"What do you think?" In the pagoda, Shui Jing asked the senior monks of the same generation around him, referring to the barbarian Futu who suddenly appeared.

This is ready to raid and leave the mountain, obviously he will set off without saying a few words, Shui Jing still sat down, his heart was dyed with ink, but he had not changed his habits of practicing Buddhism for many years, and he sat safely.

He sits, and the other five monks with the word 'mirror' also sat down, closed the mirror and spoke: "True." ”

At a glance, the barbarian is a genuine heavy ink. It doesn't mean that if you are stained with ink, you will definitely become a believer. Elder Ren Duo has practiced ink, but his mind is still clear, his compassionate mind has not changed, and his heart to protect the Tao is clear in the sun and the moon. There is also Shentu Lingling, who is unstable, but he always refuses to hurt people.

However, whether it is Ren Duo or Shen Tu, their cultivation of ink color is shallow after all, at least their body skin has not changed color, and then look at this barbarian now, his body is black and pure, as if the inkstone has become a refinement, so deeply practicing ink color, can it still not be infected?

What's more, his cultivation is not ordinary ink, his cultivation is the best, it is the supreme true color.

As for the barbarian's words, if he cheats, the most important thing is that he can't find out, the background must be clean, how can he take the initiative to involve that Southern Wilderness Futu; if he wants to join the gang, the most important thing is to prove his usefulness and loyalty, how can he be so timid and vicious. At least the conversation of the first meeting, at least for now, Hejing couldn't think of the flaw, he thought that this brute was clear and real.

The other monks did not speak, and the mirror spoke their thoughts, and there was no need to speak again.

"But," the mirror continued. The conversation changed: "Even if it's true, it can't stay for long." Let him find the Excalibur, and it will be complete. "A cowardly and vicious man is not worth mentioning when he is humble, but when he finds the ink sword, he will make a great feat, and he will be rewarded by the gods, and his status should be lifted, and then you will look at him again, how domineering and cruel he will be.

"And then there is the slaughter of this person, which is far from worthy of his true color. He smiled slightly: "It's when he found the sword." You can look at it. ”

There is a hidden meaning in the words. It is not explicitly stated. They have been together for too long, and they have already had a tacit understanding with each other, and the rest of them can understand without saying it in the mirror: find the divine sword, erase this person, take his ink yuan, and take this great credit.

Several of the other eminent monks laughed. Pleasant and pleasant.

Shui Jing was also laughing: "He's not his own person." But not being your own person is still a later story. ”

At all costs. The barbarians will die if they are slaughtered. Because he is not his own person.

But before 'not his own person', he has to find out one thing: whether he is an enemy or not.

If you are not your own, you can still use him to find a sword, and if you are an enemy, you must kill him as much as possible. Only by Futu now, even if there is heavy ink in the body. Even though there was no flaw in what he said, even though all the monks believed that what he said was true, they still couldn't fully trust it.

Hejing nodded: "So it depends on him personally killing a few important people from the mountain." Leaving the mountain today, there are only two really important characters, Su Jing and Shen He. ”

"Shen He is not in the mountains. The water mirror smiled.

Hejing nodded again: "Then Su Jing." ”

"Try not to subdue Su Jing, if he cuts the head of a mortal person, you and I still can't see the truth. "The last command of the water mirror.

Hejing nodded, stood up and walked out of the stupa.

There are six mirror monks, three of whom walk with the mirror, and one person stays by the side of the water mirror

In a moment, the three bells in the Mitiantai sounded loudly, hundreds of miles of the big temple, towers, pavilions, halls, halls and pavilions, one after another black light rose to the sky, and in the blink of an eye, thick dark clouds gathered in the sky high.

The bell rang again and again, and Yun Jia shook slightly, and galloped away in the direction of the mountain!

There are soldiers hidden in the clouds, how many are unknown, and there are only four monks and six monks with flower characters who are exposed on the clouds, plus an ugly-looking barbarian to help Tu.

Fu Tu's face was apprehensive, and he turned back frequently, even though Mi Tiantai disappeared from his sight after breathing, and he was no longer visible.

"Venerable Water Mirror hasn't caught up yet. Futu's voice was rarely dry, as if he had lost his backbone.

Hejing smiled and shook his head: "Senior Brother Shuijing's identity is so respectful, just away from the mountain, why do you need Senior Brother to make a move." Sir, rest assured, it is enough, away from the people in the mountains, you will not see the sunrise tomorrow. ”

Fu Tu had never seen or knew the skills of the monks, and his nodding movement was indescribably stiff: "It's not easy to deal with the mountain, you should come out of the nest, it is best to have Tianyuan Dao and many siblings of other sects to shoot together, foolproof." ”

The barbarians are timid, for fear that the strength around them is not enough, and they can't wait for all the inky believers in Middle-earth to attack Lishan, and the more people they have, the safer they will be. But if you think about it, his words are not unreasonable. But Hejing didn't answer, just smiled: "Enough, enough." ”

The wave fairy is sitting on the cloud head with her eyes closed. Her eyes are rotten, so when she closes her eyes, she is at her most beautiful. The little girl of thirteen or fourteen is thorough, pure and pure, and really good-looking.

A group of remnant souls of the Ink Spirit Immortals were swallowed into her stomach.

The belly of the little corpse fairy is even more cruel than the fire purgatory of the Yin and Yang Division, and she is tortured to extract a confession.

Suddenly, the wave fairy opened her eyes, and laughed in her mouth, her eyebrows were raised, her nose was wrinkled, and the girl had a happy look: "Hydra, I asked about the footprints!"

The ink-colored footprints are hidden in the void, they are by no means ordinary marks, the little corpse fairy does not dare to be careless, and the torture is combined to force the remnant soul to confess, and at this moment there is finally an answer.

"What is it?" asked Soyanagi.

The little corpse fairy was elated: "Something big is going to happen!"

Xiangliu frowned: "What the hell is going on?"

"I'm too lazy to sue you!" the Langlang Fairy laughed, she really didn't say anything. Don't say it to Xiang Liu, but you have to tell others, Langlang Fairy took out the Lishan Sword News that Su Jing gave her before, and hit it directly. The sword message is not for Su Jing, it is for the head of Lishan.

At about the same time, the shadow monk who was also in the cloud showed a sad look on his face. Not because of himself, because of this world, because of this world, because there will be a catastrophe in this world, he also asked what the footprints left by Mo Lingxian meant, and the sword message from the mountain that Su Jing handed over to him was played. It was rumored that the head of Shen He, and there was another mental turn, relying on the ghost robe to contact, and directly told Su Jing the truth

Soon, Shen He, who was on the way, received two sword messages in a row. They are from the Wave Fairy and the Shadow Monk.

Two swords, saying the same thing. Shen He frowned and sighed slightly. There was no need for Zigui to ask questions around him, Shen He said bluntly: "The footprints left by Mo Lingxian have been clarified, and the spell will be introduced." ”

With just the four words 'Receiving Spell', Mr. Zigui roughly understood what was going on, and the old master's face was cold. But Shen He Zhenren laughed inexplicably.

When Shen He was interrogated. Fu Tu, who was galloping towards the mountain with the ink clouds, suddenly sneezed loudly, and the spit stars sprayed onto the black robe of the Zen master Hejing; Su Jing, who was lecturing from the mountain and talking about robbery, snorted for a long time, and suddenly closed his mouth and stopped talking.

didn't stay silent for long, Su Jing spoke again on Yuhuaping, but the topic changed: "The Arctic Ice Field, the West Sea Stele Forest, and the Southern Wilderness Tiandou." Mo Lingxian sneak attack in three ways. All of them were slaughtered instead. ”

This matter has already been reported to the world. Everyone knows it. And what Su Jing said later, few people still know: "During the sneak attack of the three-way Mo Lingxian, he didn't fly or escape." Walking only on two feet, he left black footprints behind him, deep in color, hidden magic rhyme, quite suspicious, and now it has been ascertained that the inner mystery has been identified: the spell of connection. ”

The cultivators on Yuhuaping are not as knowledgeable and scheming as Mr. Zigui, and most of them are puzzled when they hear the words: What do you introduce?

"A footprint is a spell, a spell to set up a mark, a mark to connect the ink-colored giant spirit evil god. Su Jing's tone was very calm, and after a faint sentence, Yuhuaping was silent for three breaths, and then there was chaos!

Some people exclaimed, some people screamed, and some people hurriedly asked: How many footprints can be erased?

It can be erased but it is useless to erase it, it is a seal that falls on the foot, and the seal is a law, and the 'mark' falls and spreads to the sky, the spell has been formed, and the line has been turned, and there is no way to change it.

How many footprints thousands. I haven't had time to count them yet.

If a footprint falls on Middle-earth today, there will be an ink spirit descending from the sky and falling into the world in the future.

Ji Dou Nan Ye Shuhong, Gu Tibetan Mengshuo, the woodcutter carrying the axe, the yellow-faced woman and the baby in her arms, these ink spirit immortals have limited cultivation, and they are not as good as the immortals of Perfect Middle Earth in terms of fighting strength and scheming wisdom, but several of them have a special ability: they can be guided.

For example, Shen He, who is born close to water, can achieve great achievements by cultivating water, but if he cultivates gold and fire, his achievements will be very limited. The same is true of the Immortal Family's Law, in this ink tribulation, although there are many immortals returning to the Middle Earth, no one can carry the technique of 'Falling Seal Connection', but those few foreign immortals with shallow cultivation can refine this technique in their bodies.

The ink giant spirit is coming, and there is nothing to change, and someone in Yuhuaping asked eagerly: "How long will it take?"

Su Jing shook his head: "I don't know, those remnant souls can't say how heavy it is." ”

I don't know when it will be, maybe tomorrow, maybe a hundred years from now, but only they will come, and they will not keep the creatures of Middle-earth waiting too long.

Chaos, it's still chaos, it's better to leave the mountain disciples, but the other cultivators on the stone flat don't have that calming kung fu, they talk to each other and talk a lot. After Su Jing revealed an almost desperate news, he was silent, sat upright, and quietly watched everyone anxious. After a long pause, he suddenly smiled.

It wasn't a scornful smile, and it wasn't too excited, and the joy in the smile wasn't too heavy, but it was clearly very.

Some cultivators were puzzled when they saw Uncle Xiao's face, and they didn't understand how he could laugh at this time, but at least he could know that there was still something to be said about the matter, so he stopped talking and stopped talking.

Seeing Su Jing laughing more and more, Yuhuaping gradually quieted down, and soon everyone's eyes refocused on Su Jing.

The smile retracted, Su Jing spoke again, and his voice was slow: "Middle Earth Qiankun, round and round, the fifth circle of Middle Earth today." In ancient times, in the first circle, there was a pickled giant spirit named Tianli, which was an inky outpost of demons and evils, flying across the universe and looking for delicious and delicious places for their own people, Tianli fell into Middle-earth. ”

"In the eyes of the Heavenly Principles, Middle-earth is a perfect world, but the first circle is not truly complete, and they will wait for the sweetest fruits in this world to be picked again, so the army of the Djinn has not arrived, and the Djinn Tianli is resident in Middle-earth. ”

"The fifth circle, that is, the present circle, the world is prosperous, and the sweet fruit is fragrant. In ancient times, the ink giant spirit was to, and the vast army. The list goes on. The immortal chief of this realm draws his sword to face the battle and bless the world. ”

"The Southern Wilderness is innocent, the Eastern Earth Sword Master, the Sky Saint Monk, and the Netherworld Ancestor Emperor has the skills of the sages, and the younger generations can only look at it from afar, but it is difficult to reach it. There are many great demons in the Southern Wilderness, try to ask which demon king can compare with the innocent great sage of the past, don't say naïve, even the few great sages and fierce generals in front of him are unmatched today; there are countless cultivators of the Han family, who can compare with the sword master of the country? Don't say that the sword master, that is, the eight sword kings and elite disciples under his old man's seat, it is difficult for my generation to look at it. ”

"The great sages are gone, the sword domain is dry, and the ancient temple is sinking into the sea. Why did the once glorious land fall. I don't know, but I might as well guess: Ink Disaster! In that battle, both sides were defeated, the great sages of our world fell, and the entire army of the ink giant spirit was destroyed, but the middle earth was unharmed and safe. ”

"Serendipity. I've had a few encounters with the Ink Pulse. Therefrom. I know more about them than you do, Southern Wilderness Futu, an ordinary barbarian infected by ink. After leaving the mountain, he bewitched the demon emperor and resurrected the sea to eclipse the sea, and the danger caused a great war between the Han family and the demon domain; the giant spirit Si Zhao, a dead pawn of the ancient giant spirit army that invaded the heaven and earth, had the great luck to turn from dead to alive, and the vitality was not restored, and the mana was limited, but it was able to guide according to the situation, leading the Yin and the strong clan to fight and be injured together in the same vein, and then sit on the fisherman's advantage, and the great judgment of the first product and the heavy weapon of the netherworld were almost killed in his hands; ”

"In ancient times, the virtuous people were so good, they couldn't win the giant spirits, at most they fought with them and burned them together, a giant spirit left over from ancient times, or even just a Moqin believer, could stir up a storm and cause a catastrophe in the world Su Jing didn't dare to be arrogant, but there was an inappropriate sentence that had been hidden in his heart for a long time: One day, if the army of the Mojin spirits made a comeback, I don't think that Middle-earth would have a chance of winning now. Moyer is a case in point, Middle-earth is no more powerful than Moyer. ”

In the mortal world of Middle Earth, with the Outer Heaven Ink Spirit, this is not a confrontation at all in progression. The ink djinn flew through the universe one by one, and from this point of view, they were all gods.

Really God.

Middle-earth has no chance of winning. This statement is out of place. But if Su Jing didn't say it, it didn't mean that other cultivators wouldn't think about it, what should have happened had already happened, and it had happened whether he said it or not.

Su Jing paused, and Shiping was silent.

After five breaths, Su Jing spoke: "If you count the corpses, I have seen a lot of ink giant spirits, but except for the heavenly principles trapped in the control realm, all the ink giant spirits are without exception: they are all left over from the ancient war, they are dead, they can't go back, they stay in Middle-earth." Not to mention Tianli, he came earlier. ”

"After that great battle in the ancient times, there was no new ink djinn left. Su Jing turned his hand and pointed at himself: "At least I haven't seen it, I haven't seen any of it." Even if the ink calamity came during the day, and the mortal court destroyed the cultivation realm and the heavenly sect was overturned, only the demon spirit immortal was seen, and there was no trace of the ink giant spirit. ”

"Now that the truth is revealed, the ink giant spirit can't come by itself, and it has to rely on the ink spirit fairy to do the seal to guide it. Send the ink spirit fairy first, and then attract the ink giant spirit. But as far as I know, it wasn't like this before," Su Jing's tone remained unchanged, flat and straightforward, but his eyes lit up, anyone could see that his eyes were as clear as stars, and there was really light flashing in his eyes: "Tianli is the outpost, the three thousand worlds can go wherever they want, he sees the splendid Middle Earth, he falls into Middle Earth;

"In ancient times, the Great Sage of the Five Circles fought a tragic battle with the giant spirit outside the sky, the Great Sage was a returning immortal, an innocent sage, a sword master of the mountains and mountains, and a holy monk of the West Sea, all of whom were immortals who flew up from Middle Earth and returned to Middle Earth. The immortal family is strong and blocks the djinn. Since the evil war, there has been no return to immortals in Middle-earth for a long time? It is not difficult to guess the means of the ink djinn. ”

"If there are no immortals in Middle Earth, then Middle Earth is weak, and its strength is not as good as before, and there is no decent strength to resist the army of giant spirits. "There is no evidence, Su Jing guessed it, but it makes sense and makes sense.

"In the past, the ink giant spirit came when he wanted to, but now he wants to be guided, why? It is not difficult to guess, the means of gods and Buddhas. The ink giant spirit has blocked the way to return the true immortals in our realm, but in the vast universe, not to mention the pickled giant spirit clan, in addition to the Mo clan, there are Taoist Heavenly Venerables, compassionate Buddhas, true immortals on the sword, arrogant sages, unruly heavenly demons and full of gods and Buddhas. The ink giant spirits can seal the path to return to immortals, and the gods and Buddhas can also seal them to enter Middle-earth directly. "There is no evidence, it is still Su Jing's speculation, but if it is not for the power of the heavens to cast a spell, why should the giant spirit be guided.

"It's blocked, but what's the use of failing to seal it, maybe there is a flaw in the spell of the gods and Buddhas to prevent the ink giant spirit from coming back to Middle-earth, or maybe the ink giant spirit has used some means to force the sealing technique out of a loophole, and the situation facing Middle-earth today is: an army of ink giant spirits will definitely come, unstoppable. ”

"But if you look at it from another angle," Su Jing changed his words: "At least, the mortal world of Middle-earth is not lonely; at least, there are gods and Buddhas who have cast a sealing spell to stop the ink giant spirit; at least, Lishan, Dachengxue, all of you here, all the cultivators in the middle earth who do not want to sink into the ink, there are comrades and comrades-in-arms outside the sky, and the sky is also fighting!

Speaking of this, Su Jing smiled: "That's what I want to say, only with Middle-earth, there is no chance of winning against the ink giant spirit." But Middle-earth is not alone against the giant spirit, you and I are in the army, the heavens and the world, the universe and the earth, different heavens and the earth are at the same time, fight the giant spirit! ”

In fact, I think that even if the gods and Buddhas don't return, it doesn't matter, there is a huge battle for the universe, and you and I are in the army. If my duty is to defend Middle-earth and die in battle. Su Jing said, looking up at the sky.

After a while, Su Jingfa asked, Xiang Tian: "Am I right?"

"What does it matter if it's right or wrong?" A voice really came from the sky, smiling, kind, and compassionate: "Whether it's right or not, everyone will die here today, and any comrades in the universe and comrades-in-arms in the universe have no meaning to the dead." ”

As he spoke, the inky sky clouds rolled and tumbled, rushing into sight, and more than ten old monks in the clouds had black incense scars and black robes. There is also an ugly barbarian in the group of old monks who is particularly eye-catching. Mitiantai Mo Monk killed.

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the mountain, and the edict was transmitted: "Kill and destroy the mountain." ”

Under the order, Mo Yun collapsed——

It's still two in one. (To be continued......)