Monsters Will Die if They Are Killed

South of the Central Plains, along the Nanjiang River.

The clouds are long and the rain is torrential.

The land of Suzhou, originally known as the land of fish and rice, has become a primeval forest overgrown with vegetation after nearly 80 years of neglect.

The clouds and mist rolled, the wind and rain drifted away, and the moist wind blew over the forest sea, bringing up all kinds of miasma that accumulated in it, and the whole forest was suddenly colorful.

It can be vaguely seen that there are countless plants and beasts that have never appeared in this world before the appearance of the Shenmu, breeding in it, turning this land into an abnormal alien world.

And a huge river rushes like a dividing line between heaven and earth. In the heavy rain, it passes through this alien-like forest, and spreads from the depths of the distant continent to the ocean at the end of the field of vision.

Su Zhou stood at the forefront of a zhenqi airship named 'Changfeng', staring into the distance with Li Daoran and another Taoist master, the Hundred Schools position where shadows could gradually be seen—and the incomparable Huge, the shade of the tree covers nearly a thousand miles of 'banyan trees'.

Banyan Undead Tree!

The oncoming gust of wind and heavy rain blew the skirts of this young man with a long spear and a long knife on his belt, and fluttered the flag hanging on the airship—but Su Zhou didn't care, because his waist The power of the fire spirit naturally emitted by the magic weapon worn during the day can easily blow away all rainwater.

He just squinted his eyes, staring at the sacred tree in front of him, and the faintly visible Heavenly Palace at the top of the sacred tree.

That's where our hundreds of families confront the Demon Dynasty—if it wasn't so, how could the Demon Dynasty and the Demon Army have stationed most of their combat power at the other end of the Nanjiang River?

Li Daoran explained to Su Zhou, he stretched out a hand wrapped in bandages, pointing to the Tiangong at the top: And there is Tiangong, the residence of the devil emperor, and below it is Xinnantianjing and Nanjiang Tianguan.

Li Daoran's arm injured by the national teacher is still not healed. After all, he is just an ordinary human being, and he does not have the terrifying recovery power of the Shenmu family and Su Zhou. Behind the city wall, he couldn't help but click his tongue: As expected of a world with martial arts, this 100-meter-high city wall is really terrifying!

However, Su Zhou is not worried about this kind of city wall - with his current cultivation as a great master, climbing the city wall is really like walking on the ground, he can step on a hole in the city wall with one foot, and gravity is no longer very strong Bind him.

Compared with this, he turned his head and looked aside with a bit of worry. Another Taoist master said, Grandmaster Liu, tell me, can I fight with this blade of destruction? Although you say that my internal force belongs to fire, and He has a certain foundation in Thunder Art, so it is best to control this divine sword... but this should only be a stopgap measure.

Compared to Baijia, I am just an outsider after all. This kind of magic weapon should be used by other great masters, right?

Although Su Zhou never underestimated himself, he also knew very well that such things as divine weapons might not be handed over to him as a hero so easily... Of course, he protected the forging of divine weapons, and Defeating the national teacher proved his position and strength, but in the final analysis, the ownership of this sword is not in his hands.

But what is even more frightening is the attitude of the hundred rebels who are happy to see him owning the magic weapon-these people treat him really well, not to mention, the daily food supply and cultivation The spiritual materials are all full, even if he eats less and uses less, he has to give Su Zhou an unlimited supply, so that he himself feels a little awkward.

Regarding this, the Daoist Grandmaster Liu was stunned, but he didn't expect Su Zhou to ask such questions with great worry. He touched his rather round belly, shook his head and said with a smile: Master Su, how much is it? Think about it, Taoist, Buddhist and Confucian saints have sent a message a few days ago to entrust you with the blade of death... Please don't doubt, we will arrive at the position soon, and the three chiefs are waiting for you s arrival.

Is it really possible?

sure.

A few hours later, the Baijia Rebel Army's position, located in the Juyi Hall underground, came to meet Su Zhou. The Taoist master, who was called the Sage of Taoism, said softly with a complicated expression, Why not? Su Zhou Grandmaster, you have the aura of thunder and fire in your body, I am afraid there is no one more suitable than you in this world.

Of course.

good.

On the other side, the Buddhist saints and the Confucian saints nodded slightly in agreement.

Taoist, Buddhist and Confucian saints are all gray-bearded, aging old men. Even the youngest-looking Shisheng among them has wrinkles on his face layer upon layer like tree bark. Although the three of them spoke with full of spirit, when they exchanged salutes with Su Zhou before, the cultivation of their internal energy was really astonishing, and it was not far from that national teacher, and it could even be said that they were on the same level—if Excluding the body of immortality, the national teacher and the three great masters of the hundred schools are fighting alone, and it may take a hundred rounds to gain the upper hand.

But they are indeed very old, and even the vitality of the whole person is supported by that profound cultivation base.

Actually, if it wasn't for your appearance, Grandmaster Su, we would have to choose a master who practiced Thunder Art to hold the Blade of Extinction instead of using it ourselves.

At this time, the speaker was a contemporary Confucian sage, an old man with a tall stature and a rough face, but his tone was unexpectedly humble. He patted the sword on his waist, sighed wryly and said with a wry smile: I am ashamed to say that. But we can't personally kill that dog emperor and avenge the tens of millions of souls in the sky and the earth—I'm afraid I have to entrust you with this matter.

Why... Hearing this, Su Zhou was even more puzzled: To be honest, I feel comfortable holding the Blade of Death, but why don't you go by yourself? This is a magic weapon!

Now counting me among the Hundred Rebels, there are already four great masters—even if the devil emperor is advanced to Xiantian, he can kill it with a single knife. The reliable inheritance can prove it!

How can it be false what Yala said with her own mouth? Even if there is a fake, it is not in such a trivial matter.

Then Su Zhou saw the contemporary Shi Sheng put his hands together and sighed: Benefactor Su, I have been fighting for eighty years, and now... I have lost the qualification to go to the sacred tree. Demon Emperor.

Everyone, there is no need to cover up, let Master Su take a look.

After speaking, the old monk stretched out his hand freely, lifted up his cassock, and showed Su Zhou his muscular arm.

Then Su Zhou gasped in horror.

Oh my God!

What appeared in front of Su Zhou was not human flesh and blood... but an indescribable strange body composed entirely of various metal levers and various parts, plus countless entangled tree roots!

Su Zhou could sense that on these metal skeletons and parts, as well as those tree roots, there was an internal air flow that was almost the same as that of a human being, so even if he used his spiritual vision to observe, he didn't see it immediately. Shi Sheng is wrong!

This, this is just like those demon generals... For a while, Su Zhou didn't know how to describe this situation, he turned his head again, and looked at the arms that Taoist and Confucian saints showed him silently. It is the same as Shisheng, they have been completely alienated, and they just use metal structures to barely maintain the human body!