Volume Three Chapter 681 The Great Consummation of the Savage Soul!
"I am the Barbarian God!" Su Ming raised his head and said this sentence silently in his heart.
At the moment when these words echoed in Su Ming's heart, within the two whirlpool formations on the sky, the aura of arrival suddenly appeared. They were the new descendants of the Immortal Clan, coming from afar from the land of the Immortal Clan.
Also at this moment, outside the two vortex formations in the sky, there were more and more rainbows, the twisting fluctuations became more and more violent, and the sound of tearing was earth-shattering. There seemed to be a faint, continuous roar, coming from within the twisting towards the earth.
roared out.
"Barbarian God!!" If you listen carefully, you can vaguely hear that the roaring voice is shouting the word Barbarian God!!
Su Ming's statue appeared in front of Su Ming at this moment. The headless body with arms exuded infinite pressure. Under this pressure, Su Ming's eyes flashed with overwhelming force.
Jingmang.
"My savage statue is still missing one leg and one leg, so I can fully reveal it in the vast world... I am the savage god, and the left leg of my savage statue is the third generation soul body!" Su Ming said, raising his right hand.
He waved forward, and immediately the beads transformed by the death of the three generations of barbarian gods flew out. Those beads suddenly turned into an illusory old man in mid-air. The old man opened his eyes, glanced across the earth, and then looked at
Xiang Su Ming, whose face was blurry and couldn't see his features clearly, but could tell that he was smiling.
As he smiled, the old man's figure gradually disappeared. Almost at the moment he disappeared, Su Ming's left leg suddenly appeared!!
Su Ming's hair moved without any wind. He watched the old man disappear and the smile he showed. It was the smile of the soul of the third generation of barbarian gods that remained in the years.
That smile contains recognition!
At the moment when the left leg of the Savage Soul materialized, Su Ming's cultivation suddenly exploded. He directly reached the peak of the late Savage Soul stage. There was only one gap between him and the Great Perfection!
As Su Ming's cultivation level increased, his aura was like a rainbow. Earth-shaking, the twisting roar of the sky became more and more intense, and there were more and more rainbows in all directions. As for the light pillar formed by the whirlpool formation descended by the immortal clan, there was a shadow inside it.
Gradually it was revealed that there were almost a hundred phantoms within the two light pillars, which were rapidly condensing.
Su Ming ignored the two descendants of the immortal race within the beam of light. He looked at his own image. When he closed his eyes and opened them again, he raised his right hand and waved it toward the sky.
With this wave, the sky roared, but this roar could not cover up Su Ming's voice that shocked everyone's hearts at this moment.
"The second generation of Barbarian God. The remnant soul that exists in this world. On every day of creation, you will roar in the dark. May you... gather here and become the right hand of my Su Ming statue.
Legs, I swear that I will destroy the Immortal Clan and avenge you!!" Su Ming's voice echoed in all directions, and the moment everyone heard it, the surroundings suddenly became silent.
Except for the continued roar of Ji An and his senior brother's attack, there was dead silence all around.
Su Ming waited silently for an answer. If it had been any other time, his words would not have brought him an answer. But now that the barbarians are blessed with luck and are in the process of condensing the barbarian images, his voice will blend into the barbarians and follow the world of the barbarians.
Echo, let the remaining souls of heaven and earth hear it.
As time passed by, more and more immortal figures descended into the two vortex light pillars, and many of them were almost completely condensed into shape.
At this moment, a wisp of cyan aura suddenly appeared out of thin air on Su Ming's empty right leg. As soon as this aura appeared, a stream of cyan auras suddenly appeared from all directions in the sky and the earth.
Under the condensation, a blurry cyan shadow suddenly formed in front of Su Ming.
The appearance of this phantom was as blurry as that of the third generation. Its eyes were hollow, as if it was observing Su Ming. Su Ming's gaze also fell on this blurry blue phantom.
As they looked at each other, the familiar feeling that seemed to be hidden deep in the memory emerged for the second time in Su Ming's body. The first time was when he fought with Sima Xin and stepped on the arm of the second-generation Barbarian God.
time to feel.
Now that this second feeling of familiarity appeared, Su Ming was in a trance. He vaguely seemed to have returned to that unknown number of years ago, with a baby girl crying in his ears and a gentle woman nurturing her softly.
And...that man's voice that was full of coercion but gentle.
The second generation barbarian god...
The blue shadow in Su Ming's eyes was the remnant soul of the second generation Barbarian God that had disappeared into the world. It was the remnant and resentment he felt before his death. At this moment, when he looked at Su Ming, his empty eyes seemed to be full of something.
He regained his composure and slowly closed his eyes.
The moment his eyes closed, the cyan shadow went straight to the statue of Su Ming and turned into the right leg of the statue, making the statue truly stand in the sky and the earth.
At this moment, Su Ming's cultivation suddenly exploded. At the same time, his statue was mostly complete, with only one head missing. The statue standing between heaven and earth was a thousand feet tall, like a huge giant.
, in that sky, there was a pressure that frightened the hearts of the immortals.
"A generation of barbarian gods... Lieshanxiu who left the barbarian land... You forged the barbarian magic weapons and protected the entire barbarian land. You left a legacy that only lasted for three generations...
It is impossible for the fourth generation of barbarian gods to appear again in the barbarian tribe, because there is no legacy and no inheritance. If it does appear, it will no longer be the fourth generation of barbarian gods, but... a new barbarian god!
So, today I, Su Ming, will use your remaining monument and your scattered inheritance to become the head of my barbarian statue. From then on, I will lead the entire barbarian tribe... to ignite new glory!" Su Ming was silent.
After a moment, he suddenly spoke, and his words echoed around the world, causing resonance in the world. At this moment, the entire barbarian land, Donghuang, Nanchen Island, Beizhou, and all the barbarians in the Western Alliance region, all kinds of places.
The ferocious beasts, all in their respective territories, worshiped the sky and let out shocking roars.
In the Eastern Wilderness Continent, there are Yaman tribes hidden in the jungle. Behind the old man standing in the open space, thousands of people are already kneeling there. Their bodies are trembling, and the desire and expectation in their eyes have almost reached the extreme.
Their eyes were focused, and the only old man standing was looking at the sky in silence. After a while, he seemed to have made a decision in his heart, and looked back at the tribesmen behind him.
"That's all, the consumption of blood has boiled to the limit. We, the Yaman tribe, are going to gamble this time. If we succeed, our barbarians will never be the same again. If we fail... we will be buried in Mantian!"
Yaman tribe, follow me to pay homage to the Barbarian God!" The old man shook his head, and immediately roars burst out from the entire jungle, and long rainbows flew out with a roar. In a blink of an eye, nearly ten thousand long rainbows flew out from the jungle.
This jungle went straight into the sky, whizzing away towards the place where their bloodline burned and guided them.
The person in charge is none other than the old man.
The ones who set off earlier than the Zhiya Barbarians were the tribes hidden in the mountains. They could no longer remain silent. The burning of their bloodline not only improved their cultivation, but also gave them a sense of will.
The bloodline exploded, and in the end, the vast majority of the people in the tribe suddenly chose to take off to pay homage to the Barbarian God.
At this moment, all the barbarians in the Eastern Wilderness Continent broke out and rushed from all directions towards where Su Ming was.
At this moment, Su Ming waved his right hand towards his statue, and immediately flew out a huge stone tablet from his storage bag. This stone tablet exuded the vicissitudes of the ages. It was exactly after the generation of wild gods left that year.
The legacy left behind!
Now when it was flying out, at Su Ming's words, the whole stone tablet shook, collapsed on its own, and instantly condensed into the empty head of Su Ming's body, and in an instant, it formed a head!!
The head has no face, but its appearance makes the resemblance look complete!
As the statue was completed, a mighty aura spread from the statue. As the sky and the earth roared, the statue slowly turned its head. The faceless head seemed to be looking at Su Ming like a mirror.
At this moment, the last requirement of the Barbarian Soul Realm was completed, and it looked like a self-portrait!!
The faceless image immediately felt convex and concave. Gradually, a face that was exactly the same as Su Ming suddenly appeared. The moment the image appeared, all the rainbows in the sky suddenly collapsed.
, all gathered together in this pretty image.
All the distortions in the sky suddenly collapsed at this moment, making the distortion no longer exist and making the sky become transparent at this moment.
It was not just the sky here that was transparent, but the sky of the entire barbarian tribe. At this moment, everything was transparent, allowing the entire barbarian tribe, perhaps for the first time in their lives, to see... the barbarian tribe.
True heaven!!
Barbarians have no heaven.
There is a huge whirlpool. The whirlpool is so big that it covers all the areas of the barbarians. From any corner of the barbarian land, you can see the huge black whirlpool of Sky Mountain.
This vortex is still rotating now. It is composed of endless dense fog. The fog isolates everything from the outside world. Under the roaring rotation, there are even some bodies that are at least tens of thousands of feet or even hundreds of thousands of feet or even more.
It is a huge ferocious beast, and its body is exposed from time to time in the mist.
It's just that although they are huge, compared with this whirlpool, they are like small beasts in the sea and cannot be compared.
This is the real sky for the barbarians!
This is also the time when a generation of barbarian gods existed. The barbarian sky, the subsequent changes, the sun, the moon and the stars were all... false!
That is the formation of the immortal clan!
The moment they saw the sky, all the flying barbarians in the barbarian land stopped one by one, staring blankly at the whirlpool of the sky, motionless.
In Su Ming's case, at the moment when the appearance of the barbarian image appeared, his cultivation level suddenly broke through from the late barbarian soul stage and became... the barbarian soul perfection!! {Piaotian Literature www.PiaoTian.com thanks all book friends for your support,