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Chapter 1379: The Tribulation of the Three Wildernesses: Mourning the Dead Tribulation (First Update)
"Mourning..." Su Ming's eyes flashed as he looked at a large number of threads of light condensing above him, outlining his other self in this world in the shape of a butterfly. His peripheral vision swept over the ten mourning souls around him.
Su Ming didn't understand the meaning of this so-called mourning, nor did he know why this kind of soul was called mourning, but he could feel that there was a long-lasting sense of vicissitudes among these ten mourning souls.
Especially the three words just now seemed to echo from the past at the moment they were spoken, containing a rule that Su Ming did not understand.
At the moment when these three paragraphs were circling, another Su Ming in this world, who was Sangzi, his eyes flashed coldly, and his whole body turned into a huge butterfly, rushing straight to Su Ming with a roar.
Su Ming snorted coldly, and swung his hands forward, immediately countless mountain peaks appeared in an instant. These mountain peaks were all illusory, and in the blink of an eye, there were billions of them, filled with infinite nothingness, overlapping each other in an instant, turning into Nine mountains surrounded Su Ming.
This is the most powerful mountain-moving technique that Su Ming can display now that his will is almost complete. With the roar, as Su Ming waved his hand, the nine mountains rushed straight towards the approaching Sangzi.
The loud rumbling sound was earth-shattering at this moment, and nine mountains collapsed in an instant. However, the butterflies transformed by Sangzi collapsed and fell into pieces at this moment. Another Su Ming in this world spurted out blood, and his body suddenly rolled back hundreds of feet. , Su Ming's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the remaining five peaks roared as he stepped, like five sharp arrows heading straight towards Sangzi.
It's a long story to describe all this, but in fact it only took a moment. While the roaring reverberation was still lingering, the five peaks were approaching Sangzi, and they were about to attack away like a broken bamboo.
But at this moment, suddenly, from the flickering light of the ten mourning souls, a huge dark vortex suddenly appeared around Sangzi. As the vortex rotated silently, a sudden sound appeared inside it. There is an extra face.
The facial features of that face were clear, and he could clearly remember them at a glance, but the strange thing was that when Su Ming looked at them, he had the illusion that he remembered them but couldn't imprint them in his mind, and would forget them in an instant.
Almost at the moment when this feeling emerged, deep words came out from the face of this whirlpool.
"Everything that exists, because it already exists, can be lost... This is death."
The moment these words were spoken, it was the moment when five mountain peaks roared towards and touched the whirlpool. At this moment, Su Ming's eyes suddenly shrank. He clearly saw that there was no vibration or abnormality in the five mountain peaks. Under such circumstances, it actually...disappeared out of thin air! !
Don't leave anything, as if like that sentence, because of its existence, it can be lost!
"You can't break Su's mourning. These ten people are not really mourning. They just had some bloodlines during their lives, and I inspired the inheritance after their death. Each of them only got [-]% of the real mourning power.
Mourning for the dead... That was the ethnic group that was once a flash in the pan in the real world of Sangxiang before the ancient years. This ethnic group was rare, but it caused a sensation in the entire world, so the ethnic group seems to be able to integrate into the rules by nature, and it can become the rules by nature Part of it, but wherever mourning exists, there is nothing they don’t know!
They still have many strange powers. It was Lord Sang Xiang who personally took action to wipe out this clan!
But what this clan has been erased is only the physical body, and its inheritance cannot be erased. Even Lord Sangxiang cannot do this. Therefore, the clan is a different kind, and its inheritance is long. When Su became Sangzi, I removed it from nothingness. Summoned from within, it became my...mourning! "This world spirit is Su Ming. The voice of the young man named Sang Zi swirled, with a gloomy tone, and a hint of ferocity that was gradually revealed.
Su Ming's eyes flashed and he looked at the soul in the vortex. Without saying a word, he took a step forward and appeared next to one of the ten mourners around him. He raised his right hand and grabbed it, but...he missed it!
As if the mourning did not exist, Su Ming's right hand swept across his body.
"They don't exist. Just because they don't exist, that's why... they exist!" As Sang Zi's laughter echoed, the eyes of the faces in the vortex suddenly flashed, and immediately the ten mourning figures around Su Ming, Under the twists and turns, they disappeared into smoke.
"A very interesting ethnic group, it reminds me of a strange power I have encountered before." Su Ming's eyes fell coldly on the face of the whirlpool, and when he spoke lightly, a black light flashed all over his body, which was the extremely dark light. The moment of catharsis turned into a source of extremely dark light, and even more like a sea of ​​light, whizzing straight towards the face of the whirlpool.
"All the dead, because of the missing of the living, have thoughts out of nothing. This is a mourning." At the moment of approaching, at the moment when the words on the face of the whirlpool swirl, from behind the whirlpool, Sang Zi, another Su Ming in this world From his mouth, a low growl with strong murderous intent suddenly came out.
"My thoughts, the thoughts that came out of nothing, were you...die, die, die, die, die!"
With a bang, Su Ming's extremely dark light disappeared in an instant when the first word "death" came out. At the same time, the moment the second word "death" appeared, Su Ming's expression changed instantly, and his body suddenly trembled as his body roared. Back off.
But just when he took three steps back, the third word "death" came out, causing Su Ming's whole body to shake violently, as if his flesh and blood were reversed, and he stepped back again with an increasingly pale face, as if there was a strong feeling in front of him. The explosion collapsed and shocked his body. When he stepped back, the fourth word of death fell on Su Ming's mind like a heavy hammer.
His mind roared, and Su Ming seemed unable to resist this power. Whether it was magical power or will, it was difficult to find out its existence. It seemed that this power was already in his heart, and it was stimulated and ignited at this moment, causing astonishing damage in his body.
Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. The moment Su Ming stepped back, the fifth word "death" came out. Su Ming spurted out a large mouthful of blood and stepped back again. This time, he did not stop until he had retreated hundreds of feet. His eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. , with a ferocious expression on his face, staring at the face of the whirlpool, staring at the other self floating in this world after the whirlpool.
He raised his right hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the ferocious look on his face turned into a murderous intent.
"As expected of another me in this world. His cultivation level is obviously not as good as mine, but he can injure me in this way." Su Ming raised his head and flicked his right hand before opening his mouth. A whirlpool immediately appeared in his hand. As the vortex accelerated, a star vortex gradually appeared within it.
"It's not me who hurts you, it's Mourning. If you can't break my Mourning Soul, you can only be sealed and slowly fused into one by me. I am you and you are me." Another Su Ming in this world, Looking at Su Ming from behind the whirlpool face, he did not hide the naked murderous intention in his eyes. He raised his right hand and waved it when he spoke lightly. Immediately, the eyes of the whirlpool face in front of him shone, and in an instant, the whirlpool went straight to Su Ming. .
"For the mourning clan, take the thoughts of the living, take the existence of the dead, take the sustenance of the pursuit of the spirit, take the power of this life and the next, condense it into incense, and use this... to turn mourning into death, let the existing continue to exist, and let the gone... ...Return to nothingness!" The voice murmured from the mouth of the Uzumaki face. When the voice was heard in the ears, there was a sense of decay and vicissitudes, as if the murmur that had existed for countless years was whirling around again at this moment, making the starry sky shake.
Su Ming's eyes contracted. At this moment, he suddenly had a strong feeling. It seemed that his will, cultivation and even vitality began to decrease at this moment. It seemed that these words had strange power and could interfere with the changes in the heaven, earth and sky. , which made Su Ming clearly feel that the will of the Immortal Sect True Realm that had disappeared due to his appearance in the Sangxiang True Realm actually... showed signs of recovery.
Su Ming even felt that the will of Daochen Zhenjie in the Three Wilderness Realms that he had taken away his body had also undergone such a change.
This change shocked Su Ming's mind, and he felt a strong crisis instantly. However, there was no fear in his expression, because... Su Ming always believed that no power in this world can exist forever. Yes, everything has a natural enemy. This natural enemy is not one, but one appears at the same time. Even if it is destroyed, another one will definitely appear after an unknown number of years.
Just as the old man Tian Ling said, Su Ming firmly believed that even powerful wills such as Sanhuang's would have natural enemies, not to mention the mourning clan.
Su Ming's eyes flashed coldly, and his will exploded. It was the majestic will of two true realms condensed together. It was the second strongest power in any great realm, second only to the highest will in this realm. The divine pressure of this will can destroy millions of monks. Even the other self here will succumb to this will unless he borrows the power of Sang Xiang.
When his cultivation has reached Su Ming's level, his magical power has become ever-changing for him. It is not limited to a certain area, but can be transformed and operated as long as he thinks about it.
For example, at this moment, at the moment when Su Ming's will was spinning and spreading, a red lightning flash appeared in front of Su Ming. A state of relative stillness and eternity.
This is clearly the Lingxian Tribulation!
It was just imitated by Su Ming with his will. Although it is not as powerful as the real Ling Xian Jie, it is still enough to shock the world.
"The Mourning Clan can be erased by Sang Xiang's will, so no matter how strong this Clan is, there is a limit." The moment Su Ming's indifferent words came out, the red lightning roared straight towards the face of the whirlpool.
Without waiting to see the result, Su Ming flicked his sleeves, and five lightning bolts appeared in front of him immediately. These five lightning bolts instantly turned into five faces, intertwined together, forming five faces, and turning into a face. With a big hand, he suddenly grabbed the whirlpool face.
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The first!
(End of this chapter)