Su Chen left, and Xu Hua took charge of the task, letting people clean the battlefield as quickly as possible.
In today's battle, Luoxia Mountain's helmsmanship was in name only. The helmsman was killed, the believers were almost slaughtered, and only a dozen people were left here to support it.
It would be impossible for the Luoxia Mountain Branch to regain its former glory within ten to eight years.
On the other side, Li Ze took Su Zhaolong, stood on the black eagle, soared into the sky, and flew towards Qiandu City.
Li Ze felt depressed. The Luoxiashan branch had shot himself in the foot this time. If they had known that the Holy Son didn't like this kind of behavior, why would they have put so much effort into arresting Su Zhaolong?
It's good now that the sub-rudder has been slaughtered and the helmsman is dead, so Su Zhaolong still has to send him back obediently.
He invited a Buddha, attracted several demons, destroyed his home, and even sent the Buddha away.
What a deal.
Eight hundred miles away, a young man in white clothes stood on the auspicious clouds, his arms crossed his chest, his eyes slightly squinted, his black hair moving in the wind.
Seeing the black hawk galloping in the distance, the young man slowly opened his eyes, and a sly smile emerged from the corner of his mouth.
A murderous aura suddenly violently came out of the young man's body. Black Eagle was frightened and looked up to the sky and screamed.
"Who's blocking the way?"
Li Ze drew out a sword and stood ready. His intuition told him that the young man in front of him was not someone to be trifled with.
"Chen'er."
When Su Zhaolong saw the young man in white, he was filled with surprises. What kind of trouble was his son causing? One moment, Chen Tianming, another moment, Su Chen. Just now, someone specially sent him back, but now Su Chen intercepted him halfway.
What about acting?
What an actor!
"You...you are Su Chen..."
Li Ze was shocked.
Su Chen moved, and there were afterimages in the void. He moved like thunder, and in an instant he came to the front and smashed Black Eagle's head with a slap.
Black Eagle died tragically, and his huge body fell from the air. Su Chen stretched out his hands and grabbed Su Zhaolong and Li Ze one by one.
Although Li Ze was at the sixth level of Wanxiang, he was just an ant in front of Su Chen, and any force could imprison him.
"Su Chen, you, the Holy Cult has struck a fatal sword against you. If you don't just stay in the Qilin Mansion and act like a coward, you still dare to come out and seek death. Our Seventh Holy Son of the Holy Cult has already arrived, specifically to kill you. "
Li Zehan was not afraid of death and made threats.
Poof!
Su Zhaolong couldn't hold back and laughed.
I'm not bragging, but when you, the Seventh Holy Son, see me, you have to call me daddy.
Su Chen descended and fell into a jungle. He firmly controlled Li Ze, and a powerful wave of soul power penetrated Li Ze's mind.
"The Dharma Saints of Heaven and Earth are eternal for me, created by the Holy Religion. No one dares to disobey..."
The Sacred Heart Jue sounded in Li Ze's mind like thunder, shaking his soul.
"This is...how do you know the Sacred Heart Secret of the Holy Religion? This is impossible."
Li Ze was horrified that the Sacred Heart Secrets were not taught to outsiders. Only those who entered the Shenlong Sect would know that this was the belief of their followers.
Su Chen's eyes were sharp and he ignored the shocked Li Ze. He launched the Taixu Soul Art and in an instant, forcibly erased the impact of the Sacred Heart Art on Li Ze.
In just a moment, Li Ze's eyes regained clarity, and the belief in the Shenlong Sect in his mind completely collapsed, and his whole person returned to the state before entering the Shenlong Sect.
"You, you, I, I..."
Li Ze became panic-stricken, confused, squeaking, and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Su Chen didn't say anything and quietly observed Li Ze. He wanted to see the effect.
But the next moment, Li Ze's eyes suddenly became stern, and he glared at Su Chen: "Su Chen, you have destroyed my faith."
"The cult is neither human nor ghost. You should be lucky to be able to regain your clarity and return to the human race."
Su Chen said.
"Shit."
Unexpectedly, Li Ze didn't appreciate it at all and said in a stern voice: "The month I joined the Dragon Sect was the happiest time for me. I acted wantonly, killed whenever I wanted, and did whatever I wanted. I like that kind of life and that state. , I have killed many people, and becoming a demon is the real pleasure. What is good about being a human race, even if I lose my faith, I still want to stay in the Shenlong Sect."
Su Chen was stunned.
Su Zhaolong on the side was also stunned.
I didn't expect this result.
Why!
Su Chen finally sighed and slapped Li Ze to death: "You are stubborn."
"Chen'er, what's going on?"
Su Zhaolong asked.
"I underestimated human nature. Some people are inherently dark, like Li Ze. Whether he joins the Shenlong Sect or not, his character cannot be changed. I tried to break the Shenlong Sect's Sacred Heart Technique and save those innocent people. Now it seems that I thought too much and many people are not innocent and not worth saving."
Su Chen couldn't laugh or cry, thinking about how ridiculous and ignorant his previous thoughts were.
There is a saying that goes like this, if a fly bites a perfect egg, those who can be assimilated by the Dragon Cult have great weaknesses themselves.
But against Li Ze today, he verified his method. He successfully broke the Sacred Heart Technique. Even if he does not use the Sacred Heart Technique to save people in the future, it will have other uses.
In fact, Su Chen's desire to save those innocent people also has its own drawbacks and dangers. Like Li Ze, you have broken his faith, but his mind is still on the Dragon Cult. If he doesn't kill, he will Tell him that he can break the Sacred Heart Art.
If the Shenlong Sect knew that they could crack the Sacred Heart Secret, they would definitely make other preparations.
Speaking of which, it was because he didn't think well and was a little reckless.
"Come on, Dad, I'll take you home."
Su Chen took Su Zhaolong back to Qiandu City.
When Su Chen and his son came back, it was already late and they did not disturb the rest of the family. Su Chen had a sensitive status now and had to keep a low profile in everything he did.
In the study, father and son sat opposite each other. Feeling the tenderness in Su Zhaolong's eyes, Su Chen felt warm in his heart.
"Chen'er, daddy, please cook a meal for you."
Su Zhaolong said.
"Okay, Dad, I want to eat dumplings."
Su Chen smiled.
"Wait a minute."
Su Zhaolong got up and went to the kitchen. As the patriarch of the Su family, he had his own independent living environment.
Not long after, Su Zhaolong brought a plate of steaming dumplings and placed them in front of Su Chen: "Eat it. No matter how high your cultivation level is, you have to eat when you need to. Some flavors are not available outside."
Su Zhaolong's face was full of doting. His cultivation had reached Su Chen's level, and he had absorbed the vitality of the world and was no longer in need of food.
But as Su Zhaolong said, there are some flavors that are not available outside.
Su Chen picked up the chopsticks and ate hungrily. As he ate, Su Chen cried and became a little choked with sobs.
"Chen'er, why are you crying?"
"Dad, the dumplings you made are so delicious that they make you cry."
Su Chen had never experienced such a taste and warmth in his two lifetimes.
In his previous life, he was an abandoned son of his family. He was a good-for-nothing, and his family was ashamed of him. He was kicked out of the house when he was very young.
He has no father's love and no home.
There is no biological father to make dumplings for him.
This was the taste of home, this was a warmth that even the Supreme Being could not understand. Su Chen was immersed in it, enjoying it, and could hardly get out.
Su Zhaolong watched Su Chen wolfing down the food without saying a word. He just wanted to watch like this.
Since Su Chen left, Su Zhaolong often thought that it might not be bad if his son was still the young master who was just waiting to die. At least he could see him every day.
Sometimes, parents really don’t expect their children to achieve much.
If it's good, it's good.
But Su Zhaolong knew that his son was going to be successful and soar into the sky sooner or later.
Su Chen has his own way. He makes a bowl of dumplings today, but he doesn’t know when the next time will be.
"Child, no matter where you go in the future, you must remember that you still have a family. Dad can't do anything else. He can't help you kill enemies. He just wants to avoid getting you into trouble and can cook you a warm meal. .”
Su Zhaolong murmured.
Su Chen lay on the table, unable to say a word, only feeling his eyes burning.
He knew that Su Zhaolong was blaming himself. This time he was captured by the Dragon Cult, which caused him a lot of trouble and almost caused him harm.
Su Chen was glad that his father was safe and sound this time, and that he went to the Shenlong Sect and became their holy son.
No matter how good you are, no matter how famous you are, no matter how admired by everyone, if you can't even protect your loved ones, what will happen even if you become the supreme being one day?
Su Chen was very satisfied and happy with this meal. After this meal, he didn't know when he could eat it again.
After the meal, Su Chen helped Su Zhaolong check his physical condition. Although Su Zhaolong had experienced the baptism of the spiritual spring, he had insufficient talent, poor foundation and poor physique. With such a physique, he was destined not to go far in his cultivation.
Based on Su Zhaolong's situation, Su Chen specially created a marrow cutting pill for him.
Marrow-cutting pills are not rare, but the truly top-level marrow-cutting pills are hard to find. Only the nine-marked marrow-cutting pills refined by the real nine-marked masters can be regarded as true marrow-cutting pills.
The effect of Fumui Dan is to cleanse the essence and marrow, cleanse oneself, improve the physical constitution, and rejuvenate the body.
After Su Zhaolong took the Marrow Cutting Pill tailor-made for him by Su Chen, he was transformed into a king.
Su Chen did not expect his father to become the supreme master, nor did he expect his father to achieve great achievements in his cultivation. His only hope was to increase his father's life span.
Time passes, but what remains unchanged is the long river of time and space.
Eternal times are like frost, no one can say that they will not die, and no great emperor can live forever, unless he touches the legendary immortal machine and becomes an immortal immediately, but that is too slim. The Epoch Continent has existed for endless years, and countless great emperors have spent their entire lives pursuing the path to immortality. , in the end it is not annihilation and historical occasions.
However, the level of cultivation is still the key to directly affecting the life span of a warrior. Apart from anything else, if Su Zhaolong can become King of Martial Arts in the future and increase his life span by three hundred years, it will not be a big problem.
This is the only thing Su Chen can do for Su Zhaolong. Su Chen doesn't want to lose this rare family affection.
People have seven emotions and six desires, and Su Chen doesn't want to be a lonely brave man anymore.
Su Zhaolong took the Fumui Pill and locked himself in the room. As for the extent to which the Fumui Pill could help Su Zhaolong, it all depended on his own luck.
As night fell, darkness filled the earth. Su Chen took out the jade pendant and passed his spiritual thoughts through the jade pendant. Not long after, a figure appeared silently beside Su Chen.
It was Xiao Zhanpeng.
