Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Montenegro, a hundred miles away.

Su Mo rode on the Green Dragon Horse and led five thousand mounted Demon-Suppressing Guards, heading towards Black Mountain in a mighty force.

Suddenly, Su Mo raised the corner of his mouth and looked meaningfully at the Black Mountain a hundred miles away.

Unexpectedly, this group of Black Mountain bandits are the real scoundrels, hiding even deeper than the Bi Hai Sect.

In addition to the three heads of the sixth-grade cultivation level mentioned by Xue Gang before, there are also two seventh-grade junior masters hidden in the Black Mountain Village. One of them is a seventh-grade great junior master like Zhang Bai.

"Fortunately, I came here in person. Otherwise, if Zhang Bai relied on himself, I'm afraid he would suffer a great loss at the hands of the Black Mountain bandits again!"

......

Black Mountain Village, Juyi Hall.

Liu Heihu, the leader of the Black Mountain tribe, who was wearing a tiger-patterned robe and had a burly figure and was nearly nine feet tall, sat majestically on a throne covered with tiger skin, holding a pretty girl in her twenties in his arms.

On his left and right sides sat his two sworn brothers, the second in command Sun Gan and the third in command Hou Hu. Like Liu Heihu, Sun Gan also had a beauty sitting in his arms.

Below the three of them, on both sides, there were dozens of people sitting, all of them had a strong aura and were at least fourth-grade warriors. These were the leaders of the Black Mountain Clan.

"Brothers, let's toast to the Second in Command again. Second in Command, you did a great job on this vote."

Liu Heihu looked excited. The three brothers had been doing no-cost business in Black Mountain for so many years and had encountered many fat sheep, but this was the first time they had encountered such a big fat sheep. Last night, thousands of his men were busy for several hours before they could put all the things into the warehouse.

at this time......

A member of the Black Mountain tribe broke into the Juyi Hall and reported, "Report! Boss, something terrible has happened. A large number of Demon Suppression Guards have appeared at the foot of the mountain."

"It seems that the people from the Demon Suppression Bureau of Qinghe County are here." The three Liu Heihu brothers looked at each other, but they were not too panicked. After intercepting this batch of treasures yesterday, they had thought that this day would come.

Even though Su Mo, the red-robed demon-suppressing envoy of the Demon Suppression Bureau of Qinghe County, was very powerful and controlled almost all of the demon-suppressing guards in Qingyang County, and he had a seventh-rank junior master protecting him, but since they dared to rob his subordinates, they must have something he relied on.

"Third brother, you go to the back mountain and ask the two elders for help. Everyone else, gather your men and follow me to meet Su Mo."

"Yes, the boss!"

......

After a cup of tea time.

The two Liu Heihu brothers led thousands of elite Black Mountain bandits and blocked Su Mo and his 5,000 Demon-Suppressing Guards at the foot of Black Mountain.

At this moment, beside Liu Heihu and his two brothers, there were two more mysterious men whose entire bodies were covered in black robes, with only a pair of eyes exposed.

"drive!"

Liu Heihu squeezed his legs together and the golden-eyed black tiger, a fifth-grade demon beast under his crotch, stepped out from the crowd and sneered, "Su Mo, you dare to attack my Black Mountain with such a small group of people. Aren't you afraid that you can't get out of my Black Mountain territory?"

Do you really think that with a seventh-rank junior master backing you up, you can do whatever you want and ignore anyone?

It would have been fine if there wasn't a single sixth-rank warrior, but there was only one sick fifth-rank warrior.

Damn it, how much does he look down on the Black Mountain Clan? Does he really think that Liu Heihu is a sick cat who can be manipulated at will?

"Master Zhang, take action!"

Su Mo waved his hand and gave the order directly. He had no intention of talking to Liu Heihu. What could there be to talk to a group of dying people?

"Yes, son!"

After Zhang Bai agreed, he jumped into the air and pounced on Liu Heihu.

"Young man, prepare to die! Thunder!"

"Oh no, Mr. Qin, save me!" Liu Heihu's face suddenly changed and he only had time to shout.

"Whoosh..."

One of the two mysterious men in black robes took a step forward and appeared in front of Liu Heihu, blocking Zhang Bai's fatal finger with a sword.

Su Mo did not deal with these two seventh-grade junior masters in the same way as he did with the Vajra Temple. He just went ahead and killed them without anyone noticing.

There are still five days until the Qingluan Secret Realm opens. It is time for him to show off a little bit of his strength, so as not to suddenly improve his cultivation and cause unnecessary trouble.

And these two seventh-rank junior masters were the stepping stones he chose.

“Thunder Finger Zhang Bai, what’s the big deal about bullying a junior? If you have the guts, fight me.” A hoarse voice came from the mysterious man in black robe.

"Sunset Sword Light!"

"You coward, you think I'm afraid of you? Come and die! Thunder Wrath!"

"boom......"

Two figures, one blue and one black, collided quickly in the void. In just a few breaths, the two men had exchanged hundreds of moves.

......

"Not good, Old Qin is no match for Zhang Bai." Liu Heihu frowned. Although they were both seventh-grade great masters, there were still differences in their strengths. With the help of the Linghuizi bestowed by Su Mo and an eight-hundred-year-old medicine, his cultivation had improved a lot in the past few days. Some of his blood had been converted into real blood. He was only one step away from becoming a seventh-grade perfect master. The man in black had only converted more than eight layers of real blood. There was still a big gap in strength between the two. After fighting for less than a thousand rounds, he gradually fell into a disadvantage.

"Please help, Mr. Wei."

"Ok!"

The black-robed man surnamed Wei nodded, moved, and slapped out with his palm, but he did not attack Zhang Bai, but rushed towards Su Mo.

In the air, Old Qin, who was being beaten by Zhang Bai, was delighted. As long as Zhang Bai was distracted, it would be the chance for him to counterattack.

However, what surprised him was that Zhang Bai seemed to have not seen the palm at all and had no intention of rescuing him at all.

"Damn it, how could this happen? Isn't this old guy Su Mo's protector? Isn't he afraid that something bad might happen to Su Mo?"

at this time......

Su Mo drew out the Demon-Suppressing Sword in his hand, and a terrifying sword force rose from Su Mo's body, as if a demon commander had awakened from his deep sleep.

This caused Old Wei's attack to stagnate, and a sense of extreme danger swept over his body, as if a disaster would befall him in the next second.

"Qianlang, kill!"

With the cultivation level of sixth rank minor success, coupled with the great success Thousand Waves Demon-Slaying Sword, the horror of this sword is not much different from the full-strength attack of a seventh rank perfect junior grandmaster.

"not good......"

Old Wei's pupils shrank, and his eyes were filled with despair. He could not dodge or block the knife.

“No…Brother Qin, save me!”

However, Old Qin, who was being beaten by Zhang Bai, had no ability or energy to save him.

With a "puff", the knife passed and the man was split into two. Old Wei was cut into two, and blood and internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

"No...how could this happen?"

Old Qin's eyes widened in disbelief. With only the sixth-grade minor success cultivation, he actually killed Wei Hong, a seventh-grade minor success junior grandmaster, with just one sword. This was a huge leap forward.

And wasn't Su Mo only at the fourth level of minor success? After just a few days, he had already reached the sixth level of minor success?

On the other side, Zhang Bai was not much better off. He thought that it would be Senior Chen hiding in the dark who would take action, but he never expected that it was Su Mo who personally killed the seventh-grade minor grandmaster.

The knife was so terrifying that even he felt a palpitation.

How long has it been since then, and Young Master Su has actually surpassed him, a seventh-grade great master?

Is the ninth-grade root bone really that terrifying?

Or is it that Young Master Su does not have a ninth-grade root bone, but possesses the legendary precious bone?

"Star Flash!"

With a move of the Great Accomplishment Realm Star-Shining Air Step, Su Mo's body was like a meteor, crossing a distance of a hundred feet and appeared above Mr. Qin.

"Die! Qianlang! Kill!"

"not good......"

Old Qin's heart trembled, and he finally came to his senses. Everything was real, and it was not just his hallucination.

The horror of this sword made him feel as if he was facing a seventh-grade perfect junior master.

This monster has at least mastered an eighth-grade sword technique to perfection.

"Roar! Block it for me!"

With a loud shout, Old Qin didn't care about any side effects and risked damaging his meridians to unleash his strongest attack, barely blocking Su Mo's fatal blow. Before he could catch his breath, Zhang Bai attacked with another finger.

"How could I forget about this old thing?"

Mr. Qin's pupils shrank, and a breath of death lingered in his heart.

At this moment, he no longer had the strength to resist this fatal finger.

"Zhang Bai, stop, I am the deacon of the Black Heaven Sect..."