"What is that?" When Tang Ming's right hand, whose spiritual energy was wrapped in black armor, poked out from the mud, even Abbot Dajue's brows frowned.

For some reason, the moment the thing appeared, he felt a very bad feeling of terror. The feeling did not come from spiritual energy or the pressure above the visual impact, but from the deepest part of his heart.

It is an extremely incongruous and uncomfortable feeling.

"Is it? It is necessary to be the true form of spiritual energy?" Abbot Dajue said to himself in a rare voice. The true form of spiritual energy reflects the truest self in a person's heart.

In Buddhist terms, it is the so-called true self. What level of spiritual energy can be cultivated by a modification depends on the true self in the heart. The stronger the true self, the stronger the spiritual energy it cultivates.

For example, this king was bloody and murderous in his life, and the spiritual energy he cultivated was destined to be ugly and hateful.

But how could Biping’s spiritual energy be like this?

Rumble. I don’t know whether the earth began to shake again or was caused by Tang Ming, but in short, the entire Pingding Mountain ground began to tremble continuously.

As the right hand, which had just stretched out and was wrapped in black armor, supported on the ground, as if he was trying to pull out his body from the abyss, the sound of running water in the mud continued to make noises.

After two more breaths, Tang Ming's whole body was wrapped in black armor and the original form of spiritual energy floated out of the mud step by step.

Standing on the mud, the mud stained on his body was not sitting on the ground along with gravity, but was sucked into the true form of the spiritual energy under the armor that seemed to be able to breathe.

"What level of spiritual energy is this?" Xing Caier immediately took a breath of cold air and instinctively took a step back and stood beside the old nun.

The old nun also shook her head, "I can't tell it, but the spiritual energy above the original form of the spiritual energy is not powerful, but the fluctuations brought by the essential spiritual energy are really powerful."

Wang Ping looked at Tang Ming, the black war god in front of him with cold eyes, and his eyes were terrifying. "Boy, I have to say, you have really many tricks, the true nature of spiritual energy? Hehe, it seems that this is your strongest killer move."

Tang Ming didn't say anything. This was the first time he used the spiritual energy realm after breaking through to the seventh level of Daoxuan. The power of this realm was really not comparable to that when he was used in the lower world that day.

Although the size of the Black Mist War God has not changed much, the black armor on his body gives people a feeling of being thicker. According to Tang Ming's attack, even the modification of the second level of Tianxuan with all-out strength may not necessarily break the armor on the Black Mist War God's body with one blow.

Even though it was not long, the strength shown by Tang Ming's spiritual energy has far exceeded that of ordinary spiritual energy. According to Tang Ming's own estimate, his spiritual energy is just afraid of

At least he has the ability of the mysterious level.

"How dare you pretend to be deep with me here? I'll take your life!" Wang Ping felt that he was ignored. This feeling was something he could not bear. His huge body shook in the sky and hit the air in front of him with one hand.

A palm print containing the black spiritual energy slapped the chest of the Black Mist War God transformed by Tang Ming.

The armor on the chest of the Black Mist War God was obviously sunken, forming a five-finger handprint, but the armor did not mean that it would collapse.

"What a hard armor!" Xing Caier's eyes lit up. If the opponent was her, she would definitely not be able to take that move. However, such a sharp move fell on Tang Ming, but it only sank the armor. This shows that the spiritual energy transformed by Tang Ming is now so powerful.

"Tsk tsk tsk! This is not a pity for seniors. It really has some means that we cannot understand!" Xing Caier smiled and took all this as a matter of course.

Wang Ping took his Shura back with him. Seeing that Tang Ming still had no movement, he immediately sneered, then shouted, "Tsk tsk, I really didn't see it. Junior brother didn't expect that your last trick would be to put a huge turtle shell on himself! Do you really think this turtle shell can protect you from your safety? I'll let you know now that you can only scare the true form of spiritual energy, which is worthless in front of me!"

Wang Ping's roar was twisted and mad. Following the huge spiritual energy behind him, he stretched out his hands and pinched the space in front of him.

Then two blood-red sword blades more than three meters long appeared in the hands of the spiritual energy.

"Twin Sword, Slaughter!" At this moment, the thirty-meter-long spiritual energy became illusory. When everyone saw Wang Ping, Wang Ping had already appeared behind Tang Ming with his huge spiritual energy, and crossed his hands and made a move to return to the sheath!

...

"Puff!"

When the two swords dissipated, the black fog war god's chest was opened with a huge cross-shaped wound. In the black armor, the black fog contained in the ghost qiāng twisted wildly like vortexes, emitting waves of ghost crying and howling!

"What is that?" Monk Dajue frowned. The original form of spiritual energy, the source of its operation, is still spiritual energy, but what is contained under the black armor does not look like spiritual energy, but it is something outside of spiritual energy.

When Tang Ming turned around, Wang Ping naturally saw the huge cross mark on the other party's chest and the black mist circulating in the mark, but Wang Ping was not afraid at all. He just snorted coldly, "Pretending to be a ghost!" Then the original form of spiritual energy was randomly pinched in the void again, and another red long sword appeared in the hands of the original form of spiritual energy.

“After all, it’s just a

Just a clever waste, I'll let you see what real strength is!" Wang Ping roared, and at this time, he jumped high, and his spiritual energy soared into the sky three hundred feet. He followed him to catch the short-term mental force generated by the jump, and frantically waved the blood-colored sword blade in his hand in the sky.

With this spiritual energy stirring, the raindrops that gradually fall on the ground in the dark clouds have turned red and a very pungent smell of blood.

"I seem to have heard of Wang Ping's move!" The old nun looked at Wang Ping in the sky and frowned. She then asked the big bull riding monk who was doing the same.

"I said to Old Man Qingniu, do you still remember the famous skill of the murderer who was the most powerful person in the world back then?"

The old man riding the green bull gradually became solemn, and he finally set his eyes on the sky. "It's the Blood God Vortex, no, this child is still so young, why should he use the Blood God Vortex?"

"What's so strange about this? Back then, the Killing King was only twenty-seven years old. He used a blood god vortex to kill the entire city." The old nun pursed his shriveled lips and then said.

Unfortunately, all the suspicion in the next moment became a cloud.

Following the thunder clouds in the sky, they seemed to be moved to the blood-red sword. The thick thunder clouds were rendered into bright red color, and the raindrops flowing down in the sky.

It was like a river of blood hanging upside down in the sky, heavy, weird, and with the feeling of oppression from the deepest part of the soul.

"Blood God's Whirlpool!" At this moment, the thunder clouds twisted and finally pressed against Tang Ming over and over again. After an instant, the entire ground on the top of Pingding Mountain was oppressed and dropped a little. The disciples of each sect were slightly weaker and knelt on the ground and foamed at the mouth, which seemed a bit unconscious.

The masters in the sect dared to be careless, and they all swept the snow in front of the sect to create a protective cover on the heads of their sect disciples. In this way, those sect disciples who could not withstand oppression could breathe a sigh of relief.

"Junior brother, be careful!" Bi Ping shouted, but for some reason, he always felt that if the blood god vortex really hit Pingding Mountain, the entire Pingding Mountain would collapse.

The wine gourd in the hand of the Seventh Master was directly pinched out of a crack. At this moment, the drunken uncle Seventh Master's eyes became extremely sharp.

He was ready. As long as Tang Ming had the intention to be half unable to hold on, he would take action and rescue Tang Ming from Wang Ping.

"Boom!" Finally, at this moment, the Blood God vortex hit the opposite platform.

What comes with a tooth-inspiring twisting sound.

Finally, in the creaking sound, the countertop platform began to sink, and it was like a blood-colored vortex that could cut people on the mountain. The black war god transformed by Tang Ming was even more deeply trapped in it, and he was attacked at every moment.

Hit thousands of times!

"Fallen!" Wang Ping sneered and was slowly falling from the sky, but he frowned and found something wrong with the Blood God vortex.

The Blood God Vortex he threw down just now was obviously rotating clockwise, but why did the Blood God Vortex turn into a counterclockwise rotation in the blink of an eye?

"What's wrong?" Wang Ping frowned, and as soon as his front legs fell to the ground, he immediately discovered that the constantly rotating Blood God vortex was decreasing at an extremely fast speed.

To be precise, is the spiritual energy in the Blood God vortex being absorbed?

"How is this possible?" Wang Ping took a step back, and the glance just now almost scared his three souls away.

It's not wrong. That little junior brother, that inconspicuous must-have, is actually absorbing the blood god vortex. This was the ultimate trick of the number one killer Wang Yemei back then?

But now Tang Ming is absorbing this thing.

If you want to give a look of horror at what Tang Ming is doing, it is like you are watching a normal person eat a sharp knife.

"Haha, thank you for the hospitality. As for the thank you gift, I will be more generous and send you to see the Buddha..."

{This chapter is over}
Chapter completed!