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Chapter 1425 Three Desolate Tribulation Spirits!
When Su Ming borrowed the breath of the stone fragments in the jade box, in the ancient past, in the vastness of unknown epochs ago, he did not avoid but faced the young man in black, dared to draw his sword, and turned into the sword of his will and whizzed away. moment……
In the Nisheng camp, in the main hall where the three Nishengs were sitting, Xuanjiu Nisheng had his eyes closed and his body was shaking constantly. All the animal bones in front of him collapsed and shattered in an instant. His calculations seemed to be interfered with by a strong force. , making his eyes seem to open, and his expression showed pain.
It was as if the power to open his eyes did not come from him, but from nothingness. As if there was some kind of power in the nothingness that made it impossible for Xuan Jiu to figure out everything about Su Ming.
But he, after all, is the Nisheng with the longest lifespan in the two camps of Nisheng and Anchen. His deep background and his wide-ranging thoughts are by no means ordinary and incomparable!
Almost at the moment when those animal bones were shattered into flying ash, and his eyes were about to be forcibly opened, Xuanjiu's eyes suddenly closed tightly. At the same time, he raised his right hand, pointed at the void with five fingers and grabbed it fiercely, speaking out. a syllable.
"Duo!!"
As soon as this sound came out, his right hand trembled violently. The other two rebel saints of this world on the side clearly saw that the flesh and blood of Xuanjiu's right hand instantly melted into blood, revealing the bones inside, but this hand But without any pause, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he stretched directly into the void. The moment he touched the void, the entire 180 Realms of the Anti-Sage Camp shook with a roar.
At the same time, the five fingers of the old man's right hand seemed to be grasping some kind of substance in nothingness. When he pulled it outward, the bone of his index finger was shattered directly, followed by the second and third fingers. When all three fingers were shattered, Finally, a ball of mist was pulled out of the void by him.
This mist is like a cyclone, constantly spinning in front of Xuanjiu, exuding bursts of... ancient aura. This aura seems to come from the past, and if a person touches it, it seems that the whole body will rot.
Cold sweat flowed from Xuanjiu's forehead. The other two rebel saints beside him, a man and a woman, were watching all this intently. This was not the first time they saw Xuanjiu calculating something, but it was the first time they saw Xuanjiu calculating something. Once... I saw Xuan Jiu being so miserable and shocking when he was performing this technique.
After a moment, Xuanjiu Nisheng's eyes suddenly opened. His eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. Those bloodshot eyes covered his pupils, as if forming a blood-colored formation. Blood spurted out directly from his mouth, and the breath in front of him The whirlpool started to show signs of dissipating.
Xuan Jiu's appearance became even older in an instant. He did not stop after the blood spurted out, but spurted out nine mouthfuls in a row. With each mouthful of blood, his breath became weaker. Until the ninth mouthful of blood was spurted out, his whole body was completely gone. Taking a few steps back, he looked as old as a corpse that had been buried in the coffin for countless years without decaying.
Although he was old, even though he spurted nine mouthfuls of blood, Xuanjiu laughed. His laughter was hoarse, but it contained a sense of surprise. Although he was weak, he seemed to tell the other two Nisheng with his laughter. , he Xuanjiu... figured out the real secret! !
"The broken army is coming!!"
"The disaster of Sang Xiang!!"
"Su Ming's calamity!!!"
"In this catastrophe, he will definitely die. In this catastrophe, he cannot escape. This catastrophe... has already appeared. His will has collapsed in the past. There is no past. Where did he come from? Now, he...is dead...huh?" Xuan Jiu Before the old man finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed. Under this change, before he had time to take any action, his body trembled suddenly, and the dissipating vortex mist in front of him Inside, suddenly like a dead tree blooming with spring, it... stopped dissipating, and was about to return to nothingness very quickly.
"This is impossible, this..." Xuan Jiu's eyes showed madness, and he was about to grab the cyclone again...
At the same time, in the Anchen camp.
"Spirit!!" Su Ming's eyes suddenly opened. He was surrounded by the Anchen camp, the 137 realms. Emperor Yan Peichen was looking at Su Ming intently, as well as the big man from the Xiongtu tribe and his tribe. Now All of them looked pale. At that moment, they clearly felt a strong aura of death on Su Ming.
This aura was so strong that it seemed like it could flood the entire world, but... the moment the aura reached its peak, it suddenly disappeared without a trace. At the same time, Su Ming opened his eyes.
His will returned to his body again, as if everything before was an illusion, an episode that had never happened in the past years, but it was this episode that made Su Ming feel like he had been baptized. , it has become different from the past in a way that no one else can see, but Su Ming himself is clearly aware of it! !
After he opened his eyes, Su Ming himself didn't know why he said the spiritual word. Instead, he secretly, using that breath as a guide, allowed Su Ming to travel through the scenes in ancient times. Between the past and reality, there is an eternal and confused syllable due to the collapse of the will in the past and the re-unification in the present.
This syllable is spirit!
A spirit, a syllable, seems to contain some supreme and profound meaning.
The moment he opened his eyes, the light that burst out from Su Ming's eyes seemed to make his previously unsatisfied heart suddenly calm. Ning, turned into tranquility in a blink of an eye!
And all of this is because there seems to be a direct connection between these unique syllables in the vastness of time. Su Ming still doesn't know what this connection is, but he can vaguely feel that when he realizes it, That cultivation base, his realm, will be able to rise again, reaching a level...perhaps the level of that young man in black!
This is the direction, this is a direction that has never appeared in Su Ming's mind before, but now, this direction has appeared, that young man is a crisis, maybe it is also Su Ming's calamity, but this calamity can no longer make Su Ming feel uneasy. It was not going well, and he was restless, because Su Ming found his direction, because the unintentional utterance of that syllable made Su Ming reborn, and a powerful belief was born in his soul.
This belief, if Su Ming hadn't faced the decision of the black-clothed young man before, then he might not have been able to achieve this. Everything is only about facing him, only not being afraid, only having peace of mind, mind and spirit Only in exchange for the eternal syllables of the spiritual characters can... let a person truly transform.
"If I can face you for the first time, I can face you for the second time..."
"Whether it's Sanhuang or Sangxiang..." Su Ming's eyes flashed and he lowered his head while muttering. When he looked at the people around him, all the cultivators who met Su Ming's eyes trembled and lowered their heads. Come.
With a wave of his right hand, Su Ming put away the last jade box floating in front of him and dropped it into the storage bag. Su Ming's voice echoed in Emperor Yan Pei Chen's ears.
"Assign me to your matter, and find the result as quickly as possible. In addition... give me a map of the entire Anchen camp." Su Ming's voice fell into Emperor Yan Peichen's ears, and Yan Pei immediately let him know. He lowered his head and said yes without hesitation, feeling extremely shocked in his heart. Apart from Su Ming, he had the highest cultivation level here, so he could see some clues that others could not see.
At that moment, he had a strong feeling that the Su Ming in front of him seemed to be dead, shrouded in the aura of death. The aura of death came from the past, making people feel suppressed and breathless just by looking at him.
However, with the spiritual word that came from Su Ming's mouth, all of this suddenly reversed and changed, like a dead tree in spring, turning decay into magic. This scene echoed in Yan Peichenhuang's mind, causing a big wave, and at the same time, it also made Su Ming in his heart. In his eyes, the degree of mystery is even stronger.
At the same time, Yan Pei took out a jade slip and handed it to Su Ming respectfully. He immediately took a few steps back and waited for the rest of Su Ming's instructions.
Su Ming took the jade slip, glanced at it and then looked back at Yan Pei. He raised a finger with his right hand. Immediately, a vortex suddenly appeared between Yan Pei's eyebrows. His soul flew out instantly and merged into the jade slip. Jane was put away by Su Ming.
"This jade slip has fused your soul. After checking the result, say my name silently in your heart, and I will know your heart." Su Ming turned around, took a step towards nothingness, and disappeared in the [-]th realm of the Xiongtu tribe in an instant.
The bald-haired crane followed quickly, and before leaving, he turned back to look at Yan Pei proudly. However, the pride was not strong, because at the moment when Su Ming's body was filled with deathly aura, it faintly felt the deathly aura. It felt fear and cold that it had never experienced in its life.
At this moment, in the Nisheng camp, it was the Xuanjiu Nisheng who raised his hand and tried to grab the seven whirlpools again. His hand did catch the air whirlpool, but at the moment of contact, he His right hand suddenly collapsed, and when his body suddenly retreated, blood spurted out again. This time, the spurt was black, as if he had suffered some kind of backlash. As he retreated, the whirlpool instantly merged into the vortex and disappeared.
"That cyclone is his life. I exchanged my life for my life to lure it out. But in this life... I can only lure it out this time. I... have clearly seen his death and the collapse of his will. Died by the force of breaking the army...
But he...he obviously died in the past, why can he still exist in the present? Why, why is this! ! Xuanjiu murmured, and spewed out blood again. This time, he closed his eyes at the moment the blood spewed out. Although he didn't die from exhaustion, his vitality was greatly damaged, and he fell into a coma.
A chill suddenly emerged from the hearts of Xiao Song and Fei Hua, who were beside them. They looked at each other and fell silent.
It was at this moment that the strongest slave of the Dark Morning Emperor Cang San in the Dark Morning camp suddenly opened and closed his eyes from where he was meditating, revealing fighting intent and murderous intent. The moment Su Ming left the One, Three, Seven Realms, He felt Su Ming's presence.
"I want to fight with you. After this battle, I will be called the Fourth Slave!"
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There is still one chapter today, two updates tomorrow, and then it will explode in the next three days!My heart is at peace. This matter has nothing to do with WeChat or the circle. It is a mysterious matter that cannot be said or said. But you can rest assured that I am fine. Not only is I fine, but I am very good.
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