Sang Xiang has never touched Dao Wuya in his life, but in his current state, he can feel the existence of Dao Wuya. This is a feeling that can be seen but cannot be touched.
Therefore, the moment it noticed this aura, only the three words Dao Wuya emerged in its mind. Although it was just a wisp of such aura and understanding, it was still a dream for it.
The same is true for Sanhuang. Compared with the indescribable state of Dzogchen that Sang Xiang once reached, Sanhuang lost the opportunity to become the indescribable Dzogchen from the moment he was not a perfect success in seizing the body.
Unless, he can completely seize Sang Xiang, and he...in these countless centuries, he has done exactly this, but he has never been able to succeed and can only eat away. Maybe if he is given enough time, one day he will
It can be successful, but even then, it will only reach the strongest and unspeakable perfection of Sang Xiang.
However, after taking away most of Sang Xiang, Sanhuang also gained a lot of memory inheritance, which contained Sang Xiang's desire for Dao Wuya, which made Sanhuang naturally able to see Dao Wuya...
At the moment of Su Ming's enlightenment, he understood that Su Ming was trying to achieve enlightenment.
As for the old man who destroys life, for a person who can still survive after the death of many mulberry-phase butterflies, and even has some kind of big plan, how can he not know Wuya, not to mention other things, just the mysterious burial in his mouth
After several contacts, he could clearly remember Dao Wuya's aura, and even more so, he knew how terrifying Dao Wuya was.
"In the realm of Dao Wuya, even the most talented people in this vast universe will never be able to step into this realm of cultivation with just one sudden enlightenment!
I devoured the life force of three sangxiangs before they died, and I could barely touch them. How could you... succeed?
This Su Ming... he can't do it!" Old Man Miesheng stared at the starry sky with a gloomy expression, raising his right hand and grabbing Su Ming's palm print on the wooden tablet in front of him. The palm print was immediately blurred.
"Everything must go according to the original plan. The sacrifice is a sacrifice. It is impossible to turn the palm of my hand." Even though Old Man Miesheng said this, he sometimes raised his head to look at the starry sky, which still revealed that for countless years, in addition to facing
Outside the Xuan Burial · A rare tension.
"There's not enough resentment. The three envoys of anger, sorrow, and resentment, I order you to use all your strength to gather resentment!" Old Man Miesheng clenched his right fist fiercely, and when he opened it, three groups of soul lights suddenly appeared in his palm, and his words were directly transmitted to these three.
Within the soul, it was instantly felt by the three men in black robes who were in the Anti-Sage camp.
The three of them were in different areas. After a moment of silence, they instantly emitted more clones. Each clone looked like Su Ming. They all dispersed and started a bloody storm in every realm of the Anti-Sage camp.
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All lives were devastated. Every clone that took the form of Su Ming was like an individual with its own consciousness. In this killing, in this cold-blooded ruthlessness, Su Ming's name was left behind.
This name, like a curse, gradually became a symbol of blood feud in the mouths of countless monks in the Anti-Sage camp.
Until this fluctuation spread to the Anchen camp, with traces of resentment condensed, the resentment surrounding the entire Anchen Nisheng world was already extremely strong.
When this situation persisted for ten years, Su Ming was still wandering around in the world of the Fourth Wing at a loss. He passed by many places and walked through the entire Fourth Wing world. Many people were here.
Occasionally, Su Ming can be seen in the starry sky.
No life can get close to Su Ming. As for those who are hostile, the moment they take action, they will receive injuries of different strengths and weaknesses according to different levels of cultivation, just like the old man who destroys life.
Time passed slowly. Soon it was another ten years. A total of twenty years. For mortals, a child becomes a young man. For monks, twenty years is just a blink of an eye. Especially those who have survived in this world for countless years.
The old monster, twenty years seems like a blink of an eye.
Be it the shepherd boy, the old man in purple robe, or the young man in white who is a swordsman, the three of them have already completed the preparations for the inheritance. They even have many Taoist friends. Under the persuasion of the three of them, they also understood all this and gathered together.
Together, they try to leave their own legacy.
They also saw Su Ming, who had been wandering in the starry sky for twenty years. They could not get close to him, but they could faintly feel that there was an aura in Su Ming that made them tremble, as if he was slowly rising... They watched, silently.
Waiting for the day when Su Ming wakes up.
When the first Jiazi arrived, it could be said that among all the old monsters who had awakened in the Fourth Winged Sky Realm, none of them had not seen Su Ming. After a Jiazi years of wandering, he had that blank expression and
The increasingly strong aura on his body caused the empty starry sky to distort wherever Su Ming passed. Even... wherever he passed, the roaring and loud noises that had been appearing here for a long time stopped.
At this time, how could the monks in this world not know that Su Ming has obviously fallen into a kind of epiphany. This epiphany cannot be disturbed. If it can continue, this person will either succeed in the epiphany and reach the realm of Xin Jingtian, or...
·····It is the failure of epiphany, but no matter what state it is, this kind of epiphany is something that can be encountered but cannot be sought.
For Su Ming, he had no idea about the passage of time. Therefore, at this moment, he had no thoughts and had forgotten everything. If no one interfered, Su Ming could have had an epiphany until the day when the whole world was destroyed.
He didn't know how many years had passed, nor how much resentment his name had accumulated in Dark Morning Nisheng over the years. These things were not within Su Ming's current state.
His only feeling is to search for the truth, to solve doubts, to find a clear understanding. For example, there is an empty road in front of him. He will walk on this road, even if it has no end, he will not turn back.
During this period of time, Sang Xiang and Sanhuang were silently feeling Su Ming's existence. They didn't know whether Su Ming could succeed, but this matter was of great concern and could determine the pattern of the world.
This was especially true for Old Man Miesheng. In this period of time, nearly 90% of his life was spent staring at Su Ming, until... another period of time passed.
After a true hundred and twenty years passed, Su Ming still showed no signs of awakening, but the boundless aura on his body became stronger and stronger. Until this time, the anxiety in the heart of the old man Miesheng had already disappeared.
When it reached the point where he had to explode, he could no longer let Su Ming realize it. Although he was very sure that the other party would not succeed, he still couldn't sit back and watch this happen.
He is afraid... what if!
At this moment, with only more than three hundred years left before the entire Sangxiang was destroyed, he could not allow any accidents to occur. His expression gradually became distorted, and determination slowly appeared in his eyes. His right hand suddenly raised, and his eyes fell.
On those three groups of souls.
"Step into the Three Wastelands, take the heads of all the people from the Ninth Peak Sect there, and send them here... use their blood to force this person to wake up!" There was a gloominess in the words of the old man Mi Sheng, this was what he could do
The only way that came to mind that could break Su Ming's epiphany.
Almost at the moment when his words were transmitted to these three souls, the three men in black robes who had caused a bloody storm in almost all the Su Po camp circles in Dark Morning, and formed endless resentment, chose to obey in silence.
After taking back their clones, the three of them turned into three black rainbows and headed straight for the gap leading to the Three Wastelands.
Almost at the moment when Old Man Mieshei's words came out and the three men in black robes rushed towards the gap, a sigh came from the void beside Old Man Miushishi.
"Why are you like this?" This sigh came out so suddenly that the old man who destroyed life changed his expression and raised his head fiercely. In front of him, a figure walked out of the void. The appearance of this figure... was none other than Su Ming.
But Old Man Miesheng clearly felt that at this moment, Su Ming was wandering around in confusion in the state of enlightenment.
"Taoist!" Old Man Miesheng shrank his eyes, and the moment he spoke, Su Ming's figure walked out of the void in front of him, raised his right hand, and slowly slapped forward with a palm.
His figure looked real, but in fact it was illusory and blurry. The moment he raised his palm, Old Man Miesheng's eyes flashed, and with a flicker of his body, a blurry figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
The figure looks exactly the same as Su Ming in the way it is composed!
The two figures touched each other in an instant.
With just one blow, a crack was torn open in the fourth realm in front of the two of them in an instant. This crack penetrated the void, as if light and darkness were never compatible.
The moment the crack appeared, the ancient boat that Old Man Miesheng had hidden was instantly revealed from the distortion. As Old Man Miesheng's hair flew, the illusory body in front of him turned into little crystal lights and dissipated.
But similarly, Su Ming's illusory figure also dissipated on the other side of the crack. When it dispersed, he shook his head, with a hint of regret and determination in his expression.
"In just two years, he actually realized the level of becoming a Taoist god. Su Ming... I underestimated you, but so what, you can't hurt me, and I can't hurt you, so...
··After more than three hundred years, there will finally be an end between you and me.
After more than three hundred years, we are not far away!" A smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth. When he spoke, his body, together with the ancient boat, gradually disappeared into the void together with Su Ming's figure. Only that line divided this world.
The cracks still exist to witness this scene happening.
Su Ming, who was wandering in the starry sky with a dazed expression, suddenly stopped in his steps. The aura on his body slowly solidified. His expression was no longer dazed, and he slowly opened his eyes.
"More than three hundred years later, when we meet again...are you still you?" Su Ming was silent for a long time and then spoke calmly.
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