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Volume Four Chapter 896 No. 1

"Our barbarians..." Su Ming glanced at Feng Lao but did not speak. He recognized these five words, but more of them were indescribable complexity. This complexity originated from the ancestor of the Taici family.

's new name.

Barbarian number four.

There is No. 4, so maybe there is no No. 5 or even No. 6, but there must be No. 3, No. 2 and... No. 1.

who are they……

"With Lie Shanxiu's mind and methods, if he has any calculations about me, then maybe I... am one of those number one, two, and three." Su Ming looked calm and did not reveal any inner thoughts. All this was just

His guess may be true or false.

Just like a person may not have any intention of hurting others, but he must be wary of others, because... this is a world of spiritual practice, a world of the weak and the strong, and a cruel era in which one wrong step will lead to catastrophe.

Feng Lao walked between heaven and earth, with Su Ming by his side. The two of them walked forward slowly in the void. Yu Rou, Chi Huohou, and the two big dogs, one black and one yellow, followed behind, galloping all the way.

"On this land, on this entire Black Ink Star, more than half of the tribesmen in every family have been planted with barbarians. Subtly, they no longer consider themselves monks, but have accepted the title of barbarians.

" Mr. Feng spoke calmly, his voice echoing slowly in the wind.

"We control 80% of the entire Black Ink Star's annual transactions with the outside world. We can decide how much of a certain item is traded. If we control this place, we control one of the lifebloods of the Divine Origin Star Sea and the four true worlds.

The competition has never decreased. Every once in a while, external forces will come to snatch the resources on the Black Ink Star. For example, the Taici family was a tribe that came from the outside world through the witchcraft. However, in

This place has been secretly divided and crippled by us, and even today...even if no one of your tribe provokes you, we will wipe it out in a short time." Feng Lao's voice echoed in this world, and he took Su Ming away.

I have crossed mountains, crossed long rivers, and walked through plains.

"Don't you think that after coming to Black Ink Star, you don't feel too unfamiliar?" As Feng Lao walked forward, he turned to look at Su Ming with a smile.

"The mountains and rivers here, the plains here, the landforms here...if you look carefully, you can see...everything has traces of being transformed, transformed into...the barbarian world in our memory." Feng Lao finished speaking,

He stopped talking and looked at Su Ming quietly.

Su Ming was silent. He had made some observations about this before, and now he had seen clues along the way. As Feng Lao said, the landforms here... there would always be some places that seemed familiar to him.

"In the distance is Moqi City. The Mo family there has strict rules and regulations. It is also... the family with the weakest control over us. They are the core ethnic group of aliens from the Divine Origin Star Sea. They... have their own pride." As they walked along, Su

Ming had seen too many families. At this moment, Feng Lao's voice came to his ears. Looking along his gaze, Su Ming saw a majestic... city of alien beasts in the distance!

It was a huge black unicorn. This unicorn stood on the ground, its head raised towards the sky, with a look of longing, as if its eyes were looking up at the sky, looking at the stars in their hometown.

This black unicorn is a million miles in size, almost boundless at first glance, and a huge coercion surges from there. This coercion is so strong that it seems to be similar to the life and death of the palm.

Feng Lao did not take Su Ming to Mo Qi City, but instead took Su Ming around and took him to almost the entire Black Mo Star, including Xing Fan City.

Until finally, when the sky was getting dark, he took Su Ming to a mountain range on the Black Ink Star. This was a mountain range like a dragon's spine, as if a sleeping dragon was sleeping, and the mountain was completely dark.

Looking down from the sky, you can vaguely see a person standing on one of the highest peaks of the mountain range. This person is extremely tall and burly. Standing there, he seems to be even more majestic than the mountain at his feet.

The meaning of Rong.

It seems that wherever he is, everything around him will be centered on him. Even the heaven and earth in this area seem to be different from those around him, with a somewhat sunken feeling, as if... worshiping this person.

Su Ming could only vaguely see the back of this man, but as he and Feng Lao approached, the back gradually became clearer. When it was completely clear, Su Ming's expression showed a hint of complexity.

Because... this is not a living person, but a stone sculpture.

Stone sculptures built by Lieshan!!

Feng Lao descended and stood next to the stone sculpture. Su Ming stood there silently, his eyes falling on the stone sculpture and remaining silent.

"You're late." After a while, Feng Lao sighed softly and spoke calmly to Su Ming.

"This is not a stone sculpture. This is eight thousand years ago. Master Lieshan stood here, watching the sunrise and sunset, seeming to be thinking about something. After three years in a row, his body turned into a stone sculpture, and his soul disappeared.

His vitality has also disappeared."

"But before his soul disappeared, I and Mr. Yu heard Lord Barbarian God's spiritual thoughts.

He told us that he went to a place... that could determine the fate of our barbarians. He might never come back in this life. If he didn't return for ten thousand years, everything he created would belong to the barbarian gods who would come later.

If the coming Barbarian God wants to look for him, then... it will be a battle between Barbarian Gods!

I don’t quite understand what Lord Barbarian God is referring to, but I think you should understand.” Mr. Feng was silent for a moment, looked at Su Ming meaningfully, took a few steps back, and sat down cross-legged several hundred feet away.

Close your eyes and say no more.

Su Ming's expression was as usual, and outsiders could not tell what his thoughts were. When Feng Lao stepped back, he raised his head and looked at the statue in front of him, and walked over. On the evidence of the statue, he saw Lie Shanxiu's appearance.

It was a face full of vicissitudes of life, with a sense of awe-inspiring righteousness. The depth in his eyes was profound even if it was turned into a stone sculpture. A feeling of sadness was felt by Su Ming when he looked at the statue.

Lie Shanxiu just looked at the sky, as if thinking about something.

Looking at Lie Shanxiu, he looked like this, which was in line with Su Ming's inner impression of Lie Shanxiu, rather than the darkness revealed in the despicable and barbaric methods he had seen before.

"Give me the right to choose..." After a long time, Su Ming murmured in a voice that only he could hear.

The words left by Lie Shanxiu were not complicated and very intuitive. Feng Lao said that he didn’t understand, which was a lie. It was because he didn’t want to understand. The answer is not something he can decide, but only those who are qualified to decide.

The path chosen.

Only the Barbarian God is qualified to go on this path.

Whether it is the first generation, the second generation, the third or the fourth generation... as long as he is recognized by the barbarian land, as long as he wins the hearts of the barbarian people, then... he is qualified to follow this path.

Time passed slowly, and Su Ming kept looking at the statue of Lie Shanxiu. Until the night passed and the sky became bright again, Su Ming stood next to the statue of Lie Shanxiu. He also raised his head and looked at the sky.

His actions were exactly the same as Lie Shanxiu's statue. Although he was not as tall and burly as Lie Shanxiu, when he stood there, he still felt like the world was at his feet.

He just looked at the sky, silently.

One day, two days, three days...

On this mountain range, figures gradually came quietly. The first one to arrive was the old man Su Ming had seen on the light screen, sitting cross-legged on a huge octopus. He was one of the four generals: Wind, Jade, Thunder, and Fog.

Rain will come.

His old appearance was very similar to that of Feng Lai. Calmness came and he sat silently beside Feng Lao. Neither of them spoke, but sat there, as if waiting for Su Ming to make a choice.

As time passed, many figures appeared behind them. All of those figures were old people, and they were all highly respected members of the Lieshan family. They rarely went out on weekdays, but now... they all came here. It was complicated.

Looking at Su Ming's back, he chose to sit cross-legged and wait.

Half a month later, nearly a hundred people were waiting. Their eyes were focused on Su Ming, but Su Ming could no longer notice it. He looked at the sky, wondering what Lie Shanxiu was looking at back then.

After watching for half a month, Su Ming saw more than ten sunrises and sunsets, but he had no answer. Until another half month passed, Su Ming looked at the sky. In a daze, he suddenly understood.

There was nothing in the sky. What Lie Shanxiu was looking at was not the sky, but... himself, his... heart. He was hesitating and thinking about something.

"The battle between the barbarians..." Su Ming spoke softly.

"But I don't want to fight." Su Ming looked at the sky.

"If we don't fight, if you don't come back for another two thousand years, then everything here will be left to me... Is this what you want to tell me, your choice.

But why do I feel that all of this is just a mirror, and this is not your real choice. Your final choice is to let me fight with you..." Su Ming sighed, and he slowly put down his head looking at the sky and turned around.

Turning around, his eyes fell on the nearly a hundred barbarians hundreds of feet away behind him.

He was looking at them, and they were looking at him.

Both sides are silent.

"Tell me, who is Barbarian No. 3?" Su Ming spoke slowly.

"The Divine Origin Star Sea, a clan that conquers the sky, a generation of geniuses from 20,000 years ago." The person who answered Su Ming was Feng Lao.

"Where's No. 2?" Su Ming asked.

"One of the four true world guarding forces... is a monk from the Daochen True World." Yu Lao said hoarsely. This was the first time he spoke. Wherever his voice passed, water vapor seemed to spread.

"No. 1, who is it?" Su Ming was silent for a while and said calmly.

As he spoke, Feng Lao and Yu Lao simultaneously cast their gazes on Su Ming. However, Su Ming was standing next to the statue of Lie Shanxiu. As a result, this gaze, whether it was a coincidence or not, also focused on Lie Shanxiu.

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