Su Mu's nerves are strong enough.

But it doesn't mean he can accept everything at once.

What is the difference between this and Wanwan heart-wrenching drama?

The men and women all reached the door of the bridal chamber and they were about to have that.

Suddenly I found out that it was a sibling.

All right!

Let me eat my mouth and calm down.

Looking at Zhuo Buli, Su Mu couldn't help but sigh and said:

"Brother Zhuo, Master, then what should I call you in the future? After all, according to what you said, you are still my 25-year-old grandson. Don't say that I bully my master and destroy my ancestors."

Zhuo Buli's face suddenly froze.

After 100,000 years of inheritance, it is not an incomprehensible problem to calculate the orderly inheritance, which is two or three hundred generations apart.

Some things cannot be said, but after they are said, it will be difficult to end.

If it were before, if Su Mu dared to show off like this, Zhuo Xian would have pounced on him and punched him.

Now he wants to do something again, that is to hit his ancestors.

Zhuo Buli stopped talking.

Su Mu had been observing the master's expression secretly. Seeing that he had no intention of taking action, he let out a long sigh and asked curiously:

"Master, what is your role as the supervisor of the Heroic Hall?"

Zhuo Buli's weird smile:

"It's just a name, haha, boy, do you think that if I break through the divine realm, I can sweep the world? I will show you your power? Let me tell you the truth. Bloodborne will have many divine realms as many as dogs. Masters of the Nine Realms in the Innate Realm are just slaves and servants."

Seeing Su Mu's face turned dark, he smiled softly:

"But don't worry, there is a ban on the Temple of Heroes. Anyone who breaks through to the True God Realm cannot leave. He can only be trapped in the Temple of Heroes for life."

Su Mu was too lazy to ask about the Heroic Palace again, because no matter what he asked, someone would tell him.

On the contrary, he has many problems with the realm of cultivation.

"It is said that ancient martial artists are not humans, so what is it above the divine realm? Are they really a god?"

Zhuo Buli smiled:

"The bullshit gods are nothing more than powerful individuals."

Zhuo Buli looked at Su Mu strangely, and then said slowly:

"The second generation of great men once said a saying, that is the true truth and truth, technology is the primary productive force. Good disciple, nowadays, cars, phones, planes, whatever is it, five hundred years ago? That is the method of immortals, do you understand?"

Su Mu curled his lips:

"I understand that it's nothing more than a generational difference in technology."

Then he looked at Zhuo Buli and asked the question he wanted to know the most:

"Master, what's the use of Tianmai?"

Zhuo Buli smiled.

He looked at Su Mu and joked:

"You don't think there is another interstellar empire waiting for you to inherit, right?"

Su Mu's heart thumped, and he quickly smiled awkwardly, and shook his head:

"Brother Zhuo, it's not good for you to do this. Am I such a superficial person?"

Zhuo Buli deeply agrees:

"Who are you."

Su Mu felt embarrassed and angry that someone had revealed his thoughts and said furiously:

"Even if I am, you taught me."

Zhuo Buli suddenly sighed softly, then got up from the cushion, walked to Su Mu, reached out to his shoulder, patted him lightly and heavily, and said:

"Good disciple, please put away your curiosity. Curiosity kills the cat. I can only say that the empire of the Feng royal family has long been destroyed. The only function of you, a fake Heavenly Veiner, is probably to be able to control the Ark No. 1 that fled, which is the Hall of Heroes. If you want, you can become the lord of the Hall of Heroes, which should be your lifelong pursuit."

Zhuo Buli's mouth unconsciously smiled again, and no matter how he looked, he was deeply malicious:

"But now the Temple of Heroes is controlled by the Temple, and the Temple is controlled by the Blood Seeds. The power of the Temple is divided by the four major clans, and the four major clans are below... Haha, even if you unify the super forces of the East and the West, this power is probably equivalent to... Well, one of the weakest seventy-two noble families in the Temple of Heroes."

Su Mu shivered all over.

He gritted his teeth and stared at Zhuo Buli, and finally he could only roll his eyes.

What can he say?

I can't say it.

According to Brother Zhuo, there are many divine realms in the Hall of Heroes, and the Nine Innate Realms are all around the ground. He is only in the Six Innate Realms. Although he also has the power to fight against the Nine Innate Realms, he can still only have thirty-six strategies to move forward when encountering the peak power of the Great Perfection of Innate Realms.

Yang Wenhe could make him feel embarrassed after taking medicine, and he could only use the trick of pinching balls in the next three ways.

Obviously not to be able to handle it.

Besides, what should I do to inherit the shitty Valhalla?

That's just a breaking escape spacecraft.

By the way, where is the play?

When Zhuo Buli saw his eyes rolling, he understood what he wanted to ask.

After all, it was his own disciple who brought him shit and urine. Although this little bastard has been naughty since he was a child, Zhuo Xian could know what the shit he was pulling when he saw him sticking out his butt.

Ahhhh.

color.

"You can regard the Temple of Heroes as a space station that can be suspended forever in space. As for where it is, it is useless to tell you, because the cosmic shuttle that generation of the Tianxing Sect masters escaped, there was no energy to activate again."

In Su Mu's mind, he suddenly remembered the source fluid that Fatty left in his storage device.

Soul energy.

Is there any place in the Tianxing Sect that I don’t know?

No.

He was familiar with the entire Tianxing School as the texture on his hands.

So where is this cosmic shuttle?

This name is very high-end.

That thing must be a powerful tool for pretending.

Seeing Su Mu's eyes rolling rapidly, Zhuo Buli understood what his precious apprentice was thinking, and he couldn't help but laugh and shook his head:

"Little bastard, put away your thoughts. Even if you get the Universe Shuttle, even if you can drive it to find the Temple of Valhalla, with your strength, I promise that you will be sliced ​​immediately if you go."

"Hehehe, it means that Zhu Bajie ran away ten thousand years ago, and now he sent a monk Tang. If the demons and ghosts in the temple don't squeeze your bone marrow dry, I'm fartful."

"Not right, maybe you will become a tadpole making machine, you know the bulls in the beef cattle breeding farm? They are the kind of breeding cattle that are locked on the rack every day, unable to move, and let others pick up tadpoles."

Su Mu felt chill all over and was so hungry that he didn't vomit anymore.

Damn.

That picture...!

It's so eye-catching.

"Brother Zhuo, the last question."

Su Mu immediately gave up some idea.

Before you have insufficient strength, it is best to keep calm and not to rush.

"What does the Temple of Valhalla look like? How big is it? How many people can it live?"

Zhuo Buli's cheeks were obviously shaking hard.

He looked at Su Mu with a smile:

"Are you sure you want to know this?"

Su Mu suddenly felt a bad feeling:

"My brother Zhuo, what are your eyes?"

Zhuo Buli waved:

"Come here."

Su Mu leaned his ear and leaned his head, Zhuo Buli said a few words gently next to his ear.

Su Mu's whole body suddenly became stiff, and his hair suddenly stood up.

He stared at Zhuo Buli, gritted his teeth and stared at him, and said word by word:

"Old guy, are you talking nonsense?"

Zhuo Buli looked at Su Mu, and his eyes finally became solemn:
Chapter completed!