Whoosh!
The five fingers of his hand were spread out, freed from the sea of suffering, and fired towards Su Yu!
Whizzing!
At the same time, under the sea of suffering, two shadows actually appeared again!
That's two foot bones!
Sizzle!
The bones of his hands and feet splashed into endless waves, making an extremely harsh sound when touching Su Yu's body. The blood was corrosive and caused the spiritual power in Su Yu's body to evaporate rapidly.
"Cover your whole body with spiritual power. Don't be hurt by these bones and blood!" Su Yu reminded Shuang'er with a solemn expression while fighting against the bones.
"kindness."
Shuang'er nodded gently, her figure was like a butterfly, dancing gracefully on the bamboo raft, but her bare hands carried great power, and could often force those bones back.
She has a very high level of understanding. Not only has she fully mastered some of the martial arts skills that Su Yu gave her, but she also possesses the martial arts skills from her own memory. Her moves are like the wind, and she is not inferior to Su Yu in the slightest.
At this time, the person Su Yu was most grateful to was the tree of life. If it hadn't allowed Shuang'er to recover part of her strength, she would have become much more passive in the face of this situation, and even died from it.
The bones of the hands and feet are light and fast, with no extra moves, just flying between the three people. However, they themselves are like the hardest weapons in the world, and their attacks carry great power, enough to penetrate anything in the world. defense.
Boom boom boom!
The fighting stirred up waves in the Dead Sea, and blood filled the sky almost red.
The thin bamboo raft swayed with the waves, but under the control of the three people, it did not overturn in the waves.
The corrosiveness of the sea water in the Bitter Sea is extremely overbearing. If three people fell into the sea, it would definitely be cold. It is unclear whether the bones would be left behind.
The strength of these hand bones and foot bones has definitely reached an appalling level. Not only can they be immersed in this sea of suffering, but each individual hand and foot is equivalent to the strength of a demigod.
The more they fought, the more frightened Su Yu became. The waves in the sea of suffering became bigger and bigger. It was obviously not good for them to continue the stalemate.
You can't fight these bones hand-to-hand, you have to find a way to force them away!
Su Yu's eyes narrowed, but there were four more dark green flying knives in his hand, and he shot them out with a flick of his wrist!
Dang, Dang, Dang!
The flying knife collided with the bone, making a metallic roar, and then the flying knife was ejected directly!
Su Yu could clearly see that the rebounded flying knives fell into the Dead Sea and began to melt, disappearing without a trace in just a few breaths.
hiss!
He couldn't help but gasped. This flying knife was made from the scales of the demigod-level ferocious beast, the Sky-Eating Python. How could it be corroded by the sea of suffering so quickly? !
Without hurrying to think about it, he had four more flying knives in his hand, and they continued to shoot at the bones!
Quality is not enough, quantity is required!
Su Yu had so many flying knives that he kept shooting at those bones as if he was desperate for his life. For a while, the sound of "ding-ding-ding-ding" could be heard endlessly.
Under the bombardment of flying knives, Bones' attack was finally temporarily blocked, making it difficult for them to get close.
boom!
At this moment, the originally calm sea of bitterness suddenly stirred up huge waves. Waves of blood rushed up to a height of more than 20 meters. The huge waves seemed to sweep the entire world, and the pungent smell of blood was in the air.
The bamboo raft is like a small boat, which may be overturned under this sea of suffering at any time.
"Brother Yu, look under the sea of suffering!"
Shuang'er's voice was trembling, and she said with great fear.
However, he saw that the waves were rolling, and the blood-red seawater seemed to be boiling. The sea surface was turbulent, and the big waves were one after another. And in the bloody waves, there was a sight that made people's scalp numb, and there were countless pairs of bone claws stained with blood. Dancing, sometimes emerging from the sea, sometimes hiding under the sea of blood.
Click, click, click!
Countless bone claws seemed to be dancing, constantly making the sound of bones. They seemed to be waiting for everyone to fall into the water, and would rush forward at any time to tear the drowning person into pieces.
Four bones are so difficult to deal with, let alone such a massive number of bones
Su Yu couldn't help but feel shocked and his scalp was numb. Is this sea of blood really made up of the blood of countless people? How many lives will be slaughtered? !
Suddenly, in this vast sea of blood, a clear Buddha sang: "Destiny is created by oneself, appearance is born from the heart, everything in the world is a form of transformation, if the heart does not change, everything will not change, if the heart does not change, everything will not change . Sitting and meditating, walking and meditating, one flower and one world, one leaf and one Tathagata. When spring comes, the flowers turn green, and when autumn comes, the leaves fall. The mind is at ease with infinite prajna, and the movement of the body is natural in silence. "
This Buddhist chant has an aura of compassion for heaven and earth, and the sound is rolling, revealing a sense of vicissitudes of life. It is melodious and grand, gently and mighty over the sea of blood.
As the Buddha chanted, the originally turbulent sea of suffering suddenly fell silent. The surface of the sea of suffering became as calm as a mirror again, with only the endless bones still swaying on the surface.
"Who is it? Come out!" Su Yu frowned deeply and suddenly shouted coldly.
This Buddhist chant contained a magical power that captured the mind. Even Su Yu felt agitated. If he were an ordinary person, he would probably lose his mind immediately and be at the mercy of others.
"When the mind is moving, things move; when the mind is calm, things are still. One thought of foolishness is the end of Prajna, and one thought of wisdom is the birth of Prajna. If things are things, then things can be things; if things are not things, then things are not things. The merit of things not being named, The name is not the reality of the thing, and the name is not the reality, so: if you don't bring it with you in life, you won't take it with you in death. "Yuyou Buddha's chant is still echoing in the sea of blood, and the sound is enveloped in all directions, and the source of the sound cannot be found.
"Shut up, my lord, and get out!" Su Yu's eyes were like daggers, he looked into the void, and a loud shout, like thunder, resounded over the sea of blood, shaking the sea water below and roaring, each and every body. Skulls stained with blood surged in the sea.
His voice contained all the spiritual power in his body, and he had used the lion's roar skill to its extreme. His voice rolled like thunder, condensing and not dissipating, echoing around him for a long time.
Buddha chanting has great lethality. Not only did Su Yu feel agitated, Shuang'er also became obviously restless, with sweating on her forehead.
Therefore, he had to use the same musical skills to forcefully destroy this extremely rhythmic singing.
In fact, Su Yu's judgment was correct. The Buddhist chants were superimposed one after another, and in the end the plain chants were like thunder crashing in the sea of blood. This was a kind of pure spiritual coercion, targeting spiritual consciousness rather than substance. The transformed lightning is even more terrifying.
Fortunately, Su Yu shouted in time. The lion's roar skill is also a unique skill of Buddhism. It has the function of enlightenment and enlightenment. It goes straight through the sky and completely overwhelms the Buddha's singing. In the sea of suffering, there are thousands of waves, huge waves and bones rising and falling.
Until half a quarter of an hour later, the Buddha's singing and the lion's roar disappeared, and the blood sea slowly returned to calm, leaving only endless skeleton claws dancing on the sea surface.
"Amitabha..." an old, deep Buddha's call sounded in the sea of suffering, giving people a solemn and sacred feeling.
(End of chapter)