The mummy tried to fight back with its intact legs, but as soon as it lifted up, Su Zimu knocked him down with a stick. He fell to the ground and slid for more than ten meters, hitting a wall before stopping.
This time, Su Zimu didn't give it a chance to stand up again. He rushed over and stamped on the chest of the mummy, causing it to bend into a crotch.
Su Zimu raised his short stick and smashed it randomly. The mummy not only raised its arms, but also put its legs on its head. The whole person formed a ball, protecting its head while also clamping Su
The calf of the sub-curtain.
The Su University anchor acted like a crazy butcher. Regardless of his frantic output, the sound of cracking bones could not be heard. Within a moment, all the limbs of the mummy were broken into several sections, even the severed arm.
The big head was exposed in front of Su Zimu, but he felt that the true energy in his body began to fade.
Although the mummy has been maimed, once it is restored to its original form, it is hard to say who will win!
Success or failure depended on this. Su Zimu raised the short stick high and used all his strength to bring it down hard.
boom--
The mummy's head was torn apart, and its arms and legs that had been waving just now lost control and froze in mid-air.
After finally defeating his opponent, the powerful true energy that filled Su Zimu's body quietly dissipated at this moment.
He suddenly felt exhausted like never before. He sat down on the ground, breathing heavily, and then laughed like a fool, as if he was crazy.
Mo Wen and Wu Ren swallowed in unison, their eyes moving back and forth between the mummy and Su Zimu, their expressions stupid.
After the fierce battle, the stone room was in a mess. There were more than a dozen people there when they came, but now they were either dead, wounded or missing, and only three were left alive.
After a while, Su Zimu took a deep breath and stood up with a short stick, feeling happier than ever before.
Mo Wen and Wu Ren, who also survived, were stunned at this moment, with a row of neat question marks popping up on their heads: After taking so many magic pills, this kid can still stand up?
Mo Wen forced himself to sit up and moved his body to lean against the wall: "Su, Brother Su, are you okay?"
Su Zimu was in a good mood now and replied cheerfully: "Of course it's okay. Do you think I'm okay?"
After all, we shared the same hatred and fought for our lives with the mummies. The host of Su Da was magnanimous, and the little quarrels we had before were over.
Mo Wen and Wu Ren's faces twitched, it was just fine that something was wrong!
"How can you still stand up?" Wu Ren couldn't help but said.
Su Zimu was confused: "Is it abnormal to be able to stand up?"
"Is the meridians okay?" Mo Wen asked again.
"It's okay!" Su Zimu spread his hands, looking innocent, "There's nothing wrong with you two, right?"
"That's the Heavenly Demon Pill!" Mo Wen's voice changed, "Do you understand the Heavenly Demon Pill?"
"You know, a pill that stimulates potential, right?" Su Zimu said.
"Yes, that's not right either." Mo Wen covered his chest and looked in pain, "This is the medicine of tiger and wolf. After swallowing it, the real energy will increase sharply, but at the cost of depleting the potential vitality. It can take as little as half a day or as long as three days.
, there is no doubt that he will die.”
Seeing that he didn't look like bullshit, Su Zimu was stunned: "No way?"
He did have some negative speculations about the Heavenly Demon Pill, but even after taking a few pills, he didn't feel anything special. He just thought that the side effects of this thing were no big deal.
It was only then that I suddenly realized that Mo Wen and Wu Ren fell to the ground not because of injuries, but because of the side effects of the Heavenly Demon Pill.
Mo and Wu looked at each other, with a hint of hope in their dead eyes.
Mo asked: "Brother Su, my second brother and I swallowed the Heavenly Demon Pill. At this moment, the Dantian is shattered and all the veins are gone. We are just trash waiting to die. But you have swallowed several pills without any abnormality. There must be something extraordinary."
What a chance!"
At this point, he suddenly got stuck, feeling a little sad and sour in his heart involuntarily.
Comparing people with others means you have to die, and comparing goods with others means you have to throw away things. Why do such opportunities belong to others?
The sky has no eyes!
When Su Zimu heard what he said, he felt a little worried in his heart. He quickly controlled the true energy to travel around the sky. No matter the Dantian or the meridians, there was no problem. Even the true energy was no different from usual.
It was as if the person who had just swallowed the tiger-wolf medicine and fought with the mummy was not him at all.
It seems that there are really no side effects!
No, it's not that there are no side effects, but the meridians of these two people are too fragile, and he is a whole-body strengthening exercise. In terms of the toughness of the Dantian meridians, they are not at the same level.
It's like putting a balloon on a faucet. It can easily burst due to water pressure, but what about replacing it with a real water pipe?
The gap between Su Zimu and others may not be that big, but his meridians are much tougher, so he can even swallow the Demonic Pill without any incident!
He immediately picked up the porcelain bottle and shook it. There seemed to be a few more pills in it, and he immediately put them away with satisfaction.
From now on, this thing will be his life-saving trump card!
Wu Ren saw this scene in his eyes, and his thoughts in his heart were extremely complicated.
Mo asked: "Fellow Taoist Su, I don't have much time left here, so I have a heartless request. I hope you will grant it."
Su Zimu sighed, he really couldn't bear to refuse a dying person: "Go ahead, I'll try my best."
Mo Wen immediately took out a bunch of messy stuff from his Qiankun bag: "This is some of the belongings I have saved over the years. If it is convenient, please ask fellow Taoist friends to help me send it to Qingyun Mountain in Yuzhou, and give the things to my daughter, and the spirit stone will be
As reward for you."
At this point, his gloomy face suddenly revealed a strange light: "My daughter's name is Zhuang Qiuyi, and she is an outer disciple of the Qingyun Sect."
Su Zimu asked curiously: "Aren't you afraid that I will take it for you?"
Although he lacked common sense, he could still see that these things had a spiritual light and must have extraordinary origins.
Mo Wen smiled bitterly: "Does Zhuang still have a choice?"
Su Zimu didn't know how to describe his mood. It was probably the sorrow of a rabbit and a fox: "Okay, I agree."
After that, he put away the spirit stones and put the remaining things back into Mo Wen's Qiankun bag and put them directly into his arms.
"What about you?" Su Zimu asked Wu Ren.
One sheep is driven, two sheep are herded.
Wu Ren directly handed over the Qiankun Bag: "Wu has no children and a few foreign things. If fellow Taoist friends like them, just accept them. If you don't like them, just give them to Qiu Yi's niece."
Su Zimu sighed: "You tell me, what are you planning?"
Mo Wen asked: "My little girl is not very qualified, but she is much better than Mo. At least she can join a serious sect. As an incompetent father, I can only use some inferior means to get some training resources for him."
Hearing that he called himself Mo, but had a daughter named Zhuang, Su Zimu suddenly remembered a sentence: After wearing the mask for a long time, has it really become your face?
Seeing Mo Wen's expectant and anxious expression, he suddenly thought of those old fathers in his previous life whose children were admitted to first-class universities but could not provide for them.
Although they are in different worlds, no matter which world they are in, the dedication of parents to their children is the same.