Volume Four, Volume 6, Three Desolation Tribulations Chapter 1288
!"Fight!!" Inside the Ninth Peak Mountain Gate, a roar rose into the sky like a tiger's roar. With the sound of this sound, Hu Zi's figure instantly appeared in Su Ming's eyes.
The moment the tiger-like body stepped out, a punch exploded with majestic physical power, and a huge mace was grabbed by Huzi's left hand from the air, suddenly appeared in his hand, and swept forward towards him.
The roaring dark morning and the cultivation of the rebellious saint.
The sky was roaring, and Huzi was just a point where the armies of both sides came into full contact. Around Huzi, countless Ninth Peak monks were engaged in a crazy life-and-death battle with Dark Morning Nisheng.
In this battle, they fight for their existence!
In this battle, they are fighting for their lives!
There are even barbarian cultivators included. In this battle, they show off their powerful bodies belonging to the barbarians!
The enemy they faced had arrived and defeated several waves of cultivators who united the three realms like a broken bamboo. They even killed Xuan Zun of the Fourth Realm, forcing the Yin Sheng Realm to seal his realm, leaving the Fourth Realm unreachable.
Not setting up a large formation, not seeking to kill the enemy, just struggling to resist.
It even swept across Daochen Zhenji, and no monk could stop it in its path. It can be said that... an army of strong men that has never failed, that is An Chen, that is Nisheng!
In this battle, the people of Ninth Peak have been prepared to die, but even if they die, they cannot live in this world in vain. Even if they die, they have to kill several people to be buried with them. Killing one person is enough, but killing two people is not in vain.
Live, kill three people and earn two!
The Ninth Peak was like this, and the barbarians were even more like this. It roared to the sky, and the sound of fighting was deafening. It swirled around the entire starry sky and became the brightest light in Su Ming's eyes.
Sixty percent of the cultivation base was sealed, and the 40% cultivation base displayed by Reversible Saint and Dark Morning Cultivation was still a powerful force in front of the ninth peak of the Sanhuang Daochen Realm.
After all, whether An Chen or Ni Sage, they inherited from the second era of this era, and their cultivation system and techniques are several levels higher than those of the Sanhuang monks. If Su Ming had not sealed 60% of their cultivation, this battle would have been impossible.
...There is no suspense at all.
Now, it is only fair to the Ninth Peak. In fact, Su Ming could have sealed a few more percent, but that would not be considered training, so he only sealed 60%, leaving An Chen and Ni Sheng to compete.
The ninth peak is not much higher than half a realm.
The sound of fighting reverberated in an earth-shattering moment. A large number of Nishi and Dark Morning cultivators poured into the formation gap almost at the moment they stepped into it. The resistance of the Ninth Peak and the perseverance on the faces of hundreds of thousands of monks were reflected in this moment.
The two sides touched and exploded instantly.
Just as soon as they made contact, a large number of deaths immediately occurred on both sides. This kind of group battle is the most test of the monk's personal cultivation. At this moment of contact, the roaring sounds of magical powers came one after another, and the light of the magic weapon and the fierceness of the collision formed ripples.
Sweeping in all directions.
In the blink of an eye, the shadow of death descended in the starry sky, waving its harvesting hands, seemingly endlessly taking away every life.
This was the battle with the most serious casualties between An Chen and Ni Sheng after they invaded the Sanhuang. Whether it was the blockade of the Three Realms of the Three Desolates in the gap of the Three Desolates or the subsequent raids by An Chen and Ni Sheng on Daochen, or the expedition.
No other true world has experienced massive casualties like this at the moment of contact.
After all, in the previous series of wars, An Chen and Ni Sheng were already invincible due to their strong cultivation.
The nine spiritual masters in white robes gritted their teeth and rushed to the front. The monks of the Ninth Peak fell back one after another. The five of them were their opponents. Although they had been weakened by 60% of their cultivation, they still used
Its strength.
But just when these nine people completely stepped into the formation gap and entered the world where the Ninth Peak is located, and they were about to rush towards Hu Zi, the craziest among the Ninth Peak monks, suddenly, Daohai below this world
, there were sudden rolling sounds, and a huge will suddenly whirled around at this moment, directly covering the nine people, and instantly submerged them in the will like a raging wave.
That is, the first of Daohai.
Shrouding these nine people in their own will, a battle between the spiritual masters separated the cultivators and unfolded between them. There was not much bloodshed, but for the nine spiritual masters, the Tao
The power of Hai Zhixian is an existence that they cannot resist after their cultivation is weakened.
At the same time, the barbarian monks in the ninth peak also showed their pride as barbarians at this moment. Since their cultivation level climbed up last time, after adapting to the atmosphere of Daochen True World,
Another transformation has begun. This transformation is accumulated and is a remnant of the barbarian bloodline. It has the same meaning as the sacrifice of the living in the Hall of Souls to fulfill the latter. In these short days, the entire ethnic group is constantly changing.
The stronger they are, the more they fight towards An Chen and Ni Sheng, fighting crazily in this melee.
Su Ming was sitting on the sea of bones, looking at the scenes in front of him, his expression calm, without any change. If a knife wants to be sharpened, its edges will be broken, and if a tree wants to grow, it will be exposed to wind and rain.
The Ninth Peak and the Barbarians were the two most important homes to Su Ming. When they grew up, they had to go through wind and rain and everything that any force would go through when it rises.
Only in this way can they grow into towering beings. Only in this way can they no longer need too much protection from Su Ming and transform from dependence to self-improvement!
What Su Ming can do is to make this war fairer. But in the end, if the Ninth Peak cannot adapt to such a war, he will be saved by Su Ming, and the Ninth Peak and the barbarians will not be allowed to be born again, because, like that
Ninth Peak, such barbarians may not have the time to rise yet, so they might as well stay in the land of death.
And if they can grow, if they have the belief to dare to fight, and the will to fight against the sky, people, and everything, then Su Ming will use his full strength to make the Ninth Peak and the barbarians,
Become the strongest sect and ethnic group under the sky!
none of them!
Looking at the war taking place ahead, Su Ming's expression slowly showed relief. He saw the resistance of the Ninth Peak, saw their unyielding and perseverance, and saw the lives that exploded at this moment.
The brightest light of life.
Especially in that crowd, a tiger like a tiger was roaring, holding a huge mace, swearing loudly while swinging, and roaring like an army, and there was no trace of honesty on his face.
, on the contrary, a ferocious ferocity emerged that made the enemies around him tremble.
And outside the gate of the Ninth Peak Mountain, the senior brother was floating in the air and sitting cross-legged without a head. He did not take action. What he did was the witch souls surrounding him. These souls whirled around and let out shrill screams.
Rush out and go straight to Dark Morning and Nisheng Xiu.
Next to the eldest brother, there is the second brother. He is gentle and elegant. His expression is more serious than ever at this moment. Orders are coming from him one after another, which affects all the changes on the battlefield. Around him, there are many people on the Ninth Peak.
The monks who didn't take action were ready to fight.
Further away, on the top of the ninth peak, Canglan stood there silently, looking into the distance with a calm expression.
The second senior brother is the soul of the Ninth Peak, and Fang Canglan is the soul of the barbarians!
And Su Ming, he is no longer the soul of this sect and this ethnic group. He has withdrawn from sight and has become the...god of this sect and this ethnic group!
Today's Su Ming can indeed be called a god. If he cannot be called a god, then there is no god in the world. He has the will of the three true worlds and can make Emperor Yan Pei Chen tremble and fear. This... is
Su Ming!
A smile gradually appeared on Su Ming's face, but Emperor Yan Peichen below him had an increasingly bitter expression. He did not dare to look back and could only look at the battlefield. However, although the battlefield was still reversed,
The cultivators of Sheng and Dark Morning had a slight upper hand, but... they no longer had any momentum.
Sixty percent of the cultivation base was strangely sealed. This incident was a huge blow and invisible pressure to all the cultivators of Nisheng and Dark Morning, which shocked their hearts.
The fight should not have continued, but the order from Emperor Yan Pei Chen forced them to fight. The result of this series of events was that the momentum of An Chen and Nisheng Xiu was not strong.
If the Ninth Peak's counterattack was not too strong, then the momentum of Ni Sheng and the Dark Morning monks would slowly rise again, but what they encountered was an unprecedented fighting from the Ninth Peak. With constant casualties, when the Ninth Peak monks
Some people began to choose to self-destruct at the moment before death. In terms of momentum, An Chen and Nisheng Xiu had been completely suppressed.
Those cultivators of Dark Morning and Rebellious Saint, they looked at the monk who yelled out the five words of Ninth Peak Glory before his death. The moment he yelled out these five words, his body collapsed and exploded... If it was just a self-destruction, then
It is impossible to shake the mind of Anchen Nisheng Xiu, but... those who self-destruct, the mighty force they cause when they self-destruct is beyond the power of their own self-destruction.
Because, on their bodies, there are actually a large number of jade slips containing the power of chaos, as well as a large number of magic weapons that can self-destruct together, as well as those pills developed by the Ninth Peak that can self-destruct.
These... exploded with each self-destructing monk, instantly increasing the power of their self-destruction several times.
This kind of madness shocked Anchen Nisheng.
Not one or two, but thousands of them. The strong roar swirled around the sky, and the self-destruction ripples formed were like the big hand of death sweeping across the battlefield, taking away a piece of life that was unwilling to leave.
In addition, among those who self-destructed, there were some who belonged to the barbarian tribe. They yelled the word "barbarian" before they died. The voice contained the reluctance to abandon the barbarians, but they did not hesitate to suffer irreversible consequences.
The injured self exploded in an instant, using the power of self-destruction to complete the final brilliance of their lives.