Volume Four Chapter 1307 Let the sea and the tree become together
!Grandpa looked at the chessboard. Yuxuan was sitting next to Su Ming with a smile on her face. Zilai was very attentive and looking at the chessboard. When Su Ming spoke, her eyes showed cunning and she raised her jade hand to hold the wind.
As she blew her flowing hair behind her ears, Canglan suddenly coughed lightly.
"Grandpa." The moment Grandpa raised his head and his eyes fell on Cang Lan, Yu Xuan had already put down her hand and gently moved the white piece that belonged to Grandpa on the chessboard.
"Grandpa, there are many members of the barbarian tribe who want to come to see you. Do you think we should let them come over in the next few days?" Canglan's expression remained as usual, without any change. She spoke softly to grandpa with a very respectful expression.
Look.
"This matter... you go and arrange it." Grandpa smiled kindly and subconsciously lowered his head to look at the chessboard as he spoke. Xu Hui, who was beside Su Ming, had a smile on her face and looked away from Canglan.
He glanced at Yuxuan and spoke immediately.
"Grandpa, this chess game will take a while to continue. Why don't you tell us about Su Ming's childhood?"
"Yes, grandpa, tell us about his childhood. Sister Canglan, don't you think so?" Yuxuan said quickly. Compared with the gentle and elegant Canglan, there is no age difference between them.
, both Yuxuan and Xu Hui call Canglan their sister.
Next to Xu Hui, Yu Xuan gives people a petite feeling in both her personality and her daily words, so she is the youngest among the three girls.
Grandpa laughed and stopped looking at the chessboard. He looked up at the three girls beside Su Ming with a more kind smile. Each of these three women had their own merits and all of them were geniuses. Looking at them, Grandpa looked at Su Ming who had her eyes closed at the moment.
Ming happily told them some interesting things about Su Ming's childhood.
Little did he know that the chessboard had changed, turning Su Ming's original disadvantage into an advantage.
Su Ming didn't pay attention to all this. The moment he closed his eyes, his consciousness had dispersed and turned into his will. At that moment... he descended into the Fourth Realm.
The fourth true world is in chaos. The consciousnesses belonging to Lingxian are flooding in all directions, with raging and madness, and with an arrogance that seems to tear the world apart. When it rises, a battle begins around the fourth true world.
A bloody fight.
In addition to the Fourth True Realm, the fighting also spread to Yin Sheng, Hades Emperor, and even in the Daochen True Realm, there were some spirit ancestors from the Fourth True Realm who laughed wildly in the roar and started a life-and-death battle with An Chen Nisheng.
In the war, whenever a cultivator from Anchen Nisheng dies, those spirits will be sucked in immediately, and the killed monk will be sucked into the body together with his body, as if swallowed.
Even...these spirit ancestors who had their seals opened and released from the fourth true world didn't care at all whether their enemies were Dark Morning Rebel Saints. Even the monks from various true worlds were their attackers.
Just like food.
Every time a monk is devoured, they will grow stronger. In this way, these spiritual ancestors rushing out from the fourth true world will cause another kind of catastrophe in the three wild worlds.
At the same time, with the continuous deaths of both the Sanhuang cultivators and Anchen Nisheng cultivators over the years, especially the rush and killings of Lingxian this year, the entire Sanhuang world is a little different from before.
Su Ming could feel that with the deaths of these people, his own will had gradually increased a lot, and that these three desolate realms were filled with tyranny and invisible power that could drive people crazy.
It was as if the bloody flowers in the apocalypse were spreading and blooming, especially...Su Ming clearly noticed that the movement of the Three Wastelands in the past ten years was comparable to the speed of the seven or eight before the killing.
What it looks like in ten years.
Everything seems to be seven times faster!
Only in this way can the four wings that originally took more than three thousand years to overlap and form a catastrophe become only five hundred years.
Seeing the changes in the Three Wastelands, Su Ming unfolded all this in his heart. As if he understood everything, his inner peace was unruffled. He understood that a hundred years later, it would be a calamity for him, and this calamity came from
Three desolations.
If Su Ming cannot survive this calamity, there is no need to talk about the future. If he can survive it, then five hundred years from now, it will be the calamity of three desolations. In an overlapping moment, three desolations will be taken away. This is Su
Ming has decided something.
He would not choose to cooperate with Sanhuang. Let’s not talk about the choice Sanhuang gave Su Ming. It was not a choice at all, but a seed buried in his heart. When the seed grows up a hundred years later, it will bring about a sealed killing disaster.
Even if Sanhuang really wanted to cooperate with Su Ming, Su Ming would not choose this way because... as he said, his path and Sanhuang's path are... different!
When people's cultivation has reached the level of Su Ming Sanhuang, there is no longer any distinction between good and evil, and there is no hatred between them. It is just a struggle of wills with different paths and no mutual intentions.
Originally, Su Ming was not sure about this matter, but... Su Ming took a deep look at the ancient tree on Hades's planet three times before leaving. These three looks made him realize it.
cause and effect.
A hundred years later, under that ancient tree, Su Ming made a promise to the Three Wastelands. He would not avoid it, he would go!
Just like the long sea, beside the ancient trees, the green sky extends to the sky, the blue is the sea, the green is the trees, go and dissolve the seeming, go and connect the innocence to the sea, let the sea and the trees merge together...
"Perhaps, they are one and the same..." Su Ming sighed silently in his heart. He condensed his will and stopped thinking about these things. Instead, as his will spread, it instantly filled the entire Three Wastelands, even if the darkness
The will of the Holy Realm does not belong to Su Ming. Even if the will of the Fourth Realm rejects it, the majesty of Su Ming's four real wills instantly suppresses these two wills, making them...
···They did not dare to reveal their breath, but temporarily let their respective true realms be swept away by Su Ming's will.
In the eastern part of the Fourth Realm, there is a huge sludge in the starry sky. This sludge is bloody. There are countless corpses soaked in it, including Anchen Nisheng, Sanhuang monks, and even dozens of people who belong to the Ninth Peak.
The disciples of the branch sect have lost their lives. Their bodies are slowly rotting and being absorbed by the immersion. Surrounding the mud are nearly 30,000 dark morning cultivators. Each of these people looks wary.
Led by three of their spiritual masters, they are launching a battle of magical powers towards this mud.
As the roar reverberated, a face emerged from the mud first. This face looked ferocious as it looked at the monks around it.
"You...all...are going to...die!!" As he roared muffledly, the silt suddenly grew huge, but at this moment, a wave of energy suddenly struck the minds of the thirty thousand monks.
It was completely blank. Even the three spirit masters who belonged to Dark Morning Nisheng felt as if their souls had been frozen in an instant, losing all consciousness. Then, the huge mud trembled suddenly, and the faces on it suddenly raised their heads and looked dead.
Staring into nothingness, his eyes shrank rapidly, revealing horror.
"Who is it, who are you!!"
As his roar whirled around, a cold snort came out, and then a hand appeared in the void. This hand was not big. He pressed down lightly, and immediately the mud roared, and his body dried up rapidly visible to the naked eye.
A large number of cracks appeared instantly, and when the banging sound echoed, nearly 40% of his body collapsed.
"Su Ming doesn't care about the matter of killing the Dark Morning Rebellion Saint and the monks of the Three Wastelands, but he can provoke the Ninth Peak... You won't do it again." Su Ming's voice passed into the ears of the Silt Spirit Master, and became a deep sound.
The intimidation made this mud tremble, and at this moment no intention of struggle or resistance dared to arise.
The three words "Ninth Front" were deeply imprinted in the consciousness of the silt spirit master at this moment, and became a taboo!
Su Ming's terrifying power shocked the soul deeply. No matter how crazy he was, facing the absolute power that could destroy him with just a flip of his hand, he could only lower his head and show respect.
The fourth true world, the west, is laughing wildly. A man with a body like an ordinary person, but with two feet that are ten feet long, is walking away in the starry sky. His body looks very uncoordinated and weird, but
From then on, there was indeed a terrifying aura coming out of this man. His hair was disheveled, his upper body was naked, and there was a hint of lewdness in his smile as he stepped, and he was chasing seven or eight monks in front of him.
Among these seven or eight monks, three are from Dark Morning Nisheng, four are from Hades Emperor, and there is a female cultivator who joined the Ninth Peak branch of Yin Sheng True Realm three years ago.
As the Bigfoot laughed, he raised his right hand. In an instant, his right hand stretched out, as if a vacuum was formed, and suddenly the three Dark Morning Anti-Sage monks were sucked in, and they fell into the palm of his hand.
With a pinch, the three of them turned into minced meat with a bang.
When the big hands met again, those fleshy muds turned into the most powerful magical weapons and went straight to the remaining five monks. The four Hades Emperor monks screamed and were immediately penetrated by the fleshy muds and turned into flesh.
As for the female cultivator at the Ninth Front, her face was pale at this moment, when she was grabbed by the weird man's right hand that was several times bigger, and when she put it in front of her, the evil intention in the weird man's eyes became even stronger.
"Not bad, not bad, we can make a cauldron." The weirdo laughed and threw the woman in his hand into his sleeve. Inside the sleeve, there were thousands of female cultivators in the seemingly small cuffs, and they were all covered by
He captured him.
When he turned around and was about to leave, suddenly, the strange man's body shook violently, his expression suddenly became solemn, and his eyes shrank, staring at a figure in white that appeared behind him at some unknown moment.
"Such a spirit should not be sealed, but should be erased directly." Su Ming frowned, and when he spoke lightly, he took a step forward. The weird man roared, and he felt a strong life and death crisis in Su Ming. At this moment
He was about to retreat, but Su Ming had already walked past him.
As Su Ming walked away, the giant's whole body trembled violently. His head was suddenly separated from his body. His body withered instantly and his sleeves became fragments. When all the thousands of female cultivators inside escaped, this
The weirdo's body collapsed with a bang, turning into thousands of breaths, which merged into the bodies of thousands of women, becoming the greatest blessing that greatly increased their cultivation.