Chapter 13: Tearing Space ()

Jing Wuming hurriedly returned to the sect and resumed his life. Then he said that there was something wrong and immediately left the sect and went down the mountain. After a few hours, he stopped in various secret places and put the eight pure Yin corpses he had collected before into the storage ring. Then he released his spiritual sense and checked the surroundings. Seeing that there was nothing wrong, Jing Wuming escaped from the light and rushed to Meigu.

The storage ring is the meson space used by cultivators to store items, and cannot be stored in living people. However, it is OK to store corpses.

After arriving at Meigu, Jing Wuming was in seclusion for three days. Three days later, while Jing Chusu was sleeping, Jing Wuming took Su Xiaoyue to the back mountain and stopped in the mountain. Then he waved his hand and threw out a green tray with talismans on it, making crisp and pleasant sounds. Jing Wuming's lips moved slightly, chanting a few spells, and pointed at the tray far away. As his fingers flashed, a series of green beams submerged into the tray. The tray rotated rapidly, and a blue light ray was emitted, covering an inconspicuous rock.

Jing Wuming and Su Xiaoyue looked at each other, rushed towards the rocks covered by green light, and then passed through without any obstacles. The tray floating in the air also disappeared suddenly as the green light drifted away.

Inside the rocks, a long passage extended forward. Jing Wuming and the others walked in for a moment and came to a wide cave.

Inside the cave, there are a large number of bright night pearls illuminated, as bright as daytime. Jing Wuming sat cross-legged, and a little on his hand. Nine pure Yin corpses, including Jiang Qingyang, flew out, and automatically sat cross-legged, and his whole body was stiff.

The nine of them sat in the shape of a nine palace, and there was a very subtle red silk thread connected to each other, glowing red.

Then Jing Wuming took out nine jade boxes, a small black bottle, and three small gray flags. The small flag was engraved with dense black runes, inlaid with gold edges, and gray air was lingering.

After doing all this, Jing Wuming closed his eyes, entered into meditation and sat down. Su Xiaoyue sat down next to her, without saying a word.

An hour later, Jing Wuming opened his eyes and said, "Middle time has arrived, let's start!" As he said that, he stood up, took out his flying sword and inserted it on the ground, stirring it for a while, and carved out two deep pools on the ground.

The shape of these two pools is two exaggerated and distorted square characters. These two characters are "Yin and Yang".

Jing Wuming's satisfied look flashed, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of essence and blood. Then a spell was chanted, and the essence and blood burst out in the air, turning into a blood mist and floating into the pool. Jing Wuming pointed his hand forward, and the blood mist automatically gathered into a long bloodline, and painted a giant red talisman connected to the end and end around the pool.

"Now I'm going to split the crack in the space. This is the top priority. You can protect the Dharma for me!" Jing Wuming said.

Su Xiaoyue nodded, and a small flag appeared in her hand. She pointed at Jing Wuming. When the green light turned, a huge gap suddenly appeared on the top of the cave, and the stars in the sky were clearly visible.

Jing Wuming took out a small box and opened it, and blew it gently into it. A five-color smoke - red, yellow, blue, green and purple - suddenly floated out. As the light stirred, slight sand and stone flowed faintly.

This is the so-called five-color divine sand.

Jing Wuming took three small flags into his hand, inserted both sides on the ground, and held them in his hand. With a casual sense of consciousness, the five-color smoke automatically gathered and lingered on the small flag in his hand.

Jing Wuming pointed the small flag at the gap above his head, pointed to the sky from a distance, and threw it up. Then he retreated to the side, waved his hand, and a golden sword suddenly appeared.

Jing Wuming looked solemn, and his fingertips forced blood out of his fingertips. He quickly strode on the small sword, engraved several blood curses, opened his mouth and sprayed out several radises of natal energy into it, his face turned pale slightly.

After doing all this, Jing Wuming paused and looked at the sky.

After waiting for a while, I finally waited for a cloud to float over and hit the sky above my head.

Jing Wuming chanted a spell in his mouth, threw his hand, and the golden sword shot out and flew to the sky. Then, under the control of Jing Wuming's spiritual consciousness, that is, the huge mental power, the sword shook slightly in the air, and pulled out a large piece of sword flowers. It was divided into three, and then into nine. The sword body talisman spell flashed violently, and golden light flashed continuously, covering a hundred meters in the sky.

After a cup of tea, Jing Wuming's face turned pale, and the cloud in the sky finally reacted.

A strong wind suddenly blew in the originally calm air, blowing the clouds a little. Then the clouds rolled slowly, the speed became faster and faster, the color became darker and darker, and there was a faint light on the surface.

"It is really difficult to gather this thunder attribute spiritual energy to the extent that it can break through the cracks in the space. It will cost people a lifetime!" Jing Wuming took the opportunity to slap his hand, took out a pill with spiritual energy, swallowed it whole, and his complexion improved a little. Then the spell in his mouth became more and more urgent, and his hands were pinched repeatedly. A trace of true energy burst out from his hand, forming a spell, and disappeared immediately. The next moment, it appeared in the air and merged into the golden sword.

Finally, as the clouds rolled repeatedly, a sudden roar of lightning condensed to the thickness of the tank flashed, shooting downwards, slashing on the golden sword. Jing Wuming was shocked, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his face condensed, and he shook his fingers in the air. In the air, all the sword flowers suddenly gathered together, with the tip of the sword facing down, facing the small flag wrapped in five-colored divine sand.

Another lightning bolt slashed down quickly, slashing on the golden small sword. A talisman flashed on the small sword, and a golden light appeared. A thicker lightning slashed straight from the tip of the sword, passed through the gap, hit the small flag, making a violent sound.

The small flag was slashed by lightning and trembled continuously. The five-color smoke on it rolled rapidly, and the divine sand trembled violently. A gray silk thread suddenly appeared between the three small flags, connecting the head and tail, forming a triangle pattern, with runes flashing in the middle. The divine sand oscillated the air and made a violent pulling sound. It was about to break the space and form a crack.

Seeing this, Jing Wuming was delighted and pinched his fingers in the sky. At the same time, he spelled and recited it continuously. His spiritual consciousness turned into a special fluctuation, covering the surrounding space. The clouds in the sky rolled, and another lightning flash was slashed. Through the guidance of the golden sword, it hit the small flag hard. The five-colored divine sand accelerated again. The space suddenly fluctuated in chaos, and a crack was torn open by the divine sand.

Jing Wuming was overjoyed and quickly slapped out his palm. The true energy turned into a blue light column and shot it into it, stably and enlarged. Then he waved his other hand, and the golden little sword in the air flew back with a whistle.

As soon as Su Xiaoyue and the small sword entered the gap, they immediately shook the small flag in their hand and closed the gap on the top. The next moment, a huge lightning slashed down hard, slashing a large hole in the rocks with light shields outside. Then the clouds dispersed and the sky returned to calm.

On the other hand, Jing Wuming lost his true energy and his whole body was trembling, and he was shocked: "This stable dimension space is so difficult! If I hadn't been promoted to the God Transformation Stage, I wouldn't have been able to withstand such a large amount of consumption!"

He didn't dare to pause at the moment, and his spiritual consciousness swept into the cracks in the space, and at the same time he changed a spell to recite it quickly. This spell can communicate and connect the boundless sea of ​​blood in the ghost world and activate the water of the sea of ​​blood.

There are countless spaces between the boundless blood sea space in the ghost world and this space. They burst and gather, gather and burst, like bubbles. What Jing Wuming has to do is to find the space of the boundless blood sea through spells, and then collapse the stable dimensional space instantly, and break a crack in the ghost world space. Although the space will be closed and calmed down in just a moment, it only takes this little time to fill the blood pool that Jing Wuming has dug out.

There is no concept of distance between space, and some are only a space barrier separated by them. Moreover, the dimensional space between space can only allow the spiritual consciousness and true spiritual energy to enter. Any object or living person will cause the dimensional space to collapse and turn into nothingness as soon as it enters.

Even if the true energy enters, it can only stabilize the dimensional space for a short time, and it will still automatically collapse after a long time!

Only when a monk passes through the thunder tribulation and ascends through the air can he resist the collapse of the dimensional space and be safe and sound. If someone else enters the space crack, he will turn into ashes and dies.

After chanting the spell for a moment, Jing Wuming's spiritual consciousness moved, and suddenly pointed in his hand, all the output of the true energy suddenly gathered, forming a sword energy, passing through the crack in the space and stabbed through it.

The dimension space was gone without Jing Wuming's true essence suppression and collapsed immediately. The space crack suddenly magnified, and it was ten meters long. A burst of bloody aura spread out. Then the red blood gushed out.

Jing Wuming was overjoyed, and he supported the blood with both hands, shaking and supporting it, and leading it to the blood pool.

Suddenly, the yin energy flashed, and a red light flashed from the blood. Several ghosts rushed out and bit Jing Wuming's face. Su Xiaoyue, who was prepared, quickly pointed her hand and burst out a blue light, slapped it on the ghosts, killing them one by one.

The cracks in the space narrowed rapidly, and disappeared in just a few breaths, without any trace. The blood also stopped flowing.

Jing Wuming sat on the ground with his butt, gasping for breath. The Nascent Soul of Dantian was sluggish and showed an unsupported force.

After glanced at him and found that the blood pool in front of him was filled, Jing Wuming breathed a sigh of relief and a joyful smile appeared on his face.

Su Xiaoyue is pregnant and is extremely sensitive to the smell of blood, so she said, "Mr., please rest for a while. I'll go back and see if Chu Su is awake."

The few thunders that had just attracted were huge, and Jing Chusu was likely to have been awakened.
Chapter completed!