Just broke up with the empress, stepped on the ant to upgrade

"Fight...fight..."

"When you are tired of fighting, maybe you will stop..."

Five hundred years have passed, and Su Mo at that time was already untidy and unkempt.

He casually lay in the corner of the street, and waved away the magical power that was hit by the aftermath of the monks' fighting. He held a wine gourd in his hand, took a sip of wine, and wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth casually.

He handed the wine gourd to the golden monkey standing on his shoulder.

"Gululu--"

The little monkey held the big wine pot in his two furry hands, gurgling straight, and soon his eyes were slightly drunk. He was spinning in place and was about to fall from Su Mo's shoulder.

"You naughty monkey..." Su Mo smiled helplessly and picked up the little monkey that was about to fall with one hand.

The golden little monkey did not forget to burp at him.

Speaking of this golden little monkey, it was 500 years ago when Yu Changsheng closed his martial arts school and was traveling around the world. He fell straight down from the sky and was picked up by Su Mo from the river.

At that time, the little monkey was black all over as if it had been struck by lightning. Only a skeleton was left, but it was still breathing weakly.

Its golden body was broken, its soul was gone, and its consciousness was almost annihilated into nothingness, but it had an extremely tenacious will to survive.

It was hard to say whether it was still alive or dead... but it was brought by Su Mo.

In the past five hundred years, Su Mo witnessed the wars and fires in the world while picking various holy medicines and entering and leaving the Immortal Forbidden Zone in order to seek a breakthrough. When taking some natural treasures, he also fed this little monkey a bite.

Although Su Mo's cultivation was no longer strong and he was suppressed by the laws of heaven and earth, he was not completely powerless. Moreover, his knowledge and attainments in formations were at a level that no one in the world could match. It was easy for Su Mo to break some ancient restrictions.

Unknowingly, Su Mo had fed the little monkey for five hundred years. Until now, the little monkey's hair had grown out, golden, and it had regained consciousness.

But it looked like an ordinary monkey, nothing special.

"It's been 500 years, even that Monkey King should have jumped out of the mountain... You have also revived, right..."

Su Mo muttered and shook the little monkey.

But in return, the little monkey opened his drunken eyes slightly and burped again.

If you say that this little monkey is just an ordinary monkey, Su Mo would never believe it.

After all, he had witnessed with his own eyes how the monkey was revived little by little from a dark skeleton to the current lively and active stage.

"It doesn't make sense? Where did all those holy medicines like Ganoderma Lucidum go?"

"Even if he was a mortal, he should have ascended to become a saint..."

Su Mo murmured.

This monkey's body is extraordinary, but it's like a bottomless pit. No matter how many good things are given to it, it can't drink them.

Now that he hasn't recovered yet, it can only mean that...his injuries back then were too severe...

"Xiao Qi...is that you, the venerable with the golden stick in your hand?"

Xiao Qi is the name Su Mo gave the little monkey.

Su Mo held Xiao Qi in one hand at this time, and couldn't help but touch his chin and thought.

"Aba?"

At this time, Xiao Qi's hands were shaking, his eyes were full of stars, and he spread his hands with a confused look.

"And Sister Xuan Yue...how is she?"

"Aba?"

"What is the road to the Mahayana period? Why have I been a mortal for almost 800 years, and I'm just one step away from the final step, but why can't I take it?"

Su Mo said in confusion.

Su Mo finally shook Xiao Qi until he foamed at the mouth, vomited and had diarrhea, but he refused to admit that he was the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, the Fighting Venerable!

Boom——

Another sound of a battle between monks was heard!

Two groups of people were fighting.

To be precise, a white-clothed female cultivator from a superpower was being chased by a group of black-clothed monks.

The residual power of their battle almost affected the entire mortal town.

I don’t know how many houses collapsed, and how many mortals were caught in misfortune while avoiding disasters, and they were separated from the living and the dead from then on.

“Woo woo woo——Mom, I’m scared…”

In the midst of the flying war, a little girl was scratched on the cheek by a sword while running, and she covered her face and cried in fear.

The girl’s mother quickly bent down and carefully protected her in her arms.

She comforted her softly with a trembling voice: "Nannan, don't cry... God will save us..."

"Does God... God... really still exist?" The little girl raised her pitiful face and asked with sobs.

"Back then, the fairy took away a group of gods... went to heaven to fight the bad guys, but there is still a god who is still in this world..."

"Nannan, don't be afraid... God... will definitely punish these bad guys!"

The little girl's mother prayed continuously.

And around, there were countless mortals, crawling on the ground, begging the monks in the sky,

also begging for forgiveness from God.

"Zhao Lingxue! Don't look for it, your ancestor has disappeared a long time ago..."

"What god and fairy? It has long become a thing of the past!"

"This is a brand new era, and no old antiques are needed to suppress everything!"

The black monks who chased the woman in white raised a disdainful sneer at the corners of their mouths.

The attack in his hands was merciless, and he attacked the female cultivators indiscriminately.

The female cultivator waved her sword to block, secretly hating that these black-clothed men deliberately forced her here so that she could be restrained by the ordinary people in the town. Now, she was restricted everywhere.

Swish——

Suddenly, the black-clothed monk raised his hand and swung out a stunning sword energy.

The attack was very scary. In just a blink of an eye, it came in front of the female cultivator.

The female cultivator slightly turned her body and dodged it. Then her eyes were slightly fixed. She had a bad premonition.

The sword just now... seemed to be deliberately cut off...

And the black-clothed man had a smile of success on his lips.

Swish——

The stunning sword energy was slashing towards the mother and daughter below.

Not only the mother and daughter were covered, but also all the ordinary people in this town who were kneeling and praying to the gods, as well as the beggar who was sitting cross-legged and drinking in the corner of the street and was unaware of all this... and the little monkey.

"Damn it--"

Zhao Lingxue's eyes narrowed, and she quickly used the escape technique, but she could only use her body to protect the mother and daughter nearby.

Zhao Lingxue turned her back to the attack, and her heart was filled with resentment and despair.

She had not yet completed her mission... and had not yet found her ancestor...

Was she really going to die here?

Swish--

The attack came in an instant, and the dazzling sword light illuminated the entire world as bright as day.

Zhao Lingxue could feel the sharpness of the attack, which pierced her back.

Even with her Jindan stage cultivation, her body could never resist it.

"Am I going to die..."

Zhao Lingxue murmured, with a strong resentment filling her heart, but it eventually turned into a miserable smile.

She was born in a declining immortal cultivation family. In its glorious period, the Zhao family was the first of the five major families in the entire Zhongzhou!

But because their lineage is a representative of the diehards, they insist on looking for the gods, and are attacked by the new forces. Now, with the passage of time and the interweaving of war, they have finally fallen into decline.

Today, only one in ten people in their lineage are left.

But even so, they still haven't forgotten the family motto engraved in their blood...

It is rumored that there was a god in their ancestor who had illuminated the ages and did not go to the upper world to kill immortals! He still stayed in this world... This is the family motto left by their first-generation grandmother.

If they encounter the danger of extinction, they can use a token passed down from generation to generation to find the ancestor.

"Mom... Lord God... does he really exist?" The little girl asked hoarsely.

"Yes, he has always been..." The little girl's mother choked back.

Zhao Lingxue's eyes turned into firmness!

She tremblingly took out a piece of paper from her bosom.

The paper had long been corroded by the power of time and was about to be weathered, but on it, there was a crooked "sword" word engraved, like a child's graffiti, which kept the small piece of paper from melting...

Holding this small piece of paper, feeling the traces of time on it, and the sharp edge of the sword energy, Zhao Lingxue didn't know why, she felt an inexplicable touch in her heart,

as if she felt the power from the ancestors!

In the gap when the sword energy was about to come and completely submerge her.

Zhao Lingxue took a deep breath, and suddenly she didn't know where the courage came from, but she shouted with all her strength:

"Unfilial descendant Zhao Lingxue, I beg the ancestor to return!!"

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ps: Thank you [Baby Miao] for the gift support! ! Thank you for the gift support from other book friends... I hope everyone will come to send gifts! ! Help Xiao Luo! !

Regarding Su Mo's reincarnation of his father, I will fill in this pit later! Good night everyone! Oh, by the way, is there any master who can play King of Glory who can help me? I have lost nine games in a row and it is too difficult o(╥﹏╥)o. I hope some master can come to dy to play with me... or urge me to update...