Chapter 690 You Turn Into Ashes, I Know It

If the big seal that Su Zimo's palm transformed into, if it continues to fall, the gray-robed cultivator will not be injured, and the iron ruler in this person's hand will surely smash his wrist first.

Su Zimo snorted coldly, the light in his eyes was bright, and he instantly changed his move, turning his fist into a palm, spreading his five fingers, and directly grabbed the iron ruler of the gray-robed monk.

The gray-robed man also knew that this iron ruler, if it fell into Su Zimo's palm, would definitely be taken away by him.

Swish!

The gray-robed man stopped immediately and stepped back.

Su Zimo had long expected that after grabbing an empty space, he stepped forward and punched the face with his backhand!

The other hand of the gray-robed cultivator pinched his spiritual sense, and quickly formed a huge chessboard in the middle of his palm, blocking it in front of him.

This spiritual technique is extremely domineering, and the moment the chessboard emerges, it almost absorbs the surrounding spiritual energy!

boom!

Su Zimo's fist slammed heavily on the chessboard, and there was an earth-shattering loud noise!

Click!

The chessboard is broken.

The gray-robed man stepped back a few steps, but was not injured.

There are very few monks who can resist Su Zimo's full blow head-on!

The gray-robed cultivator shook his numb arm and looked up at Su Zimo, his expression suddenly changed, and he exclaimed, "Is it you?"

Su Zimo did not move, did not pursue, his eyes were like torches, staring at the gray-robed cultivator opposite.

This gray-robed cultivator was slightly chubby and had an ordinary appearance. He was holding a ruler in his hand, and he didn't have any sect tokens or tokens on his body.

Su Zimo raised his eyebrows slightly, narrowed his eyes, and asked, "Do you know me?"

"Humph!"

The gray-robed man avoided Su Zimo's gaze and just snorted.

Footsteps sounded.

The monkeys and the others had already rushed up and surrounded the gray-robed cultivator, each with a bad face and a fierce look in his eyes.

The little fat man rushed over, aggressive.

After seeing the gray-robed man, the little fat man was stunned for a moment, with a suspicious look on his face, he couldn't help asking, "Who are you?"

"Ka?"

Linghu was even more confused and asked, "This person is not your senior brother, the one called Leng Ming?"

"no."

The fat man shook his head.

The golden lion asked: "It's not your brother, how did he get in? Can this person avoid the ancient cold shark, the bloodthirsty silver fish, crack the nine palace map, choose all the channels correctly, and get here?"

The little fat man was also confused.

The monkey waved his hand and said casually: "Whoever he is, just kill him, how can there be so many problems!"

The gray-robed monk was startled.

"Don't do it yet."

The little fat man blocked the monkey, looked up and down at the gray-robed cultivator, stared with small eyes, and asked in a bad tone, "Can you crack that Jiugong map?"

"Such a simple thing, I can crack it at the age of eight." The gray-robed monk pouted, rather disdainfully.

"Yo!"

Linghu sneered and scolded: "You are a dying person, how can you be more arrogant than Lord Tiger!"

The little fat man was angry, but he didn't know how to refute it.

After all, this person came in one step ahead of him.

The little fat man gritted his teeth and asked angrily, "How did you find this place?"

"Xingdou Longxiaoxue? These little tricks can't be concealed from me." The gray-robed cultivator said calmly.

The little fat man suppressed the anger in his heart, panted heavily, and asked again: "The original tomb, only people from my tomb can pass through. How did you get there?"

"Of course I walked past."

The gray-robed cultivator's eyes were full of ridicule, and he said with a smile: "You wouldn't be so stupid to disturb the four coffins in the corner, right?"

"Nima..."

The little fat man's lungs are about to explode!

He asked a lot of questions, but he didn't actually ask anything.

The origin of the gray-robed monk is still unknown.

How this person got in is also ambiguous.

Su Zimo patted the little fat man on the shoulder and motioned him to step back, then looked at the gray-robed cultivator not far away, and asked again, "Do you know me?"

The gray-robed cultivator rolled his eyes, smacked his lips, and said, "Who doesn't know Su Zimo, the famous evildoer of Divine Phoenix Island, who killed the ancient battlefield Liuli Palace, and the twin vision?"

"Oh."

Su Zimo put away his smile, his expression became cold, and he said lightly, "You know so much, so I can't let you go."

"Eh!"

When the gray-robed cultivator heard this, he became anxious and said, "We don't have a deep hatred for what you said. I just entered this place by mistake. I haven't touched anything in this tomb, so why should I kill them all?"

This main tomb is huge, like a huge palace!

There are a lot of things placed in the palace, neat and dusty, and it seems that there is no trace of movement.

The little fat man hesitated.

Just because this person broke into the tomb and killed him, he really couldn't do anything.

Su Zimo's face was expressionless, with murderous intent in his eyes, and he said coldly, "There's no way, who let you know so much, I can only kill you!"

"I'm..."

The gray-robed monk almost yelled.

Seeing the look of the gray-robed cultivator in despair, Su Zimo was in a good mood and greeted with a smile, saying, "Lin Xuanji, stay safe!"

"Ka?"

Monkey and others were already ready to start, but when they heard this sentence, they were all stunned.

The gray-robed cultivator flashed a panic in the depths of his eyes, looked around, looked confused, and pretended to ask, "Who is the Daoist talking to?"

Su Zimo sneered: "Lin Xuanji, stop pretending!"

The gray-robed cultivator's face turned blue for a while, then white for a while. After a while, he stretched out his palm and wiped it on his face, taking off a mask as thin as a cicada's wings.

This person has a white face, no beard, and a sane look. It is the Lin Xuanji that Su Zimo met in the Valley of Dragon Skeletons!

Lin Xuanji stared at Su Zimo and said fiercely, "Damn, can you recognize me when I become like this?"

Su Zimo smiled slightly and said, "I recognize you even if you turned into ashes!"

In fact, as early as when he entered the tomb, a thought flashed in Su Zimo's mind.

It's just that he didn't continue to think deeply.

To be able to hide from the perception of the ancient cold sharks and bloodthirsty silver fish, and enter this tomb without knowing it, Lin Xuanji has such a skill!

At the beginning, in the wild jungle outside the Valley of Dragon Skeletons, countless monks were buried in it.

But Lin Xuanji was safe and sound.

The many beasts seemed to be unable to see him.

This person's methods and origins are extremely mysterious, and Su Zimo originally knew nothing about it.

Later, after knowing the many super sects on the Desolate Continent, Su Zimo realized that this person is most likely from the most mysterious force on the Desolate Continent - Xuanji Palace!

At the moment when he fought against Lin Xuanji just now, Su Zimo's heart was really sure of his identity.

Back then, in the Valley of Dragon Skeletons, there was a brief fight between the two. Lin Xuanji held a folding fan and easily broke his blood ape seal.

This kind of cracking method is exactly the same as the scene just now!

Su Zimo's eyes flashed a sneer, and sneered: "You are really promising, the descendant of Xuanji Palace, actually came to rob someone else's tomb."

"Cha, if it wasn't for you, who would recognize me."

Lin Xuanji looked resentful.

He came this time, but he was fully prepared.

Not only did he wear a mask that could change his face, but he also deliberately hid his own folding fan, and replaced an iron ruler in his hand.

Unexpectedly, I bumped into Su Zimo and was recognized directly.