Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 680

The little fat man had just swallowed a few pills of elixir, and before he could calm down, he took a breath and saw that the group of corpse priests had been killed by as many as possible!

The fat man opened his mouth and stared at his small eyes, his jaw almost fell to the ground.

"The rumors are true, Brother Su is still so fierce."

Shi Jian swallowed a sigh of emotion from his heart.

"Boss, thank you for coming, I want to die for you!"

The little fat man didn't change his character, just like a big meat ball, rolled over swiftly, rushed into Su Zimo's arms, and cried with tears, so excited.

Su Zimo shoved away his big, chubby face with a smile and cursed: "Come less."

Shi Jian also came over and held his fist in front of Su Zimo, chuckling: "Brother Su, thank you very much."

"I haven't seen you in twenty years. Why are you polite?"

Su Zimo chuckled, his expression relaxed.

At the beginning of Xuantian City in the junior ancient battlefield, he was alone against the four cavalry fighters, the fat man, Ji Chengtian, Lengrou, and Shi Jian, and returned to fight alongside him.

They are brothers in common!

The fat man laughed: "Stupid and stupid, you don't need to ignore him."

The three meet again for a long time. The excitement of the fat man is beyond words.

Shi Jian didn't talk much, he just smirked.

Su Zimo looks calm, but the smile on his face is much more unconscious.

"Thank you for your help."

The fat man clenched his fists at the monkey and others and thanked him with a smile.

He is a native of himself, not to mention, he knew monkeys and linghus long ago on the peak.

"Boss, what you heard about Beiyu, I heard silly and firm."

The little fat man comforted: "You don't have to be afraid, you will come back to the ancestral door with me this time. I begged Master to take you in. Although our tomb ancestors are weak, after all, they are passed down through the ages.

"And the best thing about our grave sect is concealment! Outsiders can't find our place!"

Su Zimo offended the Liuli Palace, and the Northern Territory is almost universally known.

Normal monks, seeing Su Zimo are afraid to avoid it, for fear of being implicated.

But when the fat man saw Su Zimo, he did not have any worries in this regard, but instead helped Su Zimo to come up with an idea and think of a way out.

Touched by Su Zimo, he patted the fat man's shoulder.

Although it sounds like a trick, it's not very practical.

The little fat man is a real Jin Dan. Even if he is a true disciple, it is impossible for him to have much weight in his speech.

For most of the Zongmen, it is impossible for him to go to a super-zongmen like Liuli Palace, such a behemoth.

What's more, although the tomb sect is one of the five left-hand roads, there are few disciples under the door. This is a well-known thing and cannot compete with the Liuli Palace at all.

"Brother Su, me, I can go back and talk about it, we Zongzong ..."

Shi Jian summoned up courage and wanted to help Su Zimo share his worries.

Su Zimo waved his hands with a smile, and turned away from the topic, saying: "Nothing, I will talk about this later. By the way, how can you fight with these monks of the corpse cult?"

Shi Jian shook his fist slightly and said resentfully: "Our Zongzong and the corpse cult are the enemy of life and death. They will not let me go when they see me."

"Oh?"

Su Zimo raised an eyebrow slightly.

On the continent of heaven, there are nine factions of Xianmen, seven demon gates, six temples of Buddha gate, five left roads, four side gates ... Among these super gates, there are indeed tit-for-tat rivals.

Like the heavenly religion in the fairy gate, and the evil spirit of the magic gate, it is the enemy of life and death.

In Xianmen, there are such hostile forces.

Like Liuli Palace, the relationship with Zhongzhou Piaoxue Valley is extremely poor.

Just listen to Shi Jian: "There weren't five great lefties at all. The corpse cult was created by a traitor of Daizong!"

"This man was the most talented monk of Xiongzong. He continued to cultivate and even had the hope of being called the emperor! But this man eventually embarked on the evil path and put his mind on the dead body."

"For the purpose of purifying corpses, this man is addictive to killing, he is guilty of evil, and he has not cultivated the people he cultivates.

Everyone heard Shi Jian talking about this Zong Zong's past and heard God.

Seeing Shi Jian paused, the little fox couldn't help but asked, "What then?"

Shi Jian breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Some strong men have pity for his talents, can't bear to discard him, and have repeatedly advised him to kill him!"

"Well, this man is really powerful. Many Zongmen strongmen joined forces and were killed by him all the way!"

"Although the ancestor of Zongmen was finally shocked, this person has become a climate. At that time, he joined the poisonous one of the left. If he exhausted everything to kill him, Jiuzong would have great vitality and be destroyed. ! "

"Unfortunately, Zong Zong had no choice but to leave him. Soon after, this person founded the corpse cult on the Tianhuang continent, and his influence gradually grew, and he became one of the top five left."

"No wonder."

Hearing here, Su Zimo glanced at the sorrow, saying, "I just found out that this corpse cult's method of controlling war corpses has similarities with your ancestors' methods. It turned out to be from the same door. "

"Unfortunately, although once in the same door, now it is the same." Shi Jiandao said.

The little fat man turned his small eyes and glanced around. Seeing that more and more monks gathered, he whispered: "Leave, you shouldn't stay here for a long time, leave first!"

"Ok."

Su Zimo nodded and said: "You go first, I'll grab that iron rod!"

Although their struggle with the corpse cult has subsided, the movement on this side has alarmed more monks.

Nowadays, many monks and monsters have already begun to fight, all for the four-stroke pattern superb weapon in mid-air!

Su Zimo is also following this thing.

They turned the whole day and passed through more than ten Dongfu, and only this instrument had the highest grade.

"Don't go!"

The fat man quickly grabbed Su Zimo's arm and whispered: "These broken copper and iron, there is no need to compete, let's change places!"

"what?"

Su Zimo froze for a moment.

This tone is too crazy.

In the eyes of the fat man, the best tools can only be regarded as broken copper and iron?

The fat man said mysteriously, "Follow me, I will take you to another place!"

"what?"

Su Zimo couldn't help asking.

The fat man asked without answering, "How many Dongfus have you born today?"

Su Zimo said: "More than ten."

"Ok."

The fat man was not surprised, saying: "According to my calculations, there will be more than a dozen of such Dongfu!"

"so much?"

Su Zimo's face was shocked, and he frowned and asked, "How come all these Dongfus popped up suddenly, but what happened here?"

"That's right."

The little fat man put away a rare smile and Shen said: "There is a big tomb below this place! The real babies are in this big tomb!"

"And these born caves are nothing more than a blind-eye technique left by the tomb master!"

(End of this chapter)