!In the face of absolute strength, what does power mean?
Su Ming already possesses this strength. He looked at the Anchen Nisheng who collapsed like a piece of loose sand, and looked at the Ninth Peak monks and barbarian tribesmen who were fighting for days and rushed out to pursue him. Su Ming's face showed a smile.
There were casualties in this battle, but the cultivation of monks is a kind of robbery of life. It is a rugged road. Death is not terrible on this road. What is terrible is the fear of death, which is the loss of a firm confidence.
Looking at the starry sky, Su Ming took a step forward. When he landed, he was already inside the gate of the Ninth Peak. He appeared next to his second senior brother who was concentrating on the changes in the battlefield with a look of confidence and elegance.
"Second Senior Brother." Su Ming spoke softly.
The moment he spoke, the second senior brother turned around sharply. The senior senior brother who had been sitting cross-legged and meditating not far away seemed to have opened his inner eyes at this moment and paid attention to Su Ming.
Su Ming's figure appeared in front of the second senior brother, with a smile and a bow with cupped fists.
The eldest brother had no head, but his body was filled with joy at this moment. The second brother's spirit perked up and he hugged Su Ming while laughing.
"I knew you would be fine." The second senior brother put his hands on Su Ming's shoulders as he laughed and looked at him carefully, his expression showing a sense of brotherly friendship.
"You should have been here a long time ago. How is your second senior brother doing in this battle?" The second senior brother said with a smile on his face with a touch of pride.
The eldest brother also stood up. When he walked slowly, he raised his right hand and hugged Su Ming. There were no words, but all the concern was in the hug between the brothers, so there was no need to say more.
Feeling the powerful beating of his senior brother's heart, Su Ming, even though his cultivation had reached an incredible level and his will was second only to Sanhuang, at this moment, he seemed to have forgotten his cultivation. He only knew that he was
The younger brother of the Ninth Peak, the younger brother who is always protected by the three senior brothers.
"Second Senior Brother, you showed your style in this battle." Su Ming looked at the proud Second Senior Brother with a smile on his face and spoke softly.
Amidst the laughter of the second senior brother, a rainbow roared in the distance. Before the figure approached, Huzi's voice came like a roar of thunder.
"Grandma, this battle was a blast. Senior brother, second senior brother, look at how many people Huzi killed in this battle... um?" Huzi was roaring and approaching when he opened his mouth, but at the moment when he was approaching, he
Suddenly he saw Su Ming.
"Junior brother!" Huzi paused, looked at Su Ming, then quickly came over with long strides, stepped forward and hugged Su Ming whole.
"You, you, you... Do you know how many times the second senior brother went to watch silently outside the whirlpool of death after you disappeared? Do you know how many times the senior senior brother desperately tried to break through the cultivation base just to avoid the consequences?
Let you always wander between life and death.
Do you know that Hu Zi and I have not slept for how many days in order to set up the formation? Junior brother, if you listen to Hu Zi, don’t walk on the ninth peak when you come back this time. Can we senior brothers be together for a long time?
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As Huzi spoke, his expression of excitement turned into whimpering outside. He was a big man like a tiger, a ferocious man who killed people without blinking an eye. Even his smile was full of ferocity, and his whole body was full of evil energy.
But in front of Su Ming, in front of his second senior brother and senior brother, he was just like a child, a tiger who liked to laugh, cry and peek.
"Junior brother, are you still leaving this time?" The second senior brother was silent for a moment and looked at Su Ming.
Although the senior brother did not speak, at this moment he seemed to be waiting for Su Ming's answer.
Su Ming was silent and did not speak. He looked at his senior brother, second senior brother and Hu Zi, and after a long time he nodded slowly.
"When I deal with the last three things, I will return to the Ninth Peak and never leave for a hundred years."
Night, the night of the Ninth Peak, the starry sky is thousands of miles away, and it is bright. The battle during the day has ended. At this moment, most of the monks have rested and meditated. Only a few are repairing the formation quickly, allowing the formation to slowly fill the gap.
heal.
On the ninth peak, the moonlight was shining, and around a table, the senior brother was sitting at the top, the second senior brother was on the left, Hu Zi was on the right, and Su Ming was at the bottom.
This is a gathering of sects. There is no hierarchy of cultivation here, nor is there an arrangement of status among the Ninth Peak sects. There are only seats in the Ninth Peak sects that exist according to the time when each other started.
The eldest brother is like a master. When the master is absent, the eldest brother is the master of the sect among everyone.
Behind Su Ming, Cang Lan stayed there silently. With a calm and elegant expression, she did not care about the existence of Xu Hui on the other side of Su Ming.
Xu Hui had already returned to the Ninth Peak. Su Ming didn't ask about Deshun, and she didn't say anything about it.
"In this battle, our Ninth Peak wins, but the prerequisite for victory is that the cultivators of Anchen Nisheng's side are suppressed as a whole. This... Junior Brother, was it you who did it?" The Second Senior Brother hesitated.
After a moment, he really couldn't think of any other answer. When he spoke, he looked at Su Ming. Su Ming looked calm and nodded.
As soon as he nodded, Huzi took a deep breath and looked at Su Ming blankly. The second senior brother's breathing also suddenly became rapid, and his expression changed rapidly, with a hint of disbelief.
They clearly knew what it meant to suppress the cultivation of Dark Morning Rebel Saint. This could even indicate that Su Ming should have the strength to destroy all the cultivators of Dark Morning Rebel Saint.
The senior brother was silent, but his right hand trembled, which showed that his heart seemed to have stirred up a huge wave at this moment.
Among the three of them, the senior brother has always been the one with the highest level of cultivation. Perhaps the second senior brother cannot detect the existence of Emperor Yan Pei Chen, and it is even harder for Hu Zi to know about it.
With the help of others, he clearly felt that there was an existence in this war that made him feel terrible.
That is... Emperor Yan Peichen. Regarding this person's identity and name, the senior brother obtained the soul from the captured Anchen monk.
Being able to seal 60% of the cultivation of the entire Dark Morning Nisheng under the presence of Emperor Yan Pei Chen, this kind of strength... has exceeded the imagination of the senior brother.
"Junior brother... how far has your cultivation level reached now? How about... that Emperor Yan Pei Chen?" The second senior brother was silent for a moment, and then a muffled solemn voice came out.
"He...is not qualified to be my opponent." Su Ming was silent for a moment and spoke truthfully.
"In today's Three Wilderness Realms and the Four Realm Realms, except for some sleeping ancient monsters, there should be very few monks... who can be my opponent." When Su Ming's words came out, the senior brother was silent, and the second senior brother went there.
His breathing became increasingly rapid, and Huzi opened his mouth wide, unable to speak for a long time.
They did not doubt Su Ming's words. Huzi's expression immediately showed excitement and excitement. He picked up the wine jar in front of him and took a big sip, letting the wine flow down the corner of his mouth.
"Haha, little junior brother, what are we going to do next? How about we kill all the Dark Morning Rebel Saints that come? What do you think, second senior brother, what do you think of my idea?
"Dark morning rebels against the saint, is there something suspenseful?" The second senior brother looked thoughtful. He ignored Hu Zi and looked at Su Ming thoughtfully.
"The Dark Morning Rebellion is also the Three Wildernesses. This battle looks like an invasion, but it is a return. It seems dangerous, but it is the last madness in life.
People who think they are playing chess do not know that they are already destined to be chess pieces... Even if they are driven out and killed, it will not help, because this three desolate catastrophes will no longer exist today.
And five hundred years later." When Su Ming spoke slowly, he sighed softly and told some of his experiences, including the catastrophe five hundred years later, the Sangxiang world, and those who lived before the catastrophe.
The existence of ancient monsters who can wake up.
His voice echoed, causing Huzi's heart to shake and his expression to appear in disbelief, and second senior brother's whole body to be shaken, and his eyes to flash rapidly.
"Junior brother... what are the three things you said before?" When Huzi and the second senior brother were silent, digesting the shocking truth, the senior brother said dullly.
Su Ming looked up at his senior brother and spoke softly and slowly.
"The first thing I want to do is go to the Hades Realm, find a woman there, take back the real world that belongs to me, give him something in exchange for it, go there to end a circle...
My thousand-year grudge."
"Is it Yuxuan?" Fang Canglan suddenly said.
Xu Hui on the side was silent from beginning to end, wondering what she was thinking. When she raised her head, she also looked at Su Ming.
Su Ming nodded.
Fang Canglan didn't say anything, her expression continued to be as calm as water, but her slightly closed eyelashes were trembling slightly.
"The second thing is that I am going to visit my old place that will make me stronger, and make all preparations for the catastrophe five hundred years from now." When Su Ming spoke, his eyes suddenly revealed a sharp gleam.
"The third thing, I have to go to...the Dark Morning camp to find our master!" The moment Su Ming said these words, Hu Zi raised his head sharply, and the second senior brother's expression was also shocked. Senior brother
Silent, but a sense of persistence emerged from his body.
"Finding the master, the cultivation of the three of us is not enough to do this. Only you... can find the master. We have not seen him for a long, long time..."
Senior Brother's voice echoed around, deep and full of longing.
Su Ming did not say that besides looking for his master in the Anchen camp, he also had another purpose. He wanted to visit the Soul Clan and see his mother's hometown.
"After completing these three things, I will stay at the Ninth Peak, waiting for the passage of time, waiting for the day when the catastrophe comes... I have made promises to some people in my life, and for hundreds of years after that