"Mourning..." Su Ming's eyes flashed brightly, and he looked at a large number of threads of light condensing above him, outlining his other self in this world in the shape of a butterfly. His peripheral vision swept over the ten mourning souls around him.
Su Ming didn't understand the so-called mourning, nor did he know why this kind of soul was called mourning, but he could feel that there was a long-lasting sense of vicissitudes among these ten mourning souls.
Especially the three words just now seemed to echo from the past at the moment they were spoken, containing a rule that Su Ming did not understand.
At the moment when these three paragraphs were swirling around, another Su Ming in this world, who was Sangzi, flashed a cold light in his eyes, and turned into a huge butterfly, roaring straight towards Su Ming.
Su Ming snorted coldly, and waved forward with both hands clasping, and countless mountain peaks appeared instantly. These peaks were all illusory. In the blink of an eye, there were as many as a billion, filled with infinite emptiness. They overlapped each other in an instant, and turned into
Nine mountains surround Su Ming.
This is the most powerful mountain-moving technique that Su Ming can display now that his will is almost complete. With the roar, as Su Ming waved his hand, the nine mountains rushed straight towards the approaching Sangzi.
The loud rumbling sound was earth-shattering at this moment, and nine mountains collapsed in an instant. However, the butterflies transformed by Sangzi collapsed and fell into pieces at this moment. Another Su Ming in this world spurted out blood, and his body suddenly rolled back hundreds of feet.
, Su Ming's eyes were full of murderous intent, and the remaining five peaks roared as he stepped forward, like five sharp arrows heading straight towards Sangzi.
It's a long story to describe all this, but in fact it only took a moment. While the roaring reverberation was still lingering, the five peaks approached Sangzi, and they were about to rush away like a broken bamboo.
But at this moment, suddenly, from the flickering light of the ten mourning souls, a huge dark vortex suddenly appeared around Sangzi. As the vortex rotated silently, a sudden sound appeared inside it.
There is an extra face.
The features on the face were clear, and it was obvious that he could remember it at a glance, but the strange thing was that when Su Ming looked at it, he had the illusion that he had clearly remembered it, but could not imprint it on his mind, and would forget it in an instant.
Almost at the moment when this feeling emerged, deep words came out from the face and mouth of this whirlpool.
"Everything that exists can be lost because it exists... This is death."
The moment these words were spoken, five peaks roared towards them. The moment they touched the vortex, Su Ming's eyes suddenly shrank. He clearly saw that there was no vibration or abnormality in the five peaks.
Under such circumstances, it actually...disappeared out of thin air!!
Leave nothing behind. Just like that sentence, because it exists, it can be lost!
"You can't break Su's mourning. These ten people are not really mourning. They just had some bloodlines during their lives, and they were inspired by me after their death. Each person only received 10% of the real mourning power.
Mourning... That was a tribe that appeared in the real world of Sangxiang like a flash in the pan in the ancient years. There were only a few members of this tribe. But it caused a sensation in the entire world. Therefore, the tribe seemed to be born to integrate into the rules and become the rules.
But wherever mourning exists, there is nothing they don’t know!
They still have many strange powers. It was Lord Sang Xiang who personally took action to wipe out this clan!
But what this clan has been erased is only the physical body, and its inheritance cannot be erased. Not even Lord Sang Xiang can do this, so the clan is a different kind, and its inheritance is long. When Su became Sangzi, I wiped it out of nothingness.
Summoned from within, it became my...mourning!" This world spirit is Su Ming. The young man's voice swirled with gloom, and there was also a hint of ferocity that was gradually revealed.
Su Ming's eyes flashed and he looked at the soul in the vortex. Without saying a word, he stepped forward instantly and appeared next to one of the ten mourners around him. He raised his right hand and suddenly grabbed it, but...he missed it!
As if the mourning did not exist, Su Ming's right hand swept across his body.
"They just don't exist. Just because they don't exist, that's why... they exist!" As Sang Zi's laughter echoed, the eyes of the faces in the vortex suddenly flashed, and immediately the ten mourning figures around Su Ming all appeared.
Under the twists and turns, it disappeared into smoke.
"A very interesting ethnic group, it reminds me of a strange power I have encountered before." Su Ming's eyes fell coldly on the face of the whirlpool, and when he spoke lightly, a black light flashed all over his body, which was the extremely dark light.
The moment of catharsis, it turned into a source of extremely dark light, and even more like a sea of light, whizzing straight towards the face of the whirlpool.
"All the dead have thoughts out of nothing because of the thoughts of the living. This is mourning." At the approaching moment, when the words swirled around the whirlpool face, from behind the whirlpool Sang Zi became another Su Ming in this world.
From his mouth, a low roar with strong murderous intent suddenly came out.
"My thoughts, the thoughts that came out of nothing, were you...death, death, death, death, death!"
With a bang, Su Ming's extremely dark light disappeared in an instant when the first word "death" came out. At the same time, the moment the second word "death" appeared, Su Ming's expression changed instantly, and his body suddenly trembled as his body roared.
Back off.
But just when he took three steps back, the third word "death" came out, causing Su Ming's whole body to shake violently, as if his flesh and blood were reversed, and he stepped back again with an increasingly pale face, as if there was a strong feeling in front of him.
The explosion collapsed and shook his body. When he stepped back, the fourth word of death fell on Su Ming's mind like a heavy hammer.
His mind roared, and Su Ming seemed unable to resist this power. Whether it was his magical power or his will, it was difficult to find out its existence. It seemed that this power was in his heart, and it was stimulated and ignited at this moment, causing astonishing damage to his body.
Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. The moment Su Ming stepped back, the fifth word "death" came out. Su Ming spurted out a large mouthful of blood and stepped back again. This time, he did not stop until he had retreated hundreds of feet. His eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.
, with a ferocious look on his face, staring at the face of the whirlpool, staring at the other self floating in this world after the whirlpool.
He raised his right hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the ferocious expression on his face turned into a murderous intent.
"As expected of another me in this world. His cultivation level is obviously not as good as mine, but he can injure me in this way." Su Ming raised his head and flicked his right hand before opening his mouth. A whirlpool immediately appeared in his hand.
As the vortex accelerated, a star vortex gradually appeared inside it.
"It's not me who hurts you, it's Mourning. If you can't break my Mourning Soul, you can only be sealed and slowly fused into one body by me. I am you and you are me." Another Su Ming in this world,
He looked at Su Ming from behind the whirlpool face, without concealing the murderous intent in his eyes. When he spoke lightly, he raised his right hand and waved it. Immediately, the eyes of the whirlpool face in front of him shone, and in an instant, the whirlpool came straight to Su Ming.
"To mourn the deceased, take the thoughts of the living, take the existence of the dead, take the sustenance of the pursuit of the spirit, take the power of this life and the next, condense it into incense, and use this... to turn mourning into death, let the existing continue to exist, and let the gone...
...Return to nothingness!" The voice murmured from the mouth of the whirlpool face. When the voice was heard in the ears, there was a sense of decay and vicissitudes, as if the murmur had existed for countless years. At this moment, it whirled around again, making the starry sky shake.
Su Ming's eyes contracted. At this moment, he suddenly had a strong feeling. It seemed that his will, cultivation and even vitality began to decrease at this moment. It seemed that these words had strange power and could interfere with the changes in the heaven, earth and sky.
, which made Su Ming clearly feel that the will of the Immortal Sect True World that had disappeared due to his appearance in the Sangxiang True World actually... showed signs of recovery.
Su Ming even felt that the will of Daochen Zhenjie in the Three Wilderness Realms that he had taken away his body had also undergone such a change.
This change shocked Su Ming's mind, and he felt a strong crisis instantly. However, there was no fear in his expression, because... Su Ming always believed that no power in this world can exist forever.
Yes, everything has a natural enemy. There is not one natural enemy, but one appears at the same time. Even if it is destroyed, another one will definitely appear again after an unknown number of years.
Just as the old man Tian Ling said, Su Ming firmly believed that powerful wills such as Sanhuang's would have natural enemies, let alone the mourning clan.
Su Ming's eyes flashed with cold light, and his will exploded. It was the majestic will of two true realms condensed together. It was the second strongest power in any great realm, second only to the highest will in this realm.
The divine pressure of this will can destroy millions of monks. Even the other self here will succumb to this will unless he borrows the power of Sang Xiang.
When his cultivation level has reached Su Ming's level, his magical power has become ever-changing for him. It is not limited to a certain area, but can be transformed and operated as long as he thinks about it.
For example, at this moment, when Su Ming's will was swirling and spreading, a red lightning flash appeared in front of Su Ming. This lightning carried a shocking aura. The moment it appeared, the surrounding starry sky seemed to be immersed in a trance.
A relatively static and eternal state.
This is clearly the Lingxian Tribulation!
It was just imitated by Su Ming with his will. Although it was not as powerful as the real Lingxian Jie, it was still enough to frighten the world.
"The Mourning Clan can be wiped out by Sang Xiang's will, so no matter how strong this clan is, it has its limits." The moment Su Ming's cold words came out, red lightning roared straight towards the face of the whirlpool.
Without waiting to see the result, Su Ming flicked his sleeves, and five bolts of lightning appeared in front of him. These five bolts of lightning instantly turned into five faces, intertwined together to form five faces, and turned into a face.