Chapter 331 Wu Duo

Su Ming's plain words contained a chill that made the silent wind tremble. As Su Ming raised his right hand and pointed to the wind, the wandering moon wings around the wind suddenly went straight to the wind in the sharp roar. After wrapping it in layers, when the first sun rose completely at this moment, the wind did not completely dissipate. .

The re-integration of Yueyi made He Feng have a sense of escape from death. His inner feelings for Su Ming and fear occupied the rebellion. He felt that he could not explore Su Ming's will. The other party's thoughts were very different from the common sense he thought.

Just like today, he thought that Su Ming would not really kill himself without saying anything. In fact, he did not die, but He Feng knew that if he had spoken slowly just now, it would be death to wait for him now.

Hefeng has a very strong wildness and is unwilling to be someone else's slave. At this moment, fear occupies most of his heart, but slowly, as his fear becomes less and less, he may still... appear to counterattack.

But for now, he didn't dare to kill again without finding how to avoid this strong threat in the sun.

Su Ming knows this in his heart.

He really didn't want to kill Hefeng like this. After all, his cultivation is strange and can play a great role in the battle of witchcraft hunting in Tianlan. As for this kind of person's counter-eating behavior, Su Ming has his own plan.

The harmony that re-integrated with the moon wing turned into a shadow. After paying a lingering look at Su Ming's heart, it honestly integrated into Su Ming's shadow.

On the ground, there are two bloody heads of Linlin and a withered and rotten mummified corpse.

When the fire ape saw Su Ming wake up, he gasped aside, picked up the head of the witch's thick man, and played with it in his hand. If this scene was seen by others, it was inevitable to be shocked.

The sound of the song around Su Ming gradually disappeared with the rise of the early sun and the light covering the earth. He looked at the blue sky, took a deep breath, and slowly stood up from his knees all night.

When he got up, bursts of crackling sound suddenly came from Su Ming's [body]. The sound was like bones colliding, like flesh and blood rubbing. With the rotation of the sound, the mountain lines on Su Ming's face appeared. Under his chest clothes, the Wushan tribe transformed, the snow huā fell, and his right eye was

Su Ming's hair was windless and automatic. He stood on the ground, raised his head, and slowly, his feet floated three feet away from the ground.

A strong breath of cultivation suddenly broke out from Su Ming's [body].

Before the auction, at the end of the first heart change, his cultivation had reached the late stage of Kaichen, only one step away from the great perfection. At this time, Su Ming had a clear understanding that he needed to lose the sound of the song and play the music in his memory. If he could do this, he could let his Wushan Manwen and memory The full integration made the wave of barbarian lines shake, so that his cultivation went directly from the late stage of the dust to the great perfection of the dust!

After the auction, Su Ming came all the way until he recovered the repaired damage, the three-day forgotten journey, and it was not until the night of the fourth day that he slowly did it. In the quiet night, the night of killing, the bloody night, he finally played the real damage, which made the damage have a soul.

This soul is the memory of Su Ming. This soul is the soul of Su Ming's concubine!

Su Ming's momentum on his body was getting stronger and stronger. After a moment, the earth rolled up within a radius of hundreds of feet, and the trees were rattling, as if there was a strong wind roaring and circling.

Su Ming's body floated a few feet from the ground, and his eyes showed a bright light, and a sense of strength was in his hands.

Between the great perfection of Kaichen and the later stage of Kaichen, there seems to be only one realm, but in fact, the great perfection belongs to the ultimate of Kaichen and the strongest level in the realm of Kaichen.

People who have reached this level can be called open dust perfection or secondary bone. Because of this level, they are far away from the sacrificial bone of the barbarians, like a piece of paper.

If it is broken, it will be broken as soon as it is poked. If it is not broken, it will not be weakened by years.

Su Ming's body slowly fell from mid-air. When he stepped on the earth, his hair slowly scattered on his shoulders. He closed his eyes. When he opened it after a moment, his eyes were calm.

"This is the morning of the fifth day, and there are still two days left... From here to the Tianlan barrier, there is not enough time." When Su Ming just closed his eyes, in addition to calming the fluctuation of his cultivation, he also felt the location of his vitality.

He can faintly feel the direction and roughly judge the distance from where he is.

"That's it..." Su Ming's eyes flashed, picked up the witch woman's head and threw it to the fire ape. The fire ape jumped up, caught the eyebrows and smiled, carried the long hair of the two heads, tied it to his waist, and patted Su Ming on the chest, showing a strong look.

Then Su Ming walked to the mummified corpse with bat tattoos on his face, and his right hand was cut on his shriveled neck. The click came out. Before Su Ming could pick up the man's head, the fire ape beside him couldn't help running over and grabbed the man's head, so that the witch's In the place, there was no fresh blood.

The fire ape was even more proud. He quickly tied the third head to his waist, shook it a few times, and looked more and more excited?

Su Ming did not look up, but stared at the headless body in front of him. After patting it, he took out a straw pocket.

The pocket looked very broken, but after Su Ming held it in his hand, he found that this thing had the same function as the storage bag. He swept it and left his own mark on the bag like a broken bamboo.

"What?" Su Ming knocked down the pocket in the palm of his hand, and a stone the size of a nail cover fell out of it. The stone was colorful in the sun, and it seemed to be wrapped in cigarettes, which looked quite beautiful.

There are no more than a hundred stones like this in this leather bag.

In addition, there are some herbs that Su Ming has never seen, and the amount of these herbs is also quite large.

After groping for the corpse, Su Ming frowned and got up and disappeared again. When he appeared this time, it was in the other direction, beside the witch woman's dragonfly. After groping for a while, there was still no grass bag.

Su Ming's eyes flashed slightly. After getting up in the jungle, he walked into the distance. The fire ape followed him. He didn't know where to find the huge tomahawk and carried it on his shoulder. The toma axe was very heavy, but the fire ape was born with divine power, but it did not feel heavy.

Su Ming looked at it with a smile on his face.

"Xiao Hong." Su Ming opened his mouth softly.

The fire ape looked up and rolled his eyes at Su Ming and ignored it.

Su Ming smiled and rushed straight to the front and galloped away. The fire ape hurriedly followed, looking like a competition. Obviously, he was not reconciled to losing to Su Ming in speed before.

One person and one monkey galloped all the way. After an hour, he left the jungle and appeared on a vast plain. The grassland was windy and clattended. Some wild huā bloomed, emitting a delicate fragrance, making it beautiful when it was deserted here.

"How about here?" Su Ming stopped, stood on the plain, and slowly opened his mouth. His voice echoed in all directions. The fire ape looked around, thinking that Su Ming was talking to him, so he rolled his eyes again.

"Your Excellency followed all the way and sent Mo here, but he was always silent. Could it be that he was not ready to take action?" Su Ming turned around, his eyes were bright, and he looked behind him in the distance.

The fire ape was stunned and immediately took it away.

But on the grass, when the wind swept the grass, a thin figure slowly appeared, walking towards Su Ming step by step, stopping dozens of feet away from Su Ming.

This is a thin and tall man. He wears a black gown and looks like he is in his thirties. His eyes are deep, and his hair is braided and scattered behind his head.

He stared at Su Ming with a solemn look.

Su Ming also looked at him, and their eyes were condensed dozens of feet apart.

"Hai Dongzong, Wu Duo!" For a long time, the man raised his right hand, and a dark blue token appeared in his hand, throwing it at Su Ming.

The token turned into a dark blue line and went straight to Su Ming, but Su Ming stepped back a few steps and let the token fall on the ground without touching it.

Seeing Su Ming's small move, the man's eyes shrank slightly.

"Wushan Department, Mosu." Su Ming said calmly.

"As for which sect you come from, it's not Mo's concern, but you took my booty, which needs to be replaced by Mo." Su Ming looked at the man. In his view, this man's cultivation did not reach the sacrifice bone. Like him, it was a great perfection.

But the feeling that this man brought to Su Ming was like meeting a lone wolf, far more than the previous three witches who were equivalent to sacrificing bones.

And he understood that if he could kill the three witches, Mosu in front of him must not only look at his cultivation. As for the Wushan Department, he had never heard of it. He thought it was fabricated by the other party.

"Maybe you followed me for this." Su Ming slowly opened his mouth and raised his right hand. In the palm of his hand, a colorful crystal the size of a nail cover appeared.