Volume Four, Chapter 1251, Your Ascension First Tribulation is Coming
Blood flew everywhere, and the four-armed man's head exploded. His body fell back, and he was immediately sucked into the whirlpool. He disappeared in an instant. Su Ming did not raise his head from the beginning to the end. He looked at Fang Canglan with a smile until Fang Canglan
After his face turned slightly red, he grabbed Fang Canglan's arm and pulled him into his arms.
Use your own body temperature to warm Fang Canglan's thousands of years of loneliness. The moment she was pulled into Su Ming's arms, Fang Canglan's eyes showed tenderness, as if standing here was equivalent to standing at the highest peak of life, as if she was standing in Su Ming's arms.
Being around you is like the best thing in life.
May this moment last forever, don’t ask for anything more.
Tenderness, contrasted with killing, is like a burst of colorful colors suddenly appearing in a landscape painting, so bright, so eye-catching, so...seemingly out of place, but beautifully blended together, eliminating the abruptness, leaving only beauty.
The shrill roars whirled around, and the shattered bodies scattered everywhere. The 600,000 barbarian tribesmen were so mad in order to rise and leave. At this moment, the only thing left in their minds was to kill!!
You are my life situation, let this killing unfold more and more violently as the barbarian world is continuously pulled out by the big hand, especially Su Ming's previous words, what he needs is not a protected flower,
But a big tree that still stands tall despite the wind and rain.
Who is the flower, who is the big tree, this battle... There is no witness, and there is no need for witness, because the living is the big tree, and the dead... even if it is not a flower, it is still eliminated by fate.
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This is cruel and unfair, but there is no fairness on the battlefield, and there will never be fairness in the rise of a nation. If someone dares to neglect the fight or refuse to fight, then such barbarian tribesmen are destined to be eliminated.
Moreover, in this war, there can be no slackers, because such people will be brutally killed by foreigners before they survive.
The shrill roars came from foreigners and barbarians. The short-lived warmth that came from Fang Canglan's heart was dissipated a lot under these bursts of miserable sounds. She raised her head, looked above, and looked around, with a look of unbearability.
"When I didn't have their cultivation level, I came through this way. When I had their cultivation level, I still came through this way. I don't ask them to go through life and death like me and get to where I am now.
One step, but...
The rise of the barbarians, if it were just me, in a peaceful period, with my current level of cultivation, I could do it, but... right now, if the barbarians rise, what is needed is the efforts of all the monks of the entire barbarian tribe.
And what I need them to do is to have the qualifications to survive in the outside world without me in any catastrophe in the future." Su Ming looked up at the killing above, and he saw the death of the barbarian tribesmen.
I saw them fighting bravely, and I saw their eyes gradually turning red and becoming more and more crazy.
"When they can become indifferent when fighting with others, become accustomed to it, and become adaptable... they will grow up. But now, they are just children of the clan." When Su Ming spoke, a purple light suddenly flashed in his mouth.
, the Jueyi Sword suddenly turned into a purple light and suddenly flew away, sweeping across the top. In an instant, it screamed and whirled. There were four foreigners who had just joined the battle, and their cultivation was comparable to the palm realm. Their bodies were shocked, and their heads and
The body separated and died.
"I... know what you... went through after leaving the barbarian tribe." Fang Canglan looked at Su Ming. Her eyes were soft but also unbearable. She took Su Ming's hand and held it.
"I forgot that you had such an ability." Su Ming was startled and then smiled dumbly. He remembered Fang Canglan's ability to see other people's past. Su Ming had never encountered anyone outside the barbarian tribe who could master this magical power.
Even among the barbarians, Su Ming only saw Fang Canglan.
Maybe Fang Canglan's master is better at it, maybe there are people in his lineage who can predict the world, maybe... Su Ming thought of this, and suddenly his mind was shaken, and he took a deep look at Fang Canglan with his deep eyes.
Why, in this place of hell and death, she can be alive.
Why, after she was asked to become a barbarian concubine, she could condense the soul of the barbarians and be respected by the barbarians. In addition to her personal charm, maybe... there are also some things in her blood inheritance that make the barbarians affable.
breath.
Why, she and her disciples can master the kind of magical power that even Su Ming seems to find unfathomable to see other people's past.
These things now appeared in Su Ming's mind, and he vaguely found an answer.
When the answer emerged, Su Ming's mind flashed back to the barbarian man he saw in the Hall of All Souls when he returned to ancient times, the blind man who was practicing Xun, and his grandfather...
The roaring sound of the vortex of death became more and more intense, and the fighting all around became even more brutal. At the same time, the barbarian land rose higher and higher, but due to the resistance of the vortex, it gradually rose higher and higher.
A moment later, with a deafening roar, the barbarian land suddenly lifted up. At this moment, the exit of the whirlpool was within sight.
Of the 600,000 barbarian monks, nearly 200,000 have died just during the time the barbarians were traveling through the whirlpool. The remaining ones, although their eyes were blood-red, were obviously filled with thick evil aura.
, is no longer crazy, but shows signs of indifference.
That indifference is the murderous intention that is stronger than madness after getting used to killing. It is like a piece of iron, which is being sharpened continuously towards the edge of the sword at this moment.
Among the 400,000 barbarians, more than 80,000 are from the Ming clan. They don't have many casualties because they are already used to killing, and they are already a sharp blade that is about to reveal its edge.
But now this killing with foreign tribes, this first battle after their cultivation has improved, has completely sharpened the sharp edge of the Ming Clan into a sword!
This sword is sharp and can destroy thousands of armies!!
Especially Nangong Hen, under this fight, his whole aura changed dramatically. He stood there like a sharp tooth stained with blood. When people look at it, they will feel trembling in their hearts.
chill.
It was at this moment that a stronger roar came, and from above the barbarian land, more foreigners suddenly appeared in the whirlpool. The overall strength of these foreigners was not weak. They seemed to be guarding the whirlpool and preventing anyone from going out.
the last barrier.
Even... in these foreign races with different appearances, Su Ming felt a... faint aura belonging to the fairy clan!
Compared with the exhaustion of the 400,000 barbarian tribesmen at this moment, these foreign tribes that had just appeared were like fierce men, as if they had been waiting here for a long time. At this moment, after seeing the roaring barbarian land, they saw hovering above the barbarian land, and as the barbarian land was
Behind the 400,000 barbarian tribesmen who flew up together, each of these foreigners looked ferocious and bloodthirsty. They looked up to the sky and roared, and rushed straight towards the barbarian monks like a swarm.
Their number is also hundreds of thousands. This is a war that is not fair. Although in the process of the rise of the nation, the word fairness is as ethereal as destiny, but at this moment... in Su Ming's eyes
, if he hopes there will be fairness, there must be fairness.
Seeing that the barbarian tribesmen showed their evil aura again and were about to rush out, Su Ming pulled Fang Canglan and took a step forward. He raised his left hand and waved it, causing the barbarian tribesmen's excited voices to echo.
"Let me tell you what fairness is in the rise of a nation." The moment Su Ming's voice came out, he shook his left hand towards the earth and shook it suddenly as if he was grabbing it.
In an instant, the entire barbarian land roared to the sky. Under this roar, the barbarian land shook violently, and its surrounding edges were like a sea of fire. It was the flame that appeared due to the friction of the vortex at the extreme speed. Surrounded by this flame, the entire
When viewed from a distance, the barbarian land seems to have become a huge fireball.
As the fireball roared, its speed instantly increased several times. Because of its speed, the resulting wind pressure prevented all the barbarian monks from taking off. They all fell to the ground. They all immediately sat down cross-legged and began to use their cultivation to offset it.
At the same time, they all raised their heads and saw the barbarian land turned into a fireball. In an instant, it swept all the barbarian monks and rushed straight to the exit of the vortex of death. Because of their speed, they rushed out and encountered them in an instant.
Those hundreds of thousands of foreigners.
At the moment they touched each other... the roaring sound, the shrill screams, and the indescribable roars all broke out at this moment. It is difficult to describe the cruelty of this scene. The hundreds of thousands of foreign monks were like hitting stones with eggs, and in an instant, ten thousand people were killed.
Everything will be destroyed, another hundred thousand will collapse in an instant, and another hundred thousand will explode in an instant!
The violent impact and the irresistible fireball took away countless flesh and blood and destroyed countless souls. It was like the fire of death that harvested life, ruthlessly destroying everything that stood in the way.
In an instant, most of the barbarian land suddenly rushed out of the vortex of death with a bang, allowing all the barbarian people on it to see the starry sky of the true world for the first time...
"This is the fairness that a nation needs when it rises!" Su Ming's voice swirled faintly, falling into the ears of every clan member, allowing everyone to once again express their feelings towards only one person in their lives at this moment.
The strongest roar.
"Barbarian God!"
"Barbarian God!!"
"Barbarian God!!!"
The breath of the true world is permeating the air, and the vortex of death cannot continue to be sucked in. No one can stop the barbarians from leaving, just like the rise of this nation, no one can stop it from now on.
"You follow them and wait for me outside. I have some things to do. I have to go back to the Dark Death Vortex..." Su Ming lowered his head and looked at Fang Canglan with a smile. But as soon as he said this, Su Ming's body suddenly
With a sudden shock, his head suddenly lifted up, staring into nothingness, his expression solemn as never before!
At this moment, the figure of the old man Tianling suddenly appeared next to Su Ming. His appearance was silent, but his words fell into Su Ming's mind like thunder.
"Your first calamity...is here."——
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