Tianming Zhenjun's heart was on fire.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Now, the monks in Vientiane City are either exhausted or seriously injured, and no one can stop him.

Originally, he was still a little suspicious of the man in black called 'Night Spirit'.

But the night spirit has left Vientiane City in order to hunt down the remnants of the Rakshasa clan!

Although there are not a few Rakshasas left, they are scattered and fled, and the night spirit wants to kill all these Rakshasas, it is impossible in a short time!

As long as he snatches the storage bag in Su Zimo's hand as soon as possible, he immediately runs away thousands of miles away, carefully hides it, and no one wants to find him in this vast and vast ancient battlefield!

Although this matter is a little disgraceful, when he returns to the Heavenly Desolate Continent, he also has words of justification.

After all, it is to get back the secret art that belongs to the Wind Thunder Palace, and outsiders can't say anything!

"Tianming, don't forget, there are more than 50,000 Tianjiao here!"

Yujun Zhenjun said in a deep voice: "You want to snatch Su Zimo's storage bag, but you have to ask these more than 50,000 Tianjiao if they agree! Even if we are seriously injured, you alone may be able to resist 50,000 monks!"

"Not bad. ”

Pang Yue of the Overlord Hall stood up, although his face was pale, he patted his chest and said loudly: "Thanks to Su Daoyou's action today, I can only survive when I wait, if you want to make a move on Su Daoyou, I will be the first to disagree!"

"If you want to touch him, ask me about the sword in my hand first!"

Dugu Jian said coldly.

In the crowd, one monk after another stood up.

There are familiar and unfamiliar.

There are former opponents, and there are friends around them.

Of course, the vast majority of monks are silent.

Some wanted to speak and stopped, some had flashing eyes, some looked hesitant, and some watched coldly.

All kinds of beings, at this moment, are undoubtedly revealed.

Noticing this scene, the corners of Tianming Zhenjun's mouth curled slightly, and his heart became more calm, and he said loudly: "Don't be stupid, Su Zimo is a foreign race, and this time he made a move, just to save his friend!

"Hehe, many of you monks have besieged his friends. Perhaps, when his injuries heal, he will have to settle this account with you!"

There was a commotion in the crowd.

Tianming Zhenjun's words spoke to the hearts of some monks.

Seeing this scene, the smile in Tianming Zhenjun's eyes was even greater.

"You protect him today, maybe tomorrow, he will kill you!"

Tianming Zhenjun's bewitching voice continued to sound: "Don't forget, he is a foreign race, who can guarantee that he will not treat you like the Rakshasa clan and the god clan? Don't forget an ancient adage, if you are not of my race, your heart will be different!"

"What did Zhenjun say...... Not without reason. ”

"Yes, he took action against the Protoss, the Rakshasa Clan, not to save us at all, and we don't need to protect him. ”

"This person also conjured the form of the dragon clan just now, and the dragon clan is also one of the nine fierce clans, and it is estimated that it is not much better than the god clan and the rakshasa clan!"

In the crowd, there was some discussion.

It's just that the voice is very small and the confidence is insufficient.

Seeing this scene, Fairy Ji smiled mockingly, and said, "What is the revenge of grace, today is considered to have seen." The evil of human nature is nothing more than that. ”

"Human nature is what it is. ”

Lin Xuanji sighed and said, "Mortals think that cultivators are all immortal wind dao bones and don't eat fireworks, but they don't know that the desire of cultivators is the strongest!"

"The cultivation realm is not a paradise, the cultivation realm is much more cruel than the rolling red dust! In order to live forever, in order to become stronger, some monks can do whatever it takes, and what is the point of revenge. ”

"Listen to me!"

Yujun Zhenjun suddenly roared, and the wound on the broken arm instantly collapsed, and the blood flowed like an infusion, but he didn't realize it.

"Whether he Su Zimo is a demon clan or a dragon clan, in this world, anyone can make a move on him, but you can't!"

Yujun Zhenjun pointed to the endless more than 50,000 monks, his expression was stern, and he said word by word: "Because, all of you owe him a life!"

The hustle and bustle just now gradually quieted down again.

The guide monk clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddha horn softly, and said lightly: "Whether it is alien or not, I don't understand this kind of big right and wrong." But I know one thing, he saved all of us, almost with his life. ”

"Without him, we would all be dead now, reduced to the souls of the gods and the flesh and blood of the Rakshasa clan! I don't know what is right and wrong, but I know what it means to have clear grievances!"

These words are loud and deafening!

Some bowed their heads, others looked ashamed.

Tianming Zhenjun's expression was uncertain, seeing that the situation was a little wrong, he couldn't bear it anymore, and said in a cold voice: "Guide monk, you don't want to bewitch the people and demagogue people there!"

At this time, Tianming Zhenjun was already ready to make a move.

We can't afford to put it off any longer.

The longer it drags on, the more disadvantageous it becomes!

If he waits for that night spirit to return, I'm afraid he won't be able to escape!

Now, the remaining more than 50,000 monks are not monolithic at all, they all have their own thoughts, as long as there are not many people on Su Zimo's side, great things can be done!

"The disciples of the Wind and Thunder Hall obey orders, whoever dares to stop me will be killed!"

Tianming Zhenjun was murderous, his eyebrows were bright, and in his palms, blazing arcs of thunder and lightning appeared, exuding a terrifying and terrifying aura!

"Protect Childe!"

"Protect Brother Su!"

Nian Qi and Lin Xuanji directly surrounded Su Zimo and protected him in the middle, forming a wall of people.

"Hehe, why bother. ”

At this moment, Su Zimo suddenly chuckled: "You want my storage bag, I'll give it to you." ”

Su Zimo patted the shoulder of the little fat man in front of him and motioned for him to get out of the way.

"Boss?"

The little fat man let out a low sigh, and there was an inquiring hint in his eyes.

"It's okay, get out of the way. ”

Su Zimo nodded and smiled, looking calm.

Everyone looked at each other, and although they hesitated, they still gave way.

Su Zimo walked out slowly, took off the storage bag on his waist, looked at Tianming Zhenjun not far away, handed it over in the air, and said lightly: "The storage bag is here, if you want it, come and get it." ”

"Huh?"

Tianming Zhenjun's pupils shrank slightly.

His divine sense had already been probed on Su Zimo's body many times, and it could be confirmed that this son's qi and blood were weak and his spiritual power was exhausted, and he would definitely not be able to fight again.

But what does this son do with this gesture?

Although Su Zimo's expression was tired, there was no panic on his face, and he looked calm and calm.

"Hey, hey!"

Tianming Zhenjun turned his mind and sneered: "Junior treacherous, presumably you want to lure me close and then use a killing move! You are still too tender, how can you hide this little thought!"

In fact, looking at Su Zimo's current state, even if he is close, there will be no danger in the future.

But be careful, you can't go wrong!

"I gave away the storage bag, and you didn't dare to take it......"

Su Zimo put away his smile, hung the storage bag on his waist again, and said coldly: "Just such a little guts, you still want my life!"

"Tianming, let me tell you something! Even if I Su Zimo is exhausted, I can kill you!"

(End of chapter)