Piao Tian Literature The voice of Tian Xiezi cannot be heard by outsiders. It is the voice of divine thoughts. Only those with a certain level of cultivation can detect it. For example, in this tribe, only a limited number of people can.
Hear.
After the old man was punished for his attempt to hurt Su Ming and nearly die, there was no more spiritual thoughts in the dozen or so boats, and there was a dead silence.
In the tribe, in the ordinary tent guarded by men in black, there was a young man with a black dragon embroidered on his body. His eyes showed a strange light, and his breathing became rapid at this moment.
"Tianxiezi?"
"It's him..." The old man opposite the young man smiled bitterly and nodded.
"If such strong men are used by me..." The young man said this, shook his head, picked up the wine glass and took a long sip.
"Second Young Master, don't think about this matter, it's impossible... As one of the three most powerful men in our land of Nanchen, he will never get involved in the battle for the majority.
Except for Master Lilong of the Haidong Sect, who is known to the world, it is very rare for the other two to be known to the world, and even if they are known, they will never be told.
Because of such strong people, they have the right to choose their own lives. For example, senior Tian Xiezi has a weird personality and sometimes goes crazy. No more than ten people in the Tianhan Sect know his identity. Even in most of the Tianhan Sect, only you, Mr. Man,
Only those in the bloodline can know this secret after they reach adulthood, so many disciples and outsiders have their own speculations, but most of them are negative... We will never dare to reveal his identity, otherwise, once he
Once the old man leaves the Tianhan Sect, it will be difficult to invite him back." The old man said with a wry smile.
"Even his disciples don't know?" The young man was surprised.
"Except for... him from the Jiuli clan, the other disciples probably don't know about this." The old man hesitated for a moment and spoke in a low voice.
The young man's eyes flashed, and after pondering for a while, he looked at the old man.
"Invite this person named Su Ming to attend the Haidong Sect's secret meeting after the auction... No matter what he likes, I will pay for it."
"This...if your brother knows about this..."
"It's just about making friends. I befriend Su Ming sincerely and don't ask for any help. Could it be that someone can stop my personal relationship?" The young man smiled slightly, but there was a cold light in his eyes as he looked at the old man.
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The old man was silent for a moment and nodded.
"When I was a child, I heard about the battle between the three powerful men thousands of years ago. That battle..." The young man murmured, with a look of fascination in his eyes.
At this moment, on the snowfield, the storm was still howling. It was becoming more and more powerful. Su Ming in the center could clearly feel that his momentum was getting stronger and stronger.
"Snowstorm..." Su Ming murmured. The moment he said these two words, Wushan, Tribe, and Blood Moon appeared in the sky, and there was an endless amount of snow around them!
The snow seemed to merge with the existing snow in this world, and they could not distinguish each other. After perfect integration, what was displayed in the sky was a picture of wind and snow in Wushan Mountain with Blood Moon!
The moment this picture was revealed, Su Ming looked up to the sky and roared. The momentum of his body increased sharply, and the blood in his body circulated rapidly. The power of opening dust suddenly increased in an astonishing way.
As it climbed up, a clicking sound came from Su Ming's body, as if flesh and blood were squeezing, like bones rubbing together, until the force of the dust-opening force became more and more intense, and finally, it suddenly appeared in Su Ming's mind.
There was a violent roar.
At this moment when the roar echoed in his mind, Su Ming's cultivation level suddenly broke through from the middle stage of Kaichen to the late stage of Kaichen!
It was almost the moment when his cultivation reached the late stage of Kaichen. The Blood Moon and Black Mountain wind and snow pictures in the sky all came straight towards Su Ming. They were like a picture drawn into the storm, twisting with the storm.
Let’s go straight to Su Ming together!
The mountain pattern is on the face, the red moon is in the eyes, the tribe is on the chest, and the snow marks are flying all over the body!
Su Ming's cultivation level surged again at this moment. A piece of sacrificial bone he had obtained from the ancestor of Hanshan melted rapidly at this moment, exuding a barbarian power and transformed into Su Ming.
The dust-opening power merged with his Qi and blood, and spread to every corner of his body with the powerful beating of his heart.
In addition, with the full expansion of the barbaric patterns, Su Ming's body has undergone earth-shaking changes. While becoming stronger and stronger, he has always maintained his original body shape.
In the later stage, it directly reaches the peak of the later stage, and is only one step away from the completion of the opening of the dust!
Su Ming had a strong feeling that if he took this step and reached the level of enlightenment, he would be able to attack the realm of the strong and sacrifice bones!!
Condensing a piece of one's own spine into a real barbarian bone, a barbarian bone that only belongs to the pre-barbarian period and comes back to the ancestors! Only by sacrificing such a bone can it be called the bone sacrifice realm!
If one day he can turn all the bones in his body into the bones of the ancestors, the power of his body, not to mention creating the world, not to mention picking up the sun, moon and stars, will be enough to make him dominate the world!
If he can go one step further and reach the Barbarian Soul Realm among the few extremely difficult people after the completion of the Bone Sacrifice, he can be called one of the truly strong men of the Barbarian Tribe!
The road is long, but Su Ming has desire!
Su Ming opened his eyes fiercely, wild lines flashing all over his body, but his eyes were calm, with a trace of regret hidden at the same time.
He tried, but the step that was the beginning of the Great Consummation was still a bit short, and he couldn't take it. He could only accumulate it infinitely in the later stage of the beginning.
"I know what's wrong..." Su Ming stood up silently. The moment he stood up, the storm around him had disappeared, the world returned to its original state, and snowflakes continued to fall.
Su Ming's body stood up this time not relying on the puppet beast, but on his real legs. As his cultivation level increased, the strength of his physical body also increased dramatically. Sixteen ice
Ring, it can no longer be restricted.
"There is a lack of vitality in my barbaric patterns... In that empty tribe, I can't draw the people I used to have. I need a song from my memory to linger in my barbaric patterns and lead me... to find
The way home..." Su Ming closed his eyes. What emerged in his mind was the peaceful tribe where Tian Xiezi took him, and the old man who made the xun in that tribe.
A blind person who cannot see light.
"It's time to find some time to retrieve...my xun." Su Ming murmured, patted the snowflakes on his body, and walked towards the Haidong Sect tribe in the distance.
The car was speeding hundreds of feet away. The anxiety on his expression softened when he saw Su Ming. When Su Ming nodded with a smile, he followed Su Ming and walked slowly with him.
Until the two of them walked to the tribe and entered the tribe, almost everyone here stood outside their respective tents and looked at Su Ming.
There were no words or many actions, but after their eyes fell on Su Ming, they all lowered their heads. Su Ming walked past calmly without stopping, walked to his tent, bent down, and walked in.
As the night passed, perhaps it was a coincidence that the moment Su Ming walked into his tent, the sun rose in the distance between the sky and the earth...
A new day comes, and the wind blows across the earth, picking up snowflakes and blowing through the tribe. This day will be the first day of the auction held by Haidong Sect!
After resting in the tent for an hour, under Chang Yi's politeness and hidden complexity, he came to Su Ming's residence and personally led Su Ming to the auction house.
"Congratulations to Brother Su, your cultivation has improved even more. Even though I am in the early stage of bone sacrifice, I still feel a little stressed when facing Brother Su." Chang Yi walked beside Su Ming, cupped his fists and spoke to Su Ming.
Su Ming smiled slightly, cupped his fists in response, and didn't explain much.
Zi Che followed behind, silent all the way, only looking around from time to time, hiding his caution.
The group of three people soon arrived at the due east of the tribe, where there was a huge building. This building was in the shape of a ring and looked extremely majestic and could accommodate thousands of people.
In the middle, there is a circular platform, where the auction items will be taken out. Except for the top circle, which is divided into separate rooms, the surrounding circular platforms are all filled with desks, tables and chairs.
, surrounding it, there were already many people sitting there, waiting for the auction to begin.
There were bursts of noise, and people came from time to time. From time to time, people moved their positions, looking for friends to talk to. In addition, there were many Haidong Sect disciples patrolling around, looking at every arrival indifferently.
"The auction is about to begin. Brother Su, please. Room No. 9 on the top floor is specially reserved for you by Elder Bi Zonghai." Chang Yi spoke respectfully. His respect was due to Su Ming's improvement in cultivation and the pressure it brought to him.
, and what’s more important is the news he got this morning.
Elder Hai spoke and set aside a room on the top floor for Su Ming to go to.
You must know that there are not many rooms on the top floor. They are prepared for the strong ones in the barbaric soul realm. Ordinary people cannot set foot in them! Moreover, the rooms on the top floor are already fully booked. This room No. 9 was re-expanded early this morning.
out of the room.
Chang Yi couldn't imagine re-expanding a room just for one person. Although he was from a different sect from Su Ming, he was still more polite and respectful.
Su Ming's eyes flashed, and he nodded without refusing. Under Chang Yi's guidance, he went up to the top floor and entered Room No. 9.
After entering the room, Su Ming saw a rather beautiful, attractive and well-proportioned woman in the room. She stood up from the seat on the side and smiled at him. During this smile,
The style is swaying and full of unique charm.
"The little girl Zi Shan, our master Hai Yun has come, and she has been ordered to come here to explain the auction items to Brother Su."
Su Ming frowned slightly. He didn't know what happened last night, but he could tell that this person named Hai was a little weird. He left a room alone for him, and arranged for a disciple to come and explain the service.
Such behavior, given his status as the elder of the Haidong Sect, is inevitably puzzling. If he doesn’t have a motive, he must have something to seek.
"Is that all there is?" Su Ming's eyes flashed and he spoke slowly.