Volume Four, Chapter 1239 The Return of the Barbarian God!
That day, the sky was blue, twilight entered the sea, and there were no waves. He turned and left, leaving the background to her. His lonely silhouette was seen in the wind, drifting away...
Suddenly looking back, there have been many vicissitudes of life, time and space have changed, the dusk remains the same, the sea water remains the same... The woman back then is still watching silently, despite the wind and rain, and the changes of the years, without any regrets.
Fang Canglan hugged Su Ming tightly and didn't want to let go. She was afraid that if she let go again this time, it would be another thousand years.
The two people hugged each other silently in the palace of the barbarian concubine.
"When...will you leave?" Canglan's weak voice murmured in the silent palace for a long time.
"This time, I will still leave, but when I leave, I will take you and the entire barbarian tribe... together!" Su Ming spoke softly, looking at the woman in his arms, raising her head and looking at each other.
, gradually a gentle smile appeared on the woman's face.
Although the youth is gone, the beauty has entered Su Ming's mind, and his smile is very beautiful.
Leaving Su Ming's arms, he sat quietly in front of the guzheng. Canglan's music gradually circled the ancient palace again, but this time the music was no longer low and lonely, but had a love piano.
The sound floated into nothingness and dispersed into the sea.
Su Ming sat aside and looked at Fang Canglan quietly. He didn't know when a wine bottle appeared in his hand. He took a sip from time to time and gradually became tipsy. He just didn't know if it was the music that made the drunkard, the wine, or the beautiful guzheng girl.
The corners of the mouth draw a smile.
The dusk never sets outside and the waves of the sea remain strong, as if the beauty of this moment has become eternity.
This is the first time that Su Ming, after many years of wandering, has truly calmed down his heart. He is immersed in the music, in the wine, next to the beautiful woman. This feeling is indeed like a pot of wine that has lasted for thousands of years, settling to the end and becoming
Even a whiff of it can make you intoxicated.
But if you taste it carefully, you will see that this is not wine, but water with a touch of gentleness.
If Bai Ling exists, for Su Ming, it is a love that is just like the first time they met. Then this love is like spring water, sweet and unforgettable. What can be remembered is only the sweetness, and what is unforgettable is only the feeling when taking out the spring water.
like.
This spring will eventually dry up and will not last long.
If Xu Hui is wine, then this wine is destined to be a pot of strong wine. After drinking it, the heart will be hot, burning the whole body like a ray of passion, making people unforgettable. However, strong wine is often drunk when you are sad, and it will become more and more sad.
I feel that passion cannot last forever.
Yuxuan is dew, the water droplets that appear every morning. It is beautiful, crystal clear, cold and loving. It is unforgettable and unwilling to forget.
But it is different from the light and gentle water of Canglan. That gentle water can penetrate all stubborn stones after being dripped for thousands of years. Its power is soft, so it can refine all hardness. It is the perseverance in tranquility, and it is a battle.
When I suddenly looked back, the only thing I saw was.
In this calmness, in this slight drunkenness, Su Ming looked at the woman in front of him. He knew that under her protection over the years, the souls of the barbarians could not be separated and became more condensed. It seemed that the islands in the sea were scattered like loose sand.
The barbarians are actually more cohesive than ever before.
Maybe the friction between the island barbarians is still there, maybe some fighting skills are still there, but... if there is a foreign enemy, today's barbarians will be very concerned about it.
"It's time to tell everyone that I'm back." Su Ming's eyes fell toward the dusk outside the window, and he gently put down the wine bottle. The moment the wine bottle fell, and the moment the sound of music reverberated,
The barbarian aura within Su Ming exploded.
This is the aura of the barbarians, this is the aura of the barbarian gods, this is the purest power of the barbarian blood released by Su Ming after he obtained the will of the Great Barbarian Tribe.
At this moment, his body was filled with the power of the barbarians. At this moment, the billions of barbarian souls in his body all let out silent cheers. The reverberation of the cheers caused Su Ming's barbarian aura to rise into the sky.
, rushed into the sky from this palace where the Man Concubine lived, but in fact its name was the Man Temple.
The moment Su Ming's aura as a barbarian god burst out, and the billions of barbarian souls in his body cheered, with this island as the center, a boiling barbarian blood suddenly rose up.
The roar of the Barbarian God's aura caused the sky to suddenly become turbulent. Under the rolling clouds, lightning flashed across the sky, and the loud rumbling sound was like the coming of the power of God. The whirling sound of thunder caused the entire Barbarian race and all the islands in the Dead Sea to rise at this moment.
The barbarian tribesmen above were all shocked.
The first thing to feel it was the Ming Clan, the cultivators of the Ming Clan. As their bodies trembled, their Ming Clan blood boiled like never before. Under the rapid movement of their bodies, they set off wave after wave of mental shocks.
Their expressions showed excitement, and they felt strongly that the power that made their blood boil was a power they were familiar with, coming from every statue of the Ming Clan island, the power of the Ming Clan gods.
The small islands of the Ming Clan, and the cultivators of the Ming Clan all raised their heads, and with excitement on their faces, they flew up quickly. Some of them were old men who had personally experienced the Su Ming era, and now they were trembling with life.
The strongest voice.
"The ancestor has returned, this is the breath of the ancestor, this is the breath of the gods of my clan!!"
"Worship the gods, all life cultivators, follow this breath and go to worship the gods of our life clan!"
All the statues of Su Ming on the Ming clan islands seemed to have become Su Ming's clones at this moment, and the aura from Su Ming exploded more and more intensely. Under the explosion of the aura of the barbarian god, the entire barbarian tribe was at this moment
, all shrouded in Su Ming's barbarian god's will.
At the bottom of the Dead Sea, like a piece of mud in the endless abyss, at this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from the mud. The hand was filled with a force that seemed to tear the sky, and he held it with a fierce fist.
, you can see that this hand is trembling faintly. In an instant, under the roar of the seabed, a figure suddenly rushes out from the mud.
It was an old man, a figure with gray hair but piercing eyes. As soon as this figure appeared, a huge whirlpool immediately appeared in the sea. As his body swayed, the man emerged directly from the whirlpool.
He rushed out quickly and left the bottom of the sea in an instant. When he appeared on the surface, his expression showed excitement. If Su Ming could see him, he would be familiar with it.
That’s Nangong Hen!!
The leader of the Ming clan, Nangong Hen!!
"It's Su Ming's breath, it's the benefactor's breath, it's the breath of the ancestor of the Ming clan!!" Nangong Hen's body trembled, and his face showed a smile for the first time in a thousand years. This was his first smile in a thousand years.
Once he came out of seclusion, all this happened just because of Su Ming's aura.
In this excitement, Nangong Hen turned into a rainbow without hesitation and headed straight for the source of the aura, the barbarian holy land.
Su Ming's Barbarian God aura was still spreading, affecting not only the Ming clan, but also all the barbarian people on all the islands in the entire barbarian land.
Even the Wu Clan is the same at this moment, and even some other ethnic groups are still the same, because no matter which ethnic group lives in this barbarian land, their ancestors are actually barbarians.
As the blood boils, like the burning of Qi and blood, every barbarian strongly feels a call. It is... the call of the Barbarian God. It is a call from the bottom of their hearts, from their blood and souls.
There has always been a desire to worship.
One after another, the figures soared into the sky rapidly, following the guidance of the blood and the summons of the Barbarian God, flying rapidly, they were going to... worship the Barbarian God!
No one doubts that this is false. Because the blood is boiling and everyone around him feels exactly the same, there is only one answer.
"The Barbarian God... is back!!" whirled around with excited roars. Most of the voices came from the old people, because they had experienced such a thing before, so... they did not hesitate and flew quickly.
On the nameless island, Fang Mu and Yan Luan were feeding pills to a thin young man. But then, their minds were shocked. The call and boiling of their blood made Fang Mu turn around without hesitation and face the Holy Land for the first time.
direction and galloped away.
On Nanze Island, Bai Changzai and others were waiting in the hall. They were silent to each other, as if they were waiting for something. When the blood boil came, all of them looked excited and said nothing, but figures rushed out of the hall quickly.
, towards the Holy Land... at full speed.
At the same time, the Yaman tribe occupied an island. The old man Yaman in the secret room, one of the strong men who had been canonized by Su Ming, now no longer looked hesitant, but his body was trembling slightly, and his expression was
Showing unprecedented excitement, he rushed out of the retreat and flew into the sky amidst the roar.
"The barbarians... are about to rise, the barbarian gods are coming back, the barbarian gods are coming back!!" The old Yaman looked like he had just walked out of the coffin, feeling the boiling blood in his body that was even stronger than before, and he looked up to the sky and laughed.
Wushuang, Mangong of the Luanshan tribe, this powerful man who, like Yaman, was personally canonized by Su Ming, stood up from the island where he was with a long smile.
"The Luanshan tribe obeyed the order and followed me to pay homage to the Barbarian God. Our Barbarian God...he is back!!"
The two old guys, Barbarian Gong Xuesha of the Taoyun Tribe and Tianqi, the Great Elder of the All Living Beings Sect, are now also rushing out of the secluded place with excited long smiles, taking their tribes to pay homage to their tribe just like they did back then.
Barbarian God.
"The Barbarian God is back. This aura is that of the fourth generation Barbarian God. Sons and gentlemen, why don't you follow me, Chi Lei Tian, to pay homage to our Barbarian God!!"
The entire barbarian race was invisibly burning due to the spread of Su Ming's barbarian god's aura. The boiling blood and the call of the barbarian god turned into a passion that existed in the hearts of every barbarian tribesman.
This passion is a strong desire. It is the desire for the rise of the barbarians. It is the madness to sacrifice everything for the barbarians. At this moment, it turns into a rainbow between the sky and the earth. From all directions, all tribesmen who can fly are heading towards the barbarians.
The Holy Land, the direction from which the summons came, was galloping and roaring.
A rainbow pierces the sky, this scene shakes the sky and worships the barbarian god!——
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