MTL - Eternal Sacred King-Chapter 3319 Human face peach blossom

The three of Changqing Supreme looked at this scene and couldn't help sighing deeply.

Even though they have lived for billions of years and are accustomed to life and death, seeing Supreme Lin Meng come to this point, they still feel a little sad and can't help but sigh.

The three of Changqing Supreme turned their heads to look at Su Zimo.

At this moment, Su Zimo, the purple flame in his eyes has gradually faded away, and the feeling of oppression brought to the three Supremes seems to have disappeared.

The three Supremes looked at each other, stepped forward one after another, knelt down, and said solemnly: "Lord, I should wait for the sin..."

"Get up."

Before the three Supremes could finish speaking, Su Zimo waved his robe sleeves and motioned for the three to get up.

Although the three Supremes chose not to help each other just now, in fact, they stood on the side of Supreme Lin Meng, and by default he killed Su Zimo and replaced him.

However, it didn't work out in the end.

Su Zimo said: "Loyalty and righteousness are difficult to balance, and this matter is difficult to choose. You are all people who value affection and righteousness, so why should you be blamed?"

The three of Changqing Supreme stood up and thanked them.

Su Zimo instructed the three of them a few more words before leaving, galloping towards the southwest, eating and drinking dew in the wind.

Along the way, I encountered some obstacles, but they were all near misses.

Across the southern region, Su Zimo finally set foot in the southwestern region.

There is a very clear boundary between the two territories.

In the southern region, there is a scorching hot, scorched earth everywhere, and even grass and vegetation are rarely seen.

But in the southwestern territory, it is full of greenery and vitality, surrounded by fairy mists, and rainbows fly across, like a fairyland.

Su Zimo came to a small town, bought a map of the southwest territory from a monk, found the direction of Xuanhen Mountain, and set off again.

About half a month later.

Su Zimo finally arrived at his destination.

Just came to the vicinity of Xuanheng Mountain, Su Zimo could feel the difference here.

On this journey, he passed through thirty-six caves and some of the seventy-two blessed places. The caves here are similar to the one hundred and eight states in the southeastern region and the forty-nine spiritual places in the southern region. They are all strong practitioners. occupying power.

These powerhouses are high above, living on the top of the fairy mountain, far away from the red dust.

But in the vicinity of Xuanheng Mountain, Su Zimo saw a patch of villages, the houses were like houses, the traffic was on the streets, the chickens and dogs heard each other, the men farmed and the women weaved, and he was content.

Su Zimo stood here, standing still for a long time, suddenly, as if returning to the mundane world, all he saw were the sights that the mortal world had not seen for a long time.

Among them, men and women have different levels of cultivation, and some of them don't even practice, and they seem to be mortals.

But even a cultivator with a strong cultivation base does not have condescending arrogance, nor a commanding attitude when facing a cultivator with a low realm, and there is no bullying.

In this village, there was no **** fighting, but instead there was more peace.

Surrounded by the Xianshan Cave Mansion of the Thirty-six Caves and the Seventy-two Blessed Lands, in the Great Thousand World, this village is like a paradise away from the hustle and bustle.

Is this the Xuanhen Mountain?

If he hadn't known that he was in the Great Thousand World, Su Zimo once thought that he had returned to a village under Pingyang Town.

Su Zimo took a deep breath and walked towards the village ahead.

In the distance, there was a man in a scorpion, sitting still like a rock, fishing by the stream.

In the jungle, there was a woodcutter wielding an axe, chopping down trees one by one, sweating like rain, and many branches were already piled up under his feet.

Su Zimo didn't even want to break the tranquility and peace, and just walked along the path in the field, his footsteps were much lighter.

Several children play and play, chasing and slapsticking.

A child did not look at the road, ran in front of Su Zimo, bumped into his chest, and was a little dizzy.

"Are you all right?"

Su Zimo asked.

"No, it's fine."

The child quickly bowed and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Su Zimo smiled.

When the child saw Su Zimo's smile, he turned around and played with several other children.

In the field next to the road, a middle-aged farmer who was cultivating saw this scene, nodded to Su Zimo, and smiled apologetically.

The child who had just bumped into Su Zimo had some similarities between his eyebrows and the middle-aged farmer.

Su Zimo also nodded.

He walked all the way, and when people in the village saw him as an outsider, there was no hostility or vigilance, and they all responded with a kind smile.

Above a house, smoke from cooking smoke curled up, the door was open, and through the window, you could see the smoke lingering inside, a big man with bare arms, looming.

Su Zimo smelled a fragrance.

It is not the aroma of some elixir, but the deliciousness of cooking from the simplest five-grain ingredients in the world.

This kind of fireworks from the world made him feel inexplicably moved.

"It's dinner time!"

"Bunny, come back for dinner!"

The rough voice of the big man came from the house.

This voice also brought Su Zimo back to his senses.

A child who was playing not far away left his friends and jumped here, his stomach rumbling, his face full of joy.

"Excuse me, is this Xuanhen Mountain?"

The child ran past Su Zimo, and he asked subconsciously.

The child turned around and asked, "Did you also come to ask the mountain chief to study?"

"Mountain Chief?"

Su Zimo was stunned for a moment.

The child stretched out two fingers, pulled the corners of his eyes downward, and said with a grimace, "The chief of the mountain lives at the foot of the mountain over there. He is a grieving old grandfather. You can recognize him as soon as you see him."

"Hey!"

The big man in the house had just finished cooking, and when he heard the sound from outside, he was holding a rag in his hand, wiping the oil stains on his hands, and shouting, "Little brother, would you like to come in and have some food together?"

Su Zimo was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Xiongtai, I'm here with Su Zimo, I have something to do, so it's inconvenient to disturb you."

"Are you looking for someone?"

the big man asked.

Before Su Zimo could answer, the big man pointed in a direction in the distance and said, "Go there and look for it."

Su Zimo was surprised and happy.

This big man actually knew his purpose.

It's just that I don't know whether the direction the big man is pointing is the mountain chief or Dieyue.

Before Su Zimo could continue to inquire, the big man had already brought the child into the house, sat at the table, and ate.

Su Zimo felt a little uneasy, but he still walked in that direction.

Before he took a few steps, he was shocked and suddenly recovered!

Along the way, there are several people in the realm of cultivation, who should have reached the perfection of the Royal Dao realm, and they are the supreme powerhouses!

The fisherman who was fishing by the stream, the woodcutter who fell in the woods, the farmer who cultivated the fields, and even the big man just now…

However, these people have already integrated into the surrounding environment.

At first sight of them, they will only be regarded as ordinary fishermen and woodcutters.

While pondering, Su Zimo kept walking, and it didn't take long for a faint scent to come from the front, which seemed familiar.

This is the aroma of peach blossoms.

Su Zimo looked up.

I saw a peach tree growing at the foot of the mountain not far away. At this moment, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and countless butterflies are flying among the flowers.

A woman in a blood robe leaned against a peach tree, her body was half-hanging, her slender legs were casually placed on the branches, her eyes were closed, her black hair was like a waterfall, scattered on her shoulders, her expression was lazy and bright as yesterday.

Peach blossoms on the human face, surrounded by butterflies.