Looking at the corpse of the Gold Devouring Gu, Su Zimo groaned a little, waved the sleeves of his robe, and put it away.

Although the Gold Devouring Gu had fallen and its qi and blood had been lost, its physical body was still extremely powerful.

It's like a pair of front claws of the Gold Devouring Gu, even if it doesn't have to be refined, it's a rare divine weapon!

A month passed.

The miasma in this area has dissipated.

Most of them were burned by the Samadhi Dao fire, and Wan Gu Ze was a thing of the past, and there would never be any more Gu worms in the northern land.

Su Zimo and the Night Spirit set out on their way home.

Regarding the taboo in the mouth of the Gold Devouring Gu, although Su Zimo had a lot of curiosity and confusion in his heart, he did not take the initiative to ask.

He respects the Eidolens.

If the night spirit didn't say it, he wouldn't have asked for it.

It didn't take long for the Eidolon to take the initiative to bring it up.

"Actually, my memory is a little incomplete. ”

The night spirit hesitated for a moment and said, "But I know that in the primeval era, my genocide had a great connection with the primeval nine clans!"

"When I see the Rakshasa Clan, the Protoss, and the Wu Clan, in the depths of my memory, there will be hatred and murder!"

"This is the hatred of the dead race!"

The Night Spirit's gaze was cold, and his tone was calm.

When mentioning the Rakshasa Clan, the God Clan, and the Witch Clan, the murderous intent emanating from his body made even Su Zimo feel a palpitation!

But as he approached, there was a hint of sadness in the Night Spirit's eyes, and he murmured, "I can feel that my people are dead. My father and mother are dead. ”

"In this world, I don't have a clansman. ”

The loneliness of the night spirit may be difficult for others to understand.

Su Zimo didn't dare to imagine what a bleak scene would be if he was the only human race left on the Heavenly Desolate Continent.

I'm afraid that he won't be able to bear it at all and will completely collapse.

The night spirit has always been indifferent, and it is rare to see such complex emotions in him.

Su Zimo patted him on the shoulder and comforted him softly: "Perhaps, there are no blood-related clansmen around you, but you still have us, as well as brothers such as monkeys and spirit tigers!"

"yes. ”

The night spirit nodded, "I still have you, so I don't dare to expose my race, and I don't dare to show my true nature." My enemies are the Rakshasas, the Protoss, the Witches, and probably more, I ......"

The Eidolon didn't continue.

But Su Zimo could hear that the night spirit was worried about affecting them.

"We are sworn brothers. ”

Su Zimo's eyes were firm, and he said with a smile: "Don't say that your great enemies are the Rakshasa clan, the god clan, and the witch clan, even if we face the Nine Ancient Clans, we will stand by your side!"

"Even if the whole world is the enemy, we will fight side by side with you!"

Night Spirit clenched his fists, pursed his lips, and nodded heavily.

Over the years, although he has become brothers with Su Zimo and others, he has suffered from gains and losses, and his spirit is depressed.

He likes to stay with Su Zimo and others.

But he is worried that because of himself, he will bring disaster to these brothers!

Untie the knot, and the Eidolon becomes much more uplifted.

After solving the problem of Gu worms, the two of them walked towards Da Zhou, talking and laughing, but there was no need to worry.

A month ago.

The Northern Regions were plagued by witch curses, and they were lifeless, and the corpses of Gu worms could be seen everywhere.

And now, the two of them have traveled all the way, and they can clearly feel that the land of the Northern Regions is gradually recovering its vitality and vitality!

Everything is starting to get better.

When passing through a city, the two even bumped into a cultivator from the Great Zhou, who came to cast a spell to spread rain, rain rain, and dissolve the scourge of witchcraft.

"This time it's a loss to Xiao Ning. ”

Seeing this scene, Su Zimo's face unconsciously showed a smile.

"Hmm. ”

Night Spirit nodded and said, "Over the years, Xiao Ning doesn't know how many people she has saved. ”

"Oh?"

Su Zimo looked sideways slightly, curious in his heart, and asked, "By the way, I don't know yet, how did you come here for more than 100 years?"

They hadn't seen each other for more than a hundred years since the MixC separated.

Over the years, Xiao Ning has never returned to Zhongzhou.

So much so that at the Thousand Cranes Tea Party ten years ago, Su Zimo reunited with Little Fat Man, Leng Rou and others, but he didn't see Xiao Ning and Ye Ling.

Night Spirit said, "She's been saving people. ”

"Saving people?"

Su Zimo was slightly stunned.

Ye Ling said: "She worshiped Su Hong, and after leaving Pingyang Town, she walked on the land of the Northern Regions, and every time she passed through one place, she temporarily settled down and tried her best to treat the patients there. ”

"As a disciple of the Danyang Sect, and having received the inheritance of the Danchi Sect, there is naturally no difficulty in healing mortals. ”

"This salvation is more than 100 years. Over the years, we don't know how many places she has traveled, and we don't know how many mortals she has saved, we can't count them. ”

These things, the night spirit recounted, and the tone was flat.

But when Su Zimo heard it, he felt distressed.

Su Hong's death had an even greater impact on Xiao Ning than he imagined!

Xiao Ning failed to save Su Hong in time, and even before Su Hong died, he was not by his side, this regret made Xiao Ning unable to let go.

For a hundred years, Xiao Ning has been saving people.

It is also a kind of redemption for herself.

Those mortals who were rescued by Xiao Ning were actually a microcosm of Su Hong!

Xiao Ning is using this way to make up for the regrets in her heart.

Su Hong's death not only had a great impact on Xiao Ning, but also on Su Zimo.

To be precise, the reason why Su Zimo wants to establish the Tao so that all sentient beings can practice and become immortals is that he sees Su Hong getting old, and he can't do anything!

Su Zimo didn't think about saving the common people.

He just wants the people around him to live well.

If he could, he also wanted to give sentient beings a chance.

A chance to change your fate!

Finally, the night spirit smiled, a hint of admiration welled up on his face, and said, "In the cultivation realm, your reputation as a desolate martial artist may be famous. But among the mortals in the Northern Regions, Xiao Ning is much more famous than you. ”

"This witch curse, fortunately, Xiao Ning took action, otherwise, I don't know how much disaster it will cause. ”

Su Zimo also sighed.

If there is really merit in this heaven and earth.

This is the supreme merit!

In the Buddhist scriptures, it is said that saving a person's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter.

Xiao Ning's merits are immeasurable!

At this moment, a huge ancient city emerged in front of me.

In the city, the traffic is busy, the voices of people are boiling, and the excitement is extraordinary.

In a corner of the city, I saw a group of people gathered there, and in the middle there was an old man with a Confucian crown on his head and a long robe, with a ruddy face, leaning on the back of a chair.

The old man pressed the shocking wood with his left hand, shook the folding fan with his right hand, pointed to the rivers and mountains, and his mouth was like a river, and the mortals around him could listen to it and be fascinated.

Su Zimo's gaze turned and fell on the old man's body, and he couldn't help but sigh lightly.

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