Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 783: The Evil of Human Nature

Tianming Zhenjun's heart was fiery.

This opportunity is once in a lifetime!

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

Originally, he was still a little worried about the black man named 'Yaling'.

But Ye Ling has left Vientiane City to hunt down the remaining Rakshas!

Although there are few people in the Raksha clan, they flee. The night spirit wants to kill as many Rakshas as possible, it is simply impossible in a short time!

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

Although this incident was disgraceful, he also made a justification when he returned to the continent.

After all, in order to get back the secret technique that belongs to the Temple of Wind and Thunder, no one can say anything!

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

Yu Jun Zhenjun said in a deep voice: "You want to **** Su Zimo's storage bags, but you can ask these 50,000 Tianjiao not to agree! Even if I am seriously injured, your own strength may be able to resist Fifty thousand monks! "

"Good."

Pang Yue, the Overlord Palace, stood out. Although his face was pale, he patted his chest and said loudly: "Today, thanks to Su Dayou's shot, I can wait until I survive. If you want to shoot against Su Dayou, I won't agree!

"You want to touch him, first asked the sword in my hand!"

Du Gujian said coldly.

In the crowd, monks came out one after another.

There are familiar and strangers.

There are former opponents and friends around.

Of course, most monks are silent.

Some of them stopped talking, some eyes flickered, some looked hesitant, and others looked coldly.

At this moment, all sentient beings are revealed.

When he noticed this scene, Tianming Zhenjun's mouth was slightly upturned, his heart was more calm, and he cried out loudly: "Don't be silly, Su Zimo is an alien, and this shot is just to save his friend! Your life, this People don't care at all! "

"Hey, many of you monks have besieged his friends. Maybe he'll need you to clear this account when his injury is healed!"

There was a commotion in the crowd.

Tianming Zhenjun said these words to the hearts of some monks.

Seeing this scene, Tianming Zhenjun smiled even more.

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

Tianming Zhenjun's bewildering voice continued to sound: "Don't forget, he is an alien race, who can guarantee that he will not treat you like the Rakshasa and the Protoss? Do n’t forget an old saying, not my race, his heart different!"

"Zhenjun said ... not without reason."

"Yeah, he took a shot against the Protoss, the Rakshas, ​​not to save us at all, and we didn't need to protect him."

"This person has also transformed the form of the Dragon race just now. The Dragon race is also one of the nine fierce races. It is estimated that it is not much better than the Protoss and Raksha races!"

There was some discussion in the crowd.

It's just that the sound is very low and lack of energy.

Seeing this scene, Ji Fairy smiled mockingly, and said, "What is the revenge of benevolence, today is considered to be an experience. The evil of human nature is nothing more than that."

"That's what human nature is."

Lin Xuanji sighed and said, "Everyone thinks that the practitioners are all immortals. They don't eat fireworks, but they don't know the desire of the practitioners is the strongest!"

"The world of self-cultivation is not a paradise. The world of self-cultivation is much more cruel than rolling red dust! It is a scam, it ’s ubiquitous! For the sake of longevity and strength, some monks can do whatever they can, and they can count on revenge.

"You guys listen to me!"

Yujun Zhenjun suddenly yelled, and the wound at the broken arm burst open instantly, and the blood flow was like a note, but he didn't notice it.

"Either he Su Zimo is a demon or a dragon. In this world, anyone can shoot at him, only you can't!"

Yu Jun Zhenjun pointed at the vast and endless number of 50,000 monks, with a severe expression, saying, "Because, all of you owe him a life!"

The hustle and bustle of the hustle and bustle just quieted down again.

The guide monk clasped his hands together, groaned a Buddhist horn, and said lightly: "Interracial or not, this kind of right and wrong, I don't understand. But I know one thing, he saved all of us and almost died."

"Without him, now we are all dead, reduced to the ghosts of the Protoss, and flesh and blood in the belly of the Rakshasa! I don't understand right and wrong, but I know what it means to be gracious!"

These words are loud and deafening!

Someone bowed his head and someone looked ashamed.

Tianming Zhenjun's expression was cloudy and uncertain, seeing that the situation was a bit wrong, he couldn't bear it anymore, and said coldly, "Guide monk, you must stop there to deceive and confuse people!"

At this point, Tianming Zhenjun is ready to take action.

Can't delay any longer.

The longer the delay, the more disadvantageous!

If he waits for the night spirit to come back, I'm afraid he won't be able to escape!

Today, the remaining 50,000 monks are not iron slabs, they are all thoughtful, as long as there are not many people standing on Su Zimo's side, big things can be accomplished!

"The disciples of Wind Thunder Hall obey, who dares to stop me and kill without amnesty!"

Tianming Zhenjun was so aggressive, his eyebrows were bright, and in his palms, a thunderous arc of lightning appeared, exuding a terrifying and terrifying atmosphere!

"Protect the son!"

"Protect Brother Su!"

Nianqi and Lin Xuanji surrounded Su Zimo directly, protecting them in the middle, forming a wall of people.

"Oh, why bother so much."

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

Su Zimo patted the fat man's shoulder in front of him and motioned for him to let go.

"Boss?"

The fat man whispered, his eyes revealing the question.

"It's okay, let it go."

Su Zimo nodded and smiled calmly.

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

Su Zimo stepped out slowly, took off the storage bag around his waist, looked at Tianming Zhenjun not far away, handed it over, and said gently: "The storage bag is here, if you want, come over Take it. "

"Ok?"

Tianming Zhenjun's pupils contracted slightly.

His consciousness had been investigated many times on Su Zimo's body, and it was confirmed that this son was weak in blood and exhausted, and certainly could not fight again.

But what does this gesture mean?

Su Zimo's expression was tired, but his face didn't panic, and he looked calm and calm.

"Hey!"

Tianming Zhenjun turned his thoughts and sneered, "Junior treacherous, presumably you want to draw me closer, and then use a killing trick! You are still too tender, how can you hide this from me!"

In fact, looking at Su Zimo's current state, even if he is close, there is no danger in thinking about it.

But be careful, you can never go wrong!

"I gave up my storage bag. You dare not come to get it ..."

Su Zimo put away a smile, hung the storage bag back on his waist, and said coldly, "Just so bold and courageous, I still want my life!"

"Tianming, I'll tell you one thing! Even I Su Zimo exhausted, I can beat you!"

(End of this chapter)