If the birth and destruction of this world is the time of a song.
When the song ends, that is when the world disappears...how will you choose the rhythm of this song?
If life and death in this life are the time of a song.
When the song ends, it is the end of life... How will you choose who to write in the lyrics and sing to yourself.
There is a ballad that can sing about the years of a century. In these years, it is time...
The creator of this song can write their names on it, and let them accompany the song and echo in that time forever. They can... be immortal.
Once upon a time in ancient times, there were nine living beings and four ethnic groups. Their names were written in this ballad, and they were glorious for a whole century with the ballad.
In today's years, the song has been sung to its end. It has not ended yet, but it will eventually be sung. Today's time is just to compose a new score for the reopening of the destruction of life.
Su Ming looked at the sky giant kneeling in front of him and looked at its huge body, but somehow, what he saw in this giant was a strong aura of death.
This is an old creature that has reached the end of its life. He is still alive, but like a candle that has burned to the bottom, it is about to be extinguished.
"Please write me in your ballad... I am willing to sacrifice everything I have for this... The giant lowered his head and spoke bitterly.
From the moment he discovered that the person in front of him had the breath of destroying life, he gave up all thoughts. This was something that could not be snatched away. If he did not have the recognition of this object, he might still be able to snatch it away.
Walk.
But once the seed of annihilation has been reopened and merged with the person it recognizes, then...any person or any force can destroy the recognized person, but it cannot destroy the seed of annihilation, nor can it be merged again.
Moreover, the destroyer will also forever lose the qualification to be written in a song.
This matter has always existed in this giant's ancient memory.
Su Ming was silent. After a long time, he imitated the old man he saw in the fragmented space and spoke slowly and calmly.
"What are you bringing to sacrifice?" When Su Ming said these words, there was a trace of vicissitudes in his voice. The black fragments in his soul exuded bursts of ancient aura. This aura exists in
Su Ming's body slowly settled and dispersed slightly, making Su Ming look like the old man he was back then.
The giant raised his head and his eyes fell on the ground. In a flash, the tens of thousands of sand tribesmen on the ground immediately let out shrill screams. Their bodies melted instantly, and they all turned into sand.
The earth was made into bags of sand and earth.
The old man with the illusory body was trembling. All these changes were so fast that he could not adapt at all. At this moment, seeing all the clan members around him dead, he was about to retreat while trembling, but when the eyes of the gods of his clan focused on his body, his body
It turned into sand and scattered with the wind.
Also scattered together were the statue far away from here and the old man's body on the statue.
The entire desert lost all life at this moment.
Grains of sand like crystals flew out from the ground. Each grain of sand represented a life. These grains of sand gathered together and turned into a vase, floating in front of Su Ming.
"This is the source of life for the Sand Tribe. This is my first sacrifice. Please put it away." The giant looked at Su Ming with bright eyes.
Su Ming met his eyes. After a moment, he slowly raised his right hand and grasped the vase in front of him. The moment he grasped the vase, a black vortex suddenly appeared in the palm of Su Ming's hand.
This whirlpool did not appear due to Su Ming's will, but the black fragments in his soul transformed into his right hand. After swallowing the vase, a wisp of black thread was sent out.
The black thread went straight to the giant in an instant and merged behind him. The giant's body shook violently, and his eyes showed excitement. Although he had just confirmed that the other party was the person who reopened the seed of destruction, he still existed.
There was a moment of hesitation, but at this moment, seeing the black silk threads that he would get after every sacrifice in the ancient years, the hesitation in his heart immediately dissipated, and he was extremely sure of the identity of the person in front of him.
"My life has come to an end, but I can still serve you three times. This is my second sacrifice." It is also all I can do now." The voice of the sand giant echoed with age.
As if waiting for Su Ming's reply.
"I can promise you to write your name into the song, but after you take action three times, you must use your divine source as your...third sacrifice." Su Ming's eyes were focused and he spoke calmly.
"If you keep your soul, you will be immortal. I will keep my promise." After the giant was silent for a moment, his voice echoed with vicissitudes of life. His body gradually dissipated until it turned into an khaki sand bracelet, floating in Suzhou.
In front of Ming, there is a vague face on the bracelet, which is the spirit of the sand.
Su Ming looked at the bracelet. After a while, he took it in his hand and put it in his storage bag. Then he looked at the nothingness around him. 'It was now completely silent.
After a moment of silence, Su Ming rubbed his eyebrows. Everything that happened just now was so sudden that it made him think a lot. At this moment, he calmed down and thought silently.
For a long time, he subconsciously touched his neck. Although there was nothing there, he seemed to be able to touch black fragments. The various aspects of this object were slowly revealed in front of him with each experience.
"The seed that destroys life..., destroys life and reopens it"... compose a song...' The experience of the fragmented space came to Su Ming's mind. The ancient boat should be the sky boat mentioned by the spirit of the earth.
After a while, Su Ming took a deep breath and stopped thinking about the things that still confused him. He dispersed the Ecang projection, unlocked the fused clone's cultivation, hugged the unconscious Xu Hui, and galloped forward.
A few days later, Su Ming followed the mark he left and walked to the end of the desert that was filled with deathly silence. At the edge, he looked back at the desert behind him.
He could feel that this desert was dying. There was no vitality or life here.
He looked at it and suddenly understood why the name of the black fragment was called..., the seed of destruction of life.
After a moment of silence, Su Ming turned his head and walked out of the desert. In front of him was a starry sky. The starry sky here was very clean. There was not much dust and decay visible at first glance. It was like a calm pool, where you could faintly see
At the very front, there is a star.
This is a..., a cultivation star that was split into two halves, as if it had been cut apart by life. At this moment, there are still some connections with each other, but when you look at it, it is in ruins.
"When you walk out of the desert, what you see in the starry sky is "..., my tribe.", Su Ming's ears echoed the words of the Ninth Mosha when he left. Looking at the broken cultivation star, Su Ming silently
and walked.
Gradually approaching, in the silence, Su Ming looked at the cultivation star. His steps became faster and faster, until he was close to the cultivation star after an unknown amount of time.
A decay of time permeates the starry sky, making people immersed in it, as if they themselves have become vicissitudes of life.
Su Ming walked silently. As he got closer, he saw that on the left half of the cultivation star, there seemed to be countless ruins on the ground. Among the ruins, there was a broken statue.
Looking at the statue from a distance, Su Ming's heart stung. He swayed and appeared on the cultivation star in an instant, standing on a black land. In front of him were continuous ruins.
Death, the blood, antiquity and silence that exist in the years are the only main theme here.
The statue standing in the ruins has lost its right arm. It is "a huge statue covered with black hair. On top of its head, an old man sits cross-legged. The old man is wearing clothes of unclear color, raising his head.
Looking into the distance.
This is also a statue.
Su Ming looked at the old man, put down the unconscious Xu Hui in his arms, walked slowly over, and landed on top of the statue. He stood in front of the statue of the old man. He looked at the familiar face.
Face, memories of the past come to mind.
The old man who always likes to change his clothes and go out on the ninth peak. The old man who took him to the Wu Clan to adapt to the battlefield. The old man who taught himself the art of meditation and found a home in Tianhan Sect.
elder.
At this moment, it appeared in front of him.
Looking at the statue blankly, Su Ming shed tears in his eyes. He knelt there silently and kowtowed nine times to the statue.
"Master......"
His tears fell on the statue, spread, and sank into the tiny cracks in the statue, leaving only a wet trail.
''A thousand years ago, this was the tribe I was born into..." A deep voice echoed around. The place where the voice came from was an abandoned house not far below, where a lonely man was sitting.
A thin man.
He is none other than the Ninth Mosha.
He lowered his head and touched the house beneath him. His voice slowly spread through the ruins, carrying sadness, memories, and the indelible bitterness.
"The old man in front of you is the shaman of our tribe. Grandpa doesn't like to talk. Most of the time he looks into the distance in silence. The place he is looking at is the sacred mountain of our tribe and the symbol of our tribe. Grandpa is called
There is..., the Ninth Mountain.
Grandpa said that he had five disciples in his life, and each of them made him proud. He believed that one day his six disciples would pay attention to the whole sky, and could pass on their reputation here and be known by him.
Who are your grandpa’s disciples?’,
"Master only has four disciples, so the mountain is not called the Ninth Mountain, but the Ninth Peak." Su Ming looked at the statue and murmured.
Ninth Mo Sha's body trembled slightly, and he slowly raised his head and looked at Su Ming.
“There are five stones in front of you, you can put your hands on them...,’’