Chapter 119: Substitute Grassman

In terms of means, Su Yue relies on the killing sword formula to run rampant in the realm of foundation. However, if he meets the kind of strong man who is close to the spiritual platform, even the sword formula of slaughtering will not be of great use. After all, this is only his main means of attack, not the bottom card.

Su Yue's real card is the magic power and silence of the top sect of Dongtu.

According to Ye Xiao, this magic power was also not small in the Demon Demon Sect in those years. It belongs to the secret that is not passed on. As long as you understand the silence finger, the wind and thunder finger, the meteorite finger is qualified to join the Demon Sect and be directly promoted to the true disciple.

The Northern Region is the weakest in the fairyland, and the limitations of the family power are also the largest. The strength of the Eastern Region is second only to Zhongzhou. The Demon Demon Demon Sect, the top sect of the Eastern Region, is equivalent to the terrorist force of the ancient family in the Northern Regions. Not to mention the true disciple, if Su Yue is an ordinary inner disciple of the Demon Demon Sect, he can run rampant in the Northern Regions, even if it is big The children of the family will greet each other with a smile when they see him.

It can be seen how important this evil spirit sect estimates these three-style magical power. Since Su Yue practiced the silence finger, every time he used it, he was bound to reverse the war situation. It was by relying on the silence finger that he continuously killed the Zheng family's genius and reached the current point.

At the beginning, it was very difficult to use the silence finger on the second floor of the foundation, and its power was not complete. At this moment, Su Yue is equivalent to a half-step spiritual platform, which is equivalent to saying that it is a hundred times stronger. He is looking forward to how much the silence finger will reach.

I heard Su Yue's cold cry, and then the blood was permeated between his eyes. On that day, after his fingertips, the seeds full of killing and death, which were condensed into the sea of knowledge, also suddenly emitted a cold and dark light. The cold and pure magic gas spread from the sea of self-knowledge and rose to the air.

The wooden sword covered the sky and covered the sun, and stabbed Su Yue. However, Su Yue flew randomly, and his eyes were full of blood. His whole momentum turned around and became domineering, just like a murderous and cruel magic cultivation. He suddenly looked up and saw the magnifying wooden sword, slowly pointing side by side, then raised it and pointed to the wooden sword!

Rumble!

The momentum of the wooden sword is so powerful, and the spirit of the wood spirit rolls down like a river. However, at the moment when Su Yue's finger is raised, the surging spirit of the spirit of wood seems to be stimulated by some kind, and suddenly rolls back, making a roaring sound of wind.

The fragrance of grass all over the sky quietly dispersed. Instead, it was the horror that made people's hearts cold. The wooden sword was crushed, but it was crushed by magic gas little by little. The darkness was filled with the breath of killing wrapped the wooden sword, holding it, and delayed its impact. In the dark magic air, a few hysterical madness suddenly came. Roar, it's like the roar of a fierce ghost!

This roar made the monk surname Mu, who was united with the wooden sword, suddenly open his eyes and sweated coldly. His eyes looked around through the wooden sword, and his lips trembling.

"Magic Xiu..."

Sword cultivation is warlike but not addicted to killing. Sword cultivation kills decisively but does not kill innocent people indiscriminately. Magic cultivation is different. It is not only warlike, but also addicted to killing. It not only kills innocent people indiscriminately, but also regards the creatures in the world as ants. Therefore, people will be in awe in the face of sword cultivation, and people will be afraid in the face of magic practitioners! The monk surnamed Mu suddenly saw this pure magic gas, which seemed to contain the killing blood of hundreds of thousands of people, and his heart was extremely cold.

"Silent finger!"

Of course, Su Yue would not explain to him. Just when the wooden sword was stagnant, his fingers emitted an evil and cold light, and the light gradually expanded. With a low shout, it fell from the sky!

The magic gas turns into a black fog, covering the sky and covering the sun. Su Yue's fingertips shines into the sky, like the sun, shining brightly, but there is no semi-ignition heat and light. The black light condensed sun is cold and dark, and the light is also like the cold wind roaring in winter, making people feel cold.

"What is that?"

Many people were apprehed and asked with difficulty.

The next moment, the black light condensed light burst, and the endless magic gas, and the spirit of killing vented. In the place where the magic spirit of killing lingered, a finger appeared, as if it were truding from another space, full of quaint, evil and other strange colors. This finger kept sticking out, the form was huge, and finally It is the same as the wooden sword, a hundred feet in size, and spans there, just like the pillars that support heaven and earth.

The spiritual power in his body was quickly drained, and even Ye Xiao was unlucky. The soul power recovered with the help of the Tianling elixir was also absorbed by the domineering of this silent finger. In a blink of an eye, both Su Yue and Ye Xiao were pale, and there was a chill in his heart. The consumption of this silent finger was too much. He is now equivalent to a half-step spiritual platform. But it's still so hard to use this magic power!

This also made him realize that the power of this magic power increases with his cultivation, and the consumption of this magic power is the same. The consumption of all the spiritual power on the second floor of the foundation can exert the silence finger, and the half-step spiritual platform also needs to consume all the power, which makes Su Yue have to guess that if he reaches the spiritual platform, it is not Does it take all the effort to exert this magic power? If so, the power of this silence finger is simply unimaginable!

Sure enough, just when Su Yueshan was exhausted and there was almost no trace of spiritual power, the huge finger in the void was finally completely formed. It did not absorb the power. Looking up, even Su Yue showed a trace of surprise.

Just a finger is across there, there is a violent breath leakage, and the aftershocks make the space very unstable, as if it is unbearable, and there are constantly illusory space ripples spreading around.

Compared with this finger, the same huge wooden sword is much weakened by its fierceness, giving people a sense of being a little witch. This is also a restraint between attributes. The magic is the most evil and powerful. Naturally, it is stronger than the offensive ability of the wooden attribute that represents vitality. The former represents the cold and dark dead silence, and the latter represents natural vitality. The vitality can be said to be a sworn enemy, but in the current situation, there is no doubt that silence has pressed the wooden sword.

"Who the hell are you!"

From the wooden sword came the extremely unstable roar of the monk surnamed Mu. The roar was full of unwillingness and anger. He found that he had been teased, thinking that this boy was a helpless man, but he did not expect that he had hidden so deeply, and the cards were endless, and even now forced him to a dead end!

He had never heard of the magic power of silence, but this did not prevent him from feeling the horror of this magic power. He thought that even if he used the "wood spirit to slaughter the sky", he was not sure to compete with the silence finger. All kinds of emotions returned to ethereal under pressure. He began to calm down. The hundred feet of giant sword stood in the sky, and it was said that he was strong and calm. Sound.

"Wait a minute!"

"You and I don't have a deep hatred. There is no need to fight like this!"

"Let's stop. I won't bother you. In the future, we will go our separate ways and go our separate ways..."

He said so, as if he was subduing softly. Naturally, outsiders were surprised and inexplicably, but Su Yue just sneered.

"Wait a minute?"

"Although you and I don't have a deep hatred, I have already known the secret of the Tuling Cave. I don't believe you will give up this great creation!"

"If I stop, I'm afraid you will attract family masters and kill me as soon as you turn around. Do you think I'm so stupid?"

"...Also, once the silence finger is used, even I can't control it, let alone take it back!"

Except for the first sentence, Su Yue said the rest of the words in his heart. After that, he raised his head and watched the hundred-foot giant finger fall from the sky, and his fingertips flashed coldly, boundlessly fierce.

In the eyes of others, Su Yue sneered, and then took action without hesitation, as if to completely kill the monk surnamed Mu. This feeling made the monk Mu's face hot. The ant he had been looking down on dared to treat him like this. He bit his lip and knew that a big war was inevitable. He was angry and regretful at the same time. If he didn't despise this person at the beginning, he would have killed him directly. What's the point?

Thinking that he personally auctioned the Tianling elixir and gave to Su Yue as capital, his heart was full of pain. This pain made his murderous intention more vigorous, and he decided to fight desperately.

"Mu Ling slaughters the sky!"

The hundred-foot-long giant sword crosses the sky, covering the sky and the sun, and the fierce sword rushes to the sky. It is like a continuous waterfall, with the beginning and end connected. The huge fingers that seem to be stretched out from the distant demon world exuded a fierce spirit, facing this hundred-foot giant sword, and then collided!

Bum!

At the first time the two collided, the giant finger broke, turned into a continuous black fog, wrapped the hundred-foot giant sword, and then devoured it!

The spirit of the wood spirit is unwilling to show weakness, and it is endless. It fights against the power of death. The monk surnamed Mu, who is united with the wooden sword, is crazy. Unexpectedly, he clenched his fist heavily. The countless wooden attribute aura contained in the hundred-foot wooden sword quickly contracted into a ball, and then exploded!

I saw that the black fog was suddenly washed away, and the wood attribute aura was messy, escaping everywhere, struggling in the dead silence.

The monk surnamed Mu was blown away from afar, flying backwards like a rag pocket. His clothes were broken, and his skin was also full of blood stains. His mouth was sprayed with blood, his eyes were bleeding, and even his ears were bleeding. In the end, 48,000 pores of his whole body were spewing out a blood line. In an instant, he became a blood man!

What he saw in his eyes was the black fog, which was endless. What he heard in his ears was still the strong roar of the wooden sword explosion. When he woke up and finally regained a little reason, he saw the light cyan sword tip constantly expanding in his pupils!

It was Su Yue. At this critical moment, he swallowed the elixir to restore his vitality, reluctantly supported him to reach him, and stabbed him in the chest with a sword!

The long sword passed through his chest, and the blood spewed out in an instant. Su Yue's clothes were stained with blood, and his whole body looked a little ferocious.

"I won!"

Su Yue said.

The monk surnamed Mu lowered his head and looked at the long sword through his heart, but he was strangely not feeling pain. He only felt a trace of coldness, and the light of resentment appeared in his vague pupils stained with blood.

"I lost, but I won't die. The next time we meet, it will be when I kill you!"

While talking, he held the blade of the sword and pulled out little by little. Suddenly, a ferocious smile appeared. His whole body became illusory, and in the end, it completely disappeared.

The sword body was still dripping with blood, but the monk surnamed Mu did disappear. Su Yue spread out his hand, and a broken grassman appeared in his palm.

"The stand-in grass man!"