Chapter 237 Burial Place
When the disciples who spoke heard this, they all trembled and hurriedly admitted their mistakes to Su Ming.
"Master Su, we just spoke openly. Don't take it to heart if you have a lot!"
"That's right, it's all our fault. We're used to showing off in the palace, so we're like this. Master Su is the master of our palace master, and he will definitely not leave us alone!"
"Master Su has a heart of a Bodhisattva. This canyon looks eerie, and there are blue-eyed black eagles outside. We really can't fight against them. If we go out, we will be their food. I hope Master Su can be noble!"
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The sounds of pleading were endless, echoing the sound of the blue-eyed black eagle clawing at the outer shell of the formation with its fangs and claws outside the formation.
Nangong Hanxiao looked at those disciples and was speechless. He ignored them and asked Su Ming.
"Master, this blue-eyed black eagle is from the Ancient Demon Mountain Range. Logically speaking, it shouldn't have come to the Dragon Burial Canyon here, so why did it suddenly appear here!"
As the Young Palace Master, Nangong Hanxiao knew a lot about the Ancient Demon Mountain Range, so he also knew a little bit about the habits of this blue-eyed black eagle. He vaguely felt that something was wrong here and had doubts in his heart.
Su Ming smiled, glanced at Nangong Hanxiao and said softly.
"Someone must have lured me here!"
What does Master mean by this? Could it be that someone deliberately brought these here to block their way?
The alarm bell rang loudly in Nangong Hanxiao's heart, and his eyebrows instantly tightened, nervously guarding his surroundings.
"Zhiyu, get rid of those annoying things!"
Su Ming's expression suddenly changed and he ordered Ling Zhiyu in a low voice.
Ling Zhiyu had already been prepared, just waiting for Su Ming's order.
As soon as he opened his mouth, a phantom shot out of Ling Zhiyu's hand.
The phantom gradually condensed into its real form and became a little golden man the moment it was released.
Everyone stared at the phantom with wide eyes, full of doubts.
"What's going on? What kind of kung fu is this? Why haven't we seen it before?"
"I haven't seen it either. It looks ordinary and has no lethality. Can it really kill those blue-eyed black eagles?"
"I have never heard of this kind of technique, and I don't know if it can kill these black eagles with one strike. This girl Zhiyu is the one with the highest cultivation level here. If she still can't, we will end up here today. !”
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The disciples muttered to each other, and each of them stared at the phantom emitted by Ling Zhiyu, which solidified into a little golden man.
The little golden man held a solid sword in his hand and slashed in the direction of the blue-eyed black eagle. A majestic spiritual power condensed out, swung in the air, and hit the black eagle without leaving any remaining energy. Passed by!
"Zi la..."
There was friction between the spiritual power and Xuan Ying, and only a few burnt sounds were heard. Along with a few screams that were not completely heard, a fire shadow was ignited inside Xuan Ying!
In an instant, Xuan Ying turned into a ball of charcoal, and in a moment it turned into powder in the wind!
After doing all this, the aftermath was not exhausted and hit the ground directly.
Suddenly, a deep trench opened up on the ground, and all the tangled tree roots were cut off. Only the green gurgling tree roots were left in place. The bitter sap spread all over the ground, and the air was filled with branches. The astringent taste.
The pupils of the disciples trembled, and their eyes unconsciously stayed on the pit.
"What happened? What did I just see?"
"Did the Blue-Eyed Black Eagle disappear into thin air with that blow just now?"
"This...such power? What kind of technique was that just now, and why is it so powerful!"
"I didn't expect Miss Zhiyu to be so powerful. Is this the strength of the Yellow Level?"
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The faces of the disciples were full of surprise and envy. It was really hard to imagine that the Emperor Immortal Sect was just a ninth-grade sect and could be so powerful, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
Everyone's curious eyes fell on Ling Zhiyu. With a disciple like Miss Zhiyu, it must be expected that her master must also be an extraordinary human being, and her cultivation level is even more unattainable.
"Miss Zhiyu, your master is from the Emperor Immortal Sect. Look at me, do I have this opportunity to be your junior brother?"
"Also, there is me, Miss Zhiyu. Let's see if my qualifications are good and whether I can attract the attention of our master. Don't worry, after joining the master, I will definitely devote myself to practice!"
"Me too, I am still young, but now I have established a foundation. Among our generation, I am the most talented. Can our master like me? I will definitely give him a pat on the back and make him feel comfortable. !”
…
The disciples completely exploded and approached Ling Zhiyu one after another.
Obviously, I have forgotten what the situation is at the moment.
Ling Zhiyu was confused as to what was going on.
She had never shied away from calling Master Su Ming in the Piaomiao Palace. Are these people deaf?
"I think you have misunderstood. My master is here..."
Ling Zhiyu struggled to calm down the crowd and raised her finger to point to Su Ming's direction, but what she received in return was the disdain from her disciples.
"Miss Zhiyu, don't shirk it. Do you want to say that your master is him? How is it possible with his virtue?"
"We know that a master of your strength will definitely hide, but we are also considered your fellow disciples. We haven't become disciples yet, so just send us a message. If you are really in trouble, just say one word of his name. !”
"You tell it quietly, and we won't tell anyone else!"
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When Ling Zhiyu heard these nonsense words, his head turned black!
The master was right in front of them, but this group of people didn't forget to slander him!
What a shield, what shame!
It's just nonsense!
Just when everyone was arguing and in chaos, a green fireball flew out from nowhere, mixed with a trace of black air, and smashed towards the flying formation!
"Bang..."
"Crack..."
The flying formation shattered, and the disciples who were flying steadily in the formation lost their balance one by one and fell from above.
It seemed like a human rain fell in the air, responding to the uncontrolled screams, and smashed into the pit on the ground.
Seeing that her senior brother was about to fall, Zhou Ziruo hurriedly called out the long sword and caught him steadily!
Su Ming staggered slightly, and stood up quickly the next second.
In just a few seconds, three figures jumped out from the height of the Buried Dragon Canyon.
They came to the Demon Tower, Mu Shaobai and a strange face. The most eye-catching thing was the black lines on his face, which was ugly.
Mu Shaobai took the brunt of it, stepped forward, drew his sword directly, and shouted.
"Su Ming, you really know how to dig your own grave. Today, this Dragon Burial Canyon is your burial place!"
Su Ming took a quick glance and took in Mu Shaobai.
However, after not seeing him for a few days, the green aura and lingering black fog on Mu Shaobai's body were a bit stronger than before!
