Chapter 600: Giving the Sword to Enemy, Smiling Minghui
Before he stood up, Su Jing's body was mottled and his body was still covered with cracks. When he stood up, the cracks on his body were quickly healed to the naked eye. After he stood firm, the brilliance of his golden and jade-glazed body reappeared, and there was no trace of the man in the crystal clear red robe.
scars.
And the ink fairy source encountered ferocious blows from both the inner and outer worlds. Even though its master's blood was poured out to nourish it, it still couldn't hold on. In the blink of an eye, it retreated nine miles and returned to a radius of ten miles. It barely stopped its shrinking decline, but the disadvantage was difficult.
Change, the ink-colored Dharma Realm shook violently and was on the verge of collapse.
The distance between the two was still ten steps. But this time it was Su Jing who was walking forward, towards the enemy.
"You, I have a very interesting opposite... exactly the opposite." In one sentence, Su Jing took the first step and stood firm. As he moved forward, the power of the Glazed Realm and the Flower Sword Realm skyrocketed, and he
The source of ink and wash has consumed one mile in radius, and the enemy still has nine miles of world left. Su Jing is still nine steps away from him.
Ink giants have always been black, but their 'black' is so pure and pure that it is almost transparent. If you put ink-colored crystals and look at them for a long time, you will feel that the 'black' is truly clean and eternal.
Pure, uniquely beautiful, and exceptionally moving. But now there is no trace of purity in Si Zhao. After being severely injured, his body not only shrank, but his color also became turbid and dark, as if the eaves were ruined and the tiles were in ruins. It was so dark and ugly.
The momentum was gone, and a disaster was imminent, but Mo Juling's voice still tried to be calm: "I would like to hear the details."
Su Jing took another step forward: "In the Eastern Earth, my shrines are all over the world, and incense is burning day and night. Countless people worship me. Everyone worships me as the True Monarch of Blessing the World...I am a person who likes pomp and prestige. Occasionally,
I feel very comfortable when I'm high up, but I don't dare to be a god." The golden crow disciple's two-dimensional world collided fiercely with the ink-colored god's legal domain, and then defeated the enemy for a mile. Su Jing took the second step to stand firm: "This is it.
There's a big difference. My name is just and legitimate, and everyone worships me, but I don't regard myself as a god; your origin is strange, no one pays attention to you, and your shrine is nowhere to be seen in the world, but you really regard yourself as a god."
Mo Juling slowly shook his head: "The immortals and gods are high above, free forever, enjoying the boundless universe; the mortals are struggling in the mud and water, and a few acres of rice fields can survive for hundreds of years, and they can only wallow in reincarnation and suffer for thousands of generations... Who is a god?"
It's not the mortal world that has the final say. What God is like and what God wants to do are also not something that ordinary people can guess... Huh..." With a muffled groan, Si Zhao's body trembled uncontrollably, and Su Jing
The third step has been established. His Dharma Realm collapsed another mile, leaving only seven miles.
Su Jing paused his advance. It seemed easy to move forward, but in fact he was entering into the battle of the three realms. He was carrying a huge force and the resistance in front of him was more than ten thousand.
The body of the giant ink trembled more and more intensely. His body was not shrinking, but his body was constantly darkening, and gray-white lines were growing rapidly on his body. They were not magic powers, but old age.
Su Jing's glazed body became more radiant, making the giant black ink not far away even more miserable. He took the fourth step. Those words he said before were just to kill the enemy's last bit of energy, but now Su Jing has changed his mind.
, did not refute, let alone sarcastic. He nodded: "That makes sense. What exactly is the immortal god in your mouth?"
Si Zhao's eyes were filled with pain, but he still summoned up the strength to speak loudly: "What is the Immortal God? You know he is there, but you don't know where he is; you know he has boundless power and can do anything, but you don't know what he is going to do.
What do you want to do?"
The fourth step fell, and there were only six miles left in the ink realm. The body of the giant ink stooped, breathing heavily.
Su Jing thought about the other party's words carefully and smiled: "As you said, the immortal god is 'inexplicable'."
Mo Juling thought for a moment and actually laughed: "That's wrong, but it's very interesting. If you think immortals are inexplicable, then just be inexplicable." Then he asked Su Jing: "Do you really have a divine status in the mortal world?"
I thought it would be unlucky for a living person to erect a shrine."
"It's quite auspicious. My luck has always been very good. The common people and my incense have also been of great use." Su Jing responded easily, not hiding his little pride. He was not showing off, but happy.
Three realms of attack, swords, fire, wind, and various Mohist fighting skills collided fiercely, and indescribable weird screams filled the four directions. The two people in the spells had to chat with each other. Some people had the upper hand, but they were happy but not happy.
I am overjoyed; some people will lose, sad but not discouraged.
"There are people worshiping and all the people praying. This can be considered a leverage." Mo Juling said again and began to inhale, taking a long breath.
Su Jing asked: "What leverage?"
After waiting for a short time, Mo Juling took a full breath and said: "The power of the gods. Since you are incense all over the world, you can also be regarded as a god." As he said that, he straightened his chest, his body was shaking without stopping, and the pain was still on his face.
But he actually started to take steps, driving the Dharma Realm to fight back to the death, while people faced Su Jing, walking towards him with great effort and determination.
Su Jing smiled: "Okay."
The two walked toward each other, and the speed of their approach suddenly doubled, and the speed at which Mo Jing was consumed also doubled.
"We are all considered gods, but... you are your god, and I am my god." After saying the last sentence, the giant Mo Ling didn't speak anymore, swaying and struggling to hold on.
Su Jing, however, calmed down, lowered his head and thought deeply, thinking about the words of Mo Jiling, "You are your god, I am my god." After a moment, he raised his head again, his eyes were as clear as water, and his eyes were filled with light.
The clear pond is rippling, and a "good word" refreshes the mind and nourishes the heart. This kind of happiness brings happiness to those who practice spiritual practice. There is also a name for it: enlightenment!
It's not that he has understood something, but that he has some understanding, some thinking, and the possibility of getting a good truth. This process itself is full of joy. Su Jing nodded to Mo Juling: "Thank you for your teaching." Four words.
After saying that, he moved forward. This time it was Mo Giant's turn to be slightly stunned, because he suddenly noticed something, which was a great thing: the connection was established.
Since the formation of the Haohao Universe, the Black Giant Spirit has been enclosed within the legal domain and completely isolated from the Yanyan Sea. The Black Powers who stayed in the Yunhai Sea to suppress the Shen Zhou Army and hang everyone upside down have also lost contact with him.
But at this moment, Su Jing actually took the initiative to open up the Haohao Universe so that the Mo Giant Spirit could get back those powers - Su Jing said 'thank you', and this was a thank you gift.
Fighting in the domain, even if Shen Zhoubing, Qi Donglai and others were freed, they could not enter Su Jing's magical universe to help, but Mo Jiling was able to use his strength to come back... Female judge Gu Xiaojun looked outside
Knowing clearly, he frowned and said: "No..."
Su Jing's doing this is like giving a sword to his enemy.
Su Jing refused to listen and turned around and smiled at Gu Xiaojun from a distance. He gave the sword as a gift. He liked it and he was happy to do so.
Facing Su Jing's smile, Gu Xiaojun's next words fell back into her stomach and she couldn't say them out... She suddenly felt that she couldn't understand Su Jing:
He looks casual and casual, but he is very serious about his status as a judge, and he uses his official position to coerce others at every turn;
He cares about his status as the chief judge but "acts wildly", uses power for personal gain, and even dares to support a ghost king. The red robe is simply a means for him to benefit himself;
Do you just rely on the red robe to benefit yourself? But he didn't flinch at all after entering the Yanyan Sea, and he went all the way forward, and almost all the fierce battles before and after were carried by him and his companions;
When encountering an enemy, he is brave and rejoices in battle? But he deceives and hurts people. Those shameless methods are not worthy of the dignity and solemnity of a first-class judge. Even ordinary cultivators disdain what he does;
But this unscrupulous Yang body boy, after hearing another sentence that he found interesting, he willingly gave Mo Juling a chance to make a comeback... Just for one word, he gave up a good situation that was bound to win, and returned.
Give the enemy a chance! Are you crazy or stupid? Are you shameless or are you proud of yourself?
Gu Xiaojun couldn't understand.
In just three or five breaths, all the ink power of the sea of clouds returned. The figure of the giant ink did not expand back, but his hands grew again, all the gray lines on his body disappeared, and the dullness of his body was swept away and dissipated again.
From pure light!
The two people are getting closer and closer, and Su Jing is also gathering momentum. As the 'Ink Immortal Source' is being wiped out layer by layer, the Haohao Universe and the Flower Leaf Sword Domain are also rapidly 'shrinking'. The two law domains are being slowly withdrawn from his body.
It is his power to become powerful and powerful again.
Half a stick of incense passed, and finally, in the last series of violent roars that were not loud but made people feel inexplicably heart-stopping, the source of ink and water was completely shattered, and the remaining power of the two Tianwu Fajiang returned to Su Jing's body.
.....The sea of clouds was completely silent. The two came close to each other and faced each other face to face.
Su Jing is in the east, the gold, jade and colored glaze are clear and gorgeous; Ink Juling is in the west, the ink crystal is pure and strong!
The colors are very different but both are beautiful and wonderful. At the end of the life-and-death battle in which only one person can survive, the expressions on the faces of the two people are exactly the same: **smile.
Without the sensational spell and the heaven-shaking magical power, they couldn't be more ordinary. Su Jing and Mo Juling simultaneously extended their right hands, as if to shake hands and salute.
Gu Xiaojun held his breath. The end time had come. With the hands of Liuli and Mo Jing, it was a life-and-death battle without reincarnation! Gu Xiaojun couldn't judge who would win. All he could do was move his energy and build momentum.
, if Su Jing dies, it will be the time for her to fight for her life.
The two hands were held together.
Mo Juling 'shakes hands', but what the black palm clenches is not the 'glazed hand', but a white, tender, seemingly boneless hand... The monk stretches out from the red robe.
hand.
Su Jing's outstretched right hand was still empty, then he clenched his fist and hit the guy in the face!
Not only the right fist, but also the left hand. The left hand is not empty, holding the good sword Beiming to kill the ink giant spirit's leg; not only Beiming, but also another sword... two swords, Tu Wan, the soul-possessed sword beetle, flies out
Stabbing into the heart of the giant Mo Ling; not only Su Jing and Monk Tu Wan, but the three corpses who had already retreated to the side before shaking hands committed suicide with their swords. Rebirth suddenly appeared behind Su Jing, and the Emperor Yin joined forces, and the sword led the flying star to fall straight down on the giant Mo Ling.
Top of head.
Uncle Master is an upright and upright man, with a god-like smile** and eyes full of compassion.