Junior sister, she is fierce and beautiful

Chapter 180 The North Sea Crisis

Fu Ling floated in the air, gathering a large amount of spiritual power in front of her, and channeling the spiritual power into the blade, she did not continue to move forward, but waited for the waves to come.

She swung her sword violently when the black waves came crashing down from her head with a rumbling sound.

After she came out of retreat, she had only used her sword intent twice. The last time was in the picture scroll, facing the city gate and the formation, it was somewhat difficult to use. It was a move with the third senior brother, and there was nothing around at the moment , the world is vast, and the opponent is extremely huge, so there is no limit to her sword moves, as long as she releases her spiritual power desperately.

After Jian Guang flew out, it turned into a slender sharp blade, and after colliding head-on with the waves, Fu Ling watched helplessly as Jian Guang successfully tore a big hole in the waves.

Her impression of her abilities was still at the moment when she turned over to the dragon of Bishuitian, but now she saw that her sword moves were enough to split the waves, and she felt incredible.

From the early stage of foundation establishment to the late stage of foundation establishment, there is actually a huge difference in cultivation. She didn't have a clear feeling before, and it was not until this time that she was able to re-recognize her own strength.

But the good times didn't last long, the waves were split in half, and quickly gathered together again. Her sword moves and Lin Zhixing's sword moves were still too weak in power, not enough to split a passable path.

As soon as the waves closed, the sea water crashed down, pouring Poria into a drowned rat.

But Fu Ling was very happy. This trick didn't make her feel tired, on the contrary, she felt very happy.

The most important thing is the feeling of swinging a sword, which must be incomparable as a Dharma or music cultivator. Only a sword cultivator can swing it sharp and straight to the end.

"Xingye, it's great that I can be a sword cultivator." Fu Ling said happily while holding Xingye's sword hilt tightly.

When Fuling opened her mouth, the sea water poured into her mouth, but she still smiled, and she didn't have the slightest fear of drowning.

"Just be happy." Seeing Fu Ling in a good mood, Xing Ye was also happy.

The last time Fuling drowned was in Beihai not long ago. When she fell into the water, she didn't know what to do, and she didn't even know how to use her spiritual power. It all depended on it to fly her out of the water, but now she seems to be completely unafraid , to overcome the fear of drowning.

"Fu Ling, are you okay?" Ji Zhi came to Fu Ling's side, and waved his hands to prop up a golden barrier around Fu Ling.

Once Ji Zhi made a move, the surrounding sea water could no longer get close to the two of them. Fuling gasped for breath, supported Ji Zhi to stand, and let Xingye return to the scabbard.

"I'm fine, but it made everyone get wet." Fu Ling saw through the golden barrier that Lin Zhixing and Hong Zhinu were still struggling in the waves in the distance.

But the stillness in front of her is obviously an exception, the sea water can't get close to him at all, he is not wet at all, and there is no trace of embarrassment.

"Fu Ling is already very powerful, and I will leave the rest to the poor monk." Ji Zhi stroked Fu Ling's wet hair, and the golden Buddha's light flowed down from his palm and fell on Fu Ling's body. and his clothes were restored to cleanliness.

"You can't let Ji Zhi consume too much spiritual power, otherwise what will happen if there is a problem with the seal on Ji Bumeng's side." They are still some distance away from the North Sea, and there will be several waves to come. Ji Zhi is a Buddhist cultivator. He is only good at destroying magic cultivators, but not good at dealing with tsunamis.

"It's okay, it won't consume too much spiritual power. Fu Ling underestimates the poor monk too much. Didn't the poor monk say that after being taught by you, his cultivation has improved a lot." Ji Zhi said while bowing his head and reciting a few words In Sanskrit, the Buddha's light spread towards the direction of the waves.

The waves seemed to have encountered a wall of iron and steel, and they tried their best to break through the golden Buddha's light, so they gradually subsided.

After dissolving a wave of waves, the Buddha's light continued to move forward, like a prairie fire, the waves wherever it went were dissolved one by one, and the appearance of the North Sea was finally revealed.

"If the Buddha's ability was used in Peach Blossom Forest, the formation master and Song Minmin don't need to stay at all, right? The solution to this tsunami is just within your fingertips." A drowned chicken chased after him, amazed at the sight of the Buddha's light spreading in front of him.

"The poor monk can only calm the waves for a while, but cannot calm the North Sea permanently. It is not as powerful as the benefactor said."

There seemed to be something in Hong Zhinu's words, but Ji Zhi only responded calmly, not half guilty.

"You are really interesting as a Buddhist cultivator, and you are not half as dignified as other Buddhist cultivators." Red Weaver Girl smiled coquettishly.

"Let's go, we have to go back quickly, Minmin is still waiting for us." Fu Ling flew towards the direction of Beihai quickly.

When it got closer, it could faintly see many human monks flying in the turbulent waves in the sky of the North Sea. These human monks formed a circle, and it was clear what surrounded it.

The cultivators threw moves in one direction, and the waves became more and more violent. Beihai was expressing its anger by this.

Su Lingyu's face was pale, and his whole body was covered by a ball supported by spiritual power, but the spiritual power was already very thin, and it wouldn't last long.

Elder Lu of Guiyuanmen stood behind the group of monks who besieged Su Lingyu, and directed them to continue to attack Su Lingyu.

"The waves in the North Sea don't stop, it's this sea spirit that's causing the trouble. As long as you kill this sea spirit, the tsunami in the North Sea will subside. Fellow fellow Taoists, don't be soft-hearted just because he looks like a human, he's just a monster! "

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm Beihai Hailing, but the Beihai tsunami was caused by the loss of the Dragon Ball. I also want to calm the tsunami. I have tried my best to maintain the calm of the sea. What you should do is not to destroy me, but to retrieve the Dragon Ball. Come..." Su Lingyu clutched his chest, he was seriously injured, and his spiritual power was consumed even more, even if his spiritual power came from the North Sea, it should be inexhaustible, but he lost the North Sea spiritual power of Dragon Ball The disorder also added a burden to his sea spirit.

"Everyone, don't listen to his lies. Before that, he pretended to be a human being and sneaked into the Zixiao Sect. Until four years ago, when he returned to Beihai, there was a tsunami in Beihai. It has not stopped for four years. What Dragon Ball? It's just a rumor, it doesn't exist at all!" Elder Lu snorted coldly, refuting what Su Lingyu said.

Most of the monks present were disciples of Guiyuan Sect, and very few disciples of other sects didn't know much about Hai Ling, and they had never heard of Dragon Ball.

None of the Zixiaozong disciples were present. Elder Lu didn't take the Zixiaozong disciples with him at all, and only let them stay far away, not letting them approach here.

(End of this chapter)