Chapter 897 Are You Scared Out of Your Wits?

The man in green shirt is none other than Su Zimo who has changed his appearance.

Unless his spiritual consciousness far surpasses his, he would not be able to detect his disguise at all, let alone see his true appearance.

Keeping him alive is what Jihuo Taojun means.

Although Taoist Jihuo had only said this sentence from the time he took action until now, Su Zimo could feel the anger that Taoist Jihuo tried hard to suppress in his tone.

Five thousand years later, the Bailian Sect was bullied to the point of being bullied, and was even encountered by Jihuo Dao Lord. He must get to the bottom of it!

Ruxuan came up, got in front of Su Zimo, and angrily grabbed Wu Yuan's soul.

Sudden!

Su Zimo's heart moved, he noticed it, and pulled Ruxuan back.

"What are you doing..."

Ruxuan frowned and shouted, but before she could finish her words, she stopped abruptly.

I saw Wuyuan Yuan Shen suddenly spontaneously ignited strangely, and the dark flames flickered, eerie and terrifying!

Ruxuan's little face turned pale with fright.

It is conceivable that if Su Zimo hadn't held her back just now, her hands would have been stained with hellfire!

The lighter case may result in the loss of an arm; the more serious case may even lead to death!

"Don't worry, my death will not be in vain. The strong men from my Hellfire Palace will definitely come to avenge me!"

Wu Yuan's voice came out from the raging underworld fire, carrying endless resentment.

"Jiejie, Jiejie, none of you can escape! You Bailian Sect, just wait to bear our revenge!"

Snapped!

Su Zimo flicked his sleeves, and a magic seal fell down, directly smashing Wu Yuan's soul to pieces!

This was obviously Wu Yuan's self-destruction method. There was no way to save him, so it was better to kill him and keep his ears clean.

Su Zimo's consciousness moved and he collected the storage bags of Wu Yuan and others. He took a casual look and found that there was nothing valuable or useful.

Su Zimo picked up the black shield again.

This black shield can withstand his power without breaking, so it can be considered a treasure.

Of course, for Su Zimo, this thing couldn't catch his eye.

He gained a lot from just a few battles at the Ten Thousand Demons Conference.

He has all the storage bags of the Overlord of Xuanyang Peak.

At this time, Liu Hanyan came to Su Zimo, bowed Yingying, and said sincerely: "I am Liu Hanyan of the Bailian Sect. Thank you fellow Taoist for your generous action and saving our lives."

Nangong Ling always felt that Liu Hanyan's look at Su Zimo had some other meaning, and he couldn't help but feel a little sour in his heart. He quickly sent a message: "Hanyan, be careful. This person's identity is unknown. He seems to know the "Red Flame Heart Sutra". Let's ask first. Ask him where he came from!"

"That's all for later."

Liu Hanyan shook his head slightly and said through a message: "No matter what, it is a fact that this fellow Taoist saved us!"

"Without him, the three of us would have been captured alive by Wu Yuan, and we don't know how humiliated we would have been."

Nangong Ling could not refute for a while.

Liu Hanyan pushed Ruxuan gently again and said through the message: "If you don't come forward to thank me, I saved your life twice!"

Ruxuan pursed her lips, bowed to Su Zimo, and said, "Manghan, my name is Ruxuan, and I am also from the Bailian Sect. Thank you very much for today."

Nangong Ling was also a little reluctant, but he still cupped his fists and bowed to Su Zimo, and said in a deep voice: "Nangong Ling of the Bailian Sect, thank you fellow Taoist."

Su Zimo smiled slightly and nodded.

Although the three people in front of me belong to the same sect, they have very different personalities.

Liu Hanyan is relatively calm, courteous and thoughtful, and indeed has the bearing of a disciple of a large sect.

Ruxuan seems carefree, informal, and outspoken.

As for Nangong Ling, in addition to the aura from a large sect, there was also a kind of pride in his bones, as if he came from an extraordinary family.

The three of them gave Su Zimo a good feeling. At least they were not bad-hearted, and they exuded a sense of vitality and bravery.

"Hey, haven't you heard of Senior Brother Nangong's name?"

Seeing that Su Zimo had no reaction after Nangong Ling introduced herself, Ru Xuan couldn't help but ask.

Su Zimo recalled it carefully, then shook his head and said, "I've never heard of this..."

Ruxuan immediately showed a little contempt.

"Have you heard of the Golden Core Vision List?" Ruxuan asked again.

"I heard it."

Su Zimo nodded.

Ruxuan patted her bulging chest, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "It's okay. You also know the Golden Core Vision List, so you don't need me to explain it."

After a pause, Ruxuan took a deep breath and said slowly, "Listen carefully! Senior Brother Nangong is the 83rd on the Golden Core Vision List this time!"

Su Zimo was stunned.

It wasn't because he was shocked. He was once the number one in the vision list, and number eighty-three on the vision list was really nothing in his eyes.

He was stunned. On the one hand, he lamented the passage of time. A hundred years had passed, and the list of visions had changed.

On the other hand, I also recalled the scenes that happened in the ancient battlefield a hundred years ago, and I was filled with emotion.

Nangong Ling stood aside with his proud chin raised and a sense of arrogance between his brows.

His eyes looked at Liu Hanyan from time to time, as if he was showing off silently.

Underneath his seemingly calm appearance, he couldn't hide his inner joy.

Su Zimo's reaction made him very satisfied.

Anyone who suddenly sees the monk who is ranked eighty-three on the vision list will be so shocked and frightened.

At this moment, Nangong Ling felt as if he was the only existence in the world, and his whole body was glowing with light.

Liu Hanyan stroked his forehead, feeling helpless.

"Giggle!"

Seeing Su Zimo's eyes straighten, Ruxuan couldn't help but laugh out loud. She stretched out her palm and waved it in front of Su Zimo's eyes and said, "Are you scared? Hey, wake up!"

"Well……"

Su Zimo came back to his senses and laughed too, which seemed to have a deeper meaning.

However, at this time, Nangong Ling and Ru Xuan did not react at all.

Not long after, when they truly understood the meaning of Su Zimo's smile, they were so embarrassed and angry that they almost found a crack in the ground and crawled into it.

"Why are you giggling!"

Ruxuan hammered Su Zimo's chest, but there was no harm in it.

"Ruxuan, stop making trouble!"

Liu Hanyan couldn't stand it anymore and said: "You must know that there are people outside the world, and there are mountains outside the mountains. I also admire the strength of Senior Brother Nangong, but there are eighty-two geniuses in front of him."

"What's more, there are also the geniuses who were on the last vision list."

Ruxuan shook her head and said: "You can't say that. You know, we are monks from the Bailian Sect, one of the four major side sects. We are not comparable to the Immortal Sect, the Demonic Sect, and the Buddhist Sect."

"For us cultivators from the Hundred Refiners Sect, it is extremely difficult to get a seat on the Vision List. The last time a sect monk was named on the Vision List, it was thousands of years ago."

What Ruxuan said is right.

It is difficult for the disciples of the four great disciples to leave their names on the vision list.

In the last vision list, among the four side sects, there was only one Danyang sect named Ji Chengtian, and he was still ranked behind one hundred.

Therefore, it is quite rare for Nangong Ling to be ranked eighty-three on the list of visions.

It's easy to understand.

Whether it is Bailian Sect or other sects among the four side sects, their cultivation tendencies are different.

Like the Hundred Refining Sect, which focuses on refining weapons.

Human energy is limited, and if you want to achieve success in refining weapons, you must consume a huge amount of mental energy.

As a result, the combat power will naturally be weak.

From ancient times to the present, there have been very few monks in the Hundred Refining Sect who have achieved great success in both weapon refining and combat prowess, and have gained a great reputation.