Su Ming's eyes flashed, and he allowed the rune to approach and blend into the center of his eyebrows. The moment the rune disappeared from Su Ming's forehead, Su Ming's mind was suddenly shaken, and the cultivation in his body immediately began to move according to a certain trajectory.
When it gradually disappeared after a long time, he saw that the two figures of a man and a woman in the sky had returned to the huge face and disappeared into the sky.
"Understand the power of the runes, understand your thoughts, turn your thoughts into your thoughts, and use your thoughts to create your creations!" The old man in white robes glanced around, spoke lightly, and sat there cross-legged.
like a statue.
The people sitting cross-legged and meditating on the platform around them all fell into enlightenment.
Su Ming also sat there, closing his eyes in silence, trying to understand what the old man said, and to learn the strongest technique of the barbarian tribe, created in ancient times.
"My thoughts are the thoughts of the Barbarian God..." Su Ming murmured. This was his earliest thought. This was the thought he had decided towards the barbarians the moment he became the Barbarian God.
While this belief was firm in Su Ming's heart, Su Ming seemed to see the passage of time. He saw the movement of the sun, moon and stars, and saw the tribesmen on the platforms around him, some leaving and some arriving again.
He even saw someone who seemed to have mastered the power of this ancient creation, bursting out with dazzling light. He also saw that time was traveling rapidly. The old people of the tribe died, the middle-aged people became old people, and the children became young people.
Until I don’t know how many years have passed, generations of tribesmen have multiplied here, and the people on these platforms have also changed one batch after another.
As for the old man in white robe, his longevity has also been cut off and he has been replaced one after another... The ancestors in the sky also appear again and again in the passage of time, passing on the ancient creation again and again.
Su Ming even noticed that in the passage of countless years, the smiles on the faces of those ancestors who descended gradually disappeared and were replaced by gloom and a sense of panic in their hearts.
Advent is no longer as frequent as it once was, but is slowly becoming less and less frequent.
But even so, Su Ming couldn't remember how many times he had been inherited from this ancient creation. Until one day, Su Ming watched the ancestors disappear in the sky, and watched the reproduction of the barbarian tribes on the earth, which seemed to be no longer prosperous.
Until this day, he saw a roar in the sky, and in the roar, the sky collapsed...
In the torn sky, Su Ming saw many ancestors. They were silently looking at the earth, the barbarians, other tribes, and the ethnic group created by them in the sky. Su Ming was also looking at them.
Their expressions were gloomy, and with reluctance, they created a majestic hall to continue the inheritance on their behalf. Their bodies disappeared at the end of the sky, and their breath... slowly became a streak of red in the void.
Lightning suddenly came down, and Su Ming could tell at a glance that the shape of the lightning was almost exactly the same as the lightning between the eyebrows of the wild beast's face.
This lightning went straight to the main hall created by the ancestors, roaring to the sky. Although the main hall did not collapse, it suffered heavy damage that could not be healed...
Su Ming saw all this.
He even saw a war between various ethnic groups in the era when the ancestors fell and disappeared. In this war, Su Ming saw the people of the Great Barbarian Tribe dying one by one, and saw how they fought to advance to the throne.
The ancestor worship platform in the past became the ancestor promotion platform. One by one, the clan members tried to find out the order of the Hall of Souls. Su Ming saw too many deaths.
He saw that the children in the tribe could no longer play, could no longer smile happily and innocently, and that the tribe was withering away...
"My intention is to raise the barbarians!" After seeing all this, Su Ming sat on the ascending platform and murmured to himself. This was his intention. It once existed, but now it has become extremely determined.
meaning.
Su Ming closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the years seemed to have passed by for an unknown amount of time. When the great barbarian tribe was about to become an empty ruin, he saw on his platform that he did not know when and how many times.
Someone came out.
It was an old man, an old man in a robe. There was a spine of a ferocious beast in front of him. He was looking at the sky, his eyes were blank. He was holding a piece of stone in his right hand and rubbing it against the spine, making a clicking sound.
the sound of.
This sound echoed, making people's hearts sting after hearing it. But at this moment, Su Ming's mind was strongly shaken. He looked at the old man, his eyes were a little blurry, the old man was a blind man, and his appearance was similar to that of a blind man.
The blind man Su Ming saw in the barbarian land was exactly the same, but when he looked at it again, he was exactly the same as Su Ming's grandfather!!
This scene reminded Su Ming of what the other party had told him... Jieman Mountain.
In this old man, Su Ming could feel a powerful fluctuation. The cultivation level represented by this fluctuation was a power that made Su Ming feel frightened. What made Su Ming's eyes shrink even more was that the old man was not with him first.
Grandpa, what does it have to do with the blind old man of the barbarian tribe? Instead, Su Ming felt Lingxian's aura in him.
Su Ming saw with his own eyes that the old man had a sad smile on his face. He raised his left hand and slapped it on the altar. Immediately, the platform shook. The whole earth shook and the sky trembled. At that moment, the whole world was suddenly shaken.
This moment completely changed.
The day turned into dusk, snowflakes fell from the sky, and the whole earth became a stranger. Even the spiritual ascension platform became a high altar. Under this altar, hundreds of thousands of barbarians in black robes,
One by one, they knelt down and worshiped there silently. A huge palace could be seen in the distance...
The moment Su Ming saw everything around him, his body trembled. He was familiar with all this. This was... the Dayu Palace he had seen among the barbarians!!
"Crack, click..." This sound echoed around, swaying in the wind and snow, lingering for a long time. The wind and snow in the sky became stronger and stronger, and the snow was swept by the wind and circled in all directions.
"Is there still hope... Is there still..." The vicissitudes of life's voice was passionate in the wind and snow, with a sense of sadness and a roar of unwillingness, coming from the mouth of the old man Su Ming was looking at.
.
Feng Xue whimpered, as if answering the old man's words, but also split his voice into pieces, and was submerged in the snow wind.
"If there is hope, where is the hope? If there is no hope, why do you let me see it!!" The old man seemed crazy, almost hysterical, roaring for nine days. Su Ming stared at all this, silently.
.
The snow is getting heavier.
"Since you let me see it, there must be hope, but where is the hope...?"
"Today Minghuang returned home by mistake, Santai opened up wasteland, and the snowy wind is coming. For the first time in all eternity, I will be unruly!" The old man raised his left hand to make a seal, and Su Ming immediately saw the wind and snow all around him.
They gathered together and turned into a dragon of wind and snow, roaring towards the sky and heading straight towards the sky.
But at the moment when this dragon of wind and snow rushed towards the sky, it seemed that it encountered an invisible barrier, and it seemed that a force of will came down, and suddenly the dragon of wind and snow collapsed.
The old man looked up to the sky and roared, biting the tip of his tongue and spitting out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, hundreds of thousands of barbarian tribesmen under the altar bit their tongues while kneeling in worship, and all spewed out blood. Their blood was flowing rapidly.
Fused together, they flew straight into the sky together with the old man's blood. After merging with the collapsed Snow Dragon, they suddenly turned into a blood-soaked dragon, carrying the voices and roars of hundreds of thousands of barbarian people.
The blood dragon rushed into the sky again.
The roar echoed, and it broke through the invisible barrier. When it reached the higher sky, its body suddenly stopped...
At this moment of pause, the blood dragon seemed to see the sky beyond the barrier and a scene that existed there.
There was only one thing in that picture... It was a butterfly, a butterfly flying outside the sky...
boom!
The blood dragon's body collapsed while roaring, turning into pieces of blood-colored snowflakes, falling from the sky. At this moment, the blood dragon collapsed, and a completely different sound from its mouth came out from its mouth!
"Sad..."
As this voice swirled around, Su Ming's heart was shaken, and the old man beside him murmured this word with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"Shang..." The stone piece he held in his right hand was currently placed on the thirteenth spine of the animal bone, motionless.
"The world I see, you can't see... you can't see... hope..." The old man murmured bitterly, and with his right hand holding the stone piece, he rubbed the animal bone again, making a clicking sound.
His figure was obviously bleak, and when combined with the voice, he revealed a sad loneliness and decline.
"Hope...not here, but in the future..." the old man murmured.
At this moment, Su Ming closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the scene had changed. It was an unknown number of years later, when the sky and the earth roared, bursts of mist filled all directions, and before the tragic death.
The sound surrounded the surroundings. Su Ming stared blankly as the land became ruins due to this catastrophe. When the surrounding area gradually became dead silent, Su Ming stood up silently. He looked around and saw countless souls.
.
Those souls seemed to have chosen enlightenment before Su Ming. Before the advent of this ancient world, and when Su Ming ascended to the spirit world, they had always existed here. They had been watching Su Ming silently. It was not until this moment that Su Ming saw them.
Those are boundless souls, those souls numbering more than hundreds of millions, those are the souls of all the dead people of the great barbarians. They appeared because of Su Ming, they existed because of Su Ming, they witnessed Su Ming's realization, they witnessed
Su Ming stepped into Lingxian...
Su Ming looked at them silently. For a long time, his voice was a little hoarse and he murmured.
"My creation is to re-create the Great Barbarian Tribe so that your souls can rest! This is my creation, and it is also the creation of being a Barbarian God!" The moment Su Ming spoke, all the souls around him came together.
They all bowed to Su Ming——
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