Swish!
A figure flashed, and Su Mo's figure appeared in the third floor of space.
This space is even more vast, and it can't be seen at first sight, as if it is a small plane world.
However, the slightly void space seems less real.
In this space, Wu Ling's projection was still waiting, standing in the sky, his eyes closed.
Whoosh!
Su Mofei stood in front of him, a hundred miles apart from the other party.
"You are very good to be able to reach the third level!" Wu Ling's projection opened his eyes, stared at Su Mo, and said lightly.
Su Mo ignored the other party, a projection without much consciousness, there was no need to pay attention to it.
The magic power surged and the demonic energy rolled. He stood in a black fog, as if he had turned into a demon.
"Your magic skills are not simple, I think you should be the top-level! " Wu Ling's projection face became slightly solemn, and he spoke again.
"Hmm?" Su Mo was stunned when he heard this, then carefully looked at the projection opposite, with a look of surprise and suspicion. He found that the projection was obviously different from the previous one.
Although this projection is still at the third level of the Martial Emperor realm, it is full of spirituality and has a high sense of autonomy, and is no longer a simple projection.
"It seems that you are not simple either!" Su Mo's smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His magic skills were as high as the top level of holy level, but his cultivation level was too low, and he was at the first level.
"If you want to defeat me, just show your strength!" Wu Ling's projection said lightly, and the momentum on his body immediately exploded.
A huge, majestic aura soared into the sky, stirring up the space and threatening to the eight wildernesses.
"It's just 70% of his strength!" Su Mo's face was calm, without any fear. Even the projection of 50% of his strength could not take his full force. How strong could it be!
Even if the other party has a high sense of autonomy, its strength is ultimately the root.
"defeat!"
At this moment, Wu Ling's projection took the lead, and his figure soared into the sky, looked down from a high position, and killed him with one palm.
In an instant, a huge mysterious palm print fell from the sky and smashed it down at Su Mo.
The palm print is as big as a palace, lifelike, and the patterns on it are clearly visible. The surging palm force is like an erupting volcano, surging and majestic.
"Let me take you and try the power of the Huntian Demon Realm!" Su Mo chuckled, and instead of retreating, he went straight to meet the giant palm.
At the same time, Su Mo immediately used the Huntian Demon Realm, and the rolling demonic energy surged out of his body, like a terrifying wave, sweeping across all directions.
The endless demonic energy formed a field and turned into a dark independent world.
boom!
The huge palm seal suppressed it and directly rushed into the Huntian Demon Realm, attacking Su Mo fiercely.
"Destroy!" Su Mo was in the Huntian Demon Realm, shouted lightly, and slashed forward with a sword.
A shocking black sword energy surged into the sky, wrapping up the boundless sharp edge and hitting the huge palm print.
In the Huntian Demon Realm, an invisible aura was blessed by Su Mo's attack, doubled his attack power.
In the next breath, the sword energy slashed heavily on the huge palm print.
boom!
Rumble!
There were loud noises, roars shook the sky, the giant palm was shattered, and the sword energy was also collapsed.
Su Mo kept rushing towards Wu Ling's projection, and the magic power on his body became even larger, with a huge swell of demonic energy, and the Huntian Demon Realm expanded rapidly.
Wu Ling's face changed slightly, and his figure immediately retreated rapidly. He knew that it would be extremely bad if he fell into this extremely evil realm.
However, Su Mo's speed is not slower than him, and coupled with the expansion speed of the Huntian Demon Realm, Wu Ling's projection cannot escape at all.
Almost instantly, Wu Ling's projection was shrouded into the Huntian Demon Realm.
In the Miantian Demon Realm, it seems to be a world of its own, a place of evil demons with dark sunshine and a circling demonic energy.
"Kill!" Su Moli shouted, then his mind moved, and twenty-eight native spiritual swords shot out, projecting and strangling at Wu Ling.
Su Mo has no scruples now. First of all, he is in the pagoda, and secondly, he is in the Huntian Demon Realm. It is impossible for people outside to find him using the Spirit Sword Formation.
Moreover, even if someone can discover it, it is probably only the high priest and the four priests can discover it.
Furthermore, in this endless starry sky, he is not the only one who owns the Spirit Sword Formation. Su Mo has heard that the natal Spirit Sword Formation is also an attack method that many powerful swordsmen like in the ancient spirit swordsman.
However, due to mental power, the power of many people’s natal spiritual sword formation is not too strong.
Rumble!!
The natal spiritual sword formation turned into a huge sword energy storm, crushing everything with the momentum of destruction.
This time, the sword energy wrapped in the natal spiritual sword formation is no longer mysterious power, but surging magic power, with the dazzling magic light.
The huge sword energy storm seemed to be a huge monster, opening its bloody mouth, trying to project Wu Ling to swallow it in one bite.
"Spiritual Transformation Palm!" Faced with the strangulation of the natal spiritual sword formation, Wu Ling called out anger, retreated suddenly, and opened his hand with an illusory palm print to fight against the sword energy storm.
This illusory palm print is extremely strange, not powerful, but it contains extremely mysterious mystery.
Scream!!
In an instant, the palm print hit the sword energy storm, without a blast, nor an explosion. The palm print directly merged into the sword energy storm.
Then, the palm print disappeared without a trace, and the huge sword energy storm suddenly reduced its power, as if it had been melted, with no more than one ten power.
Then Wu Ling projected his palm again and attacked another solid palm print, which instantly defeated the sword energy storm, and twenty-eight natal spiritual swords burst into all directions.
Wu Ling projected perfectly to break the attack of the natal spiritual sword formation.
"It's indeed amazing!" Su Mo's eyes shining. Wu Ling's projection with only 70% of his strength was so powerful. How many people could pass through this level?
If this person has ten percent strength, plus the power of the battle soul, he will definitely be an invincible existence at the same level.
Of course, Su Mo was far from using his strongest combat power. He just wanted to try the power of the Huntian Demon Realm.
The Huntian Demon Realm can almost increase his strength by 20% or 30%.
Although it is only 20% or 30% of its strength, it is already very terrifying for a warrior of his level.
With his strength reaching his level, the three treasures of the previous ones were useless.
Su Mo took time to test it once before. The Grand Three Treasures Technique drew 30% of the energy and spirit, and even 10% of the strength could not be increased.
"I'm too lazy to waste time with you, it's time to end!" Su Mo didn't want to get too entangled and was ready to end the battle.
The next moment, the sword power burst out on his body, and the extremely sharp sword power soared into the sky, forming a sword force that was overwhelming with the eight wildernesses. The sword's battle soul and the sword's martial soul were all activated by Su Mo.
The sword power is a sword power formed by the extremely powerful sword power, which is extremely powerful and intimidating.
The dazzling magic light flashed, and Su Mo raised the long sword in his hand and instantly slashed three swords in a row.
Three huge black sword energy, wrapped in the surging demon waves, blocked the dodge space projected by Wu Lie, forming a desperate killing momentum.
The next moment.
Rumble!!!
The sky-shaking explosion kept ringing. Faced with Su Mo's ultimate killing, even though Wu Ling's projection's combat awareness was strong, due to the limitation of his strength, and without the help of the War Soul, he could not stop Su Mo's attack at all.
After a round of attacks, the demonic energy in the sky dissipated, and Wu Ling's projection was directly strangled by Su Mo, turning into nothingness.
call!
Su Mo let out a light breath, put away all the spiritual swords, then looked at the stairs that appeared in front of him, and strode over.
Chapter completed!