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Chapter 1418 The three desolate tribulations caused the sea and trees to merge together
Grandpa looked at the chessboard, and Yuxuan sat next to Su Ming with a smile on her face. She looked at the chessboard very attentively. When Su Ming spoke, her eyes showed cunning, and she raised her jade hands to blow in the wind. When her hair was tucked behind her ears, Canglan suddenly coughed lightly.
"Grandpa." Grandpa raised his head and his eyes fell on Canglan. When Yu Xuan put down her hand, she gently moved the white piece that belonged to grandpa on the chessboard.
"Grandpa, there are many members of the barbarian tribe who want to come and visit you. Do you think we should let them come over in the next few days?" Canglan's expression remained as usual, without any change. She spoke softly to grandpa with a very respectful expression. look.
"This matter... you go and arrange it." Grandpa smiled kindly, and subconsciously lowered his head to look at the chessboard as he spoke. Xu Hui, who was beside Su Ming, had a smile on her face, looking from Canglan and Yuxuan. Scan it and speak immediately.
"Grandpa, this chess game will take a while to continue. Why don't you tell us about Su Ming's childhood?"
"Yes, grandpa, tell us about his childhood. Sister Canglan, don't you say no?" Yuxuan said quickly. Compared with the gentle and elegant Canglan, there is no age difference between them. , both Yuxuan and Xu Hui call Canglan their sister.
Next to Xu Hui, Yu Xuan gives people a petite feeling in both her personality and her daily words, so she is the youngest among the three girls.
Grandpa laughed and stopped looking at the chessboard. He looked up at the three women beside Su Ming with a more kind smile. Each of these three women had their own merits and all of them were geniuses. Looking at them, Grandpa looked at Su Ming who had her eyes closed at the moment. Ming happily told them some interesting things about Su Ming's childhood.
Little did he know that the chessboard had changed, turning Su Ming's disadvantage into an advantage.
Su Ming didn't pay attention to all this. The moment he closed his eyes, his consciousness had dispersed and turned into his will. At that moment... he descended into the Fourth Realm.
The fourth real world is in chaos, and consciousnesses belonging to the spirits are flooding all directions, with raging and madness, and even with an arrogance that seems to tear the world apart. When it rises, a battle is unfolding around the fourth real world. A bloody fight.
In addition to the Fourth True Realm, the fighting also spread to Yin Sheng, Hades Emperor, and even in the Daochen True Realm, there were some spirit ancestors from the Fourth True Realm who laughed wildly in the roar and started a life-and-death battle with Anchen Nisheng. In the war, whenever an Anchen Nisheng cultivator dies, those spirits will immediately be sucked in, and the killed cultivator will be sucked into the body together with his body, as if swallowed.
Even...these spirit ancestors who had their seals opened and released from the fourth true world didn't care at all whether their enemies were Dark Morning Rebel Saints. Even the monks from various true worlds were their attackers, just like food.
Every time a monk is devoured, they will grow stronger. In this way, these spirit ancestors rushing out from the fourth true world will cause another kind of catastrophe in the three wild worlds.
At the same time, with the continuous deaths of both the Sanhuang cultivators and Anchen Nisheng cultivators over the years, especially the rush out and killings of Lingxian this year, the entire Sanhuang world is a little different from before. Su Ming could feel that with the deaths of these people, his own will had risen a lot, and the three wild realms were filled with tyranny and invisible power that could drive people crazy.
It was as if the bloody flowers in the apocalypse were spreading and blooming, especially...Su Ming clearly noticed that the movement of the Three Wastelands in the past ten years was comparable to the speed of the seven or eighty years before the killings.
Everything seems to be seven times faster!
Only in this way can the four wings that originally took more than 3000 years to overlap and cause catastrophe become only 500 years.
Seeing the changes in the Three Wastelands, Su Ming unfolded all this in his heart. As if he understood everything, his inner peace was unruffled. He understood that a hundred years later, it would be a calamity for him, and this calamity came from Three shortages.
If Su Ming cannot survive this calamity, there is no need to talk about the future. If he can survive it, then 500 years from now, it will be the calamity of the Three Desolations. In an overlapping moment, Su Ming will seize the body of the Three Desolations. This is Su Ming Things that have been decided.
He would not choose to cooperate with Sanhuang. Let’s not talk about the choice Sanhuang gave Su Ming. It was not a choice at all, but a seed buried in his heart. When the seed grows up a hundred years later, it will bring about a sealed killing disaster.
Even if Sanhuang really wanted to cooperate with Su Ming, Su Ming would not choose this way because...as he said, his path and Sanhuang's path are...different!
When their cultivation has reached the level of Su Ming Sanhuang, there is no longer any distinction between good and evil, and there is no hatred between them. There is just... a struggle of wills with different paths and no mutual intentions.
Originally, Su Ming was not certain about this matter, but... Su Ming took a deep look at the ancient tree on the Underworld's planet three times before leaving. These three looks made him realize the cause and effect.
A hundred years later, under that ancient tree, Su Ming made a promise to the Three Wastelands. He would not avoid it, he would go!
Just like the long sea, beside the ancient trees, the green seems to reach the sky, the blue is the sea, the green is the trees, go and melt that seeming away, go and connect that day to the sea, let the sea and the trees melt together...
"Perhaps, they are one body..." Su Ming sighed silently in his heart. He condensed his will and stopped thinking about these things. Instead, as his will spread, it instantly filled the entire Three Wastelands, even if the darkness The will of the Holy Realm does not belong to Su Ming. Even if the will of the Fourth Realm rejects it, the majesty of Su Ming's will of the four real realms instantly suppresses these two wills, making them... Dare to reveal their breath, but temporarily let their respective true realms be swept away by Su Ming's will.
In the eastern part of the Fourth Realm, there is a huge sludge in the starry sky. This sludge is bloody. There are countless corpses soaked in it, including Anchen Nisheng, Sanhuang monks, and even dozens of people who belong to the Ninth Peak. The disciples of the branch sect have lost their lives. Their bodies are slowly rotting and being absorbed by the immersion. Surrounding the mud are nearly [-] Dark Morning Reversal Saint cultivators. Each of these people looks wary. Led by three of their spiritual masters, they are launching a battle of magical powers towards this mud.
As the roar echoed, a face emerged from the mud first. This face looked ferocious as it looked at the monks around it.
"You...all...die!!" While the muffled growl whirled around, the mud suddenly grew huge, but at this moment, a wave made the thirty thousand monks' minds go blank for an instant, even the three The souls belonging to Anchen Nisheng also seemed to be frozen in an instant, and lost all consciousness. The huge mud trembled suddenly, and the faces on it suddenly raised their heads and stared at nothingness, their eyes flicked rapidly. Shrinking, revealing horror.
"Who is it, who are you!!"
As his roar whirled around, a cold snort came out, and then a hand appeared in the void. This hand was not big. He pressed down lightly, and immediately the mud roared, and his body dried up rapidly visible to the naked eye. A large number of cracks appeared instantly, and when the banging sound echoed, nearly [-]% of his body collapsed.
"Su Ming doesn't care about the matter of killing the Dark Morning Rebel Saint and the monks of the Three Desolations, but he can provoke the Ninth Peak... You won't do it again." Su Ming's voice reached the ears of the Silt Spirit Master, and became a deep sound. The intimidation made this sludge tremble, and at this moment no intention of struggle or resistance dared to arise.
At this moment, the three words "Ninth Front" were deeply imprinted in the spiritual consciousness of this silt spirit, and became a taboo!
Su Ming's fearfulness shocked this spirit deeply. No matter how crazy he was, he could only bow his head and exude respect in the face of such absolute strength that could destroy him with a flip of his hand.
The fourth true world, the west, is laughing wildly. A man with a body like an ordinary person, but with two feet that are ten feet long, is walking away in the starry sky. His body looks very uncoordinated and weird, but From then on, there was indeed a terrifying aura coming out of this man. His hair was disheveled, his upper body was naked, and there was a hint of lewdness in his smile as he stepped, and he was chasing seven or eight monks in front of him.
Among these seven or eight monks, three are from Dark Morning Nisheng, four are from Hades Emperor, and there is a female cultivator who joined the Ninth Peak branch of Yin Sheng True Realm three years ago.
Amid the laughter of the bigfoot monster, he raised his right hand, and in an instant, his right hand stretched out, as if forming a vacuum, and suddenly sucked the three dark morning defiant monks in, and fell into his palm suddenly. With a pinch, the three of them turned into minced meat with a bang.
When the big hands met again, the fleshy mud turned into the most powerful magic weapon and went straight to the remaining five monks. The four Hades Emperor monks screamed and were immediately penetrated by the fleshy mud and turned into flesh. As for the female cultivator on the ninth front, her face was pale at this moment, and she was grabbed by the weird man's right hand that was several times bigger. When she put it in front of her, the evil intention in the weird man's eyes became even stronger.
"Not bad, not bad, we can make a cauldron." The weirdo laughed and threw the woman in his hand into his sleeve. Inside the sleeve, there were thousands of female cultivators in the seemingly small cuffs, and each one was He captured him.
When he turned around and was about to leave, suddenly, the strange man's body shook violently, his expression became solemn for a moment, and his eyes shrank, staring at a figure in white who appeared behind him at some unknown moment.
"Such a spirit should not be sealed, but should be erased directly." Su Ming frowned, and when he spoke lightly, he took a step forward. The weird man roared, and he felt a strong life and death crisis in Su Ming. At this moment He was about to retreat, but Su Ming had already walked past him.
As Su Ming went away, the giant's whole body trembled violently, his head suddenly separated from his body, his body withered instantly, his sleeves became pieces, and when thousands of female cultivators inside escaped, The weirdo's body collapsed with a bang and turned into thousands of auras, which merged into the bodies of thousands of women and became the greatest blessing that greatly increased their cultivation.
(End of this chapter)