Su Zimo sped at lightning speed and the wind howled in his ears. His black hair danced and killing intent surged in his eyes!
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat and he took out a jar of strong alcohol from his storage bag.
He was a scholar to begin with and did not drink alcohol.
His brother, Su Hong, was a soldier who fought on the battlefield and loved strong alcohol the most. Therefore, he had a few jars of alcohol in his storage bag at all times.
At that moment, for some reason, he suddenly wanted to drink a jar of alcohol!
Slapping open the mud seal, the fragrance of alcohol filled the air. Su Zimo raised the wine jar and drank heartily.
Some alcohol flowed from the corner of his mouth and splattered on his chest but he did not notice it.
The scorching alcohol slid down his throat and rolled into his stomach, turning into a scorching aura that surged through his body!
"Hahahaha!"
Su Zimo reared his head and laughed. Throwing down the wine jar casually, he shouted in his drunkenness, "Good, good!"
Titular disciple? Di Yin? Come and fight!
Su Zimo was filled with heroism and his eyes lit up as he strode forward. The cold wind blew against his face but the blood in his body burned hotter!
Before long, there was a black mass ahead.
It was unknown how many cultivators were gathered there.
Su Zimo flew through the air and looked down from above. He could see that in the middle of the crowd was a huge empty space that was spacious.
In the empty space, there was a stone statue of a female cultivator. She had a slim figure with slender shoulders and a slender waist. She had beautiful brows and an ethereal appearance.
Although it was only a stone statue, it was lifelike and ripples appeared beneath her feet, as though she was treading on waves. She was graceful like a swimming dragon and could be said to be peerless in her generation!
It was obvious that this stone statue was a legacy left behind by a Mighty Figure of an immortal sect!
Beneath the stone statue stood a cultivator in dark golden robes. He had one hand behind his back and was elegant and handsome. His eyes were like stars as he looked at the fairy stone statue with an infatuated expression.
"I wonder what sort of person she is. Even a legacy stone statue has such elegance!"
The cultivator murmured softly, "It's truly the greatest regret of my life that I can't be born in the same generation as such a beauty!"
Su Zimo's gaze landed on the person's sleeve.
The symbol of Heavenly Dipper Sect!
Daoist Heavenly Dipper!
Su Zimo's eyes turned. Opposite this person, there was a huge smooth bluestone.
A monk in plain robes was sitting on it. His brows were lowered and his eyes were half-closed. He held a wooden fish in his left hand and a wooden mallet in his right, striking it repeatedly.
Monk Formless!
There were two more people standing between the two titular disciples.
At the very front was a young girl in a pink dress. Her body was bound by a rope as thick as a finger, outlining her alluring figure and emitting a seductive aura.
The young girl's appearance was absolutely beautiful, bright and flawless.
But at this moment, the young girl's eyes were watery, as if she was crying. The tears on her face had not dried, making one feel pity for her.
Demoness Ji!
Su Zimo recognized him at a glance.
Behind Demoness Ji stood another cultivator. He was tall and had a Dao crown on his head. Lightning crackled on his body and he had a dignified expression.
Taoist Zephyr Thunder!
All three titular disciples were present!
"Look, Su Zimo is here!"
"This person really doesn't want his life anymore. To think that he would dare to come for the appointment. There can't be anything going on between him and the Pure Maiden of the fiend sects, right?"
"That's hard to say. Perhaps the number one monster incarnate of history is a subject of the Pure Maiden of the fiend sects, haha!"
Many cultivators in the crowd chuckled softly.
"Zimo, hurry and leave! Ignore me!"
Demoness Ji shouted with an anxious expression.
Dao Being Zephyr Thunder appeared from behind Demoness Ji and said indifferently, "Since he's already here, he won't be able to leave."
Dao Being Heavenly Dipper, who was initially looking up at the fairy stone statue, turned around slightly and looked at Su Zimo in midair. His eyes shone with starlight that was dazzling!
"I am Heavenly Dipper. Greetings, number one Perfected Lord."
Dao Being Heavenly Dipper smiled gently.
In the Dao Inheritance Ground, demons could not use their methods.
However, Su Zimo cultivated the Mystic Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness all year round and his vision was strong – that was something that could not be changed!
The starlight in Dao Being Heavenly Dipper's eyes had no effect on him at all!
Even so, Su Zimo's heart skipped a beat and he felt immense pressure.
He was almost certain that Dao Being Heavenly Dipper knew visual techniques!
This was a simple test.
If he could not even withstand such a test, Dao Being Heavenly Dipper would have attacked long ago and killed him here!
On the gigantic green stone, Monk Formless raised his head slowly and looked towards Su Zimo.
"Patron Su, I've heard a lot about you. Nice to meet you, nice to meet you."
Monk Formless's voice was calm and gentle, seemingly uncompetitive without any killing intent.
However, every single word contained a unique rhythm that made one uneasy and their blood qi chaotic – it was extremely terrifying!
Even if he could not circulate his blood qi, Monk Formless's test had almost no effect on him!
Su Zimo landed on the empty ground expressionlessly.
"My horizons have truly been broadened,"
Su Zimo sneered, "So, the methods of titular disciples of the immortal and Buddhist sects are this despicable!"
Su Zimo was not the only one who thought that way – more than half of the cultivators present had the same thought.
Each of the three titular disciples that stood out were renowned existences of the cultivation world!
To think that they would resort to kidnapping the Pure Maiden of the fiend sects in order to kill Genying Zhenjun – no matter how one looked at it, they were at a disadvantage.
Dao Being Zephyr Thunder and Dao Being Heavenly Dipper were speechless.
Monk Formless shook his head. "Patron Su, you're wrong. Since ancient times, immortals and fiends have never coexisted. As someone of the righteous path, Patron Zephyr Thunder should slay demons and capture the demoness. How is that despicable?"
"Slay demons and fiends? You lured me here to slay demons, right? "Su Zimo asked with a mocking expression.
Monk Formless said, "Patron Su, you're an understanding person. If you're willing to put down your butcher's knife and convert to Buddhism, I can spare your life. "
"Reverend, you have a glib tongue. I wonder how capable your subordinates are."
Su Zimo sneered and the killing intent in his eyes intensified!
"Patron Su, feel free to try."
Although Monk Formless seemed calm and aloof from worldly affairs, his words were tit for tat and he did not give in at all!
Su Zimo withdrew Heaven Splitter from his storage bag and looked at Dao Being Zephyr Thunder, saying in a deep voice, "Release her and I'll accompany you to the end!"
"Release her?"
Dao Being Zephyr Thunder shook his head and said indifferently, "You're not qualified to negotiate with us now!"
Dao Being Heavenly Dipper stood where he was and Monk Formless sat on the green rock. They did not move and watched everything calmly.
"Zimo, don't bother about me. Hurry and leave!" Demoness Ji pleaded bitterly with tears streaming down her face.
"How about this? I'll give you a chance."
A hint of mockery flashed through Dao Being Zephyr Thunder's eyes as he said with a fake smile, "I'm standing right here. If you can save her from my hands, I'll consider you capable!"
"For real?"
Su Zimo's gaze narrowed.
"There are many cultivators present. I naturally won't go back on my word," Dao Being Zephyr Thunder said indifferently.
"Alright!"
Su Zimo wielded Heaven Splitter and walked towards Dao Being Zephyr Thunder slowly. A battle was about to break out!
At that moment, the surrounding cultivators became nervous.
Almost no one noticed that Dao Being Heavenly Dipper and Monk Formless did not look nervous. Instead, there was a strange look in their eyes, as though they were anticipating something.
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