When you first start using the Taiyu Abi Sword, you must first refine your sword energy to a state of subtle refinement. The so-called subtle refinement means mastering and controlling the sword energy to the extreme.

With one sword strike, 3,600 invisible sword energies are formed, cutting off the enemy inch by inch. Only with this kind of skill can one enter the next stage of practice.

Su Che used sword energy to fight the enemy before. Basically, he cut them away with one sword and then crushed them with his huge sword energy.

Such subtle operations are rarely used.

"A mere mortal."

Balls of flesh and blood squirmed on King Kong Yaaksha's body. His eyes, mouth and nose gradually returned to their original appearance, and the bones began to extend downward along the skull. Muscles and blood vessels seemed to be balls of cotton wool growing on his bones.

"With your little tricks, do you still think you are a true immortal?"

The vajra yaksha named Nado roared loudly.

"We are trapped in the hungry ghost realm for countless eons, and we have to fight every day. It's just you..."

Su Che waved his right hand, and the Nine Nether Burning God's Yin Fire turned into a giant snake and snaked towards it, swallowing the newly formed Vajra Yasha within it.

"Ahhhhh..."

"Your mouth is much harder than your body."

Suche shook his head.

The kid who was sitting in front of the plaque in the ancestral hall had run away to nowhere.

"Mortals...ah...we..."

Vajra Yaksa knelt on the ground, his whole body burned by the blue flames. While struggling painfully, he was still mumbling words.

Suche walked to the other side and put down the tied man.

As soon as he put it down, the man howled like a wounded beast and ran to the pile of bones next to the cauldron to rummage desperately.

The ribs, phalanges, femurs, skull, ulna and bones, and bones still stained with meat were taken apart by him. When he took them apart, he grinned, but there was no sound.

His hands were trembling, and he curled up and buried his head deeply into the soil.

"Mother...Xiaocao..."

There was a severe cold that froze the crops in the fields to death. There were successive earthquakes and even the houses collapsed.

In order to survive, the man took his mother and newlywed wife on the road to escape the disaster.

Passing by this village, the local elders enthusiastically introduced them to the ancestral hall, cooked pots and porridge, saying that they had worked hard all the way and wanted to eat something hot before setting out on the road.

But who knew that not long after, these dark demons appeared.

The first person to die was Zhao Da next door. He was a hunter and the bravest man in the village. He picked up a wooden stick and tried to fight the monster, but his internal organs were removed.

The beast tore open his belly in front of the whole village, tore out his liver, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

Everyone gave up.

After kneeling on the ground and kowtow, the hospitable hosts of the village tied up outsiders like themselves and gave them to the demon.

My mother and some other elders in the village were the first to stand up. They knelt on the ground and begged the demon to eat them first and spare the young people.

"We are already old. When it's time to eat, if the kings eat all these children, who will they eat in the future? Please be kind to them and eat me first."

The mother's words were like a stone, weighing on the man's heart, making him reluctant to even cry loudly.

The devil said don't worry, everyone has a share.

For three days, all the men and women in the village were fed by this group of demons. Originally, they were going to be eaten the next day.

The usually quiet wife stood up and invited the demons to eat her.

"A-Liang, don't cry. I'm timid. If you walk in front, I'll be even more scared. I'll go first and wait for you over there. I'm afraid of the dark, so you must find me quickly."

Thinking of his wife's gentleness, the man can't even shed tears.

Now among the handfuls of bones, he could no longer tell which ones belonged to his mother who suffered from poverty and which ones belonged to his gentle and kind-hearted wife.

ah……

He looked up to the sky.

Here's why.

Lu Bai sighed and walked slowly behind him.

"Get up. It's cold at night, so put on some clothes first."

Cold, clothes, what's the point of these?

I have nothing left.

The man suddenly raised his head, his eyes were like deep pools with no bottom.

"Gods, you must be gods from the East China Sea." The man kept banging his head on the ground: "Gods, please save my mother and my wife, they died not long ago..."

"We are not gods." Lu Bai shook his head: "We also don't have the means of living dead, flesh and bones."

"God, my heart is very sincere, my heart is very sincere."

The man kowtowed and finally cried.

well.

Suche sighed.

Immortals? How could Cizhou become what it is now if it weren't for those aloof gods?

Buddhas of the Western Kingdom, take a good look at your work of rescuing those in distress.

"We are not gods and cannot save your wife."

The man got up from the ground in a daze.

He looked at Lu Bai blankly, and then looked at the yaksha burning in the blazing fire.

"Thank you."

He whispered.

"Thank you, hero."

"A great kindness will never be forgotten. Only..."

He took a step forward and rushed towards the Yin Fire of the Nine Nether Burning God.

"...I will retaliate in the next life..."

As soon as he took a step forward, Lu Bai's tiger claws grabbed him one by one and locked his shoulders tightly.

"Are you crazy?"

Lu Bai roared: "You don't want to think about your mother..."

"Let him die."

Suche's voice was cold.

"I thought I saved a man, but I didn't expect that he was a coward."

The man struggled, biting his lower lip open, and the salty and bright red blood dripped to the ground bit by bit.

He stared at Suche with his scarlet eyes and roared like a beast.

"What a hero. You don't have the courage to take revenge, but you have the courage to die. If you die like this, are you worthy of these bones?"

"We are not gods, and I am not a god. I am just an ordinary person between heaven and earth. They are not demons either. They are called Yakshas, ​​and they are one of the 36,800 kinds of hungry ghosts. They are born to take away human essence and blood. Before

I have been sealed in the hungry ghost realm for who knows how many years, and now I have crawled out of that cesspit for who knows how many years.”

Suche looked at this man.

"Want to die? You can hit the road now. I don't know how many such bastards are wandering around outside. Don't delay me in rescuing others."

"Mortals...can mortals also kill demons?"

"Bullshit, there's no one who can't be killed, from poverty to bluefalls, to the underworld. If you can't kill him, you should first find out the reason from yourself."

"I...can I do it too?"

"You can do it, but you can't do it now."

The man lowered his head in shame.

What can I do now? When my mother stepped forward, I was relieved. When my wife stepped in for me, I also had a moment of joy.

What can a person like me, a coward like me, do?
Chapter completed!