When you first start using Taiyu Abi Sword, you must first refine your own sword energy to a subtle and subtle state. The so-called subtlety is to master and control the sword energy to the extreme.
With one sword strike, 3,600 invisible sword energies are formed, cutting off the enemy inch by inch. Only with this kind of skill can one enter the next stage of practice.
Su Che used sword energy to fight the enemy before. Basically, he cut them away with one sword and then crushed them with his huge sword energy.
Such subtle operations are rarely used.
"A mortal."
Clumps of flesh and blood squirmed on King Kong Yaaksha's body. His eyes, mouth and nose gradually returned to their original appearance, and the bones began to extend downward along the skull, and the muscles, Blood vessels, like balls of cotton wool, sprouted on his bones.
"You think you are a true immortal with your little tricks?"
The Vajra Yasha named Nado roared loudly.
"We are trapped in the hungry ghost realm for countless eons, and we will fight every day, because of you..."
Su Che waved his right hand, and the Nine Nether Burning God Yin was cremated. Like a giant snake, it meanders up and engulfs the newly formed Vajra Yaksa here.
"Ahhhh..."
"Your mouth is much harder than your body."
Su Che shook his head.
The kid who was sitting in front of the plaque in the ancestral hall has run away to nowhere.
"Mortals...ah...we..."
Vajra Yaksa knelt on the ground, his whole body burned by blue flames. While struggling painfully, he was still mumbling words.
Su Che walked to the other side and put down the tied man.
As soon as he put it down, the man howled like a wounded beast and ran to the pile of bones next to the cauldron to rummage desperately.
He took apart the ribs, phalanges, femurs, skull, ulna and bones, and pieces of bones still stained with meat. When he took them apart, he grinned, but there was no sound.
His hands were trembling, and he curled up and buried his head deeply in the soil.
"Mom... Xiaocao..."
A severe cold froze the crops in the field to death. There were successive earthquakes, and even the house collapsed.
In order to survive, the man took his mother and newlywed wife on the road to escape the disaster.
Passing through this village, the local villagers enthusiastically introduced them into the ancestral hall, burned a pot and cooked porridge, saying that they had worked hard all the way and wanted to eat something hot before setting out on the road.
But who knew that not long after, these dark demons would arrive.
The first person to die was Zhao Da next door. He was a hunter and the bravest man in the village. He picked up a wooden stick and was about to fight the monster, but his internal organs were removed.
The beast opened his stomach in front of the whole village, tore out his liver, put it into his mouth and chewed it.
Everyone gave up.
Kneel on the ground and kowtow, the hospitable masters in this villagePeople then tied up outsiders like themselves and gave them to the demon.
My mother and some other elderly people in the village were the first to stand up. They knelt on the ground and begged the devil to eat them first and spare the young people.
"We are old. When it's time to eat, if the kings eat all these children, who will they eat in the future? Please be kind to them and eat me first."< /p>
The mother's words were like a stone, weighing on the man's heart, making him reluctant to even cry loudly.
The devil replied not to worry, everyone has a share.
For three days, all the men and women in the village were fed by this group of monsters. Originally, he was going to be eaten the next day.
The usually quiet wife stood up and invited the demons to eat her.
"A Liang, don't cry. I'm timid. If you go ahead, I'll be even more scared. I'll go first and wait for you over there. I'm afraid of the dark, so you must hurry up. Find me.”
The man couldn’t shed tears when he thought of his wife’s gentleness.
Now among the handfuls of bones, he could no longer tell which ones belonged to his mother who suffered from poverty and which ones belonged to his gentle and kind-hearted wife.
Ah...
He looked up at the sky.
The reason for all this.
Lu Bai sighed and walked slowly behind him.
"Get up. It's cold at night, so put on some clothes first."
It's cold, what's the point of clothes?
I have nothing left.
The man suddenly raised his head, his eyes were like deep pools with no bottom.
"Gods, you must be gods from the East China Sea." The man kept banging his head on the ground: "Gods, please save my mother, save my wife, they died not long ago... "
"We are not gods." Lu Bai shook his head: "We don't have the means of living dead, flesh and bones."
"My heart is very sincere, gods. Sincerely."
The man kowtowed and finally cried.
Sigh.
Su Che sighed.
God? If it weren't for those aloof gods, how could Cizhou become what it is now.
Buddhas of the Western Kingdom, take a good look at your work of rescuing those in need.
"We are not gods and cannot save your wife."
The man got up from the ground in a daze.
He looked at Lu Bai blankly, and then looked at the yaksha burning in the blazing fire.
"Thank you."
He whispered.
"Thank you so much, hero."
"It's a great kindness that I will never forget. Only..."
He took a step towards the nine-year-old man. Nether Burning God Yinhuo rushed over.
"...I will retaliate in the next life..."
As soon as he took a step forward, Lu Bai's tiger claws grabbed his shoulders one by one, locking him tightly.
"Are you crazy?"
Lu Bai roared: "You don't want to think about your mother..."
"Let him die."
Su Che's voice was cold.
"I thought I saved a man, but I didn't expect he was a coward."
The man struggled, biting his lower lip open, and bits and pieces of salty and bright red blood dripped down. on the ground.
His scarlet eyes stared at Suche and roared like a beast.
"What a hero. You don't have the courage to take revenge, but you have the courage to die. If you die like this, are you worthy of these bones?"
"We are not gods, and I will not be a god. , I am just an ordinary person between heaven and earth. They are not demons. They are called Yasha, one of the 36,800 kinds of hungry ghosts. They are naturally fond of stealing people's blood essence and blood. They have been sealed in the hungry ghost realm for countless years. , Now I don’t know how long it will take to crawl out of that cesspool.”
Su Che looked at this man.
"Want to die? You can hit the road now. I don't know how many such bastards are still wandering outside. Don't delay me in rescuing others."
"Mortals... Mortals can do it too. Kill the demon?"
"Bullshit, there is no one who can't be killed even if he's in poverty or hell?"
"I... …Can I do that too?”
“You can do it, but you can’t do it now.”
The man lowered his head in shame.
How can I do this now? When my mother stepped forward, I felt relieved. When my wife stepped in for me, I also had a moment of joy.
What can a person like me, a coward like me, do?
Su Che shook his head: "Since the beginning of the world, you are still thinking about slaying demons with your bare buttocks, and you are considered the number one person."