In this barbarian Dead Sea, the waves rolled, and the sky that was supposed to set turned around and stood up again in the sky, changing from the afterglow of dusk to the moment of intense attention...
The entire barbarian tribe's cultivators felt their blood boiling in their bodies, especially those from the Ming tribe, whose hearts were shaken for a moment...
Far outside the barbarian world, deep in the whirlpool of death, there are three ancient wills that seem to be awakening from their slumber...
"The barbarians have changed..."
"This change should be extinguished..."
"It's him..." The moment these three wills awakened, a rumbling wind immediately rose from their consciousness. This wind was invisible and howling, following the rotation of the vortex of death, heading straight towards... the world of barbarians.
And go.
This wind is not the coming of their will, but the wind formed by one of their thoughts.
At the same time, in the barbarian world, due to the reversal of the sun and the boiling of blood, countless barbarian monks, no matter which island they were on, no matter what they were doing, all raised their bodies with a shudder.
Headed.
Yaman, who was once one of the five strongest men of the Eastern Wasteland barbarians, was given to the Hidden Dragon Sect by Su Ming as a tribe to propagate. Then the Dead Sea filled the air and the continent was shattered. He occupied an isolated island and is now regarded by the barbarians as the Nine Great Ones.
One of the forces, the Yaman tribe, was in a secret room deep in the mountains. The body of Yaman, which had been motionless for hundreds of years, suddenly shook and raised its head, with a trace of hesitation in its expression...
Similarly, on the many islands in the Dead Sea, some strong men from the past who are still alive today also opened their eyes while meditating.
And in the palace that was filled with the aura of the ancient times in the peak of the Holy Land of the Ming Tribe, the sound of the guzheng whirling around suddenly stopped. Fang Canglan, the barbarian concubine’s hands were still on the guzheng, and she gradually raised her beautiful head,
There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.
All the barbarian practices have changed at this moment due to the appearance of all this.
But this feeling of trembling blood and agitation in the soul, which only appeared for a few breaths, was immediately blown away by a soundless wind coming from the sky, blowing like a broken bamboo.
It seems that the will within this wind will never allow any changes among the barbarians, especially a scene like this that can trigger the bloodline of the entire barbarians is not allowed.
It seemed that everything before had become an illusion. The rising sun in the sky was swept by the wind, and seemed to turn into a strong pressure, causing the sun to slowly sink again and turn into the setting sun again.
The wind was invisible and invisible. As it whirled around, Su Ming raised his head sharply. A gleam appeared in his eyes. He clearly felt that in the sudden wind, there existed the three ancient thoughts of will.
He snorted coldly, and with the gleam in his eyes, his will suddenly rushed to the sky, and touched the invisible wind for an instant without any reservation. This was the collision of four wills, and the roar of this collision could not be understood by outsiders.
I heard that only Su Ming and the three ancient wills can feel it clearly.
During the roar and whirling, Su Ming's will carried the will of the true world. Sweeping under it, the three ancient wills violently retreated and disappeared into the world of barbarians in an instant.
Su Ming swayed here and took a few steps back. When he raised his head, his eyes showed murderous intent. These three ancient wills were the people Su Ming must kill when he returned to the barbarian world.
In the brief contact just now, Su Ming did not gain an overwhelming advantage, but was evenly matched with these three ancient wills. However, if it were in the Daochen True Realm, it would definitely be a different situation.
The sun in the sky seemed to be eternally fixed at dusk, neither rising nor sinking. Su Ming's eyes flickered, he lowered his head to look at the island of the Ming Clan below, and walked away in silence.
These three ancient wills did not come before, but came with thoughts. Now that Su Ming has left and pursues them, he may be able to find the place where these three wills sleep.
But Su Ming had just returned to the barbarian world, and he hadn't seen many old friends yet, so he didn't want to leave right now.
Su Ming walked in the air, the Dead Sea rolling under his feet, until an island appeared in the distance in the dusk. The appearance of the island was a little different from what Su Ming remembered, but Su Ming still recognized it. It was... Nanze
island.
Outside the island, in the sea water, a long laugh could be heard at this moment. The laughter had a cheerful meaning, and when it spread around, it also caught Su Ming's eyes.
He saw a sea dragon about a hundred feet in size rolling and roaring in the Dead Sea. On top of the sea dragon stood a man. This man was not tall and tall, but rather frail. He was wearing a white robe and had swaying gray hair.
, his right hand firmly grasped Hai Long's beard, and his left hand made a fist and punched Hai Long between his eyebrows. One punch after another made the Hai Long roar shrilly.
Looking at the gray-haired man in white robe, Su Ming's eyes narrowed, and a smile gradually appeared on his lips. Su Ming would never forget this man, that was...
"Grandpa Bai is brave and invincible. Nanze is the first and the most powerful. This time I went to sea and gained something. Give me this sea dragon, okay." On the beach of the island, a man who looked only eight or nine years old
Children, big and small, were clapping their hands and shouting loudly at the man in white robe who was attacking the sea dragon on the sea.
Next to the child, stood a woman with a gentle face. The woman looked at the child lovingly, then raised her head with a smile and looked at the big man on the sea who was attacking the sea dragon.
"You're such a sweet little kid." The man surnamed Bai raised his head and let out a hearty laugh. With a sway, he grabbed the dying sea dragon and headed straight to the island. As he approached the beach, he raised his right hand and flicked it, and immediately the 100-foot-long sea dragon appeared.
He swung it up directly and hit it on the beach of the island with a bang, kicking up a lot of sand.
His body then flashed and appeared in front of the child.
"Senior Bai, please don't mind if children are immature." The woman with a majestic child immediately bowed softly.
"It's okay, it's okay. This little kid is very cute. Ya Jiu, I'll give this sea dragon to you. Remember to ask you to take out the birth crystal. It's an important thing that can increase the life span of our barbarian monks." The white-robed man
He touched the child's head and spoke with a smile.
The child immediately cheered and looked very excited. The woman next to him looked even more loving in her eyes.
At this moment, in the distance of Nanze Island, there were more than ten rainbows flying towards them rapidly. After approaching them in an instant, there were three people at the front. These three people could not see Su Ming, but Su Ming could see them.
He looked at the man in the white robe, at the woman next to the child, and at the three people among the dozen people who came, with memories in his expression.
"See Senior Bai, congratulations on your return." These three people are two men and one woman. They look about middle-aged, but the vicissitudes of their expressions can tell that they are already quite old.
Among these three people, one man and one woman are obviously husband and wife, while the other person is a man in green robes. This man's expression is cold and stern, as if there is no emotion at all. When he stands there, there is a cold air coming out, as if strangers should not approach him.
"Ziyan Nvwa, this sea dragon is asking your son to leave. Remember to remove the birth crystal from him." The man in white robe looked at the only woman among the three and said with a smile.
"Thank you, senior. Please don't mind if the dog is young and ignorant." The woman was Zi Yan, and she bowed to the man in white robe with a smile.
Su Ming was in mid-air, looking at these familiar people on Nanze Island. The old man surnamed Bai, Su Ming, would never forget that... Bai Changzai was a barbarian back then. Su Ming and Bai Changzai had only met a few times.
We met briefly, but this person left a very deep impression on Su Ming.
Seeing it again at this moment, Su Ming felt the traces of vicissitudes and passage of time on Bai Changzai.
That child is the son of Ziyan and Yamu. Judging from his age, he should have been born in recent years. As for the other woman... except Wanqiu, there is no one else.
Just like back then, Wanqiu was still alone, and the arrogance from back then had disappeared. Although she was not a woman, what existed in her now was only tenderness like water.
As for Zi Che... maybe it was because he was affected too much by Su Ming's side, and there were some things about him that he couldn't change. Therefore, even after more than a thousand years, he became more and more indifferent, but Su Ming knew
, with Zi Che’s character, under this cold appearance, there is a persistent heart.
"Where did Fang Canglan... go?" Su Ming murmured. He looked towards Nanze Island, but could not find Fang Canglan. Su Ming shook his head. He did not use his spiritual consciousness to instantly explore the entire barbarian world.
It's not that he doesn't want to, but that he doesn't want to. Sometimes, knowing too much is a kind of cruelty. If his spiritual consciousness suddenly permeates the entire barbarian tribe, Su Ming will immediately know who among his old friends is no longer there.
But he didn't want such a result, and he would rather not know about it.
"Well, she has her own life, how can she wait forever." Su Ming was silent. He thought of Fang Canglan's delicate figure standing on the top of the mountain when he left the barbarian land. It seemed as if it could be dispersed by the wind.
The woman who went.
Su Ming lowered his head and looked at the car, then at the children beside Wanqiu.
"Ya Jiu... this Jiu, is it the ninth peak of remembrance..." Su Ming thought of the long-lost relationship between Zi Yan and his second senior brother, sighed softly, and walked towards the beach of Nanze Island.
His steps were not fast. When he stepped on Nanze Island, the people here did not notice that there was an extra person here. In fact, from their perspective, Su Ming's figure did not exist.
Bai Changzai couldn't notice it, neither could Ziyan and his wife, nor Wanqiu. Only Ziche suddenly trembled, as if he felt something in the dark. He raised his indifferent head, but when he looked,
Nothing was found.
And... that child, the child that Su Ming wanted him to see. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Su Ming walking from the beach.
"Your name is Ya Jiu?" Beside the child, Su Ming knelt down, touched the child's head, and spoke softly. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)