"No... don't step on it anymore, I... I said, I said, I'm willing to say anything."

Under Su Luo's terrifying means, the old monk's psychological defense finally collapsed completely and made a terrified begging for mercy.

He knew very well that Su Luo did not scare him at all. If he didn't say anything, all the bones in his body would be crushed.

He is afraid of death, and he doesn't want to die.

He has practiced to this point, and he has suffered so much pain or sin. If he dies like this, he will have nothing left.

"Willing to say it?"

The sneer on Su Luo's face became even thicker. He took out a pack of cigarette from his pocket, shook slightly, and a finger flicked, and a cigarette flew out, which was held in his mouth.

Lighter lights!

Su Luo took a breath slowly, his voice calmly: "I thought your bones were very hard and would hold them to the end! I didn't expect that you would be able to withstand it if you just slaughtered your hand. In fact, you can hold on for a while..."

Before Su Luo finished speaking, he was interrupted by the old monk and said, "What do you want to know? As long as you don't kill me, I can tell you anything."

"How did you find me? Did you say you've already set your sights on me?"

Su Luo asked his doubts as soon as possible.

"If I tell you, will you let me go?"

"You don't say you're going to die now."

Su Luo's eyes were like sharp blades, piercing the old monk's heart.

After seeing Su Luo's cold eyes, a hint of shock and anger flashed across the old monk's face. He had never been treated like this since he became a master of martial arts.

But under the eaves, people have to bow their heads.

He hesitated for a few seconds before speaking, "No, we didn't stare at you. It was just a coincidence that I found you. When I passed by Fulong Mountain, I found Lin Bubai's tombstone. By comparing the photos, I found that he was exactly the same as Bai Wuchang, the ninth heaven, who died three years ago at the hands of the Twelve Scared Lords, and the ninth heaven was Bai Wuchang."

"So, I sent someone to investigate and found that you worship him all year round. After comparison, I found that your acquaintance with the emperor of the Ninth Heaven, three years ago reached 90%.

"For more than three years, the Lord has been looking for your whereabouts. If I capture you, it will definitely be a great achievement. Maybe I will get the treasure rewarded by the Lord. I will further strengthen my strength. But after you left Zhonghai and went to Jiangcheng, I would just wait for you to appear at the intersection of the expressway. Once you appear, I will capture you."

"Catch me?"

Su Luo showed a sneer on his face: "It's up to you?"

If it were before, the old monk might have mocked Su Luo for not knowing that the world is high, but after seeing Su Luo's terrifying strength, the old monk knew that with him, if he wanted to capture Su Luo, he would be able to block the chariot with his own strength.

"Who is this master? Where is he? How do you usually contact me?" Su Luo asked again, his voice as if the endless cold wind blowing from the Nine Nether Purgatory, which made people creepy.

When the old monk heard Su Luo's words, his pupils shrank, and a strong look of fear flashed in his eyes. He subconsciously wanted to say no to refuse, and then he heard a voice that seemed to come from hell in his ears: "If you choose to refuse, this time I will destroy your dantian and make you unable to survive or die. You know my identity, and you should know what the four words "Yan Luo" mean."

A pale look flashed across the old monk's face. He was not afraid of death, but what he feared the most was that life was worse than death.

If his dantian is destroyed, he will be completely destroyed in this life. Even if Su Luo doesn't kill him today, he is afraid that his enemies will tear him to pieces.

Moreover, the title of Emperor Yan Luo not only represents strength, but also represents the unpredictable medical skills of gods and ghosts. It would be too easy to make him worse than death.

The old monk glanced at Su Luo from the corner of his eyes, was silent for a few seconds before speaking, "I don't know who the Lord is, nor have I ever seen him. I just heard that the Lord will wear a golden mask every time he appears."

"No one knows what his true identity is, even if he is a man or a woman, an old or a young man, the only thing he can know is that the Lord has a very big background. Whether he sees him in the ancient martial arts world or aristocratic families in the capital, he will respectfully call him the prince. Apart from these, I have no idea about the Lord's news."

The clue seems to be broken here?

Su Luo narrowed his eyes and looked at the old monk, thinking about how credible his words were.

After a long time, he asked again: "Who is the twelve panic you said? What is the reason for you to attack me?"

The old monk coughed twice, spitting out blood from his throat, and then said, "Twelve panic is the twelve masters under the name of the Lord. They are all top masters on the Yanhuang Grandmaster List, and their strength is very terrifying."

"Every time they make a move, they wear masks of the twelve zodiac signs to cover their faces. No one knows which one they are on the Yanhuang Grand Masters list, but the only thing that is certain is that their strength ranks at least one hundred in the Yanhuang Grand Masters list."

When Su Luo heard this, he frowned. It seemed that the so-called prince was much more terrifying than he had imagined.

Just the Twelve were panicked and could actually rank one hundred in the Yanhuang Grandmaster List, which shows how terrifying this force is.

You don’t even know if there are any other people above these twelve panic-like people.

But no matter how terrifying this power is, he will destroy the other party. He must avenge the revenge three years ago and make the other party pay the blood debt. Lin Bubai must not just die like this.

"What does it mean when you said I understood this treasure before?" Su Luo suppressed his murderous intent and continued to speak.

"Because this treasure contains a big secret."

Speaking of this, the old monk raised his head, looked at Su Luo, and said heavily: "I don't know what this secret is. I just occasionally eavesdropped on the twelve panic-like masters saying that they said that the treasure in your hand was a treasure passed down from ancient times, and contained endless magical powers."

"If anyone gets it and comprehends it, entering the realm of martial arts and divine enlightenment is just a slight effort, and he can even become the invincible strongest person in the world, unrivaled or unstoppable. They even said that there is also the secret of immortality in it."

"The secret of immortality!"

A light flashed in Su Luo's eyes. If it were the words that the old monk said to him before, he would have sneered, but after personally experiencing the horror of the little golden man, he knew that the old monk did not lie. The origin of the little golden man was definitely even more terrifying than he thought.

He didn't know if there was a secret of immortality among the Little Golden Man, but he knew that if he got the Little Golden Man, he could definitely become the strongest person invincible in the world.

This can be seen from the martial arts technique "Innate Divine Fire" given to him by Xiao Jinren. This is definitely not a martial art in the world, and he is even an imperial level or even a higher level martial art.
Chapter completed!