At this moment, there was no light in the world, darkness replaced everything. When the light reappeared, when the darkness gradually dissipated, tens of thousands of monks around them retreated far away. In the world they saw, there was no Zhujiu.
The Yin is gone...the golden-robed Emperor Tian.
The only person who existed in mid-air was Su Ming, who was tired, but his eyes were shining brightly.
Although the Ten Transformation Techniques were powerful and Su Ming could persist for a longer period of time,... the little snake was somewhat unable to bear the changes after merging with Su Ming's consciousness.
So after swallowing Emperor Tian alive, Su Ming gave up his ten-incarnation body. He stood in mid-air, and when the surroundings were completely silent for a moment, he looked up to the sky and let out a roar. It was a roar that had been suppressed for countless years.
The first clone of Ditian who stood in front of Su Ming, who was as powerful as heaven, died!
Su Ming escaped death on the Dead Sea, and the extremely powerful purple-robed clone was destroyed!
The strongest of the three clones, burning itself, burst out with the power of daylight ascension that surpassed the power of the first two clones. The golden robe clone...devoured!
The mountain peak that had been pressing on Su Ming for many years had collapsed at this moment. A feeling of freedom suddenly grew in Su Ming's heart, but he understood that this was not over yet. There were four clones of Ditian, and there was still one last one.
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The roar, like catharsis, burst out Su Ming's inner depression and his hatred for Ditian. At this moment, its roar echoed in all directions, falling on the ears of all the surrounding immortals, shaking their hearts.
Ji An's expression was extremely gloomy. He watched helplessly as Su Ming devoured the golden-robed emperor in front of him, but he was unable to stop him. He even looked at Su Ming at this moment, whose aura was rising endlessly, and with the
The increase in momentum caused even stronger fluctuations in cultivation level.
Su Ming felt the traces of his breakthrough to the middle stage of the Barbaric Soul. At this moment, it was extremely intense. He clearly felt the existence of the breakthrough and felt the late stage of the Barbarian Soul in a single thought of his will.
He lowered his head. His eyes instantly focused on the ground, with no monks around... the upright coffin.
Almost at the moment when Su Ming looked at the coffin, a muffled roar came from the coffin, as if there was a fist inside, hitting the coffin lid, causing some cracks on the coffin lid.
crack.
Boom, boom. Boom.
This sound kept appearing. The coffin lid was cracking more and more. At the same time, a wave of cultivation that surpassed the golden-robed emperor. An aura that could coexist with Ji An's Dharma Body gradually emanated from the coffin.
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"Judging from Di Tian's expression and the meaning of his words, there are only three clones of him. This fourth one was obviously reshaped by the barbarians..." Su Ming's eyes showed a hint of complexity, and he thought of where the coffin was.
position, thinking of what Lan Dao revealed that day...the shamanic fighting spirit of nearly a hundred senior brothers.
What's more... I felt a faint hint of familiarity when the breath of the person inside the coffin dispersed.
This hint of familiarity made Su Ming's heart tremble, and the excitement he had felt in killing Ditian's clone... disappeared at this moment.
"Is it you..." Su Ming closed his eyes. The trembling in his heart turned into sadness and became the pain in his heart. How could he forget this familiarity? This familiarity... came from the Ninth Peak...
As if he was aware of Su Ming's emotional fluctuations, Ji An no longer tried to fight against the Dharma Eye Hidden Technique. Instead, he narrowed his eyes, looked at Su Ming, and suddenly fell on the coffin of the earth.
Revealing the light.
He clearly knew that there were only three clones of Ditian. So this fourth one was somewhat interesting.
"Control with your mind across the boundary, Emperor Tian, Emperor Tian. You have spent a lot of effort to control this fate... If this clone dies again, I am afraid it will be a heavy blow to you...
This clone... Look at Su Ming's expression, it must be familiar... Interesting, interesting!" A smile appeared at the corner of Ji An's mouth, and the smile became more and more prosperous.
At this moment, among the tens of thousands of monks around him, more and more people saw something unusual about Su Ming. The silence and sadness in Su Ming could not be concealed at all. The complex look in the eyes looking at the coffin was even more complicated.
It is being seen by more and more people.
"What's in the coffin is..."
"That is something belonging to the Daye Immortal Sect...could it be related to Lord Ditian!"
Whispering discussions gradually spread in this silent world. Su Ming's abnormality caused everyone's eyes to focus on the coffin.
Boom, boom, boom... The muffled sound on the coffin continued, and the cracking of the coffin lid became more and more widespread. With each roar, a lot of sawdust would scatter, and cracks spread. After intersecting with each other, finally
With another roar, a fist suddenly penetrated the coffin lid, revealing itself to everyone's eyes.
It can be seen that it is a man's fist.
After penetrating the coffin, the fist slowly retracted. When the roar came out again, the coffin shook violently. This time, two fists penetrated the coffin lid and came out.
Su Ming's expression became more and more sad. He stared blankly at the coffin's fist, and the familiar feeling became stronger. This intensity made his heart hurt more and more.
A violent muffled roar suddenly came out at this moment, but the coffin lid was directly shattered under the roar. As it shattered, a large amount of mist was released from the coffin, and a powerful repair force was released.
Because of the fluctuations, it suddenly spread in all directions.
As it spread, the monstrous evil energy rolled directly into the sky, and a huge vortex, with the coffin as the center, swept violently towards the surrounding areas.
In that whirlpool, a tall figure gradually walked out of it. His figure was hidden in the mist and could not be seen clearly. But the moment Su Ming saw this figure, he felt something in his heart.
Guess, but it was still as if he was being pressed by a mountain peak. He staggered back a few steps, his eyes were red, and his expression was almost crazy in the sadness.
At this moment, his hatred for Ditian was stronger than before, and it had already exceeded the level of sworn hatred.
He looked at the figure that gradually became clearer and walked out of the mist, and Su Ming... cried.
He rarely cried, and it could even be said that except when he left Wushan and cried silently in the unfamiliar land of Nanchen, he had never cried.
Because his grandfather told him that boys can shed blood, but not tears. This is what his grandfather said to him kindly when he was very young.
He always remembered.
But today, when he saw this figure, Su Ming shed tears, but the tears were in his heart and did not flow on his face, and no one saw him cry.
"Elder brother..." Su Ming looked at the clear figure. Everything in the world disappeared from his eyes, leaving only the tall figure standing on the ground, looking up at himself.
The upper body was bare, revealing a strong body. There was an extremely complex rune pattern on the body, covering most of the figure's exposed skin.
The color of the skin is purple.
There are many scars on it. Although the scars have all healed, many of them have directly penetrated the body. It can be seen that even if they are healed, they are injuries in recent years and do not seem to be too old.
When Su Ming saw the scars all over his body, he seemed to see the madness of his senior brother when he was searching for his master, his junior brother, and his relatives who belonged to the Ninth Peak again and again in the Eastern Wilderness Continent.
, that kind of recklessness.
The senior brother stood barefoot on the sand of the earth. His body stood very straight without any bend, as if it represented his will.
His hair was gone, his head was bald, and there were nine steel needles pierced into his skull...
His appearance was no longer the same as in Su Ming's memory. It was more vicissitudes of life, and there was even a cross-shaped scar that penetrated directly between the elder brother's eyebrows and between his ears.
It can be clearly seen that this is not a battle wound, but a slight scratch caused by life. In order to prevent it from healing, some unknown means were used to cause bursts of purple energy to emit from around the scar, which matched the big wound.
If the runes on the senior brother's body are combined together.
As a result, the senior brother's appearance was no longer the same as the gentleness Su Ming remembered.
The senior brother's right arm had a huge hook pierced through it. Because the palm of his right hand had disappeared, the hook became his hand.
His left arm was intact, but the veins on it were bulging, and there were countless twists and turns, as if there were some foreign objects in his body.
Su Ming looked at his senior brother. In that sorrow and misery, he let out an earth-shaking scream. Blood gradually flowed out of his eyes. He couldn't shed tears, but blood flowed out!
Su Ming knows that Senior Brother is not very good at expressing words, and is even a bit dull. His care is always invisible. He does not ask for anything in return, so you may not notice it, and you may not feel it deeply, but that
Care is everywhere.
For example, Su Ming first meditated at Nine Peaks. When Zi Che arrived, although it was the second senior brother who took action, the senior brother's eyes were focused on Zi Che at that time. He would not allow outsiders to bully his junior brother until the second senior brother took action.
Finally, he withdrew his gaze.
For example, in the battle of the Guitai tribe, all nine peaks came out. The senior brother was even more worried and expelled his shaman soul, and issued a desperate order to protect the safety of his junior brothers even if the shaman soul dies.
Jiufeng is like home, senior brother... is like an elder brother.
"Senior Brother..." Su Ming's body trembled, and a burst of madness exploded in his body.
"Junior brother, you just went up the mountain. It's a pity that senior brother can't get out of seclusion. He has to wait a few years. How about this? I'll give you this thing to protect yourself." This was the first time Su Ming saw the gentleness of senior brother with his own eyes.
Her eyes and gentle words made him unable to forget.
"Little Junior Brother... The actions of the Wu Clan are unpredictable. Senior Brother gives you this slave... her name is Fa Zan..." This was the voice of the senior brother when Su Ming left the Ninth Peak and went to the battlefield of the Wu Clan,
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