Su Ming murmured and looked down at his right hand. His body had completely solidified at this moment, and his whole body looked not much different from his flesh and blood body.*.**/*
A black robe transformed outside his body, and his long black hair fluttered, forming a contrast with the surrounding white mist, making his figure looming in the white mist.
The white mist was rapidly entering Su Ming's body, being absorbed by him.
Su Ming ignored the white mist. There was more and more intelligence in his eyes, and it gradually became brighter. He looked at his right hand, as if he was deep in thought.
After a long time, when the last ray of white mist outside Su Ming's body penetrated into his body and disappeared, Su Ming stood alone in this empty land, his eyes still falling on his right hand.
Time passed slowly, and a few days later, Su Ming's unmoving right hand slowly raised, pressed it toward the ground, and then grabbed it from the air.
"What kind of magical power is this? It's just a simple press and a grab. Why is it so powerful here... This press can collapse all things, and this grab can absorb the whole body essence of the collapsed object.
······" Su Ming closed his eyes, and when he opened them again after a moment, he looked at the sky.
His memory slowly recovered as the white mist was absorbed. In addition to remembering his own name, he also remembered his two deaths in this strange world.
The first time, he was swallowed by someone and died. The second time, he was pressed and grabbed by the old man in white robe in the sky, and his whole body collapsed and died...
But he just remembered these things. As for how he appeared in this strange world, he was still a little vague.
"Could it be that within this push and grasp, there is some kind of power that I don't understand..." Su Ming was silent, sitting cross-legged on the white ground, looking at his right hand, and continued to be immersed in thought.
Within that click and grab.
As time went by, wisps of white mist gradually sprouted from the ground around the land where Su Ming was. When the souls of those who had died were about to be resurrected, these mists rushed straight to the ground almost as soon as they appeared.
When Su Ming came, it was as if the place where Su Ming was turned into a huge vortex, this vortex could absorb everything.
The white gas lingered around and dissipated one by one in Su Ming's right hand in the blink of an eye, and was sucked into his body. Su Ming's eyes became clearer and clearer. An extremely comfortable feeling made him close his eyes.
This feeling is a feeling that one is becoming stronger rapidly, a feeling of soul growth, and a comfort that is like transformation. After people try it once, it is difficult not to continue.
After a while, Su Ming opened his eyes, a bright light flashing in his eyes.
"Swallowing the other souls here can help me recall a lot of my memories. It can make me feel powerful and help me no longer bear the pain of death here..." Su Ming murmured, standing
He stood up, looked at the gray sky, took a deep breath, raised his feet, and galloped forward.
His eyes flashed with cold light, and his body was whistling like a wisp of black smoke as he walked forward on the white land. He didn't know the passage of time, he only knew that there was a desire in his heart to devour more immortal souls.
Until this day, in front of him, he saw a group of thousands of immortal souls. When he saw them, these immortal souls also saw Su Ming.
Amidst the echoing screams, the group of undead souls, led by dozens of soul bodies that were obviously much stronger, roared towards Su Ming.
Su Ming stood there, his eyes flashing. At the moment when the undead souls came, he raised his right hand and pressed forward. During this press, a layer of ripples transformed in front of Su Ming, rushing forward like a wave.
Spreading, bursts of roaring sounds were heard one after another. Those undead souls at the front were shaking violently, and some even collapsed directly.
Su Ming immediately grabbed his right hand from the air. Suddenly, the collapsed immortal souls turned into waves of white mist and came straight towards Su Ming. The integration of the white mist made Su Ming look up to the sky and let out a low roar of pleasure.
He rushed forward and fought directly with those undead souls that had not collapsed.
Su Ming didn't know any other methods. He could only press and grab. But this simple gesture, after Su Ming tried it countless times, had a power that he didn't understand. When he rushed in
At the moment when the group of immortal souls were attacked, roaring sounds were heard one after another.
After burning the incense, Su Ming stood there alone with his head lowered. Thick white mist filled his body. Apart from that, there was no other undead soul.
After a long time, Su Ming raised his head. His eyes were no longer gray, but bright. He licked his lips, swayed forward, and flew up from the ground, speeding towards the distance in mid-air.
In the distance, at the end of the world, there is a whimpering horn sound, which serves as a guide to summon all the undead souls who hear it to where it is.
The sound of the horn also served as a summons for Su Ming. As he absorbed more immortal souls, Su Ming felt the sound of the horn becoming clearer and stronger, full of temptation, as if his mission was to
Let yourself continue to grow stronger and go to the Land of Horns.
As he kept flying, he saw several waves of undead souls on the ground. Whenever he encountered them, he would press them towards the ground in mid-air.
During this press, as he experienced, as he continued to absorb and strengthen, from being able to only partially collapse, gradually expanding, to half collapse, until the passage of time, Su Ming did not calculate, he just
It felt like a long time had passed, and he had flown far and wide. The undead souls that appeared on the earth often collapsed on a large scale under his press.
His body is like a body of flesh and blood, his hair is fluttering, his black robe is dancing when flying, and his right hand has been performing the pressing and grasping movements at this moment, not just many times, but countless!
He could clearly feel his power. This power was such that when he flew through the sky, he could make all the immortal souls on the earth tremble when they saw him without roaring.
It's just that...Su Ming's eyes also gradually lost their brightness over the years. They gradually became tired and a little numb.
He looks like this, somewhat similar to the old man he once met...
The sound of the horn still existed, but it seemed that it would never fly to the place where it came from. Until this day, Su Ming suddenly paused while flying and turned his head to look at the world on the right. There, he saw
There was a red rainbow roaring at an extremely fast speed.
The moment Su Ming looked at the Changhong, the Changhong suddenly stopped hundreds of feet away from Su Ming and turned into a big red-haired man. This big man was half-clad in armor, with red hair swaying, with his upper body exposed, and looked at Su Ming.
Ming.
His eyes were similar to Su Ming's, both were dim and revealed numbness.
Su Ming looked at him, and he looked at Su Ming. After the two of them stared at each other in mid-air for a moment, the big man suddenly let out a roar, took long steps, and walked straight towards Su Ming.
, he raised his right hand and waved it toward the sky. Suddenly, a spear appeared out of thin air in his right hand, and he grabbed it.
After the spear was held by him, Su Ming threw it violently as he moved forward. The spear made a sharp cracking sound and went straight towards Su Ming at an extremely fast speed.
Its speed was so fast that to outsiders, it looked like a bolt of lightning piercing through Su Ming's chest in an instant. But from Su Ming's point of view, the moment the spear was thrown, everything in the world was shattered.
Suddenly it became slow, not only the spear was slow, but his body was also slow.
Everything slowed down. He saw the spear flying out little by little and getting closer, and his right hand was slowly raising, until the spear finally came to him, but his right hand had just
As if he had lifted it up, before the pressing action was made, the spear pierced his chest at a slow speed, causing a tearing pain that was also slowed down countless times.
came from Ming's chest.
In his eyes, the tip of the spear broke through his body. After penetrating in, while the severe pain spread, it slowly penetrated out of his body and fell to the ground behind him.
Until this moment, the world in front of him suddenly returned to normal. But at the moment when it returned to normal, Su Ming's body suddenly collapsed for less than half. During the collapse, Su Ming's right hand suddenly raised and pressed hard towards the big man.
With this press, the big man's whole body shook, and the armor exploded, exposing his body. At the same time, his body was also shaking violently, and cracks appeared.
As Su Ming grabbed his right hand, a large amount of white energy came straight towards Su Ming with an indescribable thickness...···
The big man roared crazily, made a fist with his right hand, and punched Su Ming. His speed was very slow, but from Su Ming's perspective, the speed of this big man was extremely fast.
This was a difficult battle. The roaring sound echoed throughout the world. It was not until several hours later that the roaring sound gradually dissipated. The sky-high white mist filled the place. Its thickness was almost as thick as that of Su Ming.
Compare the sum of all the white mist absorbed along the way.
The thick mist was rapidly decreasing at this moment, and was constantly being absorbed by the people inside. Half an hour later, as the mist thinned, a figure gradually appeared inside.
Long black hair, black robe, blank face, numb eyes... Su Ming walked out slowly. He looked down at his right hand, the numb look in his eyes, which was strikingly different from the one he met.
The old man is already exactly the same!
"Immortal soul...I am an immortal fighting soul..." Su Ming murmured, his memory has not been restored, as if no matter how much he absorbs, he can only stay at knowing his own name.
The only thing that has increased is his strength, the kind of strength that seems to control the world!
He has sunk...
Vaguely, in this gray world, there seems to be a low voice echoing. This voice is very distant and seems to contain years. But if you listen carefully, you can only hear the whimpering horn, but not the sound of the horn.
The sound of transformation.
"If you sink, I will successfully devour you and resurrect you. If you wake up, I will be willing to be devoured by my own kind. I wish it a new life!!"