South of the Central Plains, along the Nanjiang River.

The clouds are long and the rain is pouring.

The land of Suzhou, which was originally known as the hometown of fish and rice, has become a primeval forest with grass and trees after nearly 80 years of abandonment.

The clouds and mist rolled, the wind and rain drifted away, and the wet wind blew over the forest, bringing up the miasma that accumulated in it, and the entire jungle was suddenly colorful.

It can be seen that there were countless plants and wild animals that had never appeared in the world before the appearance of the divine trees, and they had reproduced and acted in it, turning this land into an abnormal alien world.

A huge river flows like a dividing line that separates the world. In the drizzle, it passes through this forest that looks like a different world, from the depths of the distant continent to the ocean at the end of its vision.

Su Zhou stood at the front of a Zhenqi air ship named "Changfeng", staring at the distance with Li Daoran and another Taoist master. The hundred-family positions that had begun to gradually see shadows - and the extremely huge shade of the tree covered the "banyan tree" that was nearly a thousand miles away.

The immortal tree of the banyan!

The oncoming wind and heavy rain blew the young man carrying a spear and a long sword on his waist, and also rolled the flags hanging on the True Qi Airship, making a sound of roaring - but Su Zhou didn't care, because the fire spirit power naturally emitted by the divine weapon he wore on his waist could easily blow away all the rain.

He just narrowed his eyes and stared at the sacred tree in front of him and the heavenly palace that was faintly visible at the top of the sacred tree.

"That is the position where our hundred schools of thought confront the Demon Dynasty - if not, how could the Demon Dynasty Demon Army stationed most of its combat power at the other end of the Nanjiang River?"

Li Daoran explained to Su Zhou that he stretched out a bandaged hand and pointed to the Heavenly Palace at the top: "And there is the Heavenly Palace, the residence of the Demon Emperor, and below it are the New South Tianjing and Nanjiang Tianguan."

Li Daoran's arm that was injured by the national master has not yet healed. After all, he is just an ordinary human being and does not have the terrifying recovery power of the Divine Wood clan and Su Zhou. After Su Zhou looked at the city wall more than 30 feet high in Nanjiang Tianguan from afar, he couldn't help but tsk out: "It is worthy of being a world where warriors and Taoism are magical. This city wall that is 100 meters high is really terrifying!"

However, Su Zhou was not worried about such a city wall. With his current cultivation level as a great master, climbing to the city wall is really like walking on flat ground. He could step on a pit on the city wall with one foot, and gravity could no longer bind him.

Compared to this, he turned his head and looked aside with a little worried, and another master of the Taoist sect: "Master Liu, do you think I can fight with this Destroy Blade? Although you say that my internal strength belongs to fire and has a certain foundation of thunder, it is best to control this magic sword...but this should be just a temporary solution."

"Compared with Baijia, I am just an outsider after all, and such a magic weapon should be used by other great masters, right?"

Although Su Zhou never underestimated himself, he also knew very well that things like divine weapons were probably not easily handed over to him, the "hero" for use... Of course, he protected the forging of divine weapons, defeated the national teacher, and proved his position and strength, but in the final analysis, the ownership of this knife was not in his hands.

But what is even more terrifying is the attitude of the Baijia Rebel Army to be happy to see that he has a magic weapon. These people have a very good attitude towards him. Not to mention anything else, the daily food supply and spiritual materials are full of them. Even if he eats less and uses less, he has to supply Su Zhou unlimitedly, so that he feels a little awkward.

In response to this, the Master Liu from the Taoist Sect was stunned, but he didn't expect that Su Zhou would ask such questions with great concern. He touched his rather round belly and shook his head and smiled: "Master Su is too worried. The Master Dao Saint, the Buddhist Saint and the Confucian Saint have already sent a few days to inform you to entrust the Blade of Destruction to you... Please do not doubt, we will arrive at the position soon, and the three heads are all waiting for your arrival."

"Is it really OK?"

"sure."

A few hours later, the Baijia Rebels' position, located in the underground Juyi Hall, came to meet Su Zhou. The Taoist master, who was called the "Dao Sheng", whispered with a somewhat complicated expression: "Why can't it be possible? Master Su, you are filled with thunder and fire. There is probably nothing more suitable in the world than you."

“Yes.”

"good."

On the other side, Buddhist saints and Confucian saints nodded slightly and expressed their approval.

The Taoist Saint, Buddhist Saint and Confucian Saint are both old and old, even the youngest, and the wrinkles on their faces are as stacked like tree bark. Although the three of them are full of energy when they talk, when they greeted Su Zhou before, the internal energy and cultivation on their bodies were really shocking, and they are not far from the national master, and they can even be said to be in the same way. If the immortal body is eliminated, the national master and these three masters of the hundred schools of thought fight alone, and if they want to gain the upper hand, they will probably need a hundred rounds to move upward.

But they are indeed very old, and even their entire life breath is supported by their profound cultivation.

"In fact, if it weren't for your appearance by Grandmaster Su, we could only choose a master who practices Thunder and holds the Blade of Destruction instead of using it yourself."

At this time, the person who was speaking was a contemporary Confucian Saint, a tall, thick-faced old man, but unexpectedly modest tone. He patted the sword on his waist, sighed and smiled bitterly, "It's shameful to say that, but we can't kill the dog emperor himself, and avenge the tens of millions of unjust souls in the sky and earth - I'm afraid I have to ask you for this matter."

"Why..." Hearing this, Su Zhou became even more confused: "To be honest, I feel very comfortable holding the Blade of Destruction, but why don't you go by yourself? This is a magic weapon!"

"Now, including me, there are four great masters - even if the Demon Emperor advances to the innate level, one person can kill it with one knife. I'm not kidding. How can I be so strong when I first enter the innate level? I have a reliable inheritance to prove this!"

How could Yala say it himself be false? Even if there is falsehood, it is not about such a trivial matter.

Then Su Zhou saw the contemporary Shi Sheng clasped his hands and sighed: "Master Su, we have been fighting for eighty years. Now... we have lost the qualification to go to the sacred tree. Although we are lucky enough to survive, we can no longer face the Demon Emperor."

"Everyone, there is no need to cover up, let Mr. Su see."

After saying that, the old monk stretched out his hand freely and lifted up his cassock to show Su Zhou his arms that were still strong when he looked at him.

Then Su Zhou took a deep breath.

"Oh my God!"

What appeared in front of Su Zhou was not the flesh and blood of human beings... but an indescribable body, which was composed entirely of various metal levers and various parts, plus countless entangled tree roots!

Su Zhou could sense that there was an internal air flow that was almost the same as that of humans on these metal skeletons and parts, as well as those tree roots, so even if he observed it with spiritual vision, he could not see the wrong thing about the Saint in front of him at the first moment!
Chapter completed!