Monsters Will Die if They Are Killed

Zhou Buyi's thoughts are just an inconspicuous point among the mighty thoughts of the Hundred Rebels.

In fact, compared to being a hero, he actually needs to try to learn to become a leader—"Taiping", which is not a simple matter that can be accomplished by defeating the magic army. Rebuilding a brilliant civilization on the dark green wasteland that is waiting to be built is the heavy responsibility that their generation needs to shoulder, and the most important thing to accomplish.

But at this time, after delivering a long speech, Su Zhou felt that he was too addicted to the leader's speech, and was about to go back to his hometown after pretending, so he raised the blade of death in his hand without hesitation, and handed it to the Confucian sage standing in the front .

"Here, return the magic knife to you."

His tone was natural, and Su Zhou really never thought of taking the magic knife as his own—of course, without him, the magic knife might not have been forged, but the blood, tears and sweat of countless heroes of the hundred rebels for its birth are the only ones that can make it happen. It is forged its true strength.

Those rare materials alone, those blood spilled on the way to deliver them, are worth more than all words.

"Oh, what does this mean?"

But in the next moment, the Confucian sage didn't even think about it, and directly handed back the blade of death: "What are you doing, Master Su?"

"The devil emperor is dead." Su Zhou thought it was because he didn't express clearly: "It's useless for me to hold this thing." After speaking, he handed it back with both hands.

And the Confucian saint raised his hand resolutely, and sent the magic knife back with both hands: "No, it's better for you to hold it."

——Even if Mieduzhiblade had his own will, he would never have imagined that he would be so useless and pushed around by others.

Taking the magic knife again, Su Zhou blinked. He wanted to continue to put the knife back into the hands of Confucian saints—this man looked down on his strength, didn't he?

But soon, Shi Sheng on the side quickly stepped forward, gently pressed Su Zhou's hand, and persuaded him earnestly: "Master Su, the magic sword may not be very attractive to you from Kunlun, but for you, you come from Kunlun." We are different!"

"This thing has innate power. For ordinary people like us, it is the same as that of immortality. It is the source of turmoil. But if a master holds this knife, who can resist its power head-on? He wants to be emperor, and we have no way to resist!"

"The most important thing about order is balance, or stability." The Daoist also stepped forward, shaking his head at Su Zhou, and said: "The stability of the old imperial system, where the highest ruled everything, may be the most simple and direct, and it is also most efficient order."

"However, if a single husband and villain are in power, it will be a catastrophe for all people—so, what we Baijia are trying to do now is the way of 'balance'... Master Su, even without you, we After beheading the Demon Emperor with the magic knife, we also planned to seal him together."

"But since you are here... then bring it back to Kunlun! If one day, the world is once again in turmoil, and there will be a group of demons causing harm to the common people, maybe there will be a day when you need to walk with a knife again to wipe out the group of demons. "

These words were sincere, and the Confucian sage nodded slightly at the side. He stood with his hands behind his back, and his eyes looked to the southwest with some ecstasy: "Of course...it's best not to have such a day."

That is the direction of the Confucian saint's hometown.

These words revealed that there was some commotion in the ranks of the Hundred Families Rebels, but now it was the four Grandmasters who were discussing, and those who were dissatisfied did not dare to continue to speak out and could only remain silent.

"Uh, seriously."

For this sake, Su Zhou will not be entangled, because this idea is actually similar to what he thought before, but he didn't expect that the other party could even refuse the magic knife... It's hard to understand.

Taking back the magic knife and carrying it on his waist, Su Zhou shook his head seriously: "I am just a young man, and I have never held such a good weapon in my life. I usually use my own wooden spear and fists. You are now saying that you want to send me a magic weapon...then what choice do I have besides submitting?"

It's one thing to give away good things for free, but it's another to be stingy and hypocritical.

"Haha, your honesty is also one of the reasons why we are willing to trust you."

Seeing this, Taoist stroking his beard, he smiled heartily: "Not only that, we also plan to cast a statue for you - although Da Zongjiang is still on the hospital bed, he said, treat him well , I will personally carve a giant statue for you that will last forever, so that those who come after me will be able to praise your deeds and name!"

"Uh, is it necessary?"

Although my heart is very cool, I even laughed at Yala in my heart, "Haha, Yala, I said a long time ago, as long as I go out, no matter what world I am, I will definitely be treated with extra courtesy, and I will never be like you." Everyone shouted and beat me like that! ’ content, and got Yara’s exasperated ‘Whispering! ’ Such an answer, but Su Zhou still hesitated on the surface: "It's a bit of a waste of money..."

"This is a deterrent." The Confucian sage said to Su Zhou with a smile. Then, he turned around, his eyes sharpened, and he said loudly to the silent team of hundreds of schools behind him: "Similarly, it is to let future generations know that once There is a devil emperor who kills tens of thousands of people because of his single husband's desire, and makes China miserable."

"In order to let future generations know that even if the demon army sweeps the world and oppresses all living beings, there will still be hundreds of families rising up to fight against them until the last drop of blood is shed."

"It is also to let future generations know that in this world, there is such a Kunlun walker who holds a magic weapon, hates evil like a vengeful, and will be born to slay demons due to the world's disasters."

——If you really want to leave, then be our deterrent.

This is what Su Zhou could hear from the mouths of these three aging great masters.

"That's right... the Shenmu restrains its strength and condenses its wood energy. It might be okay if it is a real demon soldier and undead family, but if it is a human being infected by wood energy and able to continue its life like the Sansheng... I am afraid that the time is really short." too much."

"So, I'm afraid that after my death, the originally gathered hundreds of families will fight for division for the sake of Shenmu and the blade of destruction. They want to use my name as a deterrent to deter possible careerists."

Su Zhou is very smart. After eating the fruit of wisdom, he can already understand the deep meaning behind these words, and also understand everything that the three old men have painstakingly designed for this.

—Then why not?

So, he laughed, turned around, and opened his arms towards the sacred tree. Su Zhou looked at the undead banyan tree with all its leaves, and then, just like before, he announced boldly and loudly.

"Of course - it should be so!"

After a few days.

Su Zhou was carrying a large bag of spiritual plants, a brand new Longhorn cross spear, and the Blade of Extermination on his waist, standing on the deserted road leading to the Kunlun Mountains in the northwest.

The originally spacious national road has long been overgrown with weeds and shadows of trees, and it is even difficult to see the road in the distance for a while.

But obviously, no one cares about such trivial matters.

Now, it was the three great masters who bid farewell to Su Zhou, as well as Zhou Buyi, Li Daoran, Wei Lie, Liu Xizhao, Fang Hui, the great master who was still lying on a stretcher and other acquaintances from this life.

"Just send it here."

At Su Zhou's request, this is not a grand farewell party. After all, why do the sons and daughters of the Wu family need so much entanglement? Go and go, don't look back, where in life do you not meet again!

So, Su Zhou clasped his fists in return to everyone who bowed deeply to him, and then turned his head with a big laugh, stepped into the air, and galloped away.

"The hibiscus is one foot high at sunrise, and everything in the world is as fine as a hair. The wild man sees the injustice angrily, and wears out the eternal knife in his chest!"

"I am not an ancient person. When I see injustice when I am angry, I draw my sword, and when I feel angry, I strike!"

"Everyone, I hope there will be a day of goodbye, and I hope there will be no day of 'goodbye' again!"

When everyone raised their heads again, Su Zhou's gracefully leaving figure had disappeared into the distant wind and tree shadows.

Everything seems to come to an end... maybe.

In the high sky in the distance, Su Zhou, who was gliding in mid-air with the help of the wind, took out the scale of the gods. With the stimulation of spiritual power, the silver light lit up, and like a ball, it showed a living room of an ordinary earth residence. The light ball of the picture just appeared in front of his eyes.

Su Zhou touched the ball of light with a smile, and then his whole body turned into light and disappeared.

——Ride on the wind, walk in the world of mortals, sing high, sing frivolously!

——Walking alone for thousands of miles, wandering in various realms, seeing unevenness on the road, draw your sword to help!

Everything has just begun!