In the past few years, Su Jing has fought a lot of vicious battles, big and small, but even if the situation is dangerous, there are two treasures that he has never used: Sword Soul Tu Wan and Shadow Monk.

It's not that I don't want to use them, but these two 'divine souls' were too seriously injured during the trip to the West Sea in Sujing, and they never woke up.

Until recently, Tu Wan and the monk have shown signs of awakening, and when the dark mana of the giant spirit is dark, the sword soul gradually becomes restless in its sleep, and will wake up at any time;

Still asleep, but the situation is different, I used to not wake up, but now I don't wake up

Why are the projections of Su Qi and Su Ba's two minds blurred? Because these two mental 'people' are in Heishi, but the 'gods' are connected to Tu Wan and Monk respectively, ready to awaken these two strong reinforcements at any time.

Tu Wan, monk, Su Jing's strongest means outside of the Zhangyi Divine Sword, and Su Jing's means before the King's Landing Sword!

Just now, Su Ba went to wake up the shadow monk and brought it.

Su Jing stretched out his hand and pointed to the paralyzed Mo Lingjing on the reef, and asked the monk, "Does the master have a way to keep him from dying?" The golden jade Bodhi refined by the monk saved this and that, so there is no doubt about his own ability to save people.

Mo Lingjing was stunned when he heard this: Just now the Yang Huo Demon said that he wanted to 'try it', that is, he invited someone to try it and see if he could save me?

And after being stunned, Mo Lingjing suddenly realized: If I don't die, the immortal Mo Li will not be able to launch Mo Lingjing and was stunned and funny: "It's hard for you to come up with this little demon surnamed Su, I have cut off my own life." Unless the gods descend to earth, I will definitely die, what, is this monk you invited to be an immortal Buddha? And haha, little demon, are you scared stupid by the vast mana of the immortal family? I am the body of the Xuanxu mind, don't say help, everyone else wants to touch me in a dream! Save me, haha, see how you save me, come, come, come and save me. ”

In the midst of Mo Lingjing's crazy laughter, the shadow monk stepped up to him, looked down, and suddenly showed a look of disgust. Lift your foot and kick.

The crazy laughter came to an abrupt end. Mo Lingjing was kicked in the face by the shadow monk.

Not only did it hurt, but it also hurt, piercing into the bone marrow and boiling the brain!

The moment the laughter stopped, it was the moment when the screams rang out.

What is a monk's 'thing'? His root is a shadow. It is the real shadow from the invisible to the qualitative, from the chaos to the wisdom. The twelve people in this black stone cave are all shadows. In terms of quality, the monk is the purest, he can kick and kick hard. Even putting aside the shadow theory, the monk is now a soul body. At the beginning, in order to enter the Chatianmo to surrender to the 'opposite', he worshiped the ghost robe and became the soul of the robe, and the robe recognized as the master of Su Jing, these layers of subordination were carefully calculated, and the relationship between the monk and Su Jing could not be clearer: the subordinate, the three souls and the seven spirits, the other soul.

Tu Wan, eleven souls, monk, twelve souls.

The twelfth soul wanted to kick a dark mind pretending to be Su Jing, which was easier than sneezing.

The more miserable Mo Lingjing's screams became, the harder the monk kicked hard, as if the soles of his feet were on fire, and he stepped on it as hard as he could. Su Jing, who was following the monk, coughed, and he didn't reach out to pull it because of his respect, and smiled bitterly: "It's to ask the master to save people, not to kick people, and if you want to kick him, you don't need to work your old age." ”

"Everyone can kick the pickled things, and you can kick them too, and you don't have to be merciful. "The monk kept kicking.

Su Jing shook his head helplessly: "I won't kick it, after kicking him to death, there will be a vicious attack"

The monk rolled his eyelids and glanced at the sky, his gaze was as far as the sky of the cave, but the Zen family's vision was far beyond the sky: "I have a sense of it, the dark mana is also pickled, and the monk is not at odds with it!!"

"At the beginning of the pickling force, it was difficult to resist with my cultivation, and I asked the master to help, and the younger generations were grateful. ”

Su Jing's words were wrong, and sure enough, the monk turned his head and turned his demented gaze on him: "I helped at the beginning of the attack?

"I can't say it either," Su Jingying said: "I know that the master and the sword soul are both recuperating, and it is best not to move if you can, and when you have to, try to move as little as possible, maybe after a while, I can have a way to resist the power of ink." ”

"Well, seeing that you are young and know how to hurt people, it's good. The monk's memory has not recovered, and he has no ability to phrase it, what he thinks of and what to say, anyway, it means that: "I'm not very good now, I'm accumulating mana to rush the 'nine officials', and there are already some signs of loosening. ”

As for what the 'nine senses' are and have not yet been explained. After that, the monk looked left and right, and asked Su Jing again: "Where is the bird, it's not in you, where did it go?"

Su Jing's heart immediately became vigilant, and the monk smiled when he saw this: "Just ask casually, don't worry, I won't give you up 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 laugh, the rest of Mo Lingjing's body was completely trampled, and only such a small piece remained: the one that was constantly stepped on by his feet, so Mo Lingjing was now in the shape of a shoe print. It seems that under repeated kicks, this piece of 'shoe print' has been stepped on, and it looks quite strong.

The monk leaned over and picked up the ink spirit essence in his hand, looked at it carefully for a moment, raised his head and said to Su Jing: "I can't die for a while, I'll go back and continue to impact the nine senses, you don't have to call me at any time." With that, he threw the 'shoe print' in his hand back to the ground, and the monk disappeared.

A 'person' whose vitality was cut off was trampled on by the monk, and he was trampled into a 'footprint', and then he couldn't die for the time being?

Su Jing was stunned, the monk had already left, so he had to bow his head and ask Mo Lingjing: "Really?"

The monk didn't say it, Mo Lingjing himself didn't notice it, and at this moment he calmed down and did vipassana, and then he suddenly realized that the lifelines that had been broken by his own fortune were reconnected again, but they were barely held on, and they were not really alive, but as the monk said: You can't die for a while. The most hateful thing is that the kicking just now scattered all the liliang in his body, and now he wants to cut off his vitality again, and Mo Lingjing can't raise that strength!

"Demon Monk Demon Monk!" Mo Lingjing gritted his teeth.

Listening to his tone, Su Jing naturally understood that what the shadow monk said was true, and this time he sincerely admired it in his heart, and said with a smile: "The master acts!"

Su Jing's words of admiration fell on Mo Lingjing's ears, which was tantamount to a great ridicule, but Mo Lingjing's anger quickly dissipated, and his voice was indifferent: "Early death or late death, there is no difference of a few days, although that demon monk is strong, but looking at his scattered eyes, I am afraid that his spiritual wisdom is half chaotic! With a half-fool, do you think you can block seventy-two ink-colored Qi attacks? Even if you block this calamity, you are already exhausted, do you know, what else awaits you in front of you?" Speaking of this, the 'shoe print' suddenly became daxiao again.

What is in front of it? Mo Lingjing refused to confide, Su Jing didn't ask, and increased the heat to continue refining for the twenty-first chain.

The yang fire is restrained, the refining is silent, only the crazy laughter of the ink giant spirit echoes in the sky of the black stone cave, and the crazy words in the mouth of the ink spirit do not stop for a moment, he is really a madman, laughing and saying, back and forth is always 'the blasphemer will be punished by heaven', 'the end of the little demon is extremely miserable' and so on, Su Yi, who is in charge of the sunny sky, turned his head to look at the ink spirit: "The ground is noisy, and the end is annoying." ”

"Haha, are you impatient, kill me, punch me to death, clean and worry-free!"

"Hmm. "Ten Su Jing corresponded.

"Huh?" Mo Lingjing didn't react for a while, and he didn't need to react, a Su Jingfei pounced and smashed it down with a wave of his fist.

The Ink Spirit is in mourning.

At the moment of death, the roar caused by the strange power sensation shook through the sea and sky, and the sky of the cave sky was instantly pitch black, and the ink liliang was surging and mighty, attacking the cave sky!

At the moment of death, Mo Lingjing was relieved, his heart was full of comfort, he was born for the glory of the gods, and being able to mourn for this glory was also his only destination, and he died without regrets, he firmly believed that this little demon who cultivated yang fire would never be able to live, but it was also in this moment of death, in his zuihou's gaze, a familiar figure suddenly flashed, and he was immediately relieved and stunned, and he was unwilling to die, and his eyes were wide. (To be continued......)