Chapter 391

Linghai, in the eyes of everyone, is by no means a place of good fortune.

This sea of ​​​​spirits has submerged and swallowed how many heroes of the heavens. So far, few monks have dared to try.

Su Zimo and Bai Yu rushed into the sea of ​​​​spirits one after the other, which immediately attracted exclamations.

The sea was originally only rough, but at the moment when the two broke in, Linghai seemed to be stimulated and suddenly boiled!

Thousands of layers of huge waves rolled up on the sea, with a height of 10,000 zhang, majestic and overwhelming.

Su Zimo and Bai Yu paused at the same time, looking at the huge waves covering the sky in front of them, their expressions changed greatly.

This is completely the power of heaven and earth, and manpower cannot resist it at all!

In front of this stormy sea, Su Zimo and the two seemed so small and humble.

Boom!

The huge wave fell, slamming the two into the deep sea!

This kind of power is hard to resist even if Jin Dan came to him. Before entering the sea, Su Zimo took a quick breath and held his breath.

In the blink of an eye, the two were swallowed by the sea of ​​​​spirits.

Only when he really entered the spirit sea, did Su Zimo realize the saber aura that the cultivator just said.

Every drop of seawater contains a sharp edge, like a blade, cutting Su Zimo's body from all directions.

With his powerful physical body, he faintly felt the pain!

Su Zimo was secretly shocked.

If an ordinary monk came and was swallowed by the sea of ​​​​spirits, I am afraid that it would be torn to pieces in less than ten breaths.

suddenly!

Su Zimo's heart flickered with warning signs, and the water behind him made a very unusual fluctuation. It seemed that there was something sharp, breaking through the heavy waves and stabbing straight at it.

"It's White Feather!"

Even after entering the spirit sea, Bai Yu still did not give up chasing and killing Su Zimo.

Su Zimo exerted all his strength, the whole person was like a dragon, jumped, resurfaced to the sea, stepped on the water, and continued to run towards the mountain of knives.

White Feather followed.

The tide in front was rolling and getting louder and louder. I saw a white line between the sea and the sky, and the waves were surging.

In the blink of an eye, Su Zimo and the two were once again engulfed by the rushing waves.

He jumped up again and again, and was smashed down by the waves again and again.

Under the baptism of endless sword energy, Su Zimo also felt the pressure.

The deeper he goes into the Spiritual Sea, the more terrifying the power of Jing Tao.

The deep sea continued to roar, and the waves burst into waves. It seemed that they would not stop until they were drowned and swallowed by Su Zimo!

The speed of the two became slower and slower.

The distance between the two is getting farther and farther.

In the flesh, Bai Yu couldn't compare to Su Zimo after all.

At this time, Bai Yu felt a little exhausted and dizzy.

The longer the time in the spirit sea, the more knife energy penetrated into the body.

When it reaches the limit that the body can bear, the whole body will be torn to pieces by the endless sword energy, and the flesh, bones, and internal organs will be torn apart by the sword energy!

Bai Yu can already feel that the sword energy in the spirit sea has penetrated into the inner organs!

He jumped up, came to the sea, took a deep breath, and a faint salty smell came from the depths of his throat.

"Can't chase it any longer!"

Bai Yu's heart froze.

Returning to shore now, he still has a chance.

When he really entered the depths of the spiritual sea, even if he wanted to return, it was too late!

Looking at Su Zimo, who was still floating in the sea of ​​​​spirits, there was a trace of resentment in Bai Yu's eyes.

He was still a little unwilling to be unable to kill Su Zimo himself.

However, in his opinion, if Su Zimo continued to move forward, he would definitely die!

Because the waves in the deep sea are even more turbulent, and the sword energy is even more fierce!

After thinking about this, Bai Yu sneered, turned and galloped towards the shore, and Su Zimo was getting farther and farther from the shore...

Su Zimo ignored Bai Yu's movements.

In this spiritual sea, with Bai Yu's physical body, he can't catch up with him at all!

Su Zimo's attention is all on how to resist the tide coming from all directions, how to pass the test and reach the knife mountain!

After Bai Yu arrived at the shore, her face was pale, and she hurriedly sat cross-legged, and started to run the bloodline exercise to expel the knife energy in her body.

...

After a long time.

On the coast, thousands of cultivators looked at the tiny figure in the sea of ​​​​spirits, everyone opened their mouths, and their faces showed shock.

Two hours have passed, and that person is still struggling to move forward in the sea of ​​​​spirits.

This result has exceeded everyone's expectations.

In front of everyone, although Su Zimo is small at this time, he is not humble!

Such an unyielding will makes everyone moved.

The road of cultivating the Tao is not like this. If there is no such will and such perseverance, how can it be possible to reach the end of the road?

"Is it really possible for him to pass the sword emperor's inheritance?"

"Impossible, since the ages, only one person has succeeded, this person... impossible!"

"Looking at his appearance, it seems that he can't hold on anymore."

Many monks whispered.

Bai Yu suddenly opened his eyes, let out a long sigh, and his face returned to a bloody ruddy.

After two hours of practice, the sword energy in the body was completely expelled.

And during this time, Su Zimo was still moving forward in the tide, wrestling with Jingtao, and enduring the Ling Chi of the sword!

"I don't believe that you can reach the Mountain of Knives!"

Bai Yu's eyes were gloomy, looking into the distance, gritted his teeth and said.

At this moment, on the sea in the distance, another turbulent wave rolled up, smashing heavily on the figure.

The figure was shocked and fell into the sea again.

Such a scene, many monks have long been numb, and they are all too familiar.

Before long, that figure will jump out of the sea again.

A quarter of an hour passed, and there was no movement.

Half an hour later, still the same, that person seems to have disappeared.

The smile in Bai Yu's eyes grew stronger and stronger.

Only an hour later, everyone was really sure that the scholar-like monk in blue shirt had been buried in the sea of ​​​​spirits.

"Oh, it's a pity. If this person's cultivation realm is stronger, it may really be possible to pass the test."

"Yeah, he's just building the foundation of the five veins, he has huge potential, and his future achievements are limitless."

The two monks expressed regret.

Hearing these two sentences, Bai Yu's expression on the reef in front of him turned cold, his murderous intention suddenly rose, his figure flashed, and he came to the two of them.

puff! puff!

Blood flashed.

These two knives were extremely fast, and the two monks were unprepared. They were directly wiped by Bai Yu's neck with two knives.

The Shura Sect uses killing to prove the Tao, and if he wants to kill, he will kill without asking why or explaining it.

The expressions of the remaining cultivators changed drastically, and they scattered, pulling away from Bai Yu and hiding far away.

Killing two people in a row, Bai Yu's face was as usual, as if he had done the most ordinary thing, he sat back on a reef and continued to practice with closed eyes.

Nobody knows.

In the deepest part of the Linghai Sea, there was a figure stepping on the sand and gravel on the seabed, leaning on a blood-colored long knife in his left hand, and he continued to move forward step by step.

The bottom of the sea is dark and cold, but those eyes exude a bright and deep light, firm as a mountain, never wavering!