Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 593: Who Is Crying?

“I’m also kind, it’s not intentional.”

“Don’t you think this Little Monk is all right?”

“This little thing, don’t bother you?”

“Your cultivation technique is really powerful. It reverses yin and yang, reverses the sky, and brings life back to life … 咦?”

The big man was crying and crying, so he felt wrong.

The bloody butterfly in midair didn’t move at all.

The butterfly does not have the body, nor does it have a life aura.

The man stared at the Scarlet Butterfly for a while, and found that this is the illusion transformed by Su Zimo’s monster qi, and does not have a little lethality!

Dahan’s old face was dark and he could not wait to pump himself 2 mouths.

He has lived countless years, even in the face of the most Peak existence on Heavenly Desolate Continent, never feared, let alone so lost self-control.

It was 8 years ago that woman was too strong, leaving a huge shadow in his heart.

The moment the Scarlet Butterfly appeared, he once thought that the woman was back,

Da Han almost killed Su Zimo, he was somewhat guilty.

Now suddenly I saw the Scarlet Butterfly coming, and the first reaction was that he had been asked to settle the account. He was suddenly scared of the soul flew away and scattered. His legs were weak, and he threw himself on his knees …

The old monk seemed much calmer.

Da Hanxi stood up, lightly coughed, covering up embarrassment.

Fortunately, Little Monk is always in a coma and hasn’t seen it all, otherwise he will be shamed to his uncle’s house.

In the murky eyes of the old monk, he swept a moment, and said slowly: “Unexpectedly, Heavenly Desolate Continent dignified …”

“Old bald donkey!”

Before the monk’s words were finished, he was interrupted by the flustered and exasperated man.

The big man pointed at the old monk, almost poke his fingers on the old monk’s face, stared at his eyes, and gnashing his teeth, said, “Shut up to Lao Tzu!”

The old monk sneered slightly, turning his eyes to see that Su Zimo was out of danger, and his breathing gradually stabilized, so he relieved his heart and turned to leave.

At halfway, the old monk’s footsteps suddenly stopped, and the expressionless softly muttered: “red-haired ghost? Well … the name is good.”

The big man snored for a while before he reacted, and the old monk had disappeared into the great hall backyard.

The big Han ’s fist clenched, and it rang, and gritted his teeth and cursed, “Damn, you old bald donkey, do n’t read the scriptures well, but you still have fun to make fun of me …”

……

I don’t know how long, Su Zimo woke up leisurely.

Su Zimo’s eyes were blank, he struggled to get up, rubbed his forehead, and sat still for a while before he gradually remembered what happened before syncope.

In Su Zimo’s head, the big face of red-haired ghost can’t help but a “buzzing” sound sounded in his ears.

Su Zimo was shivered all over, hardly thinking about it, leaping up, bursting out, and moved towards great hall.

“en?”

After a few steps, Su Zimo expression changed, and gradually found a trace of anomaly.

His fleshly body seems to be stronger than before!

The Inner Core on the chest has also recovered a little gloss, and a crack has been repaired!

“This……”

Su Zimo suddenly remembered the last bowl of water he drank.

The only problem is the bowl of water!

“Little Monk, from today, every other month, you come here to drink a bowl of water.”

Just then, a familiar voice sounded.

Just before, this voice almost tortured Su Zimo into a lunatic!

Su Zimo resisted the urge to run away and turned to look.

Deep in the cemetery, a big man covered with chains was lying on the ground, with his hands behind his head, without looking at him, as if closing his eyes.

Su Zimo couldn’t help asking: “red-haired ghost, what is this water?”

Hearing the words ‘red-haired ghost’, Dahan’s mouth twitched and said impatiently, “If you want to drink, you can drink, that’s many nonsense!”

Su Zimo was boring and not angry.

He felt faintly that since he woke up, Han’s attitude towards him seemed to have changed a little.

He couldn’t say exactly what it was.

What must have happened during his coma!

This bowl of water is not easy!

You know, before that, Su Zimo swallowed a 10000-year Vermilion Fruit, within the body and received a huge supply of Essence Origin. None of the Inner Core showed any signs of repair.

And drinking this bowl of water not only strengthened his fleshly body, but also repaired the crack on the Inner Core!

not only that.

Su Zimo can obviously feel that there is still a huge life Essence Origin in his within the body.

These energies, even if he practices Great Desolate Monster Kings Secret Scripture every night, is enough to support one month!

Such a powerful healing power also contains a huge and rich life, Essence Origin. What kind of water has such a magical power?

Su Zimo carefully searched the ancient book that he had read, and found no heavenly materials and earthly treasures, which could match this spiritual water.

However, he knew well.

With enough spiritual water to support, no accident, his Inner Core is expected to recover as before within a few years!

If you continue to cultivate, Inner Core great accomplishment, and even Inner Core great perfection, are just around the corner!

This cultivation speed, even outside of the Buried Dragon Valley, he has enough flesh and blood to eat, but he can never reach it!

The hidden dangers of Inner Core were completely solved, and Su Zimo was in a good mood.

Even if his response is slow, it can be seen at this time that Dahan is helping him.

At this point, Su Zimo moved towards Dahan, deeply worshiped, and said seriously: “red-haired ghost, many thanks you. Among the ghosts, there are also good and evil, you must be good ghosts … that’s the word More points. “

“You roll for me!”

The big man roared.

Su Zimo fled.

Looking at the back of Su Zimo, the big man revealed a row of sharp and white teeth, grinding ka ka straight, with a resentful expression, and resentfully said, “You are the ghost, your whole family is ghosts!”

……

It was already noon when Su Zimo moved to the great hall front yard.

Ming Zhen was chanting in the hospital. When he saw Su Zimo returning unharmed, he could not help but widen his eyes, came forward, and asked in confusion: “Ming Xin Junior Brother, are you all right?”

Ming Zhen knows the horrors of the big guy in the backyard.

If he had been tortured all night, the whole person had collapsed, and his spirit was debilitating, how could he be as glamorous as Su Zimo, gaze as if a torch.

“It’s alright.”

Su Zimo expression relaxed, patted Ming Zhen’s shoulder, faintly smiled and said: “After one month, I still go to the back, should I be together?”

“No, no!”

Ming Zhen’s head shook like a rattle, with a firm tone.

Su Zimo smiles.

At this moment, the old monk pushed out the door, seemingly casually said: “On the Buried Dragon Valley, a woman came today, crying and weeping for tea time … Alas, it has been a year. . “

“Girl, cry?”

Su Zimo froze.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to think of something and turned to move towards the ancient temple layman.

Worried, Ming Zhen expression turned his head and asked, “Master, lend me your magic tool again, and I will protect the Little Junior Brother.”

“No need.”

The old monk shook his head and said, “Let him go. He has Wisdom King’s prayer beads on his wrist. The ghosts and evil spirits outside can’t get close.”

(End of this chapter)