The West Ring is a place where countless cracks exist in the starry sky. Even though hundreds of years have passed, the mystery of this place and its various rumors still exist in the hearts of the monks here and cannot be dissipated.
Once you step into this remote place in the Western Ring Road, you will most likely never come out again. Its mysterious veil is like a fiction to Su Ming, but to most monks, its mysterious pressure is enough to make people suffocate.
After an absence of hundreds of years, when Su Ming returned to a different place in the Western Ring Road, he looked at the cracks in the starry sky here and remained silent. A vague scene seemed to appear in front of his eyes hundreds of years ago. He was forced by the four true world's guarding forces to
Mu had to step into this place, and what happened when he walked out of the four true world guarding forces in his brain, and was then hunted down by a master in the master realm.
Now...if that palm-level expert still dares to take action, Su Ming will cut off this person's palm without hesitation.
In the silence, Su Ming spoke lightly.
"Senior Changhe, please wait here for a moment. I have to go here if I have something to do." Zhu Youcai did not speak, but sat cross-legged in the starry sky with his eyes closed.
Su Ming turned to look at Patriarch Huokui. The skinny old man immediately acted as if what Su Ming said was an imperial edict. He had a flattering smile on his face and nodded frequently.
Facing the appearance of Patriarch Huokui, before Su Ming could say anything, the Bald-haired Crane next to him, who was no longer confused or heartless and sad, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him intently.
Ancestor Chonghuo Kui felt an extremely strong threat that went straight into his mind.
This threat came from the flattering look of Patriarch Huokui. This expression made the Bald-haired Crane very unhappy. His bald wings immediately spread out, showing a proud look, and he glared at Elder Huokui meaningfully.
Ancestor glance.
Then he immediately bent down, looked at Su Ming with the same flattering look, and spoke quickly.
"Boss, do you want Little Bald Hair to go here to see what's going on first? If there is any danger, I can resolve it with my ability. Unlike some guys who are covered in flames and don't know how to share the danger with Boss." Bald Hair.
Such kind words from Mao He were rare. Su Ming glanced sideways at Bald He and smiled slightly.
Ancestor Huokui was stunned for a moment. After looking at the bald crane carefully, his face immediately showed a look that he wanted to share the danger for Su Ming. Although he was a master in the palm realm, no matter how high his cultivation level was,
The nature of living beings is also difficult to change. Just like the Huokui Patriarch, when he was not an ancestor, although he had good talents, he could achieve such a level of cultivation and obtain the ancestral inheritance of the Huokui clan to achieve mastery in one fell swoop.
The reason why he came out from his clan is closely related to his ability to flatter his ancestors.
It's just that this skill hasn't been used for too long, and it's a bit jerky to use now, not as smooth as it used to be.
Su Ming ignored the secret fight between the Bald-haired Crane and the Fire Chief Ancestor. He swung his body towards the crack in the West Ring Road and sprinted away. His figure stepped into the crack in an instant and disappeared.
Although Bald-haired He talks a lot, he actually doesn't want to go to this strange place in the Western Ring Road from the bottom of his heart. The scene where he was unconscious here has already cast a shadow on him. Now that he saw Su Ming stepping in alone, he immediately felt
He breathed a sigh of relief inside, but his expression showed anxiety, and he turned around and glared at Patriarch Huokui fiercely.
Ancestor Huo Kui's expression remained unchanged, he looked at the bald crane with a smile, a flattering look on his face, but he was sneering in his heart, secretly thinking that I had paralyzed many people in the tribe by looking like this, and that the wily Su Ming couldn't deceive him.
, but you, a little bird, will definitely coax you around.
Seeing the appearance of Patriarch Huokui, Bald-haired Crane suddenly felt a thump in his heart. He felt that he had underestimated this person before. So when he snorted in his heart, his expression changed, from the previous glare to a smile, and he stepped forward.
He hugged the skinny Huokui Patriarch, and laughed as if they were on good terms with each other.
"Boy Huo, when your Grandpa He saw you the first time he saw you, he thought you were someone we could have a close relationship with!"
"It's easy to talk about, my Taoist friend He is immortal, but I'm too old to dare to climb high."
"Well? Do you look down on your Grandpa He?"
This person and the crane have their own thoughts here. Regardless of their words and secret fights, the West Ring Road is now quiet. There are one hundred thousand stone tablets, many of which are over one hundred thousand feet tall, standing on the ground.
Among them, there are ten thousand stone tablets. Their color seems ordinary, but if you look carefully, you can see... it is purple!
Under the 100,000 stone tablets, many people were sitting cross-legged in meditation. From time to time, these people raised their heads and looked at the 10,000 purple stone tablets, all showing desire and envy.
At this moment, under the ten thousand purple stone tablets, there were dozens of people sitting cross-legged, motionless. Their expressions were calm, but within this calmness, there was a sense of persistence and aloofness.
Because they own the purple stone tablet, because they are the only ones among the hundreds of thousands of stone tablets here... who will not be erased by the rules and will of this place. The purple stone tablet can only add people, no one will die.
But this is not absolute. Although there will be no replacement death due to the arrival of outsiders, there is another rule on the purple stone tablet, which everyone here knows.
Every year, ten people die, and these ten people are the ten with the weakest cultivation.
No matter how high a stone tablet you are, as long as your cultivation level is at the end within these hundred years, the end result will be to be erased. In this way, while being the owner of the purple stone tablet, you have some special features, but
All the monks on the purple stone tablet have also fallen into a kind of practice for life.
"Purple Stone Monument... It's a pity that the Purple Stone Monument did not choose me when I entered here. Otherwise, if I could become a tribute to the Purple Stone Monument, then... I don't have to be so worried every day. As long as I practice crazily, I can avoid being killed."
"This is fate, but why is the purple stone monument so special here? And I think there are only a few thousand people on this purple stone monument?"
"You have only been here for a short time, and this matter is closely related to a legend from that year..." In this quiet place of one hundred thousand stone monuments, sometimes eyes fall on the ten thousand purple stone monuments, and there is a faint echo.
A few people made slight noises.
Just as their voices were discussing, suddenly, the tallest purple stone tablet, which was a huge stone tablet with a height of more than 100,000 feet, suddenly appeared in a flash of light, and an old man walked out of it.
The old man had a vicissitudes of life on his face. The moment he walked out, he immediately attracted the attention of everyone here, especially the dozens of people outside the purple stone tablet. All of them bowed deeply to the old man.
"I've met my ancestor."
The old man nodded without saying a word, sitting cross-legged under the stone tablet and meditating with his eyes closed.
"It's the ancestor of the Zhao family!" The whispers from other people on the stone tablets faintly appeared again.
"That's right, this person's stone tablet has already reached the point where he can go out, but he didn't choose to go out, but practiced like crazy..."
"I heard someone say before that there was a legend here back then...a man named Mosu..."
"Shut up! It's best not to mention this name here. It's not someone we can talk about."
"Oh? Then why can Brother Zhou talk about it?"
"Brother Zhou? You are talking about Zhou Kang, right? He...is different from us."
At the moment when the conversation between people from other stone monuments was swirling, suddenly, the entire land of one hundred thousand stone monuments suddenly shook violently. Like a surging wind, roaring roars came from the void in all directions.
The rolling roar spread in all directions, causing the earth to shake, causing the nothingness here to roll continuously, turning into a drastic change that swept across the place.
The sound of exclamation suddenly spread all around. On the land where countless stone monuments stood, there were only a few monks sitting cross-legged outside the stone monuments. But now, with the deafening roar of the place, all the stone monuments shook violently.
The stone tablets were shaking, and each one immediately emitted a bright light. The figures of the monks were forced out one by one. After walking out of the stone tablets, some of them looked solemn, and some looked panicked, and they all looked upward.
.
boom!
A huge sound rolled from above like the power of heaven. Among the hundreds of thousands of stone tablets on the earth, the purple meaning on the ten thousand purple stone tablets was not very obvious at first. At this moment, it exuded an unprecedented purple color.
The light, this dazzling light, covered the earth in an instant, making the ten thousand purple stone tablets among the one hundred thousand stone tablets extremely conspicuous!!
The ancestor of the Zhao family was shocked and opened his eyes suddenly. When he looked up, there was a rare excitement in his expression. All the owners of the purple stone tablets next to him were shaking violently. They clearly
They felt an incomparable familiarity and a strong urge to worship. As the vibrations in this place became more intense, it became stronger and stronger in their hearts.
This kind of change in this place is unprecedented in the memories of many of them, but there are still some people who vaguely seem to remember something, and their expressions seem to be excited and uneasy at the same time.
Zhou Kang sat silently under the stone tablet, raised his head and looked at the rolling nothingness above, with a touch of emotion in his eyes. He knew... Mo Su was back.
"Zhao Tiangang, welcome your Lord back!" The ancestor of the Zhao family stood up, raised his fists to the sky and bowed deeply.
As its voice echoed through the vicissitudes of life, all the owners of the purple stone tablet turned to the sky to worship.
"Welcome the Lord back!" The voice boomed and spread, shaking the other 90,000 stone tablets, causing their expressions to constantly change. In the sky, amid the roar, the fog clouds rolled back crazily towards both sides, revealing
There was a huge gap, and a figure with a calm expression, walking towards, getting clearer and clearer from far to near.
Mosu!——
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