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Chapter 1296 Those six numbers in my Daochen Realm!
"I am the Barbarian God!" Su Ming raised his head and looked at the sky. At this moment, his aura exploded, and the cultivation within his body quickly swam and whirled, causing Su Ming's long hair to float, causing the red stripe that he could not see. The long dragon roared silently, as if it was rising into the sky from an unknown number of years ago with Su Ming.
"quite!"
"quite!!"
"Brutal!!!" Thousands of shadows around him all roared out such a sound at this moment. This sound merged with the roar of the long dragon to form a sound. Although Su Ming could not hear it, the old man from the Spiritual Department had his eyes open again that day. The shock of contraction.
His body was retreating, and the overlap of two different years appeared in his eyes. One was from eons ago, and the other was now. The Great Barbarian clan years ago, and the current Su Ming. The two seemed to be at this moment, because The clan Qi in Su Ming's body resonated, and there was a shift that seemed to have occurred over time.
At this moment, Su Ming's cultivation reached its peak, and his belief was extremely firm. He stood on the platform. Although he could not see anything abnormal around him, he could feel that there seemed to be countless hidden things. The eyes were focused on him, and those eyes contained expectations, excitement, and a resonance that made Su Ming persistent.
"When I was born, I was inactive, but after I was born, my savagery has declined. The unkindness of the sky brought chaos, and the unkindness of the earth caused me to suffer from Wushan..." Su Ming murmured, in such an environment, on such an occasion, in other The moment he chose the Great Barbarian Tribe and revealed that he was a Barbarian God, Su Ming remembered this... Barbarian God song.
As his words murmured, the old man from the Tianling Tribe not far away looked shocked again, because he discovered that when Su Ming said these four words, the long red dragon roared even more intensely, The number of tens of millions of souls around has increased sharply again, becoming tens of millions. Even among these tens of millions of souls, there are some figures that are familiar to the old man.
The heaven and earth shook, the sky twisted, the earth roared, and ripples spread out, as if... there was a strange force triggered by Su Ming's presence at this moment.
This power was originally buried here. As it is being aroused at this moment, it seems that the two worlds are about to merge. This is complicated to say, but in fact, if the barbarian state of eons ago is compared to one world, the era in which Su Ming is now is different. If it is compared to a world, then... the world from eons ago seems to be traveling through nothingness, waking up from darkness. To come to this world, it takes Su Suming's era to merge together.
This sounds mysterious, but now in the eyes and feelings of the old man Tian Ling, it is just like this.
"What a barbarian tribe, what a barbarian who succeeded in six promotions!! What a barbarian!!" The old man Tianling took a deep breath, and his expression showed admiration. He could see that Su Ming is not only the clan inspiration of the Daman tribe, not only the hope of the Daman tribe, but also the will of the entire Daman tribe. His promotion is destined to be extraordinary, because...he is not alone in the promotion process. , he is fused with the fate and will of the barbarians, that is... the entire barbarians are protecting him, and are accompanying him... to ascend to the throne!
"If the sky has eyes, why doesn't it see me sinking into darkness forever? If the gods have a spirit, why do they separate me from the south and the sea? I don't live up to the sky, why do the gods let me not see the darkness of night? I live up to the gods, why do the gods destroy my flesh and blood? Memories are flying!" Su Ming murmured. The echo of the Barbarian God's Song made him seem to see the years before eternity, the tens of millions of souls around him, and the long bloody dragon in the sky. The dragon condensed The will of the barbarians, in this roar, seems... it is Su Ming!
The surrounding souls were majestic again at this moment, no longer tens of millions, but nearly billions, boundless. The souls of all the barbarians who appeared here in different years felt like they had returned to their hometown. At this moment After appearing, they all roared and worshiped...the barbarian god they had been waiting for for a long, long time!
This scene made the old man Tian Ling retreat again. His breathing was rapid. As he retreated, he looked towards Su Ming. When he looked at this moment, what he saw was no longer Su Ming alone, but... The soul of the entire barbarian tribe!
And Su Ming is the soul of the great barbarian tribe. His appearance has become the source of excitement for the great barbarian tribe here. It seems that at this moment, the sleeping barbarians, the barbarians that have perished here, are reawakening!
"Looking up with tears of blood, why would I regret my life and go against the vicissitudes of life! Since the sky has no eyes, I will step on the sky and use my eyes to call myself immortal! Since the gods have no spirit, I swear to kill the gods and establish an emperor!
With good luck, I will definitely kill Sanhuang Mulberry with my hands! The wild soul has condensed. In this life, the immortal world will be stained with blood and millions of people will die!
After all this life is spent singing the barbarian sorrows, why not use this intention to rise up the barbarians! ! "Su Ming looked up to the sky and roared. Under this roar, hundreds of millions of barbarian souls around him roared together. The blood dragon roared in the sky, the color of the sky changed. During the roar of the heaven and earth, countless barbarian people roared, and the blood dragon The roar turned into a voice.
"God!"
"God!!"
"Barbarian God!!!"
"I am the Barbarian God, and I am the first to rise today!!" Su Ming flicked his sleeves and suddenly waved towards the sky. The blood dragon roared and slammed its head into the sky. The sky twisted, and under the roar, a grand hall suddenly descended.
That was not the Hall of All Souls, that was the first Hall of Souls. At the same time as this hall appeared, with the roar of hundreds of millions of barbarian souls, golden light flashed across the sky. At this moment, the real Hall of All Souls suddenly descended. .
The golden hall, a palace filled with debris, contains the ancient will. The inheritance palace jointly created by the ancestors of Wei at that time, at this moment, truly descends into the sky.
The old man of the Sky Spirit Tribe, who was forced back by the aura of the great man's rise in the distance, looked a little excited at the moment. Su Ming's promotion was far more likely to succeed than those he had seen before. He hoped that Su Ming would succeed. He hoped that Su Ming would not fail, because if Su Ming, who had condensed the soul of a barbarian, also failed, then he didn't know who else would be the first to succeed in this age.
At the same time as the Hall of All Souls descended, golden figures suddenly appeared. More than 2000 figures, if not counting the one at the top, turned into nine horizontal rows and appeared in the sky like a tower. , the ancient and vicissitudes of life emanated from the Hall of All Souls, turning into pressure, and at the same time, Su Ming's eyes revealed persistence.
In the bottom row, there is a golden figure of 880. Pressure emanates from them, covering the earth, waiting for Su Ming's choice.
Su Ming looked at those ancestral seats, and his eyes became more and more persistent. He knew that if he made a mistake in this choice, he would die, and there was only one chance.
He looked at the ancestors, and after sweeping his gaze in silence, he finally looked at the figure above the nine rows, whose aura was obviously much stronger than the other ancestors.
"Inheritance... the order of arrangement is a road of flesh and blood paved by each tribe in exchange for the lives of a large number of strong people... after the ancestors tried again and again, they found a way to pass down, so that future generations can A more and more secure path to advancement.
But the order of arrangement..." Su Ming's eyes flashed with determination, and as he swayed forward, he stood up straight from the ground, jumped from the ascending stage, turned into a rainbow, and headed straight for more than 2000 ancestors. More than 800 figures at the bottom of the spiritual throne roared away.
This can only be a bet. The only thing Su Ming knows is that the ancestral position before number 500 is not allowed to be attempted, because he has seen the ancestor of the barbarian tribe fail to ascend to the ancestral position, and it is obvious that a tribe is trying to pave this way. The Blood Path will not be chosen arbitrarily, but should be tried one by one in order. From this point of view, Su Ming can be half sure that the 500 or so ancestors will definitely fail.
But similarly, if the barbarians back then had tried from the end, Su Ming's guess would have been a complete failure, so... there would be no hint at all.
Speeding in silence, the moment Su Ming approached the last row of ancestors' seats, his eyes flashed suddenly. After scanning them one by one, he gritted his teeth and walked towards one of them in an instant. But just as he was about to approach, Su Ming suddenly stopped and retreated instead of advancing. After retreating several hundred feet, he stared at the statues of ancestors outside the Hall of All Souls. In his mind, at that moment, he suddenly remembered something. What.
Su Ming's retreat caused the old man from the Tianling Department in the distance to frown slightly. When he looked silently, he saw that Su Ming seemed to be deep in thought.
"Senior, do you know how many people in the Great Barbarian tribe have succeeded in ascending to spirit?" Su Ming suddenly spoke, his voice loud and clear in all directions.
"Six times!" The old man Tianling's eyes flashed and he spoke immediately.
Su Ming was silent, but there was a gleam in his eyes, and there was a touch of reminiscence in that gleam.
"Six times...six numbers...my grandfather also told me six numbers back then, six numbers that allowed me to climb higher on Fengzhen Mountain...
32, 79, 240 eight, 370 one, 560 three, 780 one..." Su Ming was shocked. He raised his head and stared at the Hall of All Souls, his eyes falling on the bottom row, 781 Sitting on the spiritual throne, he then looked at the numbers one by one, comparing them one by one, until his eyes fell on the third row from the top.
"Could it be that..." Su Ming's eyes narrowed. He gritted his teeth and without hesitation, he galloped straight towards... In the last row, the 781 ancestors' seats whizzed away.
His fast speed represented his inner determination. Since it was a bet, he would rather bet on the seemingly ordinary set of numbers that his grandfather gave him.
With a bang, he was close to the 781 ancestors' positions in an instant, and he was in contact with this ancestor's position in an instant. At this moment, the expression of the old man Tianling in the distance seemed to be normal, but his heart was extremely troubled. nervous.
At this moment, a shocking roar, accompanied by a low roar from Su Ming, suddenly swirled in all directions in the sky!
(End of this chapter)