Chapter 892 A murder caused by a piece of information
Su Mu's nerves are strong enough.
But that doesn't mean he can accept it all at once.
What's the difference between this and Wanwan's sadistic drama?
Both the male and female trotters have arrived at the door of the bridal chamber, and it's about to happen.
Suddenly I discovered that they were actually siblings.
All right!
Let me eat my shit and calm down.
Looking at Zhuo Buli, Su Mu couldn't help but sigh and said:
"Brother Zhuo, master, how should I call you in the future? After all, according to what you said, you are still my two hundred and fifty gray grandson. Don't say that I deceived my master and destroyed my ancestors."
Zhuo Buli had a handsome face and suddenly froze.
After one hundred thousand years, the inheritance has been calculated in an orderly manner, and the difference of two to three hundred generations is really not an incomprehensible problem.
There are some things you can't say. Once you break it down, it won't end well.
In the past, if Su Mu dared to yell like this, Zhuo Xian would have pounced on him, punched and kicked him.
Now he wants to take action again, and that is to beat his ancestors.
Zhuo Buli stopped talking.
Su Mu had been secretly observing the master's expression. Seeing that he had no intention of taking action, he took a long breath and asked curiously:
"Master, what role do you, the inspector of the Hall of Heroes, play?"
Zhuo Buli smiled strangely:
"It's just an empty name. Haha, boy, do you think that if I break through to the divine realm, I can sweep across the world? I will lead you to show off my power? Let me tell you the truth, in the Blood Descendants Association, there are as many divine realms as dogs, and those in the nine innate realms
A master is just a slave."
Seeing Su Mu's face darken, he smiled softly again:
"But don't worry, there are restrictions in the Hall of Valor. Anyone who breaks through to the True God Realm cannot leave, and will be trapped in the Hall of Valor for the rest of his life."
Su Mu didn't bother to ask about the Hall of Heroes anymore, because someone would tell him without asking.
On the contrary, he has many questions about the realm of cultivation.
"It is said that ancient warriors are not human beings, so what are they above the divine realm? Are they really gods?"
Zhuo Buli chuckled:
"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 something, and that is truly a wise saying. Technology is the primary productive force. My dear, if today's cars, phones, airplanes, any of them were five hundred years ago, what would they be? That is
Do you understand the magical means?"
Su Mu curled his lips:
"I understand, it's nothing more than a generational difference in technology."
Then he looked at Zhuo Buli and asked the question he wanted to know most:
"Master, what is the use of a Heavenly Veiner?"
Zhuo Buli smiled.
He looked at Su Mu and joked:
"You don't think there is another interstellar empire waiting for you to inherit, do you?"
Su Mu's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly smiled awkwardly and shook his head:
"Brother Zhuo, isn't it good for you to do this? Am I such a superficial person?"
Zhuo Buli deeply agrees:
"Who are you."
Su Mu felt ashamed of having his thoughts revealed, and said angrily:
"Even if I am, you taught me."
Zhuo Buli suddenly sighed softly, then stood up from the futon, walked to Su Mu, reached out and patted him on the shoulder gently, and said:
"My good disciple, put away your curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat. All I can say is that the Feng Royal Family's empire has been destroyed long ago. You, a fake Tianmai practitioner, can only use it to...
Take control of the Ark No. 1 where the refugees fled, which is the Hall of Valor. If you want, you can become the master of the Hall of Valor. This should be your lifelong pursuit."
A smile appeared on the corner of Zhuo Buli's mouth unconsciously, with deep malice no matter how he looked at it:
"It's just that the Hall of Valor is now controlled by the temple, and the temple is controlled by the Blood Society, and the power of the temple is divided up by the four major clans. Under the four major clans... Haha, even if you unify the superpowers of the East and the West, this power,
Probably equivalent to...well, one of the seventy-two noble families that are the weakest in the Hall of Heroes."
Su Mu trembled all over.
He gritted his teeth and glared at Zhuo Buli, and finally could only roll his eyes.
What could he say?
I can't say it.
According to Brother Zhuo, there are as many divine realms as dogs in the Hall of Heroes, and the Nine Innate Realms are all over the place. He is only in the Sixth Innate Realm now. Although he is capable of fighting against the Nine Innate Realms, he will not be able to meet the peak of the Innate Dzogchen.
, still only the Thirty-six Strategies are the best.
Yang Wenhe could only use medicine to make him miserable, so he could only use the dirty trick of pinching his balls in three ways.
Obviously it can't be done.
Besides, what's the point of inheriting the bullshit Hall of Valor?
It's just a broken escape spaceship.
By the way, where is that thing?
When Zhuo Buli saw his eyes roll, he understood what he wanted to ask.
After all, he was his own disciple who brought him shit and piss. Although this little brat had been naughty since he was young, Zhuo Xian could tell what his shit tasted like when he saw him sticking his butt out.
Ah bah.
color.
"You can think of the Hall of Valor as a space station that can be permanently suspended in space. As for where it is, it's useless for me to tell you, because there is no space shuttle that can be restarted when the Tianxing sect leader escaped.
energy."
In Su Mu's mind, he suddenly remembered the source liquid that Fatty left in his storage container.
Soul energy.
Is there anything else you don’t know about Tianxing Sect?
No.
The entire Tianxing Sect was as familiar to him as the texture on his own hands.
So where is this space shuttle?
The name sounds very noble.
That thing must be a powerful tool for showing off.
Seeing the way Su Mu's eyes were moving rapidly, Zhuo Buli understood what his precious apprentice was planning, and couldn't help but smile and shake his head:
"Little bastard, put your thoughts aside. Even if you get the space shuttle, even if you can drive it to the Hall of Valor, with your strength, I guarantee you will be sliced into pieces immediately."
"Hehehe, it's like Zhu Bajie ran away ten thousand years ago, and now Tang Monk is here. If the demons and monsters in the temple don't drain your bone marrow, I'm going to fart."
"That's not right. You will probably become a tadpole-making machine. You know the bulls in the beef cattle breeding farm, right? They are the kind of breeding cattle that are imprisoned on the shelf every day, unable to move, and letting anyone take the tadpoles."
Su Mu felt so cold that he almost didn't want to vomit.
Nima.
That picture...!
It hurts the eyes.
"Brother Zhuo, one last question."
Su Mu immediately gave up some thoughts.
Before you are not strong enough, it is best to hold on tight and stop wandering.
"What does the Hall of Heroes look like? How big is it? How many people can live there?"
Zhuo Buli's cheeks trembled obviously.
He looked at Su Mu with a half-smile:
"Are you sure you want to know this?"
Su Mu suddenly had a bad feeling:
"Huh? Brother Zhuo, what's in your eyes?"
Zhuo Buli waved:
"Come over here."
Su Mu tilted his head and Zhuo Buli whispered a few words to his ear.
Su Mu's whole body suddenly stiffened, and his hairs suddenly stood up.
He stared at Zhuo Buli, gritted his teeth and stared, saying word by word:
"Old man, are you talking nonsense?"
Zhuo Buli looked at Su Mu, his eyes finally becoming solemn: