Su Ming borrowed the breath of the stone fragments in the jade box to travel back to the ancient past. In the vastness of centuries ago, he did not avoid but faced the young man in black. He dared to draw his sword and turned into the sword of his will and whizzed away.
The moment...
In the Nisheng camp, in the main hall where the three Nishengs were sitting, Xuanjiu Nisheng closed his eyes and his body was shaking constantly. All the animal bones in front of him collapsed and shattered in an instant, and his calculations seemed to be interfered with by a strong force.
, making his eyes seem to open, and his expression showed pain.
It was as if the power to open his eyes did not come from him, but from nothingness. As if there was some kind of power in the nothingness that made Xuan Jiu unable to figure out everything about Su Ming.
But he is, after all, the Ni Sage with the longest lifespan among the two major camps of Ni Sage and Dark Morning. His depth of knowledge and breadth of his thoughts are absolutely extraordinary and incomparable!
Almost at the moment when those animal bones were shattered into fly ash, and his eyes were about to be forcibly opened, Xuanjiu's eyes suddenly closed tightly. At the same time, he raised his right hand, pointed at the void with five fingers, and said something in his mouth.
One syllable.
"Duo!!"
As soon as this sound came out, his right hand trembled violently. The other two rebel saints of this world on the side clearly saw that the flesh and blood of Xuanjiu's right hand instantly melted into blood, revealing the bones inside, but this hand
But without any pause, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he stretched directly into the void. The moment he touched the void, the entire 180 realms of the Anti-Sage camp shook with a roar.
At the same time, the five fingers of the old man's right hand seemed to be grasping some kind of substance in nothingness. When he pulled it outward, the bone of his index finger was directly shattered, followed by the second finger, the third finger, and when the three fingers were all shattered
Finally, a ball of mist was pulled out of the void by him.
This mist is a cyclone, constantly spinning in front of Xuanjiu, exuding bursts of...an ancient aura. This aura seems to come from the past, making people feel as if their whole body will rot at the slightest touch.
Cold sweat flowed from Xuanjiu's forehead. The other two rebel saints beside him, a man and a woman, were watching all this intently. This was not the first time they saw Xuanjiu calculating something, but it was the first time.
This time... I saw Xuan Jiu was so miserable and shocking when he used this technique.
After a moment, Xuanjiu Nisheng's eyes suddenly opened. His eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. Those bloodshot eyes covered his pupils, as if forming a blood-colored formation. The blood spurted out directly from his mouth, and the air swirl in front of him
It is even beginning to show signs of dissipating.
Xuan Jiu looked even older in an instant. After the blood spurted out, he did not stop, but spurted out nine mouthfuls in a row. With each mouthful of blood, his breath became weaker, until after the ninth mouthful of blood was spurted out, his whole body fell back.
A few steps later, he looked as old as a corpse that had been buried in the coffin for who knows how many years.
Despite his old age, despite spitting out nine mouthfuls of blood, Xuan Jiu laughed, his laughter hoarse.
But there was a sense of surprise. Although he was weak, he seemed to tell the other two counter-sages that he, Xuanjiu, had figured out the real secret with his laughter!!
"The broken army is coming!!"
"The disaster of Sang Xiang!!"
"Su Ming's calamity!!!"
"He will definitely die in this calamity, he cannot escape from this calamity, this calamity... has already occurred, his will collapsed in the past, there is no past, where did the present come from, he... is already dead... huh?
"Before the old man Xuanjiu finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed. Under this change, before he could make any move, his body suddenly trembled, and the dissipating vortex of energy in front of him
In the mist, suddenly like a dead tree blooming in spring, it stopped dissipating and was about to return to nothingness very quickly.
"This is impossible, this..." Xuanjiu's eyes showed madness, and he was about to grab the cyclone again...
At the same time, in the Anchen camp.
"Spirit!!" Su Ming's eyes suddenly opened. Surrounding him was the Anchen camp, the 137th Realm. Emperor Yan Peichen was looking at Su Ming intently, as well as the big man from the Xiongtu tribe.
As well as his clan members, all of them were now pale. At that moment, they clearly felt a strong aura of death on Su Ming.
This aura was so strong that it seemed like it could flood the entire world, but... the moment the aura reached its peak, it suddenly disappeared without a trace. At the same time, Su Ming opened his eyes.
His will returned to his body again, as if everything before was an illusion, an episode that had never happened in the past years, but it was this episode that made Su Ming feel like he had been baptized.
, the changes have become different from before. Outsiders cannot see it, but Su Ming himself knows it clearly!!
After he opened his eyes, Su Ming himself didn't know why he said the word "spirit". Instead, he secretly, using that breath as a guide, allowed Su Ming to travel through the scenes in ancient times.
Between the past and reality, there is an eternal and confused syllable due to the collapse of the will in the past and its re-unification in the present.
This syllable is spirit!
A spirit, a syllable, seems to contain some supreme and profound meaning.
The moment he opened his eyes, the light burst out from Su Ming's eyes, which seemed to make his previously unsatisfied heart suddenly calm.
Ning, turned into tranquility in a blink of an eye!
And all of this is because there seems to be a direct connection between these unique syllables in the vastness of time. Su Ming still doesn’t know what this connection is, but he can vaguely feel that when he realizes it, that day
With his cultivation and realm, he will be able to rise again, to a level...perhaps the level of the young man in black!
This is the direction. This is the direction that has never appeared in Su Ming's heart before. But now, this direction has appeared. The young man is a crisis, and maybe it is also Su Ming's calamity. But this calamity can no longer make Su Ming feel uneasy.
It was not smooth, and his mind was restless, because Su Ming found the direction, because the unintentional utterance of that syllable made Su Ming feel like he had been reborn, and a powerful belief was born in his soul.
This belief, if Su Ming had not faced the decision of the young man in black before, then he might not be able to achieve this. Everything can only be faced, as long as there is no fear, only the heart, mind, and spirit are all at peace.
, only in exchange for those eternal spiritual syllables can... allow a person to truly transform.
"If I can face you for the first time, I can face you for the second time..."
"Whether it's Sanhuang or Sangxiang..." Su Ming's eyes flashed brightly, and he lowered his head while muttering. When he looked at the people around him, all the cultivators who met Su Ming's eyes trembled and lowered their heads.
Come.
With a wave of his right hand, Su Ming put away the last jade box floating in front of him and dropped it into the storage bag. Su Ming's voice echoed in Emperor Yan Pei Chen's ears.
"Assign me to your matter and find the result as quickly as possible. In addition...give me a map of the entire Dark Morning camp." Su Ming's voice fell into Emperor Yan Peichen's ears and he immediately
Yan Pei bowed his head and said yes without hesitation. He was extremely shocked. Apart from Su Ming, he had the highest cultivation level here. Therefore, he could see some clues that others could not see.
At that moment, he had a strong feeling that the Su Ming in front of him seemed to be dead, shrouded in the aura of death. The aura of death came from the past, making people feel suppressed and breathless just by looking at him.
But all of this suddenly reversed and changed with the spiritual word coming out of Su Ming's mouth, like a dead tree blooming into spring, turning decay into magic. This scene echoed in Emperor Yan Pei Chen's mind, causing a big wave, and at the same time, Su Ming was in his
In his eyes, the degree of mystery is even stronger.
At the same time, Yan Pei took out a jade slip and handed it to Su Ming respectfully. He immediately took a few steps back and waited for the rest of Su Ming's instructions.
Su Ming took the jade slip, glanced at it and then looked back at Yan Pei. He raised a finger with his right hand. Immediately, a vortex suddenly appeared between Yan Pei's eyebrows. His soul flew out instantly. After instantly blending into the jade slip, the jade slip suddenly appeared.
Jane was put away by Su Ming.
"This jade slip has melted your soul. After checking the results, silently recite my name in your heart, and I will know your heart." Su Ming turned around, took a step towards nothingness, and disappeared in the 137th realm of the Xiongtu tribe in an instant.
The bald-haired crane followed quickly, and before leaving, he looked back at Yan Pei proudly, but this pride was not strong, because at the moment when Su Ming's whole body was filled with deathly aura, it faintly felt the deathly aura.
It felt fear and cold that it had never experienced in its life.
At this moment, in the Nisheng camp, it was the Xuanjiu Nisheng who raised his hand and tried to grab the seven whirlpools again. His hand did catch the air whirlpool, but at the moment of contact, he
His right hand suddenly collapsed, and when his body suddenly retreated, blood spurted out again. This time, the spurt was black, as if he had suffered some kind of backlash. As he retreated, the whirlpool instantly merged into the vortex and disappeared.
"That cyclone was his life. I exchanged my life for my life to bring it out. But in this life... I can only bring it out this time. I... I have clearly seen his death."
, saw his will collapse and die under the power of breaking the army...
But he...he was obviously dead in the past, why can he still exist now, why, why is this!!" Xuanjiu murmured, and spurted out blood again. This time, at the moment when the blood spurted out,
He closed his eyes directly. Although he did not die, his vitality was greatly reduced and he fell into a coma.
A chill suddenly emerged from the hearts of Xiao Song and Fei Hua, who were beside them. They looked at each other and fell silent.
It was at this moment that the strongest Dark Morning Emperor Cang Sannu in the Dark Morning camp suddenly opened and closed his eyes from where he was meditating, revealing his fighting spirit and murderous intent. The moment Su Ming left the One, Three, Seven Realms,
He felt Su Ming's presence.
"I want to fight with you. After this battle, I will be called the Fourth Slave!"
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, not only is it okay, it’s actually very good.
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