Chapter 1425 Blood Debt Blood Compensation!

"Ok?"

Su Zimo followed the sound.

This voice is too soft, like a mosquito.

He might not be aware of it unless he has strong ears.

Su Zimo's eyes fell on a nun in the crowd.

The female puppet was unkempt, curled into a ball, and hid in the crowd, her eyes had a little more vitality and vitality than others.

"you are……"

Su Zimo's gaze was faint, and he seemed to remember something, and tentatively asked, "Tang Shiyun?"

Hearing the name, the female Xiu repeatedly nodded.

The female repairer wiped the dirt on her face indiscriminately, exposing the facial features. Although it was still dirty, it was already recognizable.

"It's you!"

Su Zimo was somewhat surprised.

Unexpectedly, in this Nandou faction, I really could see an old man.

Tang Shiyun stood up and seemed to want to come to Su Zimo's side, but he was a little afraid and hesitated.

"Come on, I won't hurt you."

Su Zimo nodded.

Hearing this sentence, Tang Shiyun gathered her courage and walked out of the crowd.

At that time, the first beauty of the Nandou School was no longer graceful.

At first, the two met for the first time in the ancient battlefield.

Today, Su Zimo has stepped into the combined state and has become omnipotent power.

Tang Shiyun's cultivation is just Yuan Yingjing.

The gap between the two sides is already growing.

In the ancient battlefield of that year, hundreds of thousands of days were proud, and how many could really catch up with Su Zimo?

"Ten years ago, did you see a monk from the Lantern Temple?"

Su Zimo looked at Tang Shiyun and asked with a deep voice.

Tang Shiyun recalled and asked, "Does this monk look young and still have a blue light in his hand?"

"Correct!"

Su Zimo's eyes brightened, and he asked, "Where is he, but is he still alive?"

When he was in the preaching place, Mingzhen appeared and fought alongside him.

"Ten years ago, thanks to this monk, my Nandou faction escaped some monks."

Tang Shiyun sighed slightly and said, "It's just that this monk is not enough to cultivate, but he still can't fight the young master of the Bloodvine family. He was suppressed by him. After so many years, I must have died.

Su Zimo shook his fist slightly, looking cold.

"Su Dao ... Senior Su, but came to save us?"

Tang Shiyun realized that the gap between the two sides was too large, and it was not appropriate to call Daoyou again, and he quickly changed his mouth and asked a little bit.

"Ok."

Su Zimo nodded, took out some elixir and packed it in a storage bag, and handed it to Tang Shiyun, saying, "Divide these elixir, you leave here as soon as possible!"

Tang Shiyun shook her hands, took the storage bag, and tears burst out in an instant.

However, the rest of the monks were still numb, looking at this scene sternly, without seeing the joy of heaven.

"these people……"

Su Zimo looked at the expressions of these monks, and there was a sadness in his heart.

Tang Shiyun smiled bitterly: "Ten years ago, the blood rattan tribe killed here, and the lord of the Nandou faction died in battle, and three great powers and one semi-ancestor fell."

"Under the expedition of the Bloodvine Clan, we couldn't resist it. In less than a day, the entire Nandou faction fell into the control of the Bloodvine Clan."

"Except for the monk who helped escape hundreds of people, the rest of the hundreds of thousands of Zongmen disciples were kept in captivity as blood beasts by the Bloodvine tribe, just to get fresh blood food."

"Over the years, the Bloodvines have locked us here and banned mana, and we can't even do it ourselves!"

Hearing here, the murderous power in Su Zimo's eyes has already come out.

Tang Shiyun sorrowfully said: "For ten years, the Bloodvine Clan will eat hundreds of Nandou monks every day. No matter how we beg and struggle, it will not help. We can only watch the same door around us with a little reduction. "

"That's hundreds of thousands of colleagues! Today, there are only more than 10,000 of us!"

Tang Shiyun couldn't support it either, she collapsed and burst into tears.

These monks opened their eyes every day, and it was not clear whether they could survive today and whether they would be eaten as blood.

"Initially, we had a little hope."

Tang Shiyun's face was filled with tears, and she grinned with a grin: "After all, hundreds of people who have escaped from the same door will go to other doorsteps and other super schools to ask for help. Perhaps there will be strong human races to rescue us from the misery.

"But we wait, one year, two years, five years ... no one comes."

"We finally gave up."

Su Zimo was silent.

Clenched his fists, too hard, the knuckles are pale!

Even if the monks of the Nandou faction went out for help, there would be no sectarian forces to come over and rescue them from the sea of ​​suffering.

Who would provoke an enemy like the Bloodvine because of some unexplained monks?

The peaceful times of the human race have passed too long.

The spirit of antiquity, the kind of sharpness, the kind of daring to fight the fierce tribe, the kind of indomitable and tenacious iron bones are long gone.

The ancient human sages, whether they are low-level monks, or powerful ancestors, are all righteous and cloudless, with their livers and gallbladders in the same light. If you see today's scene, I am afraid that we will cry and weep!

Most of today ’s practitioners have forgotten the sufferings of the Terrans in the ancient times!

Forgotten that in the battle of ancient times, the ancestors fell, the blood of the emperors and the blood of countless human races fought hard, and in exchange for the ancient prosperity of the human race!

Even the super-sect gates such as the Lantern Temple, one of the six great Buddha gates, are all alone, and who will stand up and rescue the Nandou School?

"I'm late."

Su Zimo looked at the people in Nandou and slowly said, "But rest assured, there is no one who can be here to harm you with my barren arms here today!"

Except for a few people, a glimmer of hope rekindled in the eyes, and the rest were still dead and numb.

"Dear friends, he is a deserted martial art, who is famous all over the world and founded the martial arts martial arts monarch!"

Tang Shiyun was trapped here, and his understanding of Su Zimo remained in some rumors I heard before.

She also didn't know that Su Zimo was already fit and powerful.

"In Vientiane City, it was he who suppressed the Raksha and Protoss and rescued the human race Tianjiao! When the Arrogant King came, we had hope to escape alive!"

Tang Shiyun looked at the people in the Nandou School and took out the spirits in the storage bag. He handed them to the monks while talking.

Most people are indifferent.

"What's the use of Faxiang Daojun? The half-ancestors are all dead! They are all dead! Hahaha!" A monk laughed wildly.

Su Zimo looked sad.

Although these people are still alive, they are no different from the dead.

"Please kill me, and give me a joy, this is the greatest relief for me." A monk whispered to Su Zimo, bowing his head.

"Please give me a wait for death!"

A large monk fell to his knees.

Looking at this scene, Su Zimo's eyes were flushed, and there was an anger and sorrow in his heart, and there was nowhere to vent, and eventually he shouted!

"Blood rat family, I want you ... blood debt and blood compensation!"

Today, the two will be repeated. Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow, everyone will go to bed early.

(End of this chapter)