After a while, the red spirit gradually dissipated, revealing two figures.

Di Xing's eyes were staring, looking frightened, and the soul in the sky was covered with five more blood holes, gurgling and bleeding, and had already fallen.

Su Qin trembled all over, his muscles and bones creaked, and he regained his figure in the blink of an eye.

After changing into a clean green shirt, Su Qin picked up the storage bag on the waist of the two of them, took out the map, compared it with the direction, and ran away.

Daoshan Linhai is about two or three days away from Xuantian City.

On the way, Su Qin opened Liu Yu and Di Xing's storage bags and looked at them.

Initially, he thought it would be better to find a way to teach the kind of imperial instrument that could manipulate ten bone spurs.

He could have practiced this royal weapon and then used his own sword!

In this way, even if you don't compress the sword formation, just with the skill of this hand sword, it will be enough to show the great power of killing and cutting!

But to his disappointment, there was nothing worth touching in their storage bags.

But after thinking twice, Su Qin can also understand.

To teach this kind of court art, it must be a secret of the sect, how can it be casually put in a storage bag?

Just like the three mysteries of the illusory Mu Feng, not to mention Su Qin and the others, even Jin Dan was not qualified to bring the secrets to the body.

Although in this war, although the disciples of the Liuli Palace and the Diqiao Sect were killed, Su Qin was also constantly reflecting and reflecting.

Although he has fought countless battles since his practice, he has rarely fought with his disciples at these levels.

The only time, deep underground.

Su Qin defeated the five demons of the Demon Gate with one enemy and five enemies.

That war gave him a fantasy in his heart, and at the same time it was a magical door!

In this way, what immortal gate, Buddhism is naturally not afraid.

Moreover, in the past few years, Su Qin has neither suffered defeat at the same stage, but also crossed the level of slashing many times.

In Su Qin's combat cognition, even if the opponent's practice is very high, he can use his physical method and degree to shorten the distance and close to killing it!

And this war completely made Su Qin wake up and let go of the contempt in his heart.

A truly formidable opponent with the mere skill of a brilliant Imperial weapon can limit your physical style and movements, leaving you with nowhere to hide, let alone a chance of approaching you!

Di Xing's ten bone spurs, angled, full of power, fast, attack like clouds and water, without intervals.

Su Qin was tired of dealing with it, let alone the close-quarters combat he had to kill his opponent.

It is also the fear and strength of those who practice and practice.

It is true that most cultivators are indeed physically weak, and it is true that once approached by monsters, it is almost impossible to escape to death.

But cultivators can rely on a large number of spiritual skills, spiritual weapons, to limit the movement of monsters!

Sports practitioners and gas practitioners have their own advantages and disadvantages.

Who is stronger depends on which side has the more prominent advantage.

Just like in the First Fang Cai War, Su Qin only carried blood, which was not enough to resist the attack of ten bone spurs.

But when he appeared, the blood, power, and degree of the explosion were raised to another level, infinitely expanding the physicist's advantage so that opponents could fight at close range!

Only Di Xing and Liu Yu made Su Qin feel so tricky, if he went against Pei Chunyu and Xue Yang, I am afraid it would be even more difficult.

But the glass palace, taught by the devil on the ground, is just a fairy door, a magic door.

There are nine schools in Xianmen, seven in the Magic Gate, and six temples in the Buddhist Gate. These ancient patriarchal doors are rich in detail, and the mystical art is innumerable. What terrible means would their true disciples have? What terrible means should they have?

Knowing this, Su Qin's eyes did not show the slightest worry, but flashed excitedly.

He delved deep into the ancient battlefield, ostensibly to perfectly open the Pulse Pill.

But in fact, deep down, he wanted to see disciples at these levels.

Su Qin wants to fight!

Fight around the world!

In his bones, there is always a sense of pride that is no less than that of people!

......

Su Qin relied on abundant breathing and strong physical strength to run day and night without stopping.

Even in the middle of the night, he had no scruples, scattered a powerful and rich evil spirit, and walked his way, and few monsters dared to step forward easily.

Two days later, Su Qin's level gradually slowed down, and he looked at the sky in the distance, his eyes showing a deeply shocked color.

Su Qin had never seen the legendary Dao Mountain Spirit Sea.

But when he got here, he already knew that the mountain in front of him, the sea, must be.

Before approaching, Su Qin's ears could hear the sound of the surging tide, roaring, and shaking the spirit of the heart.

The smell of moisture comes out of your face.

This breath is not moist air, but. A damp aura, rich and pure!

"Is it true that the boundless sea in front of us is made of spiritual energy?"

Su Qin's heart flashed over this thought, and he couldn't help but be startled.

At this time, not far away, there was a sound of torn clothes, and a few monks had just arrived, and the conversation between them attracted Su Qin's attention.

"This Sword Mountain and the Elven Sea, even if they can't get the inheritance of the Sword Emperor, they still have to come to worship. ”

It is said that in ancient times, before the Emperor of Heaven left the Great Sixth of the Heavenly King, he did not want to pass through the sword path of a hundred warriors in the wilderness, so he plundered thousands of miles of spiritual energy and stone mines, condensed into the sea, and merged into a mountain, so that there are today's immortal traces and Daoshan Linghai.

"Great!"

Someone shouted.

Su Qin was also shocked and darkened.

Between the two hands, what does it mean to gather gases into the sea and stones into the mountains?

Catch the moon than the mountain, burn the sky and cook the sea!

The most terrifying thing is that this sea of spirits was condensed in ancient times, and I don't know how many years it has been.

The years have passed, time has flown by, even the ancient door, has been destroyed, there is no trace, this remains are still well preserved, there is no sign of drying!

If the legend is true, perhaps the Emperor of the Sword has surpassed the level of a practitioner.

There has always been a proverb in the realm of truth: at the end of the path of truth, the fairy of myth is illusory and visionary!

However, no one can give a definite answer as to whether there are gods or not.

However, when Su Qin wanted to come, even if it was a legendary fairy trick, it was the same.

Approaching, Daoshan Linghai brought a greater impact to Su Qin!

There are countless black reefs on the coast, and somehow they are covered with traces of sharp weapons, one after the other, startling.

The tide roared, majestic and majestic, and the waves crashed against the shore, rolling up layers of snow like waves.

On the front line of the sea and sky, stands a mountain, towering among the clouds.

The mountain is shaped like a long knife and sticks upside down in the sea. The blade is long and steep, and the hilt looms in the clouds.

This is the mountain and the sea!

There are six swords of the Heavenly King, and there are very few simple sword cultivations, let alone in this ancient battlefield. (6) The sword is respected by the sword, and simple sword cultivation is very rare, let alone in this ancient battlefield.

Even if the ruins in front were left by the Sword Emperor, there were not many monks gathered here, and there were thousands of people looking out along the coastline.

Strangely, most of the monks stood a little further from the coast, as if afraid of the spectered ocean, whispering, pointing.

Su Qin didn't know much about Daoshan Linghai, so he came to the crowd and listened carefully.

"When the Sword King swept through the sky and rushed to the sea, if he could practice in this sea of spirit, it would definitely be of great benefit. In the crowd, a thin monk's eyes twinkled, and he muttered.

"Oh"

"It's really ignorant"

As soon as the man's voice fell, there were voices of ridicule and ridicule in the crowd.

At first, the man blushed, stretched his neck, and retorted, "Where did I say something wrong?"

"The aura in the spiritual sea is indeed rich and pure, but it is full of endless sword spirits, sharp, you have entered the spiritual ocean, you must endure the baptism of these sword spirits!"

"Just like you, you just stepped into the ocean of spirit, and before you could take a few steps, you exploded and died!"

"Hey, since ancient times, this sea of spirits, I don't know how many proud people have been buried, if you are not afraid of death, you can go in and try. ”

Su Qin's eyes flashed.

No wonder there are traces of sharp weapons on the rocks on the shore.

It turns out that in this sea of spirits, the existence of the sword spirit is endless, and people who are physically weak cannot bear it at all!

It's too close to the coast, the sea is raging, the waves are rough, and people come and go, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out again.

"This is the test left by the Sword King," said one of the monks. "If you want to be passed on, you must cross this sea of spirits and climb the Dao Mountain!"

Su Qin looked out, Dao Mountain stood at the end of the sea, and at this time it was really far away from the sky, out of reach.

"It's not easy. ”

The emaciated monk pointed to Daoshan and proudly rushed to the sky. "I'll wait for the sword to fly away," he shouted. "Although the mountain is far away, I am afraid that I will not be able to reach it day and night. ”

"Hah!"

The crowd erupted in laughter.

One person shook his head and said, "If the test left by the Sword Emperor is so simple, then only one person can pass the exam, from ancient times to the present. ”

The voice did not fall, and a monk happened to be in the distance, looking very excited.

The man sacrificed a spiritual knife from the storage bag, jumped on the knife, ran out of spiritual power, and rebuked: "Disease!"

Wow!

The man turned into a stream of light, crossed the ocean of spirit, and broke free in the direction of Daoshan.

Most of the monks in the crowd were laughed and mocked, as if waiting to see some joke.

Su Qin knew that this was not that simple.

Before the thought was over, the monk had just crossed the Sea of the Holy Spirit when he suddenly stopped, paused for a while, and began to fall.

No matter if this person tosses and turns in mid-air, it won't help.

Before falling into the sea of spirits, it was swallowed up by the waves.

"Ahh

The man floated and sank in a sea of spirits, with an occasional scream, and after a while, he vanished.