A nation without a soul is destined to be eliminated!
The soul of the barbarians, with the departure of one generation of barbarian gods, the dismemberment of the second generation, and the disappearance of the third generation, has gradually dimmed and died.
What is left is only confusion, and then there is the kind of morbid illusion, living in the past glory in the classics, unwilling to wake up, or... unable to face the current decline.
The barbarians, indeed, are no longer a nation led by a generation of barbarian gods and worshiped by all the world... They are like an old man in his dying years, who has reached the end of his life.
The division of several continents, the continuation of civilization, the civil strife caused by the Wu clan's rebellion, and the arrival and infiltration of many immortal clans in these eternal years have made the barbarian tribes fragmented, leaving only an empty
shelf.
Even the cultivation level is permanently fixed in the barbarian soul, unable to open the next realm. As time goes by, this nation has gradually failed to keep up with history, and has gradually been... abandoned by the years.
How can such a nation have a soul? It has no soul, and its soul is dead!
All that was left of the glory was the whimpering song. The glory of the past has long since become a shattered nothingness. The wreckage in the flames is destined to be the comfort of dreams. The burning blood cannot ignite the soul of a clan.
!
The nine stars of punishment of the immortal clan are the nation of this world, the sword of the hanging beam!
Perhaps this sword should have fallen long ago, but... after all, this is the barbarian land that was once worshiped by all the worlds. There once appeared here a person who made the entire immortal clan bow their heads and shocked the entire Daochen Holy World.
Lie Shanxiu!
This is his hometown, and he...even though he has been missing for eternity, he may...not be dead yet! One day, maybe he will come back.
Even if he will not come back, the treasures he left behind to protect the race in this barbarian land before leaving, and the one that is infinitely more powerful than many treasures...the law of barbarism!
This law is also the law of the land of death. Under this law, the cultivation of all people who come will be infinitely weakened. If it were not for the existence of this law, then the barbarians...may have disappeared under the sky long ago.
But these are just external forces. If a nation has no soul, it will eventually lead to genocide.
Su Ming didn't understand what a soul was. But the roars echoing in his ears at this moment. The warmth and strong impact he felt in his body and mind made him understand something at this moment.
Perhaps, in these roars, every sentence of death together. Under the burning of blood, a trace of... the soul of the barbarian bloomed!
Be afraid of death, but suppress fear in fear, and face death without hesitation. Since the soul of this nation has dissipated, since this nation has been eliminated by time, then... if you cannot let your nation rise again, then you must fight with
Our nation...will die together!!
That sentence about dying together with the barbarian gods might not be about Su Ming, but...the barbarians!
Die together with the barbarians!!
The roars of nearly 20,000 people, earth-shattering roars, have become the strongest shouts in the world at this moment. The madness in that voice is an explosion that has been suppressed for countless years. Under this explosion... death is forgotten.
What!
Under this explosion, in this will to die with the barbarians, the impact on Su Ming's heart caused a warmth that he had never experienced before, and had nothing to do with any emotion. It was... the reappearance of the soul of the barbarians.
The sprout!!
This soul is not the soul of the barbarians back then. It is a reluctance in the midst of destruction, a madness in nothingness, and... a determination to rather be broken into pieces than to be ruined!
This soul is invisible, invisible, and intangible, but at this moment, every one of the tens of thousands of immortals on the earth felt strongly that there was something that seemed to be rising from the 20,000 people in the sky.
Stocks are enough to break some wills!
Ji An's face turned pale, and he staggered back a few steps. With his cultivation level reaching his level, he could tell the clues at a glance. He looked at the roars of the 20,000 barbarians, and watched their will explode. His
His complexion changed rapidly.
"The soul of the barbarians..."
The expression of the black-robed Emperor Tian also changed immediately. He did not expect that his nine-star punishment would cause the 20,000 barbarians to show signs of souls.
This sign is a kind of belief, a kind of incense, and a kind of persistence. Once a nation has such persistence, then this nation will be extremely terrifying. It is one of the nations that cannot be destroyed by any force.
soul.
Unless...kill all the blood of this nation and leave no grass behind!
"These 20,000 people are seeds. If they don't die during this catastrophe, as they disperse, they will spread the seeds of the barbarian souls to the entire barbarian tribe, infecting all bloodlines. At that time... the barbarian tribe will fall asleep for a few days.
Ten thousand years later, open your eyes and wake up!
Such a thing must not be allowed to happen. These people... must all die here!" Di Tian's eyes flashed, he bit the tip of his tongue again and spit out a mouthful of blood. He raised his right hand and waved his
Those golden blood drops went straight to the whirlpool in the sky. During the roar, in the fairy starry sky outside the Yin Death mist, the nine cultivation stars guarding this Yin Death place once again burst out with dazzling light, and nine more powerful
Light comes with a bang.
But just as the nine rays of light penetrated the Yin-death mist and were about to rush out and head straight towards the barbarians, suddenly, a whimpering sound suddenly appeared in the barbarian world and in the swirling Yin-death mist.
Appear within!
The arrival of this Xun song was extremely sudden. Its appearance made the sobbing sound sound like the cry of a barbarian. The whirling sound of the music actually caused the nine bright lights to stop in unison at the moment they came out.
, actually paused, as if at this moment, the entire sky, the entire world, and the scope of the Land of Yin and Death, all stood still for an instant.
Also stationary were the second wave of nine strong lights, and above Su Ming, the seventh light of punishment that Xing Gan and the many barbarians were trying to block!
Everything stood still for an instant, and the only thing that existed was the whimpering music, echoing in the world. The sound of the music fell into Su Ming's ears, and the moment Su Ming heard it, he slowly
He slowly raised his head and looked at the sky.
He is familiar with this tune. He has heard it several times. He still remembers the last time he heard it when he was fighting the clone of Emperor Tian. He still remembers the last time... He watched an old man playing like this in front of him.
of Xunqu.
The old man's appearance appeared in Su Ming's mind, but suddenly, he found that he couldn't remember the old man's appearance. At this moment, he breathed quickly, and he was shocked to find someone he had never seen before.
Pay attention to the facts!!
The old man's appearance seemed... different every time Su Ming saw it. Only the blind man's behavior was the only thing that was clear in Su Ming's mind.
It was obviously an old man who looked different every time he met him, but Su Ming didn't discover this until now. This was extremely strange, and Su Ming suddenly seemed to understand a lot.
"I, the barbarian tribe, will finally have a soul. How can I let you be destroyed!" A voice that has experienced endless years of vicissitudes slowly came out from the mist of the whirlpool of death. What followed the voice was the whimpering.
The melody becomes more and more high-spirited.
The pupils of the black-robed Ditian's eyes suddenly shrank. This was the first time he heard this sound, but it was not the first time for him to hear the aura emanating from the vortex of death!
It is this aura that has kept him from coming to Dharmakaya for many years. It is this aura that is the source of his hidden crisis!!
"Who are you!" Di Tian took a step forward, raised his right hand, and his five fingers suddenly collapsed, turning into five blood arrows and shooting straight into the vortex of death in the sky.
Immediately, the five blood arrows turned into five blood dragons, and they roared and merged with each other, forming a five-headed blood beast. It roared into the whirlpool and let out a roar.
In this roar, the vortex of death in that curtain seemed to collapse, suddenly spreading to the surroundings. The moment it spread, a figure wearing white clothes was revealed inside it!
That figure is an old man with dull eyes. The appearance of this old man is different in everyone's eyes. Even the same person will see something different every time he blinks.
But... very few people are aware of this, as if they automatically ignore the change in the old man's appearance in their own consciousness.
Su Ming, the moment he saw this old man, he recognized him. It was the old man who was cultivating the Xun!!
Only this time, after he saw the old man's appearance clearly, his heart was shaken violently. This kind of shock was unprecedented in him. Even when he knew that this was the realm of Yin and Death, the shock in his heart was far greater than before.
It's far from comparable to this moment.
If there were tens of millions or even more thunderbolts in his mind, they all roared together at the same time, causing Su Ming's consciousness to be instantly confused, causing his body to tremble violently, and making his whole body completely numb.
He stood there in a daze, and all that was left in front of him was the old man's appearance.
He didn't dare to blink. He was afraid that if he blinked, the other person's face would change again, changing the look he was looking at now that made him tremble.
That look was the most profound in his memory, and that smile was the most unforgettable part of his life. All of that made Su Ming's soul feel empty at this moment.
"Grandpa..." Su Ming murmured, and after this murmur, he made a shocking sound.
"Grandpa!!"
The old man in the sky, as he appeared in Su Ming's eyes at this moment, was astonishingly... He was Barbarian Gong from Wushan tribe, he was Mo Sang, he was Su Ming's... grandpa!!
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