Chapter 412 Kill a Bloody Way!

There are many cultivators staring at the stern face with bad expressions. In the end, if he hadn't made an assertion, the more than 200 classmates might not have perished!

Severely heartbroken, he coughed lightly, and said, "I didn't mean to, I just wanted everyone to rest a bit more."

Some monks couldn't bear it any longer, and sneered: "Humph! It's easy to say, more than 200 fellow students died here because of your words!"

"That's because their strength is not good, don't follow into the valley if you are afraid of death!"

"Senior Brother Yan, everyone is from the same family, yet you actually said such a thing!"

"okay."

Seeing that the atmosphere of the crowd was not right, the quarrel had already started, and it was getting more and more intense. Liang Bo shouted angrily, interrupting the commotion of the crowd.

Tang Yu was irritable, frowned lightly, waved her hand and said, "Everyone be quiet, I just made a mistake in my decision."

Tang Yu took a deep breath, came to Su Zimo's side, and asked in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist, what should we do next?"

"The only way to get rid of the threat of many monsters in the valley is to continue on the road and find the Danchizong ruins as soon as possible."

"it is good."

Tang Yu gave an order, and everyone continued to move forward.

We didn't go far, the fog was surging right in front of him, and a few hundred meters away, there was a green feather eagle vibrating its wings and galloping at an extremely fast speed, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes!

Ancient Relics!

After running in the valley for nearly an hour, an ancient relic finally appeared!

The other Danyangmen cultivators couldn't see the trace of the Qingyu eagle at all, but Su Zimo's eyes were like torches, and he had already noticed it.

"Congeal!"

Su Zimo separated out six flying swords and galloped past in midair, leaving behind sword energy one after another, forming a sword array of six-pointed stars, and the light of the array pattern flourished!

To deal with the ancient relics, it is difficult to kill them just by virtue of the skill of the sword.

In order to save spiritual power, Su Zimo did not directly use the candle light sword formation, but condensed the Liuhe sword formation, pointed forward, and the sword formation broke through the air.

Many cultivators saw Su Zimo's sudden attack, and they didn't know why.

But not long after, in the depths of the fog ahead, there was a wailing sound of geese.

After a while, the Liuhe Sword Formation flew back again, Su Zimo looked as usual, as if nothing had happened.

As the crowd went deep into the valley, there were no longer large groups of ancient creatures, but ancient relics began to appear.

Most of the time, without waiting for these ancient relics to rush to the front, Su Zimo has already taken one step and killed them.

Continuing to go deeper, everyone was in danger, but their expressions became more and more solemn.

The sky is getting darker!

Everyone's line of sight narrowed again.

In the dark and empty valley, smelling the strong bloody smell in the air, everyone's heart became extremely depressed and panicked.

The remains of Danchizong have not yet been found.

This means that everyone will move forward in the dark!

It didn't take long before night finally came, and the surroundings were pitch black.

Originally, everyone could still see the distance of ten feet, but now, this range has been reduced to thirty feet!

Suddenly, the surroundings became silent.

There were no birds chirping, no beasts roaring, not even the screams and shouts of monks.

It seems that in an instant, all the monsters hid and disappeared without a trace!

It was like the calm before the storm.

Quietly weird, quiet and eerie, quiet and terrifying!

Under the leadership of Su Zimo, everyone walked all the way, and they could even hear their own heartbeats.

Everyone stepped on dead branches and leaves, making a 'rustling' sound, which was particularly harsh.

"What, what's going on?"

"Why are there no monsters?"

Finally, someone couldn't bear such depression, panting slightly, and asked in a trembling voice.

Tang Yu was also a little scared.

In this dark night, she even smelled the breath of death!

Now, the only thing that can make her calm down is the not very generous, but tall and straight back figure in front of her.

It seems that if this figure does not fall, their hope will never be extinguished.

The darkness ahead is full of unknowns and dangers.

But Su Zimo's footsteps didn't stop for a second, and he continued on like this.

Suddenly, Su Zimo stopped, a low voice sounded, calm and calm, but what he said made everyone change color!

"Everyone prepare for a fierce battle, the beast tide is about to hit!"

Beast tide!

Hearing these two words, everyone's heart trembled slightly.

Su Zimo squinted his eyes, looked around, and there was a cold light jumping in his eyes, and said slowly: "And it's... a beast tide composed of ancient relics!"

"what!"

"what!"

There was an uproar in the crowd.

Just one ancient relic is enough to cause headaches for many monks.

If the tide of beasts composed of ancient relics comes overwhelmingly and rushing towards, who can resist this ancient battlefield?

Which sect will survive?

"Now, now, me, me, let's go back, is it still too late?"

Finally, a cultivator couldn't bear the pressure, and his voice trembled with a hint of crying.

On the ground, there were faint waves of fluctuations, as if thousands of troops were rushing past, even if the line of sight was out of sight, everyone could feel a ferocious and tragic aura coming from the front!

That's too late.

There is no need for Su Zimo to answer, this person already knows the answer.

The most worrying situation finally came.

And, it's even scarier than I imagined!

The ground shook more and more violently!

Many monks clearly know that at this time, there are endless relics and alien beasts attacking this place, but the terrible thing is that under the shroud of the night mist, everyone can't see it at all!

Some monks couldn't bear it. Under the trembling of the ground, their legs went weak and they slumped on the ground.

In the face of death, there is no difference between cultivators and mortals, the same humbleness, the same powerlessness, and the same lack of dignity.

"How to do?"

Tang Yu looked at Su Zimo and asked subconsciously.

Su Zimo said indifferently, "Of course we will meet you."

Of course it's welcome!

Simple words, but revealing a kind of arrogant, fearless grand spirit!

Everyone, including Tang Yu himself, was thinking about how to survive and how to escape, but Su Zimo was thinking of going upstream!

Tang Yu was shocked, turned her head and looked at Su Zimo's profile.

Although in the night, Su Zimo's profile was a little blurry, but those eyes were still bright, like two stars in the dark night, shining brightly.

Su Zimo seemed to be aware, looked sideways slightly, smiled lightly, and asked back, "Is there any way out?"

Tang Yu was stunned.

Yes, is there a way out?

When the beast tide composed of ancient relics came surging, they had no way out.

Even if he turned around and fled at this time, he would definitely not be able to escape the pursuit of the ancient relics!

"Everyone, I know your current state of despair. However, this is a test, a test of life and death! Those who are afraid, timid, and withdraw have only one outcome, which is to fall."

Su Zimo's voice sounded, firm and powerful: "Since we have no way out, we can only go forward, with the long sword in our hand..."

"Kill a bloody way!"