no reason.

This time, the golden lion really cried.