Volume 2 Chapter 321: The Reluctant Ninth Peak (Second update)
At the same time, ten meteors also appeared in Haidong Sect. The stars coming from Tianlan City warned Tianhan and Haidong to be prepared to face the worst. ("")
In the Tianhan Sect, on the last night before the early start of the war, compared with the silence of various mountain peaks, there was always a roar echoing in the sky. The roar came from the movement of the nine continents of Tianmen.
For many people, this is a sleepless night. When the sky outside becomes slightly brighter, when the first ray of sunshine appears in the morning, many people want to leave this land and go to Tianlan...
What awaits them may be glory, a blockbuster, or... death in a foreign land.
I couldn't sleep that night, and even though I was practicing, many people found it difficult to meditate. Some of them looked at the dark night in a daze, some were wiping their ritual instruments, and some were holding family belongings and praying.
The roaring sound from outside kept coming. The movement of the Tianmen and the dislocation of the nine continents gradually formed a spread pattern. In the middle of the pattern, there was a distortion in the dark night, and sometimes there was lightning passing by.
, as if forming a mirror, the main killing treasure among the three great treasures will slowly descend from it.
Su Ming walked out of the cave at midnight. The roaring in his ears became more and more intense. He even raised his head and could faintly see the shapes of the nine continents of Tianmen in the night sky. He saw the lightning flashing in the middle.
A vague thing seems to be slowly penetrating from another world.
Su Ming stood there for a long time. The shadows under the moonlight were full of weirdness. He withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked towards the top of the mountain. Stepping on the ice of the ninth peak, Su Ming felt a sense of reluctance in his eyes.
He knew that when he left tomorrow morning, he didn't know when he would be able to come back, or... he might not be able to come back, but there were some things he had to do.
Only in war can he grow rapidly. If he dares not move forward because of fear, then how can he find his way home? The way home will be countless more difficult than this war trip.
times.
However, Su Ming was still reluctant to give up on the Ninth Peak.《》
He didn't want to let go of the plants and trees here, the tiger's snoring, the second senior brother's smile, the eldest brother's silent care and the master's sometimes crazy behavior.
All of these are cherished by him.
What he is even more reluctant to part with is the feeling of warmth at the Ninth Peak. Even though the climate here is cold, the warmth that comes from the heart in this coldness makes people value and care for them even more.
He really wanted to stay, to stay here for the rest of his life, not to think about everything about Wushan, not to think about the profound meaning of the word fate, not to think about the countless years that passed in the crack, and the cold eyes and disappointment.
words.
He wanted to give up all these mysteries, stop thinking about them, stay at the Ninth Peak, and spend all his time here.
However, Su Ming was unwilling to give in and could not forget Wushan or everything.
Walking on the ninth peak, Su Ming remained silent all the way until he reached the top of the mountain. Looking at the dust-covered hall, Su Ming clasped his fists and bowed there.
"Su Ming, please see Master."
His words came out, but they were drowned by the roar in the sky, carried away by the cold wind blowing from all around, and seemed unable to exist here.
Su Ming bent down and worshiped there, motionless.
Time passed slowly, and after a stick of incense, a sigh came from beside Su Ming.
"Your third senior brother won't go back, your second senior brother won't go back, and your senior brother won't go either... Do you really want to go?" Following the voice, Tian Xiezi, wearing a blue gown, appeared.
Su Ming raised his body and turned to look at Tian Xiezi, his expression hesitant, but soon turned into determination.
"Disciple, if I don't even dare to step into the land of the Witch Clan and keep waiting for my cultivation to improve, then one day, even if I reach the Barbarian Soul Realm, I won't dare to go outside Nanchen.
Because Master, you said that even if a strong soul wants to leave Nanchen, the road is extremely dangerous..."
Tian Xiezi in blue looked at the disciple in front of him. After a moment of silence, his expression became melancholy. ""
"This battle is different from the past... Maybe your choice is right. This battle is unavoidable... That's all, if you want to go, go ahead. Maybe there, I will be a teacher and a few of your senior brothers.
, I will meet you again." Tian Xiezi shook his head and sighed.
"Master, what happened?" Su Ming hesitated and spoke in a low voice.
"Didn't you hear something?" Tian Xiezi glanced at Su Ming.
"Not all." Su Ming paused and said slowly.
"That's enough. Knowing too much is not a good thing." Tian Xiezi was silent for a while, looked at the dark sky with complicated eyes, raised his right hand and grabbed it, and immediately a wooden slip appeared in front of him.
took it out of his hand and handed it to Su Ming.
"You came to me probably because of the old man who made Xun that I took you to see. This is the address of his tribe. Hold this thing and walk in the freezing sky for three dark nights. You can hold this thing
Leave, that position is the closest to this person." Tian Xiezi took a deep look at Su Ming, raised his head and touched Su Ming's head, with a kind look on his face.
"Go your own way. Just like when I proved to your master that I was right, prove that your way is more correct than mine." Tian Xiezi walked past Su Ming, walked into nothingness, and gradually disappeared.
Already.
Su Ming stood there, silent for a long time, bowed to the dust-covered hall, walked down the steps, and returned to his cave.
In the cave, he looked around, not meditating, but looking at everything here, the familiar, the familiar, the familiar...
When dawn arrived, before dawn broke, Su Ming packed his luggage. He did not take away any items from the cave and kept the place as it was. He believed that he would return here in a few years.
Because this is also his home...
After walking out of the cave, Su Ming suddenly raised his right hand, pressed it on the ice wall next to him, dug out an ice cube, and put it into a storage bag.
"This is the trace of the Ninth Peak..." Su Ming stood on the platform, looking at the dark sky, and saw that inside the gate, there was a huge thing that had mostly been exposed, but its surroundings were distorted and blurred, making it difficult to see clearly.
Taking a deep breath of the breath of the Ninth Peak, Su Ming walked along the mountain steps. When the sky became slightly brighter, he came to the outside of Huzi's cave. Waves of snoring could be heard from the cave. Su Ming
With a smile on his face, he stepped into Huzi's cave.
Huzi was lying there, sleeping soundly, with drool dripping from the corners of his mouth and turning into a puddle on the ground. There were many wine gourds beside him, many of them leaning upside down.
Su Ming looked at Huzi for a long time, took a gourd filled with wine, turned around and left.
The sky was slightly bright, but the earth was still dark. In the mountains, Su Ming saw the second senior brother wandering like a ghost. His steps paused. At the moment he paused, the second senior brother in the dark night in front of him floated towards Su Ming.
He stood still in front of him, looking at Su Ming.
"Second Senior Brother..." Su Ming spoke softly.
"Junior brother, I suspect that the person who steals my flowers and plants every night should be a member of the Wu clan. After you go there, remember to help me find out who did it." The second senior brother said seriously.
Su Ming was stunned and nodded with a wry smile.
"Hold it, take care..." The second senior brother in the middle of the night was exuding a cold aura. He took a few steps forward, put something in Su Ming's hand, and then floated past him.
Su Ming lowered his head and looked at the palm of his hand. There was a small black grass emitting bursts of light.
"This thing grows with my ghost energy. If you place it anywhere, it can form a ghost mist... so that you can sleep in it safely when you are tired." The cold voice of the second senior brother came from afar, but Su Ming couldn't feel it.
Cold, but warm in my heart.
Morning came gradually and unknowingly. The sky became brighter and the darkness of the earth was dispersed. From the nine peaks, many people walked out of the cave and looked up at the sky.
But in the sky, the nine continents of Tianmen formed a ring, and a piece of lightning moved around and turned into a net. In the net, something as long as a hundred feet in length was exposed.
The whole body is pitch black and the edges are sharp. It looks like a big sword!
The exposed part of this sword is a hundred feet, and its thickness is even ten feet. It looks like the top of a mountain! On top of it, there are more complex symbols flashing, and each flash emits a huge
The pressure descended on the earth.
The roaring sound continued to reverberate, and Su Ming saw that the thing like a big sword was quickly piercing through the net. As it penetrated, the roaring sound became more intense.
A moment later, when the rays of the sun reflected dazzling light on the earth, the sky shook violently, and the sword-like object was suddenly revealed from the net of the Tianmen.
It was a black sword. The sword was more than a hundred feet long and ten feet wide. It was floating in the air, exuding a shocking evil aura. If that was all, that would be it. But the moment the sword appeared, it was also a black sword.
The sword expanded rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, it formed a huge shadow on the ground in an astonishing way!
This thing exploded a hundred times, becoming a huge thing that was ten thousand feet in size and nearly a thousand feet wide, like a giant mountain, floating in the sky!
It looks like a sword, but if you look closely, it looks like a boat!
The huge shadow on the ground almost enveloped the nine mountain peaks. With the appearance of this thing, the strong pressure filled the hearts of everyone who looked up.
"I, Jing Chengrong, will lead the team this time!" On the mainland of Tianmen, nine figures flew out. Those nine figures were all dressed in white. Eight of them were sitting cross-legged in different corners of the sword, except for one person.
Standing on the tip of the sword, he glanced at the earth and spoke slowly.
"Those who go out to fight, step onto the frozen sky! After you step out, you will be branded. If you die in battle, the brand will dissipate! You Tianhan Clan members, the witch hunting battle is coming soon!!"