"Are you all from the Rain Clan?"
Su Mo stood in the void of the small town, looking at the dozen or so people on the other side with calm eyes. Gu Jing Wubo didn't seem to be a pill-forming monk facing Nascent Soul.
In the small city below, many people had lost their lives at the hands of these people, and blood flowed onto the streets, which was shocking.
Su Mo raised his head and looked at a Nascent Soul man among the dozen or so people facing him. Except for this Nascent Soul, the others were all formed of pills. The cultivation aura of this Nascent Soul old man gave Su Mo a lot of confidence. pressure.
"Elixir formation?" Yu Wendong squinted his eyes and looked at Su Mo indifferently.
Su Mo's sudden appearance made him a little wary for a moment, but he immediately became wary again when he discovered the aura of cultivation on Su Mo's body.
He didn't hide his cultivation level. It stands to reason that the other party could see his Nascent Soul cultivation level, but the other party actually didn't run away, but took the initiative to come out.
Yu Wendong spread his consciousness and looked around, wanting to see if there were other people lying in wait to attack him.
"No need to look for it, I'm the only one here." Su Mo said calmly.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Su Mo's white clothes and white hair, making Su Mo's whole body turn red. Her white hair was hanging behind her and dancing in the wind. The white Confucian robe, with a hint of elegance, was blown close to Su Mo's body by the wind, and the wide hem of the clothes fluttered in the wind.
Yu Wendong's thoughts were exposed by Su Mo, and he was a little angry, but he relaxed a little. Looking at Su Mo's expression, there was a hint of curiosity.
"What kind of magic did you use just now to turn away the people in the city?"
Yu Wendong just saw Su Mo saying a few words, and then he and others saved everyone in the city with their swords.
"Confucianism." Su Mo replied calmly.
He wanted to clear up the cause and effect of these people's massacre of people in the Ninth Realm, but he was not in a hurry to do it. He had questions to ask the other party.
"Confucianism cultivator?" Yu Wendong frowned and asked slowly: "Don't you see that I am a Nascent Soul cultivator?"
"I can tell." Su Mo nodded and replied.
"Then why didn't you run away instead of coming together to die?" Yu Wendong asked jokingly.
"I have a question to ask you. I wonder if you can answer me." Su Mo said calmly while looking at Yu Wendong.
"Tell me your questions." Yu Wendong replied curiously.
"You probably don't know the reason why you went down to the lower realm, so I won't ask... I want to ask why you went down to the lower realm and slaughtered mortals for no reason?" Su Mo looked down at the blood flowing out of the city under his feet, with a flash in his eyes. After a trace of sadness.
In fact, he knew that the reason for the lower world was that there were people in the upper world who wanted to find the little girl, the flower of the other side, and find the secret of immortality in the little girl.
But what he didn't understand was why he wanted to slaughter useless mortals.
What's the point of killing mortals?
"This question..." Yu Wendong nodded, understanding the reason why Su Mo asked this question. After all, this question seemed really strange.
But...he didn't want to say it.
"...It's better to wait until you die before asking the souls."
Su Mo nodded, looked at Yu Wendong with a smile, and said with a hint of coldness on his face: "It doesn't matter, you will tell..."
Yu Wendong sneered, raised his hand, and a long sword floated in front of him. Yu Wendong raised his hand to hold it, and snorted: "Little Jie Dan doesn't know the heights of the world, how dare he speak nonsense in front of me."
Nascent Soul's cultivation level exploded instantly, the long sword waved, and a sword energy rose up, like a ray of setting sun.
The sword energy shone with endless brilliance, cutting through the void and heading towards Su Mo.
Su Mo just watched the shocking aura coming in without making any move, his eyes were calm.
boom!
The sword energy that the Yuanying monk came at random broke through Su Mo's body, crossed the void, and landed in the city behind Su Mo, splitting a house in the city into ashes.
In an instant, smoke and dust rose everywhere, burying Su Mo's body in the thick smoke.
...
The people in the city who were rescued by Su Mo in the distance have been paying attention to the direction where Su Mo is.
Seeing Su Mo being slashed by a sword from a distance, the mortal immediately covered his mouth in fear.
"Su Zhuangyuan..."
The martial artist and the swordsman looked at the shocking sword energy in stunned silence, and their whole bodies suddenly became cold.
"Let's go...it will be too late if we don't leave." Takeo said.
The swordsman stared in that direction blankly, something seemed to be awakening in his heart. He turned his head to look at Wu Fu and said, "He is also a pill collector..."
Wu Fu opened his mouth, but no words came out.
"Why does he dare to commit suicide with his body, but we don't dare..." The swordsman looked at the martial artist and asked, and the hand holding the sword tightened.
Wufu stared blankly at the swordsman without saying anything, then turned his head to look at the smoke and dust in the distance. He didn't speak, but he didn't leave either.
...
The dust faded away, revealing the graceful figure in white.
Su Mo was still standing in the distance, standing in the void with sad eyes, and blood was flowing from a deep wound on his chest.
It seemed that the sternum could be seen in the wound, and the white sternum was horribly stained by the bright red blood.
He had just resisted Nascent Ying's sword with his alchemy cultivation without dodge.
If he hadn't been a god, he would have died with this sword strike.
It's just that this body of the Gods is still too young, so how can an adult body of the Gods be afraid of this sword.
Yu Wendong looked at Su Mo, who was injured but not dead, with strange eyes. There was a strange color in his eyes, which was also solemn.
He had used 60% of his cultivation for the sword just now. He thought Su Mo would die directly, but he didn't expect that he was only injured.
"Sure enough, it's interesting. What's your name?" Yu Wendong asked.
"Su Mo." Su Mo replied calmly, and gently waved his hand on his chest.
A divine pattern appeared on Su Mo's forehead. The divine pattern shone with divine brilliance, revealing the will of the gods.
The deep and exposed wound on Su Mo's chest also shone with light, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Yu Wendong looked at the divine pattern on Su Mo's forehead. He seemed to feel an extremely noble feeling on the divine pattern, and he frowned immediately.
"Su Mo, I have never heard of a person like you among the younger generation in the lower world...Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter, you will know later..." Su Mo said calmly, "I can still take one more blow from you... After this sword, I will take action."
Yu Wendong frowned and looked at Su Mo coldly, not understanding the other party's intention for a moment.
Why do you resist your own sword energy but don't resist?
Only the enchanting figure in Su Mo's spiritual sea sighed deeply, shook his head slowly and said:
"Why bother?"
