At this moment, Su Ming had no arms, but the action he took to tear off the talisman with his mouth carried his persistence, his promise, and what he had rarely done in many years...
··impulse!
It seems that the last time he was impulsive was when he was a member of the Wushan tribe when he was young. His grandfather tied him up in the house and prevented him from participating in the Battle of Wushan. At that time, Su Ming had gone crazy with red eyes. Now, he is like this again.
This should not have happened in his current life, because as many years have passed, Su Ming is no longer the child he was back then. His mind is high enough to restrain impulse, but... people can't do everything.
Think clearly, sometimes...you have to follow your heart.
If he were to look at this heaven-shattering battle between the Dao Proving Tree calmly, Su Ming should not have to fight so hard for the child named Haohao. After all, everyone has selfishness, even if it is the child named Haohao.
As a child, he helped him.
But if you pay such a price just because of the other party's help, and... it is a dangerous life and death unknown, for Su Ming, who is persistent and wants to resurrect all familiar faces, maybe he shouldn't
Do this.
Because of the danger of tearing open the talisman paper, once he dies, all Su Ming's previous efforts will be in vain. From a rational point of view, no matter how you look at it, Su Ming's doing this is extremely unwise.
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But... Sometimes, reason is not everything, calmness is not everything, but a clear conscience!
The word "clear conscience" is easy to say, but how many people can really do it... Ask your heart, act according to your inner feelings, and repay those who have been kind to you, even if it is dangerous.
It was because of Haohao's voice that he wanted to go home that he was deeply moved by Su Ming.
You help me and I'll help you, or... I help you, you help me, it's a very simple sentence, but it seems difficult to do it under any reasonable circumstances, especially the cost is huge, but Su Ming is still like this
chosen.
At that moment, Su Ming didn't think about right or wrong, or pros and cons. He just wanted to help the child and help him go home from the bottom of his heart.
At this moment, nothingness roared. As Su Ming's figure fell and the talisman was torn off by Su Ming, the sealing scar split open at this moment. As the scar split, a gap was revealed!
At the moment when the gap was formed, the entire third-level space collapsed. The shattered void brought destruction that could bury all life. As it swept across all directions, Su Ming's body fell downwards, but beside him, the figure at this moment
In a flash, the child named Haohao clearly saw the way home, but he did not go immediately. Instead, he appeared next to Su Ming and hugged Su Ming's body.
"You help Haohao, Haohao help you..." When the childish voice reached Su Ming's ears, a smile appeared on Su Ming's face. He saw the child named Haohao holding Su Ming and flying straight into the sky.
Scars go away.
"Let's... go home." When Haohao spoke softly, his eyes showed his longing for home.
"Go home." Su Ming murmured, closing his eyes. His body was instantly embraced by Haohao, and turned into a rainbow that rushed into the scar's crack like a shooting star.
At the same time, when the third layer of space collapsed and fell into pieces, and the power of destruction raged, Lin Dongdong, the second prince, and the headless figure had to turn into Changhong.
At the same time, head towards the crack.
Only there is where the vitality is now. If he stayed here, even with Lin Dongdong's cultivation level, he would be buried with the entire third layer of space.
In an instant, their figures also rushed into the crack of the scar. Almost at the moment they disappeared, a shocking roar came from the entire third layer of space. Under this roar, the third layer of space was directly shattered and disappeared.
In nothingness!
With the destruction of the third layer of space, it is like a person's eyes slowly closing. When completely closed, the world is black, and all nothingness disappears, as if it is no longer...
I don't know how much time passed, but a ray of sunlight seemed to fall on the eyelids, as if it could penetrate the eyelids and merge into the pupils, making people feel that the world was not black, but pink. Su Ming...slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was the soft and non-dazzling sun on the blue sky. The sunlight fell into his eyes, and then a loud voice came to his ears.
"You're awake." The voice sounded happy. When it fell into Su Ming's ears, Su Ming slowly sat up and saw Haohao sitting next to him.
This little boy of five or six years old was smiling happily at the moment. The smile on his face was very pure, full of happiness, and contained beauty. However, compared with the ruins around him, it seemed that this beauty and happiness seemed to be particularly cherished.
The surrounding land is a piece of ruins and dust, as if it has been buried for an unknown number of years.
You can still vaguely see the mountains and rivers that used to be here, and you can still vaguely hear them. The laughter and laughter that used to be here are just the next breath, whether they are faint or faint, they have become nothingness that has been destroyed, and only what is left is like a fire queen.
The remaining traces.!
The air of death permeates the surroundings. The formation of this air of death may not be due to death. Perhaps... it is because it has been here for too long and there is no breath of the living. So gradually, strange things appear.
Silence gives birth to the air of death.
"Here..." Su Ming retracted his gaze and looked around. His pupils reflected all the wreckage and ruins he glanced at, witnessing the former glory of this place.
"This is Haohao's home, but... the appearance has changed, and I can't find it. But I remember the sunshine here, the night sky here, and the smell here." Haohao was silent for a while, seeming to be emotional.
A little down, but he quickly raised his head, still showing a happy smile, as if he had buried all his unhappiness deeply in his heart, as if he was constantly telling himself that to be happy and satisfied, this is his place.
Home.
That smile fell in Su Ming's eyes, and he seemed to see tears. In the silence, Su Ming found that his lost arms reappeared at this moment. This scene made Su Ming thoughtful, and when he looked at Haohao again
, he discovered that Haohao's body seemed to be even more blurry than before he fell into coma.
"You..." Su Ming sighed softly, raised his right hand and touched Haohao's head. The five or six-year-old boy looked at Su Ming happily, with a deep look of dependence in his eyes.
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"You help Haohao, Haohao will help you." The little boy's smile became more and more innocent. When he looked at Su Ming, the dependence in his pupils became more intense.
This is a child who is already afraid of loneliness. Su Ming is his only support. He does not want to lose Su Ming, because in that case, he will return to the loneliness he once had.
That kind of loneliness, he...is afraid of.
Su Ming was silent. After a long time, he nodded. While sitting cross-legged and meditating, he slowly closed his eyes. Although Su Ming did not feel too unfamiliar in this strange world, cultivation was everything. At this moment, while meditating,
Almost as soon as Su Ming's cultivation started to work, he immediately discovered that some of the cultivation that had poured in from Hao Hao had been integrated into his body.
Although the fusion was not much, the seventh level of his sixth level Dao Master appeared in Su Ming's third eye, and the majestic cultivation level in Su Ming's body gave Su Ming a strong feeling.
It feels like if he can refine all the power of cultivation, he seems to be able to...condensate the eighth level of Dao Zun and achieve the realm of Dao Zun himself.
Time passed slowly, and at dusk, the sky and the earth gradually darkened, until the night sky was filled with stars. Su Ming opened his eyes. He saw Haohao standing aside, looking at the sky, with a confused look on his face. In that confused look, Su Ming
Ming seemed to see tears in the corners of Haohao's eyes.
But when I looked carefully, I didn't see it.
Time passed like this day by day, and half a month later, Su Ming and Haohao walked through the ruins, walking in this world filled with death, just walking, walking.
They walked through abandoned cities one after another without seeing anyone. Even the eldest prince and others were scattered after they came to this world, and they don't know where they are.
"This used to be a lake..." Outside the edge of a sinkhole-like area, Haohao stood there, looking at the sinkhole, and spoke softly after a long time.
"I still remember this place..." Haohao closed his eyes, his voice seemed to be filled with memories.
Su Ming stood aside, looking at the sinkhole that was once a lake, looking at the dust and cracks inside, accompanying Haohao, recalling the past here. A few days later, when they left, the sinkhole was still the same.
They walked through the ruins, past the mountains and rivers, and came to the seaside. When they looked at it, the sea turned into a desert. They were equally boundless, but one represented life and the other represented silence.
One is the line between sea and sky, and the other is the edge of sand and soil. They are still vast, but they are neither objects nor people.
"Nine continents, nine butterfly spirits, they used to surround me, but now... they are no longer here..." Haohao lowered his head, squatted down, and grabbed a handful of the sand here.
, looking at it, the sound echoed.
Su Ming sighed softly. He could understand the bitterness in the heart of the child in front of him. He gently touched his head with his right hand until Haohao stood up and hugged Su Ming. This little boy of five or six years old seemed to
Cried.
"I am the tree spirit of Zhengdao. I... have no tears, but I want to cry. When I come back here, I feel uncomfortable..." After a long time, the little boy raised his head, looked at Su Ming, and murmured.
Listening to the childish voice, Su Ming's heart was touched again. He looked at the little boy, knelt down, picked him up, and held him on his body.
"Everything will be fine." Su Ming hugged him and walked away. His voice echoed around him and lingered for a long time, as if it was a beautiful promise.
"Take me to the central heart surrounded by nine continents, where... is the place where I was born." The five or six-year-old boy buried his head on Su Ming's shoulder and whispered.