In the few years since he came to Netherworld, Su Jing has fought many fierce battles, large and small, but even if the situation was dangerous, there were two treasures that he never used: the sword soul Tu Wan and the shadow monk.
It's not that they don't want to use it, but that these two 'spirits' were seriously injured during Su Jing's trip to the West Sea, and they never woke up.
Until recently, Tu Wan and the monk showed signs of awakening one after another. When encountering the dark power of the giant spirit, the sword soul gradually became restless in its slumber and would wake up at any time. The same goes for the monk. Although his reaction to the 'black' was not the same.
Tu Wan was so strong, but also extremely sensitive.
Still sleeping, but the situation is different. I couldn't wake up before, but now I can't wake up even if I wake up.
Why are the two mental projections of Su Qi and Su Ba blurred? Because the two mental consciousnesses are 'human' in the black stone, but the 'gods' are connected to Tu Wan and Monk respectively, and are ready to awaken these two strong reinforcements at any time.
Tu Wan, Monk, Su Jing’s strongest method after Zhang Yi’s Divine Sword, and Su Jing’s last method before Jun Lin’s sword!
Just now Su Ba went to wake up the shadow monk and brought him.
Su Jing pointed to the limp Mo Lingjing on the rock and asked the monk: "Master, is there any way to save him from death?" The golden jade bodhi refined by the monk saved this one and that one, so there is no doubt about his ability to save people.
Mo Lingjing was startled when he heard this: Just now, the Yanghuo demon said that he wanted to 'give it a try'. He just asked someone to come and try to see if he could save me?
After being stunned, Mo Lingjing suddenly realized: Unless I die, the immortal family's ink power will not be activated... Mo Lingjing was surprised and funny: "It's hard for you to come up with this method... The little demon named Su,
I have cut off my life veins. Unless a deity comes down to earth, I will definitely die. What, is this stupid monk you invited an immortal Buddha? And... hahaha... little demon, you are scared to death by the mighty magic power of the immortal family.
Is that okay? I am the body of Xuanxu’s mind. Not to mention rescue, it’s just a dream for anyone else except you to touch me! Save me... haha... let’s see how you save me. Come on, come on, come on
Save me."
Amid Mo Lingjing's crazy laughter, the shadow monk stepped in front of him, lowered his head and looked down. Suddenly, his face showed disgust, and he kicked him with his foot.
The crazy laughter stopped suddenly, and Mo Lingjing was kicked in the face by the shadow monk.
Not only was the kick hit, but it also... hurt, it pierced the bone marrow and burned the brain!
The moment the laughter stops, the moment the screams start.
What 'thing' is a monk? His root is shadow, which is the true shadow from formlessness to quality, from chaos to wisdom. All the twelve people in this black stone cave are shadows. In terms of quality, monks are the most important.
Pure. He can kick, and kick hard. Even if you put aside the theory of shadow, the monk is also a soul body now. When he surrendered to Jinsha Tianmo, he worshiped the ghost robe and became the soul of the robe, and the robe recognized him.
The master is Su Jing, and these layers of subordinates have been carefully calculated. The relationship between the monk and Su Jing is very clear: he is a subordinate, and besides the three souls and seven souls, there is another soul.
Tu Wan, eleven souls; Monk, twelve souls.
It would be easier for the Twelfth Soul to kick a dark mind pretending to be Su Jing than to sneeze.
The more pitiful Mo Lingjing's screams were, the harder the monk kicked him. It was as if the soles of his feet were on fire. He stepped down as hard as he could. Su Jing, who was following the monk, coughed.
Out of respect, he didn't reach out to pull him, and smiled bitterly: "Master, I'm asking you to save someone, not to kick him... If you want to kick him, you don't have to do anything."
"Everyone can kick dirty things, and you can kick them too. You don't have to be merciful." The monk kept kicking.
Su Jing shook his head helplessly: "I won't kick him anymore. After kicking him to death, evil forces will invade..."
The monk raised his eyelids and glanced towards the sky, his gaze reaching towards the cave sky and the sky, but the Zen vision was far beyond the sky: "I have noticed that the dark magic power is also tarnished, and the monk is incompatible with it!!"
"When the attack force first struck, it was difficult for me to withstand it due to my cultivation. I also asked the master to lend a helping hand. I am very grateful to this junior."
There was something wrong with Su Jing's words. Sure enough, the monk turned his head and cast his stupid eyes on him: "Did I help you at the beginning of the attack? You won't need to do it after that?"
"I can't say for sure," Su Jingying said: "I know that the master and the sword soul are both recuperating. It's best not to move if you can, and try to move as little as possible when you have to... Maybe after a while, I
There is a way to counter the power of Mo."
"Well, I see that you are still young and know how to care for others. It's good." The monk's memory has not been restored, and he has no ability to speak. He can say whatever comes to his mind, but that's what he means: "I'm not very good now. I'm just gathering energy."
There are already some signs of looseness in the mana attack on the "Nine Officials". If you use the method to enter the battle, all your previous efforts will inevitably be wasted... Let's put it this way, I won't fight if I can. If I have to fight, there is nothing to say.
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As for what the "Nine Officials" are and have not yet been explained. After saying this, the monk looked around and asked Su Jing: "Where is that bird? If it is not in your body, where did it go?"
Su Jing immediately became wary, and the monk smiled when he saw this: "Just a casual question, don't worry, I will never take it from you again." As he spoke, his feet finally stopped and stopped stepping on them.
Looking at Mo Lingjing's current appearance, Su Jing couldn't help but smile. The rest of Mo Lingjing's body was completely trampled to pieces, leaving only such a small piece: the one that was constantly stepped on by feet, so Mo Lingjing
Now it is in the shape of a shoe print. It seems that after being kicked hard repeatedly, this 'shoe print' has been stepped on, and it looks quite strong.
The monk leaned over and picked up Mo Lingjing in his hand, looked at it carefully for a moment, raised his head and said to Su Jing: "I can't die in a moment or three. I will go back and continue to attack the nine organs. If you fail, call me at any time." After saying this, he put the hand in his hand.
The shoe prints were thrown back to the ground, and the monk disappeared.
A lifeless 'person' was trampled by a monk, and was trampled into a 'footprint', and then...he couldn't die for the time being?
Su Jing was stunned for a moment. The monk had already left. He had no choice but to lower his head and ask Mo Lingjing: "Really?"
The monk didn't say anything, but Mo Lingjing herself didn't even notice it. At this moment, she calmed down and did some inner body observation, and then she realized with horror that the lifelines that had been cut off by her own luck had been reconnected at some point, but only barely.
Holding on does not count as a real life, but as the monk said: he cannot die for a while. The most hateful thing is that the kick just now dispersed all the strength in his body, and now he wants to kill himself, Mo
Even the elves can’t muster that kind of strength!
"Monk...Monk!" Mo Lingjing gritted his teeth.
Listening to his tone, Su Jing naturally understood that what the Shadow Monk said was true, and sincerely admired him and said with a smile: "Exalts act like masters!"
Su Jing's words of admiration were nothing but ridicule in Mo Lingjing's ears, but Mo Lingjing's anger quickly dissipated and her voice was indifferent: "Death early or late, the difference of a few days is huge.
Although the demon monk is strong... but looking at the scattered look of his eyes, I am afraid that his intelligence is half chaotic! With a half-idiot, do you think you can block the seventy-two black attacks? Even if you blocked this
"Jie, you are already exhausted, do you know what else is waiting for you ahead..." At this point, 'Shoeprint' suddenly burst out laughing again.
What's ahead? Mo Lingjing was determined not to reveal it, and Su Jing didn't ask further questions. He increased the heat and continued to refine the twenty-one chains.
The sun fire was restrained, the purification process was silent, and only the crazy laughter of Mo Jingling echoed in the black stone cave sky... Three hours passed unknowingly, and the crazy words in Mo Lingjing's mouth did not stop for a moment. He was really like a madman.
, while laughing and talking, the words that came back and forth were always "those who blaspheme will be punished by heaven" and "the little demon will meet a miserable end". Su Yi, who was in charge of Yanyangtian, turned back and looked at Mo Lingjing: "It's so noisy, you're so stupid."
Annoying.”
"Haha, are you impatient? Kill me, just punch me to death. It will be clean and worry-free!"
"Yeah." All ten Su Jings responded.
"Huh?" Mo Lingjing couldn't react for a moment, and he didn't need to react. Su Jing flew towards him, waving his hand and hitting it with his fist.
The ink spirit is lost.
At the moment of death, the roar caused by the strange force shook the sea and the sky, the cave sky and the sky were instantly black, and the ink-colored power surged into the cave sky!
At the moment of death, Mo Lingjing was liberated, and his heart was filled with contentment. He was born for the glory of the gods, and dying for this glory was his only destination. He died without regrets. He firmly believed that this little demon who cultivated Yang Fire would never survive.
..... But it was also at this moment of death that a familiar figure suddenly flashed into his last gaze. Immediately relief turned into shock, and comfort turned into unwillingness... He died with his eyes wide open.