Volume Four Chapter 1289 Sharpen the knife and sharpen the double edge!
!In ordinary battles, when death reaches a certain level, the will will inevitably collapse and become scattered sand. But in today's battle, even if the souls of those who died before their death were destroyed by self-destruction, they became the spirits in the hearts of other living people.
The medicine that inspired their destiny also turned into eternity because of Su Ming's words.
"The Ninth Peak Sect, the barbarian tribe, all the cultivators who died in the battle, I will not let you be alone with your souls. Even if your souls are dispersed, they will be reunited."
Su Ming's words could not be heard by the barbarians and the Ninth Peak. Only Emperor Yan Pei Chen at the bottom could hear them. Almost at the moment when Su Ming's words fell, suddenly, the formation of the Ninth Peak was damaged and became a battlefield.
In the void above, a whirlpool appeared silently. When the whirlpool reversed, invisible wisps of soul suddenly appeared.
These souls looked blankly at the battlefield below. When they saw everything on the battlefield clearly, their expressions showed shock and deeper confusion. They were all Ninth Peak monks and barbarian tribesmen who died in the battle.
Almost at the moment they appeared, as the vortex rotated, they saw in the void, light spots that were invisible to the living transformed into each other. When they condensed with each other, the Ninth Peak and the Barbarian Cultivator who usually self-destructed and died.
The soul was suddenly re-condensed in the sky.
It seems that there is a supreme rule in the sky, and a sentence is clearly written in this rule!
And those words are the thirty-nine words Su Ming said before!
The living cannot see them, but they can see everything on the battlefield, including... Su Ming in the distance is a huge sun in their eyes. The sun is so huge that it seems to be the real world.
An existence that will be worshiped by the whole sky.
"As the Barbarian God of the Barbarian tribe, I was once the fourth disciple of the Ninth Peak, and now one of the founders of the Nine Peaks Sect, I...Su Ming, today, with the will of Daochen and the will of the Immortal Sect, Gang
Heaven’s will creates the tenth peak!
This tenth peak is the Mourning Peak. This peak will gather the souls of all clansmen who died in the civil war in my true world. Your souls will gather on the tenth peak to guard the mountain for your sect and your ethnic group.
river!
You will be enshrined, you will enjoy incense, you... will be the guardian souls of the sect and the ethnic group. I grant you... the qualification to be immortal as long as the sect exists!" Su Ming's voice echoed.
, a roar that the living could not hear echoed in the sky, and a sword-like mountain peak appeared in the void and formed in an instant, standing in the sky.
The souls floating around looked at Su Ming one by one. After bowing in excitement, they all flew into the mountain peak and became the first batch of immortal war souls to guard the mountains and rivers in the tenth peak!
This scene made Emperor Yan Peichen tremble. He saw it all completely, and this scene made his expression even more horrified and unbelievable.
"This is not about following the rules...this is not about changing the rules. This is...creating, in a word, creating a rule...this is...the unspeakable Tao without end!!
Because the road has no end, I will travel in a boat without end..." Emperor Yan Pei Chen murmured, and his whole body was instantly soaked in cold sweat.
Su Ming looked at the battlefield in the distance, looking at the souls that had been re-condensed and not dissipated. The admiration in his eyes became even stronger. He saw the counterattack of the Ninth Peak. It seemed chaotic, but in fact it was orderly. Everything
Everything was completed in accordance with the orders passed down by the second senior brother, including the initial attacks, including layers of suppression to prevent the momentum of Nisheng and Dark Morning from rising, including the series of self-destructions that are happening now.
These are all in accordance with the plan of the second senior brother, to suppress the enemy layer by layer, to use the momentum to ebb and flow, to invisibly dissipate Ni Sheng and An Chen's cultivation. In this way, most of An Chen and An Chen
Under this series of pressure, the remaining 40% of the cultivation of the Anti-Sage can only be used to 30%!
Su Ming was laughing, but Emperor Yan Pei Chen was in shock. His mind went blank. It took him a long time to gradually recover. His face was pale and there was no trace of blood. He could no longer change the situation of this battle. In fact, all this happened from him.
The moment the powerful presence behind him appeared that made his heart tremble, it was already doomed.
"Who is he? How could there be such a terrifying old monster in these three wild worlds... Damn it, all those old monsters are sleeping. I have never heard of anyone being able to wake up in advance. According to legend,
Here, these people were abandoned by heaven and earth, no longer in the world, and jumped out of heaven and earth...
When they wake up, it will be before the world is destroyed... But this person, he clearly gives me the feeling that he is one of those old monsters, and even among those old monsters, this person can be regarded as a strong one, with a limitless path.
, this is clearly the supreme powerhouse in the Dao Wuya realm, damn, how did he wake up!!" At this moment, Emperor Yan Pei Chen no longer considered the death and destiny of An Chen and Ni Sheng Zhixiu.
After the failure, he was thinking about how to survive the disaster in front of him.
"Ninth Peak...This old monster cares so much about Ninth Peak. I...I...I had known this earlier. Why would I bother to offend this Ninth Peak!"
Fortunately, the one here is just my clone, but... even if I lose one, it will be a great harm to me, not to mention if there is such a murderous intention, unless I can escape back to the Anchen camp, otherwise, in the
In these three desolate realms, it is extremely easy for this person to find me..."
Amidst Emperor Yan Peichen's anxiety, the monks at the Ninth Peak and Anchen Nisheng had continued the war to its peak. The tiger looked up to the sky and smiled ferociously. The place he passed was like an uninhabited land. His cultivation level was already
Strong, and the enemy's cultivation level has been weakened by nearly 70%, making him almost invincible here, except for some monks from Nisheng and Dark Chen who are strong enough even if they are weakened by 70%.
He is no match for Hu Zi at all.
As for those monks who are still strong after being weakened, their opponents... are senior brothers!
The eldest brother seems to be sitting cross-legged, but in fact, all the Shaman Souls around him have reached the level of incarnation, making the battlefield almost full of Shaman Soul figures, which means that the eldest brother is everywhere.
It can be seen that during the days when Su Ming was away from the Ninth Peak, the senior brother's cultivation has increased significantly, especially now that the technique is displayed like an incarnation outside the body, which makes Su Ming look carefully.
A few glances.
This technique is so powerful that in addition to the immobility of the main body, it can be transformed into hundreds of people and exist everywhere on the battlefield. The strength displayed by each one is indistinguishable from the cultivation level of the senior brother Su Ming remembered.
It was even more so when his elder brother was sitting cross-legged and motionless, Su Ming saw a faint hint of the spiritual ancestor. This discovery made Su Ming take a closer look and saw that the spiritual ancestor belonged to the ancestor of Daohai.
"It seems that during these days, Ninth Peak and Dao Hai are getting along very harmoniously." Su Ming showed a smile on his face and looked at the second senior brother with a hint of admiration in his expression.
In terms of personal cultivation, the second senior brother is not as good as Su Ming, but in terms of grasping the battlefield, various conspiracies, and overall planning, Su Ming is not as good as the second senior brother.
The second senior brother can organize the Ninth Peak as if it were made of iron, and he can also command the Ninth Peak to maximize its combat power in this war. In these aspects, Su Ming is indeed not as good as him.
As An Chen and the Nisheng monks suffered casualties and gradually began to retreat, as the Ninth Peak and the barbarian monks became more and more passionate in fighting, Su Ming narrowed his eyes. This ordeal could not end like this. Since it had already
To start, you have to reach an unforgettable level all at once.
Only in this way can training become a brand, only in this way can the fighting spirit of the Ninth Peak and the barbarians be ignited, so that this clan can rise in this great victory, and it can also use this battle to
Spread the reputation of this clan throughout the Three Wastelands and pave the way for their rise.
"Since you have chosen not to be lonely in this apocalypse, then...I will give you a supreme future." Su Ming said silently in his heart, his eyes flashing brightly.
"Is this all you have in Dark Morning cultivation?" When Su Ming spoke calmly, there was a hint of coldness in Su Ming's voice, which made Yan Pei's heart tremble when it reached Emperor Yan Pei Chen's ears.
"Senior..." Yan Pei looked hesitant.
"Dark morning rebels against the saint and launches an all-out battle against the Ninth Peak. If anyone backs off at all, the entire sect will be destroyed!" Yan Pei gritted his teeth and was completely frightened by Su Ming. He was in a life-or-death crisis and couldn't care less at this moment.
Too many, words were immediately heard, and the voice echoed in the starry sky of the battlefield, echoing in every dark morning rebel monk who had retreated in his heart when his momentum was completely suppressed, so that their retreating steps had to stop at this moment.
"You can fight as long as you want, but only I can stop when you say stop." Su Ming said calmly, his words did not contain much coercion, but the domineering nature of the words itself made Emperor Yan Pei Chen
Liver trembles as if frightened.
"Evil star, this person is definitely an evil star. I am afraid that in the era of his existence, this person also has a terrible reputation...but...but how can such an old monster get along with the ninth
There is a connection between the peaks..." Yan Pei Chenhuang's pale face showed bitterness. He looked at the people who stopped retreating while he was talking, but many of them turned back to look here, with hesitation or even a hint of hesitation in their expressions.
A malicious look.
The roars that seemed to be threatening death came from the mouth of Anchen Nisheng, and as they approached, they attacked frantically and launched a lifeless impact.
"After experiencing such madness, this sect and this clan can bloom in the Three Wastelands." Su Ming murmured, watching the changes in the battlefield in the distance, the expressions of every monk inside, and the movements of each monk's internal cultivation.
, were all clearly seen by Su Ming at this moment.
Just like sharpening a knife, only sharpening one side is not complete. Both sides need to be sharpened before it can be called a sharp edge. And now, Su Ming is sharpening the other side.