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Chapter 1423: Three Desolations, huh?
This aura lasted for more than ten breaths from its appearance to its dissipation. As the fingernail-sized piece of stone in his hand lost any aura that did not belong to Sang Xiang, Su Ming's eyes flashed slightly.
"Is there a world beyond Sang Xiang..." Su Ming looked thoughtful. Emperor Yan Pei Chen on the side was stunned for a moment when he saw Su Ming like this. He had also felt the aura inside this kind of stone, but he felt it was unfamiliar. , there is no other feeling except this.
These stone flakes are some remnants of the second altar, but because of the special aura that is constantly dissipating, it may not take many years to completely disappear, so they were used by the Xiongtu tribe many years ago. This method seals and retains the last batch.
But this kind of preservation is not perfect, so once the seal of each stone piece is opened, it only takes more than ten breaths to feel the breath. After that time, the breath will all disappear.
Not only Yan Pei was stunned, but dozens of people from the Xiong Tu tribe also saw Su Ming's contemplation and were a little confused as to why Su Ming was like this.
This breath is just unfamiliar. Apart from that, no matter how much they study, they can't find any other benefits.
"The second altar, it looks like this is really a teleportation array, but it is not teleporting within the three realms of Sangxiang Sanhuang, but... it can send people out of Sangxiang Butterfly..." Thinking of this, Su Ming was shocked in his heart. His cultivation has rarely been like this in recent years, but this aura and this altar made Su Ming think of a possibility!
Perhaps, in the overlapping and unfolding of the four wings of the butterfly and mulberry phase from century to century, some monks chose to merge with another self and survive, some chose to seize the body, and some left the inheritance of the Hall of Souls. But there are still people who... choose to leave.
This kind of leaving is the true meaning of leaving. It is leaving the body of Butterfly Sangxiang and going to the outside world and the vast expanse where the other eight butterflies are.
Su Ming didn't know what else was there. Even though he had reached this level of cultivation, he still didn't know. Compared with the entire vastness, Su Ming... was as weak as an ant.
While pondering, Su Ming suddenly flashed his eyes and looked up at Yan Pei.
"Bring me all these stones!"
Yan Pei's heart was shaken. Su Ming's eyes had an unquestionable meaning that made him feel numb. He didn't dare to say a word. Without any hesitation, Yan Pei immediately looked at the Xiong Tu tribe. male.
The face of the Xiongtu tribe leader changed continuously. He gritted his teeth and flew out in person. He flew away in an instant, which was the time of half a stick of incense. There was silence around the half stick of incense. No one spoke. Gradually, an invisible wave filled the place. The pressure was so great that everyone seemed to be struggling with their cultivation.
After half a stick of incense, a big man from the Xiongtu tribe roared over. Instead of giving it to Emperor Yan Pei Chen, he respectfully handed the three jade boxes to Su Ming himself. After Su Ming took them, he looked at the big man in front of him and ordered them. nod.
"Su will not ask for your clan's things in vain..." When Su Ming spoke, he raised his left hand and placed it directly between the big man's eyebrows. At this speed, before the big man had time to react, he immediately shook his body and kicked When he stepped back a few steps, he spurted out a mouthful of black blood. As his body trembled, a large amount of black blood appeared from his sweat pores in an instant.
When the expressions of the people around him changed drastically, the big man immediately raised his hand to signal his people not to move, and raised his head with difficulty. His expression showed ecstasy, excitement, and even more disbelief.
He clearly felt that his blood seemed to be ten times purer at this moment. With the appearance of black blood, the shadow of the giant bear behind him increased sharply at this moment, and it was no longer an illusion, but Almost the same as the essence, this can be said to be the greatest fortune in his life, purifying the blood, making his aura stronger and stronger under the surge of his cultivation base.
With excitement, the big man bowed deeply to Su Ming.
"Thank you so much for your kindness!!" When the big man spoke excitedly, Su Ming did not speak. Instead, he lowered his head to look at the jade box in his hand, his expression gloomy and uncertain, and after a moment he showed decisiveness.
"Let's go and see what the world where this breath is... is like." Su Ming didn't hesitate anymore. He suddenly waved his right hand, and a banging sound immediately echoed. Two of the five jade boxes around him immediately It shattered, revealing two irregular stone fragments inside, and a rich, unfamiliar aura instantly emitted.
The moment the breath came out, Su Ming grabbed the air with his right hand. The breath quickly condensed and turned into a small ball that was quickly dissipating in the palm of Su Ming's hand. When Su Ming pressed it between his eyebrows, he eyes closed.
The moment he closed his eyes, his will exploded, instantly condensing on the small ball between his eyebrows and filling it. With a shocking roar in Su Ming's mind, he suddenly used this breath as a guide to use his own will. As a bridge, using his age art as a supernatural power, he directly launched this kind of retrograde magic that only he can perform!
Su Ming's whole body was shaken, and his will seemed to travel through endless years at this moment, wandering through one century after another, until a vastness appeared in front of his eyes...
This vast world was exactly the same as the world he had seen where nine butterflies were flying.
The endless mist was constantly rolling there. Even when Su Ming looked at the mist, he had a strong feeling that every time the mist rolled, the power could instantly destroy the unspeakably powerful, even Su Ming himself. Under the rolling mist, if they really encountered each other, it would be too much to bear.
And this is just the most common mist rolling in the vastness!
In the mist, there were streaks of lightning wandering from time to time. Each streak of lightning was distorted and gave people a ferocious feeling. They were not real lightning, they just had bright irregular lines, but... they were just such irregularities. The lines made Su Ming feel death!
He could clearly judge that with his current body and cultivation level, his body and soul would be destroyed by this lightning, leaving only his will. But even if only his will was left, after the lightning touched it a few times, It must also be a situation of decline.
Su Ming was silent, following the guidance of the breath, traveling through the years, wandering unrealistically in the rolling mist and lightning, until within the layers of mist, he saw a... butterfly! !
That is not a mulberry phase, because the pattern of the wings is different. This butterfly is trembling and collapsing at the moment. There is a compass about the same size as its body above it, which is sucking everything in. It is constantly sucking something from the butterfly until it reaches the butterfly. His body shook and turned into little crystal lights. After being absorbed by the compass, Su Ming saw a young man in black robe sitting cross-legged on the compass, holding a string of beads in his hand.
"We have the sixth counter-spirit, but we don't know where the seventh counter-spirit...is hidden." This was the voice of the young man in black robe. The moment the voice fell into Su Ming's place, the young man suddenly raised his head. , his eyes seemed to contain nothingness, and he glanced at Su Ming.
"Ok?"
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