Yu Wendong looked at the strange and cold ropes that tied him tightly, and looked up at Su Mo: "If you dare to kill me, my Yu clan will kill your entire clan."
"You Yu tribe all seem to like to say this, as did Yu Qi before, and now you too." Su Mo shook his head, "I don't dare to kill you, so why should I waste all this time?"
Yu Wendong's eyes widened when he heard this, and he said in disbelief: "You killed the ninth elder's great-great-grandson?"
Su Mo nodded and admitted.
"You are dead. The ninth elder of our clan has gone down to the lower world. He will definitely find you and kill your entire clan." Yu Wendong said with ferocious eyes.
Su Mo shook his head and sighed: "It seems you don't want to talk anymore."
Yu Wendong closed his eyes, as if he wanted to see Su Mo's helpless look in this way.
Su Mo nodded, waved his hand, and a slender rope sprang out of the air and reached in front of Su Mo.
This cold chain is different from other chains. The head of this chain is an extremely sharp dagger, the whole body is pitch black, and there is a cold glow everywhere.
"Have you ever heard of beheading?" Su Mo asked lightly, and when the other party didn't respond, he seemed to be talking to himself:
"The execution is to cut off your body piece by piece with a knife, thousands of cuts, and you will stay awake during the process. This kind of punishment is very popular among mortals, but you are a monk, so I modified it For a moment.”
"Every time this knife cuts off your flesh, it will also cut off a piece of your soul. The pain of the soul is the real pain." Su Mo explained slowly.
At this moment, Su Mo was calm and indifferent, unlike the peaceful and casual Confucian scholar before.
Yu Wendong was trembling all over, but he closed his eyes tightly and said nothing.
Su Mo sighed: "I hope you can withstand my punishment!"
After speaking, he waved his hand, and the dagger at the end of the slender chain stabbed into Yu Wendong's exposed arm, causing Yu Wendong to tremble violently.
Under the control of the rope chain, the dagger turned slightly and forcibly cut off a piece of flesh on Yu Wendong's arm.
Blood dripped and fell into the small city below, mixing with the blood of mortals.
Yu Wendong was trembling all over, gritting his teeth and insisting not to speak, the chain controlled the dagger and stabbed and turned again...
Su Mo no longer paid attention to Yu Wendong, but floated to the front of those Jiedan. In the frightened eyes of those dozen Jiedan, he slowly said: "Does any of you know the answer?"
The dozen or so pill-forming people shook their heads crazily, but Su Mo saw a strange look on one of them's face.
However, Su Mo pretended not to see it and nodded, turning back to look at Yu Wendong who was being tortured in the back.
But after waiting for a long time, he still didn't speak.
Su Mo sighed... After all, it's not my style of doing things.
With a wave of his hand, the rope pierced into Yu Wendong's belly, and at the same time penetrated the Yuan Ying and the soul in Yu Wendong's belly.
The rope chain was loosened, Yu Wendong fell to the ground, and died in this unknown town with his Nascent Soul cultivation...
Su Mo turned his head to look at a pill formation and asked, "Do you know why you in the lower world massacre mortals?"
Najie Dan shook his head crazily: "I don't know, I don't know!"
Su Mo waved his hand and cut off his head. The pill-formed head fell into the void with unwillingness and fear, and his body died.
Su Mo came to another Jie Dan, and before he could speak, the Jie Dan said in horror: "I really don't know, we were just ordered to kill mortals and then ask for mortal blood. As for the reason, I really don't know. "
Su Mo nodded, waved his hand again, and another head fell to the ground.
Su Mo asked one by one...killed one by one...
Finally, he came to the Jie Dan who had a strange look on his face just now. This Jie Dan was already a little frightened and his eyes were distracted.
"Do you know the answer I want?" Su Mo asked.
Hearing Su Mo's question, the last Dan Dan trembled all over, and nodded suddenly with frightened eyes:
"I know! I know! Because the elder is looking for something, but this thing is difficult to find. You can only find it with the help of 'power of luck'."
"Where there is a sect, the power of luck will naturally form in the sect."
"But in places where there are no sects, only by massacring local mortals can the power of fortune be refined from the blood of those mortals."
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I've told you everything I know, please don't kill me!"
This Jie Dan cried bitterly, was frightened, and did not dare to look directly at Su Mo.
In his eyes, Su Mo was simply a devil, a ferocious creature who killed people without blinking an eye.
But he seemed to have forgotten that when they slaughtered mortals, they never blinked...
The power of luck... Su Mo frowned.
He had never heard of this kind of thing, and he didn't know if this kind of thing could detect the flower of the other side transformed by the girl in his spiritual sea after it was controlled by the other party.
Just thinking...
Suddenly, a huge sword fell from the sky, carrying boundless power and crashing down.
boom!
The giant sword fell to the ground and disappeared, the mountains and rivers trembled, the earth trembled, and the entire town was instantly razed to the ground by this sword.
And Su Mo was also cut into the void by this sword, and was cut deeply into the ground.
Six figures floated over...
The leader, an old man, looked at the scenery with cold eyes and a sharp expression. With a wave of his hand, all the dust below faded away.
The dust cleared, revealing Su Mo who was seriously injured after being chopped down with a sword.
With his sternum broken all over, Su Mo struggled to stand up and looked up at the six people in the void. He couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood and looked directly at the old man who led him:
"Become a god?"
...
In the distance, the people in the small town who were rescued by Su Mo saw Su Mo killing all the people in the upper world in a strange way. They were happy, but they didn't expect another enemy to come.
And this enemy seemed to be even more powerful, killing Su Mo with one sword.
"Su Zhuangyuan... saved us!" A gray-haired old man murmured.
"He avenged us again." A woman next to the old man turned to look at the people around her with a sad face.
"At this moment...no one can help him..."
People looked at the elegant white man standing on the ground in the distance.
The man in white looked up at the many powerful enemies in the sky, seeming to be lonely and helpless at this moment...
"There are so many enemies..." A little girl looked deeply at the stubborn and lonely man in white, and murmured in a tearful tone: "...But he is only one person. ..."
"He doesn't owe us anything..."
"...Why do you always have to help us mortals? He is an immortal..."
"We cannot let Su Zhuangyuan face the enemy alone..." With tears in his eyes, a strong man raised the hoe he had just put down.
"This is for us, the worst is to die..."
"Let's go back and face the enemy with Su Zhuangyuan!"
"Even if I die, I must die in front of Su Zhuangyuan..."
The white robe raised its head and faced the many enemies in the sky. The wind blew the hem of the Confucian robe lightly, and the white hair on its head danced with the wind... It looked so isolated and independent, lonely and helpless.
The swordsman stared blankly at the white man who fell and stood up again. The hand holding the sword tightened and did not let go...
The swordsman turned to look at the mortal beside him, then looked at the martial artist, and asked slowly:
"Are you still running away? Let him face the enemy alone? He is also a pill collector..."
Wu Fu slowly turned his head, smiled freely, and spoke with a tragic meaning:
"No more running away..."
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