Su Mo turned his head indifferently and looked at the seven flags surrounding the Zuxiang Heaven and Earth. Those seven flags carried pressure beyond the scope of sacred weapons, and were constantly forming a certain will.
Su Mo recalled the white-haired old man behind the crack in his mind again.
"I see you..."
Looking back, it seems that the old man was not looking at him at that time!
I saw you...it seems that you are not talking about Su Mo!
If it's not Su Mo, then what is it?
A being who surpassed Sanqing looked at Zuxiang Heaven and Earth and said, I see you.
What kind of existence is this 'you'.
It seems that this ancestral elephant world is not as simple as he saw...
There are still some things that Su Mo doesn't know.
Su Mo put his right hand back, and the Evil-Destroying Sword stood behind him with its boundless evil nature, forming a sharp contrast with Su Mo. He resolutely walked towards the end of the street.
"The Scroll of Life and Death...we cry when we are born, but disappear after death."
Su Mo was chanting Shuge and ran into countless dark people in the middle of the killing.
Those people in the Ancestral Elephant Heaven and Earth who were besieged by the dark people had no power to fight back when facing these dark people.
Their cultivation is of no use when facing the enemy.
These dark people seem to have been born to face the immortal cultivators in the Immortal Realm, and all the methods of the Immortal Realm have no effect.
The strong aura of Xiao Su filled the Ancestral Elephant Heaven and Earth, but above it was the supreme pressure of the seven flags, as if facing the despair of the collapse of the heaven and earth.
The killing was carried out in silence.
There was no blood, but there was still the fear of death.
White snow fell all over the sky, and soon a thin layer of white clothes was spread on the ground, reflecting the white world.
In the snow, corpses whose origins had been taken away were strewn across the ground.
The vast ancestral land seems to have become a corpse field...
A towering ancient tree standing in the land of ancestral origin seems to be looking at everything in the ancestral land. It is swaying in the wind, and the leaves make a constant "rustling" sound.
Singing and crying...
A group of disciples who were besieged and didn't know which cave they belonged to were leaning back to back, looking horrified as they faced the endless aliens walking out of the mist.
They felt the despair coming towards them.
It's New Year's Day!
How could such a change happen?
The shocking changes in this ancestral land seemed to be vented wantonly, and everyone gradually learned something about those dead compatriots.
It was a kind of depression before the disaster came.
The origin of every dead person is drawn to the seven flags that appear in a circle around the ancestral land.
Wait until the Seven Flags absorb enough source power.
It must be the end of the ancestral land!
Suddenly, just when they were in despair...
A figure walks through the snow!
The man was dressed in white, with a shocking sword mark on his chest, and his long white clothes were stained red.
The man had a strange book of life and death on his head, and a strange divine sword on his back.
He looked cold, like a heartless and fearless man.
He gently raised his hand...
The strange book above his head unfolded slightly...
Countless strange dark runes appeared around them, and each rune exuded a terrifying aura.
The runes flashed lightly, and everyone's hair stood up unconsciously.
Someone from a foreign race rushed towards the man in white, but fell down as the man in white swiped the mysterious sword in his hand...
The aliens they feared as catastrophes were like vegetation in their hands.
This man was like a god of murder, looking at everyone calmly.
Everyone did not dare to express their anger at this moment and could only look at him in horror.
As the dark runes around them took shape, the surrounding foreigners fell to the ground silently in an instant...
This scene has already exceeded everyone's understanding.
They looked at Su Mo uneasily, as if they suddenly realized that Su Mo might be more terrifying than those aliens.
Su Mo walked on the snow, feeling numb and desolate.
He walked past these people calmly, seemingly without even looking at them, and continued walking towards...
The white snow is flying, and the back of the white clothes blends into the vast white snow.
The white hair was fluttering with something they couldn't understand...
It wasn't until Su Mo left for a long time that someone finally reacted and asked in a trembling voice: "Who is that person?"
Everyone shook their heads. They didn't know Su Mo.
I didn’t know there was such a killing god in the ancestral land!
"Go back to the ancestral courtyard first!" Someone turned around and looked at the dead silence on the road when Su Mo came, and immediately thought of returning to the ancestral courtyard.
Everyone nodded immediately.
With that said, he quickly ran towards the streets of the ancestral city.
Along the way, there were countless alien corpses.
The more people watched, the more frightened they became. How many foreigners had the man in white killed?
No time to think about it.
They finally returned to the ancestral courtyard and pushed in the door...
When everyone inside the door saw the door open, they immediately looked at the person with vigilance. When they saw that it was someone from the same family, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"How did you come back?" someone asked.
The group of people who returned to the ancestral courtyard looked up timidly, only to see two women, one was Hongxia and the other was Wenge.
This is the ancestral courtyard of Gujuan Dongtian. Just now Hongxia also evacuated to the ancestral courtyard of Gujuan Dongtian.
At this time, when he saw the disciples from Gujuan Cave Heaven returning, he was suddenly startled and asked anxiously.
When the Gujuan Cave Heaven disciples who came back saw Hongxia and Wen Ge, they immediately said in panic: "All the aliens outside...are dead..."
When Wen Ge heard this, he was immediately startled and his eyes flashed, "What's going on?"
A female disciple of Gujuan Cave Heaven remembered the scene just now, suppressed the fear in her heart, and said with difficulty: "It's a person..."
"Someone is killing those aliens outside alone."
"Those foreigners have no power to resist in his hands..."
"That man just glanced at those aliens, and those aliens died, quietly!"
"Every foreigner on the street was killed..."
Hongxia suddenly froze on the spot, looking at the female disciple who spoke in disbelief.
Wen Ge seemed to have thought of something and immediately asked: "Did you see that person's face clearly?"
Several disciples who returned to the ancestral courtyard thought about it carefully, and then said: "The man's expression was very cold, and he seemed to be a heartless person."
"There is a strange book suspended above the head, and an equally strange fairy sword is held in his hand."
Wen Ge frowned when he heard this, "Is there more?"
Another disciple spoke.
"White clothes, white hair, and a very serious sword wound on his chest!"
As soon as these words came out, Wen Ge and Hong Xia looked at each other fiercely.
Cold and ruthless, white clothes and white hair...
"It's him!"
Many disciples immediately asked curiously: "Sister, do you know who that person is?"
Hongxia on the side nodded silently, "I only know that he is a disciple of Xianlu!"
Immortal furnace disciple?
Is there such a person among the Immortal Furnace disciples?
