Chapter 1663 Hell Road

The void in the ancient battlefield suddenly cracked a gap, and a blue-shirt monk flashed in and looked so handsome that it was Su Zimo, the old ancestor of the desert!

The surrounding desert is a desert with no vitality.

Su Zimo spread his consciousness and felt it carefully.

In this ancient battlefield, it really is different from the continent.

The battlefield in the ancient times is a world of its own. In this world, there are many supernatural powers that remain forever and are powerful!

If the fit comes in powerfully, the flesh can't withstand this coercion, the flesh will be squeezed into a mist of blood, and the body will die!

Above the sky in the ancient battlefield, a huge golden scroll is suspended, which is the magical power list that once descended on the mysterious palace to suppress the fierce people!

Although the battlefield in ancient times is extremely broad, in every corner of the battlefield, you can see the magical list above the sky at a glance.

There, it is also the center of the entire ancient battlefield!

Su Zimo is just in the early days of Mahayana, and is not in a hurry to compete for a seat on the magical power list.

The most important thing for him now is to understand the little magical power as much as possible, and continually baptize and temper Qinglian's true body.

As long as he understands enough little magical powers, he can try to feel great magical powers!

In the creation of green lotus, some magical powers are conceived in itself, there are small magical powers, great magical powers, and even peerless magical powers, endless!

Of course, the process is gradual.

Even if Su Zimo's natural talents are different, he can't directly realize a peerless supernatural power and emperor.

Su Zimo plans to turn around first to see if he can find some magical powers to come to enlightenment.

Su Zimo didn't distinguish the direction either, just moved in this desert.

There may be some magical power in the sand and stone in the ancient battlefield in the mountains. Su Zimo walks very slowly.

Before long, a stone monument suddenly appeared in front of me!

This stele was cut in half by some magic weapon, and the incision was extremely smooth.

On the remaining half of the stele, some characters are engraved, and the power of supernatural power is clearly surging!

A small magical power is printed on this stele!

Su Zimo looked at the stele from afar, looking calm, and suddenly glanced at the bottom of his eyes, and walked towards the stele.

When he came to this stone monument, Su Zimo took a deep look.

The runes on this stele are crooked, and between every gap, there is a very fierce atmosphere. It seems that a fierce devil's head opens his teeth and dances out of the stone!

suddenly!

Su Zimo felt that the surrounding desert had disappeared. He fell into hell, surrounded by darkness and blood, surrounded by countless fierce gods!

Su Zimo looked confused and seemed to be trapped in this hell, unable to extricate himself.

suddenly!

A slew of murderous power came out from under Su Zimo!

"Humph!"

Su Zimo sneered slightly, and in the eyes instantly restored clarity, condensed consciousness, and the surrounding **** scene disappeared.

Su Zimo's feet were heavy!

boom!

A loud noise!

In the desert below him, he stepped out of a huge deep pit, innumerable sand and stones splashed, a figure appeared, holding a long sword.

Jian Feng punctured Su Zimo's sole!

In the eyes of this figure, there was a trace of cruelty.

In his opinion, his sword was enough to pierce Su Zimo's feet!

when!

The person's thoughts didn't fall, and there was a crisp sound in his ear.

His long sword, not only failed to pierce Su Zimo's feet, but also issued a sound of Jin Ge fighting.

His long sword bent, as if stabbed on some copper wall or iron wall, the light was dim, and it almost broke!

"what!"

The man's face changed and his body flickered. He came to the other side of Su Zimo to stand, narrowed his eyes, looked at Su Zimo, and said nothing.

Su Zimo's eyes turned and fell on this person.

This is a skinny monk, who is too tall, like a gnome.

The early days of Mahayana.

The monks in the ancient battlefields are the lowest, and they are also Mahayana ancestors!

"You and I have no injustice, why kill me?"

Su Zimo said coldly.

"Hey!"

The thin monk sneered: "Why are you so naive when you practice to Mahayana? What's the reason for beating and killing in the practice world!"

In fact, a small magical power is indeed bred on this broken stone monument.

After the thin monk cultivated this little magical power, he did not leave, but guarded the broken stone monument, waiting for other ancestors to come.

If he feels unsure, he will remain silent and choose not to take a shot.

If he meets a person who does not seem to be threatened in the early days of Mahayana like Su Zimo, he will sneak attack and kill him!

In this way, this skinny little ancestor has really succeeded a few times.

I have also obtained several magical powers from other fallen ancestors!

Unfortunately, he met Su Zimo today.

As soon as he saw this stele, Su Zimo's powerful spirit felt danger!

"Young man, surrender the magic weapon on your feet. If there is any magical skill, also surrender, I can spare you my life!"

The skinny ancestor said coldly.

To him, Su Zimo's feet must have been wearing a magic weapon for boots, and he could not resist even his sword!

Su Zimo smiled and asked, "Don't you recognize me?"

"I care who you are!"

The slender little ancestor sneered, "I ’m like ten young chicks who have just stepped into Mahayana territory!"

"is it."

Su Zimo nodded, and said lightly, "then give them your life today!"

The words did not fall, Su Zimo's body flickered, his body swelled with blood, burst of glowing light, stretched out his palm, and grabbed at the head of the thin little ancestor!

hiss!

Skinny ancestor's face changed!

Su Zimo's shot this time, the power and momentum that erupted was too strong, and he even felt a sense of distress and was shocked!

Huh!

Too late to think, the thin little ancestor ran the sword in his hand, and at the same time urged the blood, stabbing into the palm of Su Zimo's palm!

when!

The long sword stabbed in Su Zimo's palm, and another crisp sound came!

Ordinary magic weapon, can not hurt the eight-pin Qinglian true body!

Su Zimo's expression was cold, his eyes were indifferent, and his palms were full of strength. He grabbed the long sword directly and was shocked!

Click! Click!

Cracks appeared on this long sword!

Great power poured into the body of the skinny little ancestor.

The slender ancestor was shocked, such as being struck by lightning, tearing his tiger's mouth, dripping with blood, and constantly retreating.

Su Zimo follows the shadow, chasing and killing again!

"Hell!"

The slender little ancestor sighed, and a little magical power broke out!

Hell Road is also the little magical power on the stele.

There are many small magical powers, and **** can be regarded as one of the most powerful ones!

Su Zimo smiled slightly, slowly stretched out his palm, holding a green lotus in his palm, filled with bright glow!

(End of this chapter)