Volume 5 My Daochen World Chapter 1101 That glance (5)
The red-haired Su Ming looked up to the sky and laughed. The laughter was filled with madness and a vent of resentment that had been accumulated for countless years. It was the first explosion of resentment that had accumulated since Wushan until this moment.
The resentment contained in these outbursts of words swirled around the entire secret room, causing the figure with his back to Su Ming to remain silent while trembling slightly.
"Make up for it? What can you do to make up for it? How can you make up for it!" Su Ming flicked his sleeves, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes. When he turned around, ripples immediately appeared under his feet, and he took a step towards nothingness.
"My mother, the fifth oven where she is, belongs to me. From now on, I will protect her. You... are not worthy!" When Su Ming's voice came out, his body disappeared into the secret room with a bang.
The last three words were like an invisible sharp sword that pierced into the body of the figure, causing the figure to tremble, lower its head, and blood overflowed from the corner of its mouth.
The blood fell on the ground, stained on the rattle, and also stained next to it, a purple wooden sword only as long as a palm. This wooden sword had been nourished by him for countless years, and he was going to give it to his son, a symbol of
It represents his apology and the gift he wants to make amends with.
If Su Ming could see it, he would know this wooden sword. It was carved by himself when he was a child. When he was playing with it, he once told Lei Chen a childlike saying, saying that he could practice barbarism.
He can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, and he can take this wooden sword and fight against the barbarians.
The blood dripped on the wooden sword and blended into the wood grain. The figure looked at the wooden sword in a daze and closed his eyes in bitterness.
Although this secret room is Daochen's place of retreat, and although the protection here is extremely terrifying, and it can be said to be one of the most powerful locations in Daochen's true world, the Bald-haired Crane's power to ignore all forbidden formations is already enough
Although the protective power of this place is weakened, it will not allow Su Ming to leave without any pause like now, but... this kind of leaving is itself a reason why Su Xuanyi did not let the formation here backfire on Su Ming.
The moment he left, almost all the formation restrictions in this place were lifted.
This is the first time in countless years that the formation restrictions have dissipated here, but Su Ming doesn't know about this.
After Su Ming left the hermitage room, he couldn't see the figure that had been turning its back to him after he left, tremblingly stroking the rattle, with tears still dripping from his cheeks in his closed eyes.
You can't see the waves of sealing power flashing on this body as it trembles.
"Is it more important to restore my plan to build the glory of the Nether Tribe, or... my family is more important..." The murmur spread softly from this figure with endless exhaustion.
Su Ming left. He didn't ask for cultivation or supernatural powers, and he didn't ask for anything, because at this moment, he was a crazy red-haired man. With resentment and an uncontrollable anger, Su Ming walked out.
After entering this place of retreat, when he emerged, he was standing on the altar in heaven and earth.
Beside him, Sang stood there. Dao Lin and Dao Hua in the distance did not know when they would return. They closed their eyes at the moment, as if they were meditating, but in fact, their bodies and even souls were still.
With bloodshot eyes, Su Ming looked at Sang, without saying a word, and walked towards the bottom of the altar. A sense of violence filled his body. He wanted to vent it, but now he could not find anyone to vent it to.
At this moment, Su Ming is crazy and has no sense at all. With just a tiny bit of fire, he can burst into a sea of fire, without considering any consequences!!
Sang looked at Su Ming and sighed softly. He had expected such a result because he... knew Su Ming.
Sighing, he flicked his sleeves, and immediately nothingness was distorted. An invisible wind swept Su Ming, Dao Lin, and Dao Hua, disappearing into the world, and went to... the place of canonization!
"Little Lasu has grown up." Sang shook his head, with a touch of emotion in his eyes, and a kindness that Su Ming could not see. He looked at Su Ming's retreating figure, and after a long time he raised his steps and stepped on the altar formation.
went up, disappeared, and when he appeared, he came to Su Xuanyi's retreat.
"Master, he...is gone." Sang looked at the trembling figure in front of him, sighed secretly, and lowered his head.
"Sang, is it more important to restore the glory of the Shaming Clan, or is it more important for your family? If it were you...how would you choose?" The figure was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly with fatigue.
Sang Ye was silent. After a while, he raised his head, looked at the figure, and whispered something.
"Master's kindness will never be forgotten by Sang throughout his life. Although I am not from the Shaming Clan, for the sake of Master, I can subvert Daochen and complete everything that Master requires.
Because you are my master.
In the same way, I can give everything for...Su Ming, because...he is the little Lasu that I watched grow up. In my life, I am only for you, father and son." He did not answer Su Xuanyi directly.
question, but it was answered indirectly.
Su Xuanyi closed his eyes and was silent. For a long time, the purple wooden sword in front of him suddenly flashed and came straight to Sang.
"Give him this sword..."
"This sword... can he control it?" Sang hesitated for a moment, looking at the ordinary-looking purple wooden sword in front of him.
"He could have lived happily, not knowing everything, not understanding everything, and living happily life after life. Even though it was false, he would be happy.
But he chose another path. The hardships and twists of this path, he has only walked a small part of it now. I can help him to the extreme. If he can control this sword, then his future can be...
Go faster, even... out of the Three Wilderness Realms.
If he can't control it, then... it's a good thing for him." Su Xuanyi was silent for a moment and spoke softly.
Sang nodded in silence.
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Daochen Sect, the void between the nine continents in the upper world. On top of that void, the four sacred beasts of Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu hold up the four continents with Qinglong Continent as the center.
On these four continents, there are a large number of cases, and a canonization ceremony is ready.
On the Qinglong Continent, among the tens of millions of monks from the Daochen Sect, there are only less than one million who are qualified to sit here. These millions of people are now standing one by one in the Qinglong Continent.
The remaining monks are all in the Void Canonization Land, and they are not qualified to set foot on the Qinglong Continent.
In the three directions around Qinglong Continent, there are Suzaku, White Tiger, and Xuanwu Continent. Now, under the roar of those three beasts, huge cracks in the sky are constantly expanding as lightning travels.
Around these three cracks, there are twenty-four elders controlling each place, especially the three elders of the sun, moon and star, each of whom exists in one place.
First of all, in the crack above the Xuanwu Continent, figures rushed out of the crack with a roar. The person in charge was the old man from the fourth true world, which is the true world of spiritual prison. This old man was wearing a blue suit.
The moment he stepped out of his robe, Master Zilong followed him closely.
"Welcome to the Fourth True Realm!" Some of the twenty-four sect elders from around the crack above the Xuanwu Continent spoke immediately. Immediately, the millions of Chen Sect monks on the Qinglong Continent turned towards the Xuanwu Continent and bowed with their fists clasped together.
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"The Fourth True Realm!" The voices of millions of people roared like thunder. As they reverberated, an old man in blue robes from the Fourth True Realm walked out of the crack. With a smile on his face, he looked towards the twenty-four elders next to the crack.
, he cupped his fists and bowed. Behind him, Master Zilong and the more than a thousand monks from the Fourth Realm, all cupped their fists and bowed deeply.
"Fellow Taoists, you are very polite. Congratulations to the Daochen Sect for enthroning His Highness. I have prepared congratulatory gifts to give to the Daochen Sect's Highnesses." The old man in blue robe smiled and glanced at the twenty-four elders, and finally looked at
He met the old man of Rizong among the Sun, Moon and Stars of the Chen sect in his inner realm.
"You're welcome, old friend."
"Brother Tan's style is still the same, haha, please!" A smile appeared on the face of the old man Rizong, and he pointed his right hand towards the Xuanwu Continent. The old man in blue robe smiled slightly, nodded, and led the purple dragon man and the more than a thousand monks behind him.
They all descended on the Xuanwu Continent.
Master Zilong's eyes flashed, and he looked carefully at the people on the Qinglong Continent. With his cultivation, he could see everything at a glance, as if he was looking for something, and finally his eyes condensed, looking towards the void above.
At this moment, a cold aura suddenly erupted from the crack above the White Tiger Continent. At the same time, ancient bronze swords roared out directly from the crack with a sudden arrogance and dominance.
There were tens of thousands of them, and they filled the surrounding area for a while. Finally, from the crack, two old men who seemed so old that they couldn't even open their eyes walked out. The two old men looked gloomy and looked back with a sneer as they walked out.
At a glance, there are twenty-four sect elders beside the crack, the sect elders among the sun, moon and stars.
Yue Lao had a smile on his face and clasped his fists.
The two elders of Netherworld snorted coldly, without saying a word, and took the tens of thousands of ancient bronze swords and headed straight for the White Tiger Continent. After arriving in an instant, none of the monks on the tens of thousands of ancient bronze swords came down, and all of them were on the ancient sword.
The two elders of Netherworld and the old man of Shengjing who guarded the source of the gods followed silently and entered the White Tiger Continent.
"Welcome to the Holy Realm of Yin." Someone among the twenty-four elders heard a coercive voice. After these words came out, the millions of monks in the Qinglong Continent looked strange, but they also clasped their fists towards the White Tiger Continent.
bye.
"I can't bear it, where is Daokong?" Among the two Nether Elders, the Ming Elder spoke coldly, with a rotten atmosphere in his voice. But the moment his words came out, suddenly, there was a crack in the nothingness on the Suzaku Continent.
Inside, there was suddenly a shocking dragon roar, and a huge dark dragon was seen, its huge head exposed directly from the crack. When it rushed out, thousands of dark dragons flew out of the crack.
Sitting on the first and largest Nether Dragon was none other than the third prince of the Nether Emperor's True Realm. Next to him... there was a complex look on his face, which turned into numbness as if his heart had died.
of Yuxuan.
"Welcome to the True Realm of the Underworld Emperor!"
At this point, all three true realms have arrived, just waiting for...His Royal Highness Daochen Sect to arrive——
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