"It turns out that fate can be used in this way." Su Ming clearly understood that this paper talisman itself is a treasure. It contains the breath of life and can bestow life on people. The Great Witch got this paper talisman and integrated it into his body.
It can change its fate and become a fate of nine deaths.
The hand that grabbed the paper tugged, and with a squeaking sound, Su Ming immediately pulled down half of the paper talisman, and the remaining part disappeared without a trace.
"The technique of giving life by outsiders can improve one's own cultivation, but this method is no less than trying to encourage others to succeed... Just like Sima Xin back then, the same was true."
Su Ming had a deeper understanding of destiny.
As the half of the paper talisman disappeared into the air, it was at this moment that the ripples of destruction caused by the self-destruction of the great witch master of the witch clan spread out and suddenly came into contact with Su Ming's spear, turning into an earth-shattering wave.
The roaring sound spread wildly in all directions.
The entire earth trembled in the self-explosion, cracks appeared one after another, and a large amount of seawater flooded from all directions, causing nearly 40% of the Wushen Island to be submerged at once.
Circles of ripples continued to spread in the air in all directions. Some people from the Witch Clan were unable to dodge, and their bodies collapsed into flying ash. The ripples spread to far away places, and then gradually dispersed.
In the mid-air where the fluctuations dispersed, Su Ming's body stepped out of nothingness. He did not suffer any injuries. At the moment of self-destruction, he had already stepped into the fragmented space that had been prepared long ago.
When he walked out, he looked at the Holy Mountain of the Witch Clan, because at this moment, a wave of energy that even surpassed his cultivation level erupted in the Holy Mountain.
Along with this fluctuation, there was a figure sitting cross-legged on the top of the holy mountain. It was a young man who looked only ten years old, but there was a sign of vicissitudes of life in him. He sat cross-legged there.
, the eyes... have been completely replaced by the light of the crescent moon, making others look into his eyes and feel like they have been absorbed into their hearts.
On his forehead, there is a half piece of yellow paper, with runes flashing on it. The runes are somewhat incomplete, but it can be seen that the overall shape is in the shape of a crescent moon.
"I remembered who you are, the one who fought against me with Tian Xie Zi and Master Li Long back then, Su Ming!" The young man looked at Su Ming and spoke slowly.
"The moon waxes and wanes... If a person has nine deaths and nine lives... all he wants is perfection. This is... given by my master, the life of nine deaths." The young man looked at Su Ming, who was hundreds of feet away.
He slowly stood up and bowed to Su Ming with clasped fists.
"I haven't taught you..." The young man raised his head and looked at Su Ming while cupping his fists.
At this moment, the great witch master's whole body temperament has changed too much. Compared with just now, he seems to be a different person.
"The cold of mid-winter means the end of life. Winter, autumn, summer, and spring are... Su's destiny for self-realization." Su Ming looked at the young man transformed by the great wizard, waved his sleeves, and bowed slightly with his fists cupped.
The appearance of the great wizard of the Wu Clan as this young man has never appeared in Su Ming's memory of reincarnation. He remembered that the last time the great wizard of the Witch Clan was resurrected for the ninth time, he was a strong man in his thirties.
Look.
But now, he has become a young man.
Obviously, the younger the great witch master's nine-death fate is, the younger he is, the stronger his cultivation level is. From this scene now, it can be seen that the great witch master is much better than before.
The fate of nine deaths is also a deeper understanding.
"My master once said that it is difficult to control the life given by oneself. It is in perfect harmony with oneself... Unless I can cultivate until I can become an infant after nine deaths, it is possible to integrate this life...
I have a battle with you today. I have gained a lot, and there are some signs that I am about to break through. I would like to ask you to give me some advice to help me break through. I will never forget this great kindness." The young man heard what Su Ming said.
Wu Zhiming, his expression was immediately excited, and he bowed to Su Ming again. He slowly lifted into the air, and after flying a hundred feet, he raised his right hand and patted it on the holy mountain behind him.
Suddenly there was a roar from the mountain, and gradually it was no longer an illusory flash, but completely solidified. A huge crack appeared from the mountain. Under the roar, the mountain gradually split into two halves, and a faint light appeared.
It flew out from inside and landed in front of Su Ming.
It was a coffin, a coffin... that Su Ming had seen before.
"This thing is the thing that you touched and shed tears when I saw you for the second time. This thing comes from the immortal clan and is to be corroded by the breath of death. You should have this thing when you come here. I will give you a great gift and teach you. This thing is a gift."
." The young man's eyes showed persistence and fanaticism. At this moment, he was completely different from the Great Witch Lord Su Ming had seen before.
The opponent at this moment is more like a life-seeker who is willing to sacrifice everything for a breakthrough in cultivation and to integrate the fate of nine deaths.
Pursuing destiny and achieving one's own destiny is seeking destiny.
Su Ming looked carefully into the young man's eyes. In those eyes, he could see no cunning or conspiracy. What he could see was only the persistence of the pair to integrate the fate of nine deaths and seek a breakthrough.
This kind of persistence is very similar to Su Ming in some aspects.
"In addition to this coffin, I also need the blood of Jiuli in your body." Su Ming looked at the coffin in front of him, his expression gradually softened, and there was a trace of melancholy and reminiscence. After putting away the coffin, he
Speak slowly.
The young man was silent for a while. After a while, he smiled freely, raised his hands and patted them. During this moment, a light flashed in the palm prints of his hands. As his palm prints changed, a transparent coffin appeared in front of him.
in front of him.
The coffin is not big, and because it is transparent, you can see a dry skeleton lying inside.
Looking at the skeleton, the young man raised his right hand and pointed a finger at the forehead of the skeleton. A wisp of purple blood that exuded a strong witch aura flew out and was thrown away from his sleeve by the young man. The blood went straight towards Su Ming.
Su Ming grabbed the air with his left hand, and a jade bottle immediately appeared in his hand. After putting the blood into it, the color of the jade bottle immediately turned purple.
"The blood of all the witch masters of Jiuli in the past has been swallowed by me and refined in my body into nine drops of witch origin blood. I thought this blood could help me break through, but it has been useless for many years... I will give you four drops, please.
Please teach me!" The young man patted the coffin, and it immediately fell to the ground.
With a bang, as the coffin fell to the ground, the young man's eyes showed a strong light. He suddenly raised his right hand and pointed at the half rune between his eyebrows.
Immediately, the rune emitted a soft light and enveloped his whole body. The young man actually passed by at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the years were doubling on his body. His hair gradually became longer and longer. His skin gradually appeared to have a sense of light.
His body gradually grew stronger, from a boy to a young man in his mid-twenties.
At the same time, overlapping shadows suddenly appeared on his body, and a person walked out. It was the young man. He pointed at the twenty-five or six-year-old himself next to him. He looked at Su Ming.
"This is my eighth destiny. The destiny of youth!"
As soon as he opened his mouth, the young man's eyes flashed, and the years passed by his body again. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a person in his thirties, and his body overlapped again. This time, from this person in his thirties,
On the man's body, the young man walked out of the overlap, stood beside the young man, pointed at himself, who was in his thirties, and looked at Su Ming.
"This is my seventh destiny, the destiny of adulthood!"
This strange scene made Su Ming's eyes freeze.
He saw the body of the man in his thirties growing again, and when he looked about forty years old, the same scene appeared.
"This is my sixth life. The life of middle age!"
"This is my fifth life, half a hundred lives!"
"This is my fourth life, the life of dusk!"
Standing next to the young man at this moment, from his youth to the old man whose hair has turned white at the temples, there are five great witch masters of the witch clan of different ages.
Similarly, on the body of the old man with white hair at the temples, the passage of time is still going on...
"This is my third life. The life of old age!"
"This is my second life, the life of immortality!"
"This is my first life, the life of Deng Ku!" The last person to appear next to the young man was the great witch master of the witch clan whom Su Ming had seen for the first time before. There was a wave of emotion around his face.
The air of death permeated the body. The yellowed and almost missing scattered teeth, as well as the eyes with crescent moons in their mouths, stood beside the young man.
"And I am the ninth life." The young man looked at the eight versions of himself of different ages standing beside him. When he spoke softly, he looked at Su Ming with persistence in his eyes.
"This is my nine-death fate, Fellow Daoist Su, please enlighten me."
Su Ming was silent for a moment, looking at the young man and the eight great wizards of different ages around him. After a long time, he pointed at the coffin on the ground.
"What is his life number?"
The young man was stunned. When he lowered his head to look at the earthly coffin, his body suddenly started to tremble. A glimmer of understanding gradually appeared in his eyes, but it was not clear yet.
"From the withered body to the crying baby, this is from death to rebirth. This path of life is somewhat similar to what Su realized, but it is different." Su Ming pondered for a moment, and when he spoke, he raised his left hand and immediately spoke to him
Pieces of snowflakes appeared on the palms of my hands, and the snowflakes gave off a cold air that filled the surrounding area.
"This is my life..." Su Ming looked at the snowflakes falling on his palms. As he spoke, those snowflakes gradually changed their color. They were no longer white, but turned into red, not crimson, but...
Autumn colors.
A weak vitality mixed in the middle of winter turned into the meaning of autumn.
"Do you understand?" Su Ming waved his left hand, and the snowflakes and autumn notes in his hand disappeared.
The young man's body was trembling, and his eyes showed confusion and trance, enlightenment and ignorance. He vaguely felt that he understood something, but he couldn't see the context clearly.
"To move from death to life, what is needed is real death... and you know that you will not die. The nine-death fate may seem immortal, but in fact... this awareness of immortality makes you lose your desire for life. In this way
How can you talk about life?"
Su Ming spoke calmly.
The young man's whole body shook violently. When he suddenly raised his head, he looked at Su Ming blankly. After a long time, his expression showed decisiveness. He raised his right hand towards the earth and struck the physical coffin from the air.
With a bang, the coffin shattered into pieces, and the body inside it shattered and collapsed. The remaining five drops of Wu Yuan's blood flew out, and was swept away by the young man's sleeve towards Su Ming.
"My great kindness will be remembered!" The young man clasped his fists and bowed deeply to Su Ming.
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