Su Ming seized the Daochen True World and condensed the True World clone. Although this place does not belong to the scope of the Daochen True World, and although it is a vortex of death, Su Ming's life level is still not as high as this small one.
A dragon transformed from death energy can offend the slightest.
Just like a superior, even if they no longer have their own territory, they still cannot be invaded easily.
After drinking away the dragon of death energy, Su Ming stepped forward with a calm expression and stepped directly into the crack at the entrance to the barbarian world. But the moment he stepped into the crack, just as his body was about to disappear, Su Ming's expression suddenly changed.
There has been a change.
He seemed a little confused and surprised, but soon the change in his expression was a touch of shock.
Su Ming felt a strong and indescribable power of fate. There were about two hundred thousand zuoyou of this fate, but any one of them was as strong as the monks that Su Ming had enslaved and branded in the Daochen Realm.
Nearly three hundred.
In other words, the power of these 200,000 karma can be compared to the karma power gathered by six million monks from the outside world.
Just this alone shocked Su Ming, not to mention that in addition to the power of these 200,000 Yuan Dharma, Su Ming also felt the scattered existence of nearly a million Source Dharma. The power of these Yuan Dharma,
Although it is not comparable to the 200,000, each one is equivalent to the gathering of a hundred people from the outside world.
How could all of this not shock Su Ming? If these fates could be used by him, which is equivalent to more than 100 million fates in the outside world, he could even directly descend to his true world clone in the barbarian land and turn this world into
A part of his true world.
Su Ming's eyes were focused, and he stepped into the barbarian land without hesitation. He could strongly feel that the power of these fates was strong, but no one's will could absorb it, because all the powers of these fates were imprinted.
It's...Su Ming's brand.
Almost at the moment when Su Ming's figure disappeared, in the world where Di Tian was in the vortex of death, Di Tian, who was lying in the coffin, suddenly opened his eyes, and his will suddenly spread to cover the entire world.
"I feel... Su Ming's aura!"
With the whirling of Emperor Tian's will, suddenly in this world, a series of wills suddenly descended, causing the heaven and earth to roar, and the void was distorted, as if the doomsday appeared.
"It's not time to go out yet, this son has arrived... just leave him alone..."
"The whirlpool of death...cannot be disturbed..."
"Sang servant's servant...death can conceal more traces..."
"The arrival of Dark Morning and Nisheng, the complete collapse of the Three Wastelands, until they...arrive...that's when we...go out."
These wills carry ancient vicissitudes. After touching each other with Di Tian's will, they gradually dissipated. As their wills dissipated, in this vortex of death, there were eight cracks at the entrance to the space world, which instantly closed together and disappeared.
Shadowless, seemingly disappearing forever from these tens of thousands of worlds.
…
In the barbarian land, the sky is no longer blue, but has an khaki color. If you look carefully, you can faintly see that there seems to be an khaki halo that exists in the sky, blends with the sunlight, and falls into the sea.
The entire ground is a vast ocean as far as the eye can see. The sea water is surging, its color is like ink. It is black in patches, and the waves are like juice...
Islands stand tall one after another, with no mainland visible. Perhaps some of the larger islands are already the mainland here.
The four continents of those years may have experienced some profound destruction during the thousands of years of changes, causing the continents here to be shattered in an unknown year, either sinking into the sea, or turning into isolated island stars.
Luo.
The barbarians, the witch tribe, and those who are called evil barbarians are all continuing to multiply in this original barbarian land, now the Dead Sea island...
Without the distinction of continents and regions, the sects of the past either disappeared or fell, rarely flourishing, and the tribes of the past either perished or were buried in the deep sea, so... today, more than a thousand years later.
, in the world of barbarians, there are very few tribes that can be seen, and there are not many sects that can scale.
Most of them are... some people from various tribes and sects gathered on the same island, and they reunited to form forces and alliances.
From a historical point of view, the barbarians have transformed, stepped out of the tribal era, and also stepped out of the era of sects and sects, and entered the contention of a hundred schools of thought, which is not limited to tribal sects, but another way of existence.
Too many stories have been submerged in the depths of the sea, too many corpses have not been hidden among the ruins of the deep sea, and there are also too many regrets and pursuits that have either passed or disappeared over the course of more than a thousand years.
The wind dissipates...
"The first generation of barbarian gods, Lie Shanxiu, has risen our barbarian tribe for thousands of years. The second generation of barbarian gods are dying soon, causing worries about the immortality of the barbarian body. The souls of the third generation of barbarian gods are lingering, but it is a pity that the common people have no hope. The fourth generation of barbarian gods...the fourth generation of barbarians
God..." The immature child's voice gradually swirled from a medium-sized island in the Dead Sea to a flat mountain.
There were more than a dozen children of seven or eight years old there, all sitting with grimaces. One of the children stood there, apparently forgetting when he was talking about the fourth generation of barbarian gods, and looked in front of them in fear, and one of them crossed his legs.
The old man sitting there.
The old man was wearing coarse linen clothes, with white hair and wrinkles on his face. He was looking at the frightened boy sternly.
"The fourth generation of barbarian gods... the fourth generation of barbarian gods..."
"The fourth generation of barbarian gods expelled the immortal prisoner, meaning that his body will be immortal!" There was a little girl next to the boy. She sighed softly and immediately said.
After she finished speaking, the boy felt relieved, but immediately spoke loudly.
"I already remembered it, I..."
"Okay!" The old man sitting cross-legged in front of the group of children said slowly. As soon as he spoke, the children immediately became obedient one by one.
"You are the children of the barbarians. You have the blood of the barbarians. You must remember this and remember the four barbarian gods of our barbarians for everything they have sacrificed for the rise of the barbarians.
In particular, one generation of barbarian gods created the glory of our barbarian tribe. Four generations of barbarian gods united the scattered barbarian tribes with one person's power, and drove the immortal cultivators who enslaved us from the barbarian land!
You must remember these two barbarian gods throughout your life!!" The old man's words gradually became stern.
The children immediately nodded one by one. They always remembered the names of the four wild gods and would never forget them. The boy before was indeed slower because of nervousness.
"Tomorrow, you will accept Man Qi. Whether you have the qualifications to practice barbarism, and whether you can be blessed by Man Fei when you grow up, and achieve the meaning of life cultivation, depends on your luck..." The old man's words are no longer harsh, but
Showing kindness.
"I want to become a life cultivator!"
"I also want to become a life cultivator. That is the tribe left by the fourth generation of barbarian gods. My father is a life cultivator..." The children immediately became excited one by one and started shouting. The childish voices echoed in this early morning.
, blended with the crashing sound of the surrounding waves and spread far away.
"It's not that easy to become a life cultivator. The life cultivator is the only descendant tribe left before the disappearance of the fourth generation Barbarian God Su Ming... The monks in this tribe use their lives to rise to the sky, and use their lives to modify the rebellion of heaven and earth.
, If you don’t have the will to move forward, you cannot become a life cultivator, and you are not worthy of becoming a life cultivator." The old man spoke slowly, raised his head as he spoke, and looked into the distance.
Following his gaze, you can see an island in the sea not too far away from here.
The most obvious thing on the island is a huge statue of a young man. The young man is wearing a robe, with his hands behind his back, as if his hair and clothes are being blown by the wind. He is staring into the distance, with a majestic look on his face.
It exuded even more intense pressure.
This coercion shrouded the surrounding area, causing no sea beast within a radius of thousands of miles of this sea area to dare to come even half a step closer. However, anyone who came close would quickly go around it on its own.
You can faintly see that there are many figures worshiping under the statue on the island...
Their faces were full of fanaticism, and their expressions were full of piety. The statue in front of them was the fourth generation of barbarian gods in the eyes of outsiders, but in the eyes of all the barbarians on this island, this statue was their soul and their soul.
The ancestor gave them the hope of life and created the gods of the Ming clan.
The Ming clan is inviolable, and the Ming clan should rise on its own!
For more than a thousand years, although the size of this former Ming Clan island has not changed much, there are already as many as 30,000 Ming Clan monks on it, and here...among the Ming Clan, it is called
Holy place.
In fact, there are thirty-three islands with statues of Su Ming in the Dead Sea, and each of them has thousands or even tens of thousands of life cultivators.
They do not interfere in the wars between the barbarian forces on the countless islands in the Dead Sea. Their status is above all forces, maintaining the balance of the barbarian world and guarding the sea. They have only two enemies, one is the infinite in the Dead Sea.
Endless, a tide of beasts appears every once in a while.
There is also... the external creatures that come from the earthy yellow halo in the sky from time to time. Whenever one of these two things happens, it is the time for the life cultivator to take action.
On weekdays, they focus on practicing, worshiping statues, and sacrificing all their lives for their gods.
In the eyes of the old man, there was a mountain behind the statue of the Holy Land of the Ming Clan. On that mountain was a huge palace that was not luxurious, but full of the atmosphere of the ancient barbarians.
The appearance of this palace is similar to that of Dayu Palace. It stands majestically on the mountain top. There are bursts of light spreading out from inside and outside. This light is not dazzling. Its soft light is a bright light on the Dead Sea.
, every once in a while, barbarian cultivators from various islands in the Dead Sea would come here to worship.
Because in that palace lived... the most noble being in the barbarian land today. Although she denied it, she was still considered to be the concubine of the fourth generation barbarian god because of the stability needs of some barbarians. Her name was Fang Canglan.
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