Chapter three hundred and nineteen You did come
The sword statue in the wild mainland is rarely repaired by pure knives, and even worse, it is in this ancient battlefield.
Even if this relic was left here by the Emperor of the Knife, there are not many monks. At first glance, there are about thousands of people along the coastline.
Strangely, most monks are pointing fingers at the small talk that seems to be afraid of this spiritual sea from a position a little far from the coast.
Su Mo’s knowledge of Dao Shan Ling Hai is limited. He came to the crowd and listened carefully.
"Dao Huang means to gather gas into the sea. If you can practice in this spiritual sea, you must have a lot of benefits." A thin monk in the crowd mused with flashing eyes
"Hehe"
"I really know."
The man’s voice just fell and there was a burst of ridicule and ridicule in the crowd.
At first, the man turned red and pulled out his neck and retorted, "What did I say wrong?"
"The aura in the spiritual sea is really rich and pure, but it is full of knives and sharp edges. You have to bear the baptism of these knives when you enter the spiritual sea!"
"You’ve just stepped into Linghai, and you’re dead without waiting for a few steps!"
"Hey, hey, I don’t know how many Tianjiao characters have been buried in this spiritual sea over the years. If you are not afraid of death, you can go in and try it."
Sue ink eyes flashed a bit suddenly.
No wonder there are sharp weapons left marks on the rocks on the shore.
It turns out that in this spiritual sea, those who are weak in the flesh and fix the truth can’t bear it!
Too close to the coast, the sea surges, and a big wave comes and involves people, so I’m afraid I’ll never get out again.
A friar sank, "This is the Dao Emperor’s test. If you want to win the test, you have to cross the mountain of Linghai Mountain in front of you!"
Su Mo’s eyes are far away, and Daoshan stands at the end of Linghai, which is really far away.
"It’s not easy."
Friar emaciated pointed to the heroic avenue toward Daoshan. "I’m waiting for the royal sword to soar. Although this Daoshan is far away, I’m afraid I won’t be able to reach it if we go day and night?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
There was another burst of laughter in the crowd.
One man shook his head and said, "If it were so simple, could anyone pass the test in ancient times?"
It happened that a monk arrived here and looked excited in the distance.
The man offered a spiritual knife from the bag, jumped on the blade and ran lightly, scolding a "disease!"
Whoosh
The personification of a streamer broke across the spiritual sea in the direction of Daoshan.
Most of the monks in the crowd are mocking and sneering and seem to be waiting to see some jokes.
I’m afraid Su Mo knows it’s not that simple.
The monk has just arrived in Linghai, and his body suddenly stops for a moment to fall.