When defeat is inevitable, Mose Liliang and Zuihou have a killer weapon: self-destruction. All liliang will burst wildly in Zuihou in exchange for lethal damage to the enemy.

Even without the Mo Spirit Spirit Spirit presiding, these black monster forces still have a basic judgment on the battle situation, and can cast strange formations and ferocious spells similar to the broken demon body, and this is just the strength of the ink giant spirit to send out of the body.

Compared to the horror of Moye Shijie's complete destruction, the wisdom spirit spirit and spiritual liliang made the ink giant spirit more 'concrete', real and terrifying.

In the more than seven months of internal struggle before, Su Jing had seen the self-destruction method of a small stream of ink power, and he had already prepared in his heart, and at the Zuihou moment, especially when he found that he had gained strength and no longer needed the help of the chain, he sent the chain out of the body, and there was no need for everyone to take risks together.

Before the chain left his body, the true yuan in Su Jing's body rolled, and the lake and river almost collapsed, rushing up from all directions, expelling the inky liliang. The latter can't support it, and they are losing and retreating, but they seem to be scattered but are actually scattered, and they are doing their best to converge, converge, converge!

The chain was sent out of the body, and Su Jing's body was inky, and sixty percent of it gathered in one place, and then self-destructed, attracting a huge force to blow up Su Jing's body alive.

Sixty percent of the ink color burst, and the other forty percent of the ink color scattered all over Su Jing's body also attacked at the same time, and it was still the same method: the jade was burned.

When the evil force of the ink self-destruction broke out, it was when Su Jingang roared.

Wind and fire sharp gold, the whole body cultivation yuan is divided into nine paths, but it is not evenly separated, among which the strongest vitality accounts for a full half of the cultivation, and the weakest one is less than Su Jing half of the cultivation liliang. Xiu Yuan divided his troops. The Nine Realms of Mind and God are all on the same path, and there is not only one person in this world who can form a formation with his own cultivation true power!

The rest of the heart was heavily slapped, and the body snorted fiercely.

When the evil force of the ink self-destruction broke out, it was when Su Jingang roared.

There is no direct correlation between drinking and fighting. The fierce roar that lasted for more than half an hour came from the cultivation - light and heat added to the body, and more than half of the light and heat in this small shijie turned into Su Jing's meridians, and they became a part of his body, so that Su Jing and this shijie light and heat were connected to each other.

Connecting one's body to heaven and earth is something that many cultivators dream of, but for Su Jing, it is a shackle, because he is a disciple of the Golden Crow, and the gods outside the sky are not cared for by Shijie.

Heaven and earth are like cocoons, and Su Jingcheng is in the cocoon, but he still has to break out of the cocoon! Heaven is heaven and earth is earth. I am me. Forging your bloodline is only the first step. Cutting off the 'connection' to achieve the real 'me' is a consummation, the sword, the fox, the heavenly black, the echo changes again and again are all Su Jing's will, announced in this shijie 'alone, me' spirit.

The sword is sharp, and the obstacle is broken to the line rather than destroyed;

Fox pride. Laugh in the world without waves;

The sky is unassuming. With me, Ling Tian will have ten thousand beings and ten thousand spirits created naturally. With my care, shijie is a vast universe.

After three knives, all the involvement between Xiao Shijie and Su Jing was finally broken - I was alone. At this point, the light and heat refining initiated by the Golden Crow Secret Method is the true consummation.

That's it, it seems that the internal battle that can't be simpler anymore is actually Su Jing's cultivation path with three levels in a row: driving away the ink, breaking the sky, and snatching his body from the small shijie!

The ink color is gone, the feather flowers are blooming all over, and Su Jing turns into 'the only me'.

Needless to say, the first two are not only the 'only me' that gives Su Jing a truly powerful body, but also a real clear mind.

'The only self' is different from the fourth realm, Xiao Zhenyi, what Xiao Zhenyi wants to comprehend is 'the only true self', and this realm needs to be examined is himself; The bystander is clear, starting from this time today, Su Jing is the 'bystander' of the world. You don't have to think about it to know how much this will help him in his future enlightenment and cultivation

After snorting, flowering, and three breaths, Su Jing looked at You Langzheng and smiled: "My lord, who wins?"

The three corpses brushed together and turned their heads to look at the big judge.

"Seven hours and eleven grains of sand, and you lose. You Langzheng pointed to the hourglass, and the moment the flower bloomed, the hourglass froze.

Su Jing lost, losing eleven grains of sand.

Akame ran forward and lifted the hourglass, and only one or two pieces of silver were saved, which made him laugh and dance, and said to Su Jingdaxiao: "Eleven grains of sand!"

Su Jing also smiled, smiled, laughed, until Zuihou was happy, how could he not laugh, this step was so far, this step was so high, he was so happy that he couldn't help laughing for a while, Su Jing's figure came to the side of the big judge in a flash, and he was about to say something with both hands, but without warning, suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the strong body that had just been refined suddenly collapsed and fell.

No one could not be surprised, Gu Xiaojun, who was closest to Su Jing, hurriedly grabbed it and held him in his arms before he fell to the ground: "What's wrong?"

His face was like golden paper, his breathing was disordered, and blood trickled out of his mouth, Su Jing couldn't speak, and even his always clear eyes were darkened, and soon they were chaotic.

'His blood is sweet, like an orchid', knowing that it is out of place, Gu Xiaojun still has such a thought in his heart.

Helping Su Jing to sit down, Gu Xiaojun pressed his hand on Su Jing's vein, and a true yuan probed in, and soon the female judge's face changed, Su Jing's body was in a disorder, divided into countless groups, rushing around in all directions, entangled with each other and confronting each other, completely losing restraint.

The majesty that seemed to be about to soar a moment ago, and now the appearance of gushing blood and dying, this contrast is too great, and everyone's faces are pale. Fortunately, Su Jing quickly opened his eyes and reluctantly showed a wry smile: "Rushing too fast, it's okay to be a backlash." ”

Just after saying 'it's okay', his body trembled involuntarily, the gold on his face receded, and it was almost transparent, Gu Xiaojun completely understood his injury at this moment, and said in a deep voice: "Xiu Yuan is restless, because of the power of Ruijin. ”

Everyone can understand the truth, it is not easy to accept external forces for one's own use, and to reconcile them perfectly.

Su Jing still gritted his teeth and said word by word: "In time, it will be okay to recuperate for a while" Before he finished speaking, Gu Xiaojun beside him suddenly flew up!

Not only Gu Xiaojun, but also the three corpses, Qi Donglai, the demon mist, the seventy-three chains, and many yin Su Jing's people around him all pulled out of the air.

It's not that they want to fly, but the strange black rope suddenly drills out, and the three corpses and Qi Donglai have no chance to react, so they are tied up and hung upside down in the air in an instant.

The two red-robed magistrates who were injured and couldn't move were not spared, and Hei Suo also reached out to them, but when he added to his body, the red robes of the two judges flashed red, and Hei Suo seemed to be a strange snake that had been hurt by seven inches, and immediately retracted into the void.

The Shenzhou Army, which had long recovered and was forming a formation to protect the periphery, was suddenly covered by a puff of black clouds, and the pure darkness was rolling and tumbling, and the elite Yin soldiers were trapped in it and there was no movement

Immediately, a quiet singing voice suddenly floated between the heavens and the earth, like the slang tune of mountain songs in the world, which was very relaxed and beautiful. With the singing, a huge figure appeared in the northwest sky, stepping on the sea of clouds, slowly walking from a distance: from head to toe, from skin to armor, completely black.

It was no different from the huge corpse Su Jing saw in the Southern Wilderness, an ink-colored giant spirit!

The huge murderous creature in the mountains, humming a nice tune, with brisk steps, every time he takes a step, his figure will shrink by a weight, the closer he gets, the smaller the ink giant spirit becomes, and when he came to Su Jing and the others thirty zhang in front of him, he stopped, and he was already similar to an ordinary person, and his hands and ten fingers were crossed on his chest: "This is the tune I learned from Middle Earth, the little girl hummed when she was picking mushrooms in the mountains and forests." I listened to it for half a morning, and then I trampled on the mountain. ”

As he spoke, another black rope suddenly flew out of thin air, and the dragon chaplain that Sixteen had secretly spit out was also tied up for an explanation and hung upside down in the air.

"There are some tricks for this kind of thing," Mo Juling smiled, as if he had a feeling, "I didn't expect that they would raise such a strange murderous corpse and drag me for more than half a year. As he spoke, he nodded to the leader of the Yin Body, at least from the look of his expression, he was genuinely respectful.

Qicun didn't know what he was talking about, and he was surprised in his heart but didn't say anything to ask, only snorted coldly.

"Who you are and where you come from. Lord You asked with a calm face.

"God, from heaven. Mo Juling's answer was calm and calm, as if he was saying that today's lunch was roast pork bibimbap, and there was no need to deceive people. After speaking, he walked towards You Langzheng again, and Su Jing, who was on the ground, suddenly jumped up and blocked his way.

At the same time, the wind and fire swords came out!

"I thought you were injured in the explosion, but it quickly became clear that your condition was indeed very bad. Now a strong breath will make you worse, you will really die" Whether it is a supernatural power or a sharp sword, it all passed through the body of the ink giant spirit, and the black strange man was like a phantom, completely unattacked by Su Jing, his footsteps did not stop, and he walked forward while talking, just walking and passing through Su Jing's body.

It was really as if he was 'walking over' and being passed by a phantom, Su Jing was not injured, looking down at his chest and abdomen, and was a little stunned.

After 'passing', the ink giant spirit returned his hand and slapped Su Jing's vest, and Su Jing screamed and fell. Mo Juling didn't look at Su Jing, and continued to walk in front of You Langzheng, lowering his head and looking at him carefully.

You Langzheng's eyes were steady, looking at each other, the distance between his eyes was only three feet, You Langzheng continued to ask: "What do you want to do when you come to the Middle Earth Netherworld from the sky?"

Like all the murderous creatures that Su Jing had come into contact with before, Mo Juling was humble and gentle: "What I want to do has never been done, so I'm not in the mood to mention it, is it okay not to say it?" (to be continued......)