Su Ming kept walking, step by step, walking through the ravines of the earth in mid-air, walking into the core of the bat saint clan, and reaching the peak of the mountain.
There, he saw a stone tablet, which was towering and looked like the tip of a mountain from a distance. It had a large number of words engraved on it. Under the stone tablet, an old man sat cross-legged.
The old man's clothes were ragged, his hair was disheveled, and he couldn't see clearly. He had his head lowered, as if he was meditating.
"Tens of thousands of years ago, the Barbarian God Lie Shanxiu opened up the barbarian land, created his own martial arts in the world, established the barbarian tribe, established the Yu Dynasty, and was worshiped by all tribes. The canonization of leaders of each tribe required the consent of the Barbarian God... After that, he sought his throne and robbed him.
Go and leave a legacy in this world...
A scholar became famous as Chishan, with the name of Po. During the Dayu Dynasty, he realized the meaning of the Barbarian God, inherited it and began to cultivate it. He could not get half of it... He called it the second generation Barbarian God Chishan Po!
Immortal evil was unwilling to give in, and the catastrophe reappeared, with the intention of Daochen, which tore the land of our barbarians into pieces, and Chishan soul was divided into pieces and buried in the five continents..." The vicissitudes of voice echoed on the mountain peak, and Su Ming stood in front of the old man who bowed his head.
, and listened silently.
Following the old man's words, the handwriting on the stone tablet behind him was slowly dissipating. The handwriting was clear at first glance, but upon closer inspection it was blurry, and it was unclear what was written.
At this moment, Su Ming was certain that his judgment about Wanli Mountain before his arrival was correct. He always remembered in Zhu Jiuyin's body the words of the remaining barbarian tribe he met, even though
He only spoke half of it, but the ten thousand words he finally spat out made Su Ming make some guesses after hearing the word Wanli Mountain.
"In the next ten thousand years, I was born in the Eastern Wilderness, claiming that I could receive the will of the barbarian gods. After going through dangers, I finally reached the Great Yu. What I saw, heard, and felt, however... was not half the second generation of barbarian gods. Although it was called the third generation, it was not
Ask yourself that you are not enough to become a god...Look for the traces of your ancestors and be buried in the Nine Yins Realm...
To this day, I thought I was awake. But in the end I didn’t realize it..." The vicissitudes of voice gradually dissipated, and the old man sitting cross-legged next to the stone tablet slowly raised his head.
It is a very ordinary face, but there are traces of time on it. The old look makes people feel that time has passed and the world has changed at a glance.
"I know I will definitely see you." The old man looked at Su Ming and spoke calmly.
Su Ming looked at the old man in front of him and said nothing.
"The difference is that you were captured. Or you came on your own. If you were captured, you are not worthy of our barbarian cultivation. It is not enough to create a barbarian image!
It is better to stay and become the soul of my barbarian tribe and sink forever.
If you come on your own, you can accept my inheritance..." The old man said slowly, and barbarian lines gradually appeared on his face. The lines between his eyebrows looked like a burning moon!
"After my will is gone, send my soul body back to Dayu. My soul will return to its place. I will become a barbarian cultivator and break through the barbarian soul realm...
After the Barbarian Soul, the bloodline changes suddenly. The blood, bones, and soul have all been successfully cultivated. If everything inside and outside is perfect, what you are cultivating at this moment is not your body, but your destiny!
Break through the destiny and find the path that you are missing. This is the lack of destiny!
Knowing one's own shortcomings is like knowing the regrets of the world and understanding the changes in the world. This is the Palace of Life!
God Lord’s Life Palace. The radiance is endless and can draw the power of the realm. This is the life realm!
Fate, fate lack, life palace, life realm, this is the barbarian soul queen, the barbarian life cultivation path, if you step into the life cultivation path!" The old man looked at Su Ming, his words spread, and his voice echoed, but Su Ming was still
Standing there, just listening.
"There is a lack of fire in my life, so my life cultivation path absorbs all the fires in the world. However... until finally I was shocked to find that this fire is not Yang, but the flame of the cathode...
This is the only one left in the scorching moon, so he worships the moon and is called the barbarian who cultivates fire!
However, if you can’t see through the moonfire, you can’t feel the bright flames, your own will turns into yin and yang, one is fire and the other is barbarian god, just like the sky has darkness and day, the sky is bitter and only leaves the sky, why do you cry alone?
…
He has been blessed with countless things in his life, and in the end he buried his bones with the Yin Sacred Vessel, which brought sorrow, mourning, suffering, and greed..." You old man looked at Su Ming, and there was endless emotion in his words as he murmured.
Most of the writing on the stone tablet behind him has disappeared at this moment, and soon there will be no trace of writing at all.
"Three generations of barbarian gods, Li Shanhuo, suddenly looked at the sky, closed their eyes and stayed... Those who are like my clan in the future, must not forget my path... The stone tablet behind them is the legacy of a generation of barbarian gods, but... three generations will do it...
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After the old man finished speaking, the last line of writing on the stone tablet behind him became blurry and finally disappeared. The entire stone tablet looked empty at this moment.
As all the writings on the stone tablet disappeared, the face of the old man who looked at him muttering in front of Su Ming also showed signs of decay, and gradually fell into pieces in Su Ming's eyes.
At this moment, the wind blows gently, blowing away the old man's body, carrying his ashes, and drifting to the distance. Only in the place where the old man crosses his legs, what the wind cannot blow away at this moment are three round grains on the ground.
The bead is shaped like a bead. This bead is dim in color, but it emits an indescribable strangeness, as if it can swallow up light, and is very conspicuous.
This old man has died long ago, and what remains may be a trace of his soul, a wisp of will, or some other form of existence, but no matter what, he has been dead for who knows how many years.
So Su Ming remained silent. He had already seen that when the old man looked at him, he did not see his figure in his pupils.
At that moment, he understood that what the other person was looking at was a remnant from an unknown number of years ago, not himself.
Su Ming didn't understand the so-called awakening, but when he stood on the mountain peak and saw the old man, all he saw were the three beads that existed on the ground.
As for this old man, he is illusory and translucent, floating on these three beads, like a shadow that remains in the years. All he wants is to speak those words and inherit the legacy of the Barbarian God...
At the same time, at the moment when the old man disappeared and the writings on the stone tablet disappeared, the bat saint clan members who existed in the mountains, under the mountains, in the ravines on the ground, and in countless cracks, trembled one by one, and gradually degenerated, shrinking from
The human form changed, and finally turned into bats, circling in the sky several times, as if covering the sky, roaring loudly, and after a long time, they gradually returned to the ravines of the earth, disappeared in groups, and disappeared.
As they dispersed, the mountain peak where Su Ming was located began to vibrate, and it slowly sank. It seemed as if it was returning to the depths of the earth, just like when it appeared back then.
Su Ming stood on the mountain peak, feeling the mountain sinking, and closed his eyes.
When he came here on this trip, although he did not find the answer in his heart, he vaguely seemed to have found the answer.
"After the Barbarian Soul, destiny, destiny, palace, and realm, this is the road to cultivating one's destiny..." Su Ming raised his sleeve with his right hand and swung it, rolling up the three beads on the ground and the stone tablet.
After they were put into the storage bag, he opened his eyes, glanced at the ground where the old man was before disappearing, turned around, and stepped towards the sky.
After he left the mountain, the mountain sank with a roar, and finally disappeared on the ground. The ravines on the ground began to close together again, and gradually, there was no longer any gap in the entire ground.
Su Ming was in mid-air, looking a little dazed, and it took him a long time to recover.
What he saw was an illusion and a speech left by the three barbarian gods before they died. Perhaps the barbarian in Zhu Jiuyin's body had heard this speech before, but why did he appear in Zhu Jiuyin?
Why he didn't take away the three beads from the third generation of barbarian gods in his body was a mystery, and Su Ming couldn't figure out the result.
"The legacy of one generation of barbarian gods was lost in three generations... I'm afraid that's why the writings on the stone tablet disappeared. Is it only passed down to three generations..." Su Ming turned around and walked towards the direction of the Ming Clan Valley. His footsteps in mid-air could be heard.
Revealing the heaviness of his heart.
"Three generations..." Su Ming murmured. He could vaguely imagine that in those endless years ago, before the barbarian land was torn apart, a tall figure appeared in the sky of the Dayu Dynasty, leading his subordinates.
The man walked towards the sky. Before leaving, he turned back and glanced at the earth.
"Three generations to die!"
"When his cultivation has reached the level of a barbarian god, the so-called Dayu Dynasty and the so-called barbarian people are no longer important. He led the barbarians to rise and left behind barbarian god songs that are praised by future generations, but he cannot
The eternal guardian of the barbarian tribe can extend his legacy for three generations. This is his last farewell. If anyone among these three generations can surpass him, the legacy will continue. If no one can surpass him, the barbarian clan... will no longer be his concern.
Land." Su Ming's eyes gradually became clear, and he suddenly understood that a generation of barbarian gods would never return to the barbarian tribe in this life.
Su Ming shook his head and disappeared into the darkness of heaven and earth.
At this moment, outside the Jiuyin Realm, on the land of Nanchen where the barbarians and shaman tribes live, they are experiencing a shocking catastrophe. This catastrophe cannot be concealed and has been known to cultivators throughout the continent over the years.
Disaster in the Eastern Wasteland!
This disaster should have come a few years ago, and the witches and barbarians tried their best to delay it, but now, all methods are impossible to prevent this disaster from coming.
To the east of the Southern Morning, the seawater roared and huge waves surged into the sky. A large amount of seawater had submerged half of the Wu Clan's land. Under the surging seawater, countless mountain peaks sank into the sea, and many lives were lost in this disaster.
everything.
Countless ferocious beasts exist in the sea water, as well as the sea giant with half of its head exposed. At this moment, following the sea water, they are walking forward step by step on the ground within the scope of the Witch Clan.
The sea roars and is boundless. If you stand on the edge of the Wu Clan's submerged continent and look around, you can see a huge dark shadow not very far away. The shadow seems to have no end. This is a majestic
Continent, a continent called Eastern Wasteland!!
It has finally arrived!
What awaits Nanchen will be a real disaster that is countless times more serious than the spread of sea water today, and even impossible to compare at all. That is... the collision of two continents!!
There must be a piece that will collapse and split!
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