Su Ming looked at Tianlan Meng calmly. Their eyes were focused on the edge and corner of the ten-thousand-foot sword, not far away. ""
"I don't know what you are talking about..." Tian Lanmeng was silent for a moment and then spoke softly.
"Why hide it like this?" Su Ming frowned and turned his head to look at the clear blue sky outside the Ice Sky Sword.
Tian Lanmeng hesitated for a moment, as if he was going to say something, but he hesitated.
"How did you know about the disaster in the Eastern Wasteland?" After a long time, her eyes fell on the side of Su Ming's face and she spoke.
Around the two of them, the sword was not quiet, and whispers were heard from time to time. However, the range of the sword was too large, and there were nearly ten thousand people sitting cross-legged on it, so if they were a little further away, they could hear it.
It's not very clear, and there are also constant whistling sounds of the sword cutting through the sky while galloping.
"I heard some of the sounds when the ten meteors arrived." Su Ming did not hide anything. He must know the truth about this matter. In his judgment, this kind of thing that only the Barbarian Soul Realm can know will be
It is extremely crucial and can even determine some of his actions in the land of the Wu Clan.
Tian Lanmeng withdrew her gaze and looked at the sky beyond the sword. After a while, a soft voice came out.
"Have you heard of...the legend of Sang Xiang..."
Su Ming was stunned, shook his head, and said nothing.
"Sang Xiang is a legendary butterfly that flaps its wings three times in its life...the first flapping of its wings will cause landslides in the eastern land." Tianlan Meng looked at the sky outside the sword and said softly.
"It's just a legend." Su Ming said slowly.
"Is it a legend... In the current world, no one has seen a generation of barbarian gods. Can you say that a generation of barbarian gods is also a legend? We don't know whether Sang Xiang exists..." Tian Lanmeng shook his head.
"Nine meteors represent the emergence of the Great Witch Lord in the Witch Clan. It is a form beyond life, a realm of cultivation beyond what we know. The latest chapter of the Holy Temple" the voice from Tianlan Meng Yu Su Mingxin
His voice was gentle, but the trace of fear contained in those words was also clearly felt by Su Ming as it reverberated in his mind.
"Great Witch Lord?" Su Ming turned to look at Tianlan Meng.
"You should know that thousands of years ago, the three powerful men of our Southern Chen barbarian tribe fought against the Grand Duke of the Wu Clan. In the end, the three powerful men won the battle, but the Grand Duke of the Wu Clan did not die, but fell into a deep sleep.
He is immortal... Now that he has awakened, Tianlan City sent out nine meteors to notify the Tianhan and Haidong sects." Tianlan Meng bit her lower lip and whispered.
Su Ming's eyes and pupils shrank, and after a moment of silence, he slowly spoke.
"Where are ten?"
"On the land of Nanchen, the number of meteors that fly from Tianlan City to Tianhan and Haidong is nine. In my memory, since the construction of Tianlan City, there have never been ten meteors...
…
Now, this is the first time!" Tian Lanmeng's face turned pale and she murmured.
"If we follow the reasoning, five represents a catastrophe, eight represents the annihilation of the Nanchen barbarians, and nine represents the witch clan's momentum reaching its peak...then ten, perhaps..." Tian Lanmeng said here, speaking.
After a pause, as if he was thinking about how to speak, Su Ming spoke softly beside him.
"Nan Chen fell..." After Su Ming's words came out, Tian Lanmeng's body suddenly trembled, her face turned completely pale, and she nodded bitterly for a long time.
"What kind of thing will happen that can cause the fall of the Southern Morning Land?" Su Ming was a little unbelievable. He couldn't understand what power in this world could do such a terrifying thing.
"Even if he is the great witch master of the witch clan, if he really has such a level of cultivation, then there is no need to continue this battle." Su Ming spoke in a deep voice.
"Although his cultivation is advanced and beyond the realm we know, but...he can't do this. The latest chapter of the Holy Temple, but he can't do it, doesn't mean that no one can do it, the second-generation barbarian god and the outside world immortal
Didn’t the battle between the barbarians divide the barbarian land..." Tian Lanmeng said softly.
"Do you still remember what I just told you about Sang Xiang..." Tian Lanmeng looked at Su Ming, and Su Ming could clearly see the fear in Tian Lanmeng's eyes.
"The first time Sang Xiang flaps his wings will cause landslides in the eastern land..." Su Ming replied in a deep voice.
"The Eastern Land represents the Eastern Wilderness Continent. Between the five barbarian continents, there is an endless Dead Sea that looks like an ocean but not an ocean, like ink but not ink, and blood but not blood... No one can cross this Dead Sea.
Since the split of the five continents, they have lost contact with each other, as if they were blocked." Tianlan Meng's voice echoed in Su Ming's mind.
"If one day, this Dead Sea spreads and submerges the entire southern land like a tsunami, how many people will survive at that time..." Tian Lanmeng lowered his head.
"Perhaps, there will still be people who can survive, but if when Nanchen is submerged, there are changes in landslides and ground cracks, and the entire Nanchen land is shattered... Then by that time, how many people will survive...
Can you and I?" Tian Lanmeng closed her eyes.
"Is this the disaster in the East Barren? How does it have anything to do with the East Barren Continent?" Su Ming's mind was shaken, his breathing became rapid, and an idea that he found unbelievable appeared in his mind.
"The Dead Sea will not spread for no reason. It has existed for eternity. If there is no reason, it will not change." Tian Lanmeng was silent for a moment and said bitterly.
"Unless there is a force to push this endless Dead Sea, causing them to stir up big waves like the ocean..." Su Ming murmured.
"You heard the words "Disaster of the Eastern Wasteland", but you didn't hear the previous words. In the voice of the ancestor, he said that the east of Nanchen belongs to the Wu Clan, on the land near the edge of the Dead Sea.
It has an area of more than ten thousand feet and has been submerged by the Dead Sea...
This is the first time such a change has occurred in the land of Nanchen. It is this change that caused the Wu clan to panic and attack the Tianlan Barrier in advance.
The Dead Sea will not spread without cause. The reason why it will spread is because the Eastern Wilderness Continent, which is extremely far away from Nanchen, is pushing the Dead Sea towards Nanchen at an unimaginable speed..."
Tianlan Meng finally revealed the secret that Tianlan City informs all of the Barbarian Soul Realm but prohibits outsiders!!
"The collision between Donghuang and Nanchen..." Su Ming took a breath. He understood, but he still couldn't imagine how a huge continent could move at high speed.
"Perhaps one year, perhaps ten years, perhaps less than ten years... One day, when the Eastern Wilderness Continent collides with the Nanchen land at this extreme speed, what do you think will happen to Nanchen?
According to ancient maps, the scope of the Eastern Wasteland is several times that of Nanchen..." Tian Lanmeng looked at Su Ming with despair in his eyes.
Su Ming shuddered and closed his eyes. He could vaguely imagine the horrific things that happened when the two continents, one large and one small, collided with each other at that indescribable speed.
"First of all, the eastern edge of Nanchen's land will be shattered in an instant. This shattering will continue to spread due to the impact force of Donghuang. This spread will spread to the Tianlan barrier in a short time...
Then, the Tianlan Barrier will collapse, and the barbarian land will be shattered... Even if you escape to the far west, it will be difficult to avoid this fate of destruction.
When the earth shatters and tilts, the Dead Sea that comes with the Eastern Wasteland will submerge everything... There may be some people alive, and the earth under their feet becomes fragments. On a certain fragment, like an island in the endless Dead Sea, continue
Survive...
But obviously, it is difficult to achieve such an opportunity at the edge, especially under this impact. The land of Nanchen will definitely withstand this force and move towards the west... By that time, the west of Nanchen
, and all its edge positions will become the most tragic places.
The place where the Wu Clan lives is on the outskirts of Nanchen... In order to survive, you can imagine how tragic this Tianlan battle will be...
The Wu Clan wants to step into the Tianlan Barrier and occupy the very center of the Southern Morning Land. Only there, maybe they can maintain the continuation of their race when this disaster comes.
But can you allow the enemies of generations to enter your home... Besides, if they enter the Tianlan Barrier, some areas must be set aside for them. The consequence of this is that they may be in a relatively safe place in this disaster, so
To give some to the Witch Clan is to eliminate an equal amount of barbarian life that should have existed in those places..."
"Besides, no one can be sure where in this core area will be safe in the end. If there is no Wu clan, the barbarians can disperse, and there is always the possibility of continuation. But if the choice is wrong, the safe place will be
The place was given to the Wu clan..." Tian Lanmeng's voice became weaker and weaker, and in the end, it turned into silence.
"The disaster in the Eastern Wasteland..." Su Ming's face turned pale. All this was beyond his imagination. Even after hearing the truth at this moment, he was still a little unbelievable.
Similarly, he immediately knew why he couldn't tell everyone about this matter. Once this happened... it would cause an unimaginable incident...
"Sang Xiang." Su Ming remembered this name, even though he knew it was a legend, a legend that was perhaps coincidental.
"This matter can't be hidden for too long. As time goes by, more and more people will gradually know about it." Su Ming spoke, and his voice became heavy in Tian Lanmeng's heart.
"In this disaster, many people will die... We are born in this time and have no choice." Tian Lanmeng stood up and stood on the edge of the sword, his eyes deepening.
"Fortunately, we are not alone..." Tian Lanmeng turned her head and looked at Su Ming with her beautiful eyes, a strange light flashing in her eyes.
"Su Ming, try your best to improve your cultivation before the disaster of the Eastern Wasteland comes. In this way, even if you lose Nan Chen and everything, if you are still alive, you will still have your cultivation with you.
Holding you, supporting you..."
Su Ming looked at the sky outside the sword, silent.
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I admire all the prophets very much. Many of them guessed the Sangxiang. But the disaster brought about by the Sangxiang, did you guess it? Haha.