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Chapter 1342: Three Desolations Tribulation Comes from All Directions to Worship (First Update)
Whether it was an old friend from back then or a new power that had emerged over the past thousand years, the entire barbarian tribe turned into a rainbow that spread out in the sky at this moment, which looked extremely spectacular from a distance.
The rainbow shot through the sky, and the whistling sound reverberated, shaking the earth and the earth, heading straight for the Manshen Palace, the holy land where Su Ming was.
As the blood of the entire barbarian clan boiled, as their figures galloped across the sky one after another, the endless sea beasts existing in the Dead Sea were also experiencing waves of restlessness and uneasiness under the spread of Su Ming's barbarian god's aura.
Most of the sea beasts in the Dead Sea are huge and numerous. Whether it is sea dragons or sea giants, after more than a thousand years of reproduction, although they often conflict with barbarians and cause many casualties, there are still a lot of them.
And with the tides of beasts that have occurred again and again for more than a thousand years, the individual sea beasts here have become much more powerful than they were a thousand years ago. But even so, they were all still trembling at this moment, and were shocked by Su Ming's attack. Under the threat of the aura, all the sea beasts in the Dead Sea hid on the bottom of the sea and did not dare to break out of the sea.
They could detect Su Ming's terror from the aura that Su Ming exuded, which was the power of despair that could wipe them out. Therefore, even though most of the barbarian cultivators had left their respective islands at this moment, not a single sea beast dared to take the opportunity to cause trouble.
As the sky roared, Su Ming stood in the Barbarian Palace and looked at Fang Canglan. His aura spread out, conveying the meaning of summons. He felt the blood of the entire barbarian race boiling. In a few days, there will be a large number of barbarian tribes. People came to see him one after another.
"Decided?" Fang Canglan raised her head, looked at Su Ming, and spoke softly.
"When I return from this trip, I want to take the entire barbarian tribe away from here, and let the barbarian tribe rise in the outside world." Su Ming nodded and said slowly.
Fang Canglan smiled slightly and did not continue to ask. Instead, she closed her eyes and continued to play the guzheng. The music swirled and lingered for a long time.
The first group of people to pay their respects to Su Ming were the cultivators of the Ming Clan in this holy land. Almost at the moment when the music started to reverberate, outside the Barbarian Palace, there were the voices of nearly ten thousand cultivators, with respect and with The enthusiasm, with excitement, turned into a roar of sound.
"The Holy Land Ming Clan, the guards of the Barbarian God Palace, pay their respects to...the ancestor of Mingxiu, pay their respects to...the Barbarian God!"
The sound roared, whirling in all directions, shaking the world and setting off waves. As it whirled, Su Ming stood by the window. His clothes were blown by the wind and fluttered. The light of dusk fell. He saw the excitement of nearly ten thousand people in the outside world. of worship.
He did not speak, and the cultivators of the Life Clan all knelt down and bowed down. After the wave of sound, they fell into silence, as if they would continue to kneel down like this as long as Su Ming did not speak.
As they knelt down, traces of pure fateful power, like the fire of their faith, invisible to them but visible only to Su Ming, suddenly came straight towards Su Ming, and after integrating into Su Ming's body, It immediately increased Su Ming's cultivation level.
In fact, there are still many such powers of destiny in this world. Although the number is similar to what Su Ming once absorbed, in terms of purity, it is equivalent to about 6000 in the outside world.
However, Su Ming will not absorb these now. These powers of fate that permeate the world are an important help for Su Ming to move the barbarian world out of the vortex of death.
The music of the guzheng was whirling, and time passed slowly. About an hour later, a rainbow roared in the sky. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of barbarian cultivators approached. The leader of these people was Bai Changzai. Behind him, Zi Yan, Ziche and Yamu were there, and there was also... Wanqiu who was watching Su Ming's figure in the Manshen Palace from a distance.
"The Cultivator of the Barbarian Clan of Nanze Island, pays homage to the Barbarian God and welcomes you back!" Bai Changzai took a deep breath. Although Su Ming was still his junior back then, as time went by, Su Ming became the Barbarian God. In his opinion, Lai is the supreme being of the entire barbarian tribe. Whether in his heart or in his expression, Bai Changzai is extremely respectful and faintly excited.
Following his voice, hundreds of monks from Nanze Island responded in unison. Like those cultivators from the Ming clan, they chose not to bow after paying homage, waiting for Su Ming's instructions and also waiting for the next few days. , all the barbarian cultivators that are coming one after another.
Similarly, among these hundreds of people, there was also a strong force of fate that suddenly came over. After integrating into Su Ming's body, it was perfectly absorbed by him like water and milk blending together, becoming a part of his cultivation and nourishing his soul. .
Su Ming looked at Bai Changzai and the familiar people behind him. A smile appeared on his face. Although the music was playing in his ears, he still did not speak, but continued to wait.
Dusk is unchanged, so even if it should be late at night, the light of dusk is still shining in the outside world, and long rainbows appear between the sky and the earth. These are barbarians living on the islands very close to here. Looking at it, there are enough There were tens of thousands of them. After approaching the Holy Land of Man God Palace, these tens of thousands of barbarians immediately knelt down to the Man God Palace.
"I'll wait... to meet the Barbarian God!!"
The appearance of tens of thousands of people, and the power of fate that exploded seemed to cover the heaven and earth in Su Ming's eyes. At this moment, as they bowed, they all gathered here. Su Ming's mind was slightly buzzing, these fates were The instant integration of Fa not only increased Su Ming's cultivation, but also made his soul instantly stronger, which also brought great benefits to Su Ming's will.
"The power of the dharma, the dharma of the outer rim and the inner rim, these beliefs are like fire, which can strengthen my will a lot... This is the method of practice that only a spiritual master can possess. It seems to be It’s the same as Yuanjing, but it obviously exceeds its spiritual meaning!
If one day I can become a pioneer, then I am afraid that the benefits of this kind of absorption will be more. "Su Ming listened to the guzheng music in his ear, felt his cultivation base, soul and will continue to grow stronger, a smile appeared on his face.
Tens of thousands of barbarians in the outside world were worshiping one after another at this moment, motionless. When the next day came, the outside world remained unchanged at dusk, but there were already tens of thousands more figures in the sky. At this moment, people could be seen all around. More figures are coming.
"Nangong Hen, pay homage to our benefactor!!" A long rainbow approached at a speed faster than anyone else's, and the excited voice whirled around, revealing Nangong Hen's already old face. He looked at Su Ming in the Barbarian God Palace, and his memory seemed to Back in the Nine Yin Realm, the moment when Su Ming led them out.
"The barbarians of Tianhen Island, pay homage to the barbarian gods!"
"Luoyue Island, meet the Man God!"
"Yanshan Island, pay homage to the Fourth Generation of Barbarian Gods!" Waves of voices swirled around. As tens of thousands of barbarians approached, the voices of greetings came one after another. A large amount of fateful power blasted into Su Ming's mind at this moment, and it lingered for a long time. .
"I, Yaman, pay homage to the fourth generation of Barbarian Gods and congratulate the Barbarian Gods on their return!" The old voice carried another group of tens of thousands of barbarians, and it was heard excitedly as it approached in the sky. It was Yaman, the man who had been with Su Ming back then. One of the strong men who blasted the immortal clan out of the barbarian clan together.
"Wushuang, pay your respects to Lord Barbarian God!"
"Tianqi, I can finally see Lord Manshen again in my lifetime, congratulations on your return!"
"Chi Lei Tian pays homage to the Barbarian God!!"
"The Blood Fiend's Edge is only opened for the Barbarian God. Lord Barbarian God still remembers the Blood Fiend!"
As the powerful men from the past who fought with Su Ming against the Immortal Clan appeared one by one, the number of barbarian monks gathered around Su Ming exceeded 30.
In the distance, there were more rainbows roaring. Su Ming looked at everything in front of him. His heart was filled with excitement. His cultivation became stronger with the integration of fate. His soul fluctuated and became stronger than before. Quite a few, his will exists in every corner of this barbarian land.
At the end of the third day, there were nearly 60 barbarians outside the Holy Land's Barbarian God's Palace. No matter whether these people came first or arrived last, they were unable to pay their respects. Looking at the sky and the earth, they were so densely packed that they spread out. The power of fate has covered the sea and the sky, making it impossible for the twilight glow to pass through.
The 60 barbarian monks gathered together, and the barbarian aura emanating from them was earth-shattering, making the world tremble. These monks can be said to be the elite power of the barbarians today.
Until this moment, Su Ming took a deep breath and turned around. The palace door of the Barbarian Palace opened with a bang. As the palace door opened, the 60 kneeling barbarian cultivators around him immediately raised their heads one by one, and their eyes instantly stared at the palace. Door.
Gradually, they saw a figure walking out of the palace door, and behind that figure was Fang Canglan.
Su Ming stood outside the palace, with the dusk light barely falling on him. He looked at all the barbarians around him. After a brief silence, he spoke his first words to the entire barbarian tribe.
"I, the fourth generation Barbarian God, Su Ming, the ancestor of the Ming clan, am back!"
This sentence was not loud, but at this moment, it set off the thunder of heaven and earth, set off the roar of the Dead Sea, shook the mind of every barbarian monk, and caused all the blood to boil to the extreme at this moment.
"God!"
"God!!"
"Barbarian God!!!" The roar from the 60 barbarian cultivators filled the world at this moment, as if it had become a voice that could sway the entire barbarian tribe.
"I'll come back and lead you... to rise!" Su Ming's voice echoed, coming from the roar of 60 barbarian cultivators. He waved his big sleeve fiercely, raised his right hand and pointed toward the evening sun in the distance.
With this finger, Su Ming's will suddenly burst out, covering the barbarian world, turning into an invisible force, rising from the sunset, if he wanted to... turn it into a blazing sun.
"I will take you, the entire barbarian world, away from this ghastly land, and take you to the real world outside, which is...my real world!"
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