It was another unknown year. Su Ming, who was dressed in white robes, walked step by step towards the place where the sound of the horn came out with a calm expression. He came to the back of the snake dragon and stood on a scale.
The moment he lowered his head, the moment his body returned to its original position, his expression changed from numbness to disbelief...···
Countless times, Su Ming stood on the scales of the snake dragon on the mountain peak with exhaustion all over his body and a numb expression. The moment he sat down cross-legged, he saw the writing on the scales, and his expression became intense.
Vibrated by the shock, he raised his right hand tremblingly, and before his body dissipated, he carved a line of writing...
Once, once, once...
Over and over again, reincarnation, every awakening, the end of the road is death, either among other immortal souls, or on this snake and dragon statue...
The only thing he gained was the writing on the scales of the snake dragon. More and more, each line of writing represented a death, until all the scales were fully engraved, until all the scales had a version of himself that exceeded the five elements...
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Every time I wake up after death, my memory is vague, and not a single bit can be left behind. If it is completely erased, the cycle will continue over and over again.《》/《》/
If there were not those lines of handwriting, maybe Su Ming had truly sunk... In this world of immortality, for eternity, it would be difficult to wake up, immersed in the constant reincarnation, from struggling, from roaring, to becoming a
An inner numbness.
This is a cage. The bird feels that it has flown out time and time again, but at the moment of death, it suddenly realizes that it... is still in this cage.
Only when Su Ming dissipates from the snake and dragon, will he remember everything. It is like an illusory dream. Only when he wakes up from the dream, he suddenly falls into a trance. For a moment of trance, the dream is no longer...
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Relying on those lines of handwriting, Su Ming kept himself from forgetting and letting his will not be dissipated in his repeated deaths, allowing himself to... persist, even if the direction of persistence was vague, even if there might be no answer to everything.
Until one time, I don't know how many times, I came to Su Ming on the scales of the snake dragon. The scale he was on was the place where the five lines of writing were carved.
Looking at the lines of handwriting on it, looking at the handwriting written countless years ago, left in a certain reincarnation, don't swallow any words of immortal souls, Su Ming's mind was shaken, and his body was dissipating at the moment
, he looked up to the sky and roared unwillingly.
Under this roar, before dissipating, his right hand violently pressed towards the scales of the earth. This time, he did not leave any words, but drew a rune mark on the scales.
This is because after he recovered all his memories, he found the structure diagram of a formation in Hong Luo's inherited magical power. The function of this formation can produce vibrations, infinitely expand a certain sound, and form a burst of echo.
Echoes between heaven and earth.
According to Hong Luo's inheritance in Su Ming's memory, if this formation is deployed in an open place, the echo can be maintained for a month. During this month, even in very far away places, one can still vaguely hear it.
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It's just that this formation was relatively large. Su Ming's stroke was less than one in a hundred, which was far from the completion of the entire structure of the formation.
But this time Su Ming only carved one of the hundred, but he still has the next time. As time goes by and Su Ming comes again and again, every time he wakes up before death, he will remember everything.
, to complete the structure of the formation.
There were mistakes in it, and the scales where the cross-legged legs were placed did not conform to the structure of the formation. But in this world of immortality, in countless reincarnations and repetitions, there was finally one time when Su Ming came to this snake.
On Long's body, at the moment when he was awake before death, he carved the last stroke of this formation!
After the formation was completely completed at this time, Su Ming activated the formation at the moment his body dissipated, and shouted a sentence with the strongest voice in his life.
"Don't swallow any immortal souls, not even one..."
At the same time as this voice came out, and at the moment when Su Ming's body dissipated, the formation that Su Ming finally constructed after countless attempts on the snake dragon began to roar, expanding Su Ming's words infinitely in all directions.
The sound was transmitted like a rumble, echoing endlessly throughout the world.
In the vast sky and earth, somewhere on the white ground, the mist that had grown up condensed Su Ming's figure again ten days after Su Ming's last death.
His figure gradually turned from illusion into substance, his gray eyes looked around blankly, and his memory was blank.
Looking at the gray sky, there was no thought in his mind. Just like when he saw the sky for the first time, he stared there blankly. Around him, some mist slowly appeared, condensing some immortality.
Among the many immortal souls, Su Ming looked very ordinary, without the slightest difference.
The newly appeared undead souls slowly raised their heads and looked at the gray sky after their bodies condensed, as if they were waiting for something.
Until a whimpering horn sound was heard in the sky. This sound was transmitted into Su Ming's mind, causing his body to vibrate. He slowly lowered his head, like the group of undead souls around him, towards the place where the horn sound was heard.
Float away.
Su Ming didn't know that he had done this action countless times...
But this time, after Su Ming floated among the group of undead souls for less than a day, in this vast world, in addition to the whimpering horn sound, there was a roaring sound that swirled violently in the world.
Pass.
"Don't swallow any immortal souls, not even one..."
This sound echoed into Su Ming's ears, and also into the ears of those immortal souls. Su Ming's forward figure paused, slightly raised his head and glanced at the sky. After hesitating for a moment, it was as if he had not heard anything.
Generally, the other immortal souls ignored it and continued to drift.
Time passed, and in another round, individual souls among this group of undead souls let out low roars, pounced on other companions around them, and started to devour them repeatedly.
This time, including Su Ming, his gray eyes showed madness. He turned around suddenly and pounced on a dazed undead soul next to him. He was instinctively preparing to devour the moment he used to strengthen himself. In the vast sky, it was like before death.
, with an unwilling roar, came again.
"Don't swallow any immortal souls, don't swallow any souls..." This voice appeared many times during these days, and gradually became weaker. At this moment, it echoed and fell into Su Ming's mind.
The move that made Su Ming prepare to devour him was once again interrupted.
There was a struggle in his gray eyes. In his empty mind, nothing existed originally, but now the growling words echoed. He grabbed the hand of the immortal soul and slowly let go.
He didn't know why, but the sound coming from the sky felt very familiar...
As he let go of the immortal soul, the other powerful souls around him finished devouring it. After becoming stronger, they looked up to the sky and roared.
This roaring sound reached Su Ming's ears, causing him to struggle again. This time the struggle took a long time. When he ended his struggle and looked around, he saw that there were no immortal souls around him.
The undead souls that were born with him have gone away in groups. Only Su Ming stayed here alone under the struggle. As for the other immortal souls, they would not care about Su Ming.
Whether to stay or go, they just followed the call of the horn and kept moving forward towards that position.
In the vast land, Su Ming stood there alone, with a blank expression. After a long time, he lowered his head and drifted forward slowly.
The word probability expresses a kind of chance, a kind of calm change. Its appearance is often not something that can be controlled by humans. Just like probability, in countless times of the same fluctuation, there is a possibility that something different will happen.
fluctuations...
It was the same in this world of immortality. Su Ming didn't know how many times he had been reincarnated, and even this question did not exist in his mind.
Even though this is the hundreds of thousands of times he has woken up, in his opinion, this is his first time waking up.
He couldn't notice the difference in waking up this time. Only those who had seen him die and wake up hundreds of thousands of times could tell that the difference this time was different.
This time, because of the existence of the sound, Su Ming did not devour other immortal souls. He moved forward blankly until the sound no longer existed. Even after half a month, he was still drifting. On the way, he
I haven’t encountered any other immortal souls!
This is the first time it has appeared in countless awakenings over countless years!
After half a month of wandering in confusion, the gray in Su Ming's eyes became thicker and thicker, and a feeling of hunger and weakness arose from deep in his heart. He looked around from time to time, looking for something that would make him uneasy.
A source of weakness and hunger.
He had seen it before, but every time he saw it, the dissipated voice in his mind would faintly echo, making Su Ming's struggle become more and more intense.
He longed to devour it, but the familiar voice wouldn't let him. Even as time passed, he gradually had a vague feeling that he... couldn't devour other undead souls.
Until his struggle reached its extreme and he saw more than a dozen undead souls drifting away on the white ground, Su Ming couldn't bear the desire to devour them, so he galloped away.
These dozen undead souls were obviously newly reborn and did not have the slightest sanity yet. When one of them was approached by Su Ming and was about to be devoured, Su Ming showed a strong struggle on his face. He was roaring, and his eyes were no longer gray.
, but with Zihong, he struggled and gave up swallowing, but raised his right hand and punched the undead soul in the head, breaking up the undead soul's body.
At the moment when the immortal soul died, there was a sudden roar in Su Ming's head, and a burst of tearing pain came. In the pain, clarity appeared in the pupils of Su Ming's eyes.