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Chapter 1459: The Three Desolations are not popular enough
This scene was watched by tens of thousands of monks around, and it turned into silence and coldness from the bottom of their hearts. Especially those who were angry and angry before were shocked in their hearts at this moment, and they did not dare to say any words.
In their view, strength is everything in practice, and Su Ming showed his strength, which was a powerful manifestation of holding the sacred tree that no one had been able to refine in the palm of his hand for many years.
The person who can do this kind of thing, how strong he is, is well known by the tens of thousands of strong people in these four weeks. This kind of strength has surpassed theirs by too many.
In the silence, I don't know who was the first to clasp their fists and bow down, and then the others one by one clasped their fists and bowed down to Su Ming, their expressions showing respect from the bottom of their hearts.
This is strength, in their opinion, the strength that determines everything.
Before his enlightenment, Su Ming also thought this way, but now, he understands that strength is just an accessory on the road to truth. It is an auxiliary evolved to make the road to truth smoother. It is only the end and will never be the original intention. , and once the cart is put before the horse, then the path of seeking truth in this life will always go astray.
Su Ming lowered his head and glanced at the sacred tree in his hand. As others thought, no one had been able to refine this tree for countless years. That was because... this tree belonged to Old Man Miesheng.
Therefore, unless one has the same strength as the old man who destroys life, it is impossible for outsiders to obtain it. As for why this thing was placed here by the old man who destroyed life, Su Ming does not want to speculate too much. , he just thinks this thing is good and can be used to travel in the vast wilderness one day.
So, he took it away.
Even when looking at the sacred tree, Su Ming could imagine that the gap in the butterfly's fourth wing might... be caused by the bombardment of the giant tree from the outside world.
After holding his palm and putting away the sacred tree, Su Ming glanced at the monks around him who were clasping their fists at him, and sighed softly. These people were happy because they did not know that the catastrophe more than 300 years later would be their inevitable destruction. .
Ignorance, sometimes, also represents happiness.
Su Ming shook his head, turned around and left. He had to deal with one last thing in the Tianque Realm of the Fourth Wing before leaving here.
As he took steps, Su Ming walked in the starry sky. His steps were not fast, but the starry sky seemed to become smaller under his feet. When he took two steps, he saw the transformed stars where the shepherd boy was.
When Su Ming saw the stars, he saw a shepherd boy, an old man in purple robes, a young man in white robes, and four strangers he had never seen before.
Since these seven people gathered the inheritance, they have stayed in this star world that represents beauty and never left. It seems that they want to spend the last few hundred years here and take a look at this world. The final brilliance.
They are also waiting for Su Ming, waiting for their only hope.
On the stars, outside the bustling city, under a maple tree with red leaves, Su Ming stood there. Behind him was the setting sun. The color was also red. In contrast to the maple leaves, he couldn't see the beauty. He could see the beauty. It's just a touch of sadness falling from nowhere.
When the autumn wind blows, when the autumn leaves fall, when you look back... you may no longer be able to see the figure under the maple tree, nor can you see the sunset behind the figure.
He looked at the afterglow and sporadic lights in the city at dusk, as if he had seen the rise and fall of the entire world, until he was beside Su Ming, the shepherd boy walking from a distance, and even the figures of the old man in purple robe and the young man in white. When they appeared next to Su Ming, they did not disturb Su Ming's gaze, but stood silently aside with respectful expressions.
The four of their friends were also standing aside at the moment, waiting respectfully as they looked at Su Ming.
Su Ming is their hope. To them, it doesn't matter even if they die tomorrow, as long as their way, as long as their understanding can be passed on.
As long as their pulse...continues!
This is a spirit that low-level monks do not understand, and it is also a realm that some high-level monks cannot comprehend. It is precisely because of this kind of spirit and such people in the world of cultivation that we can leave it to future generations. Countless legends and hopes make this starry sky, this vast expanse, people who practice are always there, as if... Brought to the practice of true cultivation!
The setting sun gradually sets, as if it has become the world of this mulberry-shaped butterfly. When it sets, it may not appear again tomorrow. Just like the red maple leaves, once they fall, there is no way to return to the maple tree that dyed them red. Go up, complaining about the wind coming too quickly, complaining about the seasons changing too fast, and even complaining about myself... why I have to fall behind.
Su Ming sighed softly, watching the lights of thousands of houses gradually lighting up in the distant city, watching the sky gradually turning into night. Although he liked the night, at this moment, he would rather everything last forever.
"You guys are here." Su Ming said softly.
The seven people around him immediately raised their heads to look at Su Ming, clasped their fists and bowed one by one.
No one spoke, and no one wanted to speak at this time. Everything was in this prayer, and it was unspeakable and unnecessary.
Su Ming retracted his gaze from the distant city and looked at the shepherd boy. The shepherd boy also looked at Su Ming. Their eyes were focused together. Su Ming saw the sadness in the shepherd boy's expression, as well as a glimmer of hope.
"Your Tao is very special, and it makes me feel deeply, just like your Tao name, Ban Bu Zi... Maybe in your Tao, when you open your eyes, it is existence that makes up for you. When you close your eyes, When you look up, you make up for your existence.
Half complement, half step..."
The shepherd boy's body trembled, and his eyes flashed brightly. He stood there in shock for a long time, then he cupped his fists and bowed deeply to Su Ming.
"Disciple is taught." This is the first time after he became the strongest in his era and watched the catastrophe of the era come while he still existed... he held the disciple's rites and called him a disciple.
This disciple is not a disciple between master and apprentice, nor is it a title of seniority, but... before and after cultivation, a kind of gratitude from those who have mastered it as a teacher. On the road to seeking truth, Su Ming has undoubtedly gone further than them. After a kind of attunement when I turned around, I got the respect of the leader.
"Your way is scattered and mixed. It takes a lifetime of effort to integrate it. It's like ten thousand streams returning to one's ancestors. The mighty heart of the great achiever has become an ocean, but it still can't submerge your own thoughts." Su Ming looked at the purple-robed old man. , spoke slowly.
The old man in purple robe was silent, and after a long time he smiled, without speaking or bowing.
"As for you... you are extremely skilled in swordsmanship. If you use your sword to kill people, you must be strong and not soft. Let me tell you... there is nothing in the sky that cannot be broken, and there is nothing in the earth that cannot be broken. The reason why it cannot be broken or shattered is because the sword has not been released!" Su After Ming's words came out, the young man in white took a few steps back in silence, looked up at Su Ming, clasped his fists and bowed.
"The disciple is taught."
"I have never met the four of you before, but now that I have decided, Su will not wipe away your hope, but I don't know if that world exists." Su Ming looked at the remaining four people. The people were very distinctive. One of them was extremely tall and tall, and the nothingness all around him was faintly distorted when he stood there. Su Ming could tell at a glance that this person's body was under suppression. If all his cultivation was released, his body would be extremely huge.
There are even vague star points on this person's eyebrows. It is obvious that this person has blood similar to that of an ancient god. In fact, similarities can be found in ethnic groups of every era. And this big man, It is the lineage of ancient gods in a certain era.
Next to her was a woman with a dignified expression, but Su Ming saw a faint shadow appearing behind him. It was a being with a single horn and a body that was as green as a monster.
The other person did not cover up his true body. He stood there emitting black energy all over his body. This black energy was rich and highly corrosive. His appearance could not be seen. He could only see a pair of red eyes in the mist, but his true body could not escape Su. Ming's eyes saw that this was a huge creature with two horns.
The last person was a middle-aged man, wearing a green shirt. He looked like an immortal, full of the spirit of being out of the world. This aura was familiar to Su Ming. It belonged to the fairy world he had seen before.
Su Ming just glanced at these people without speaking. Instead, at the moment when the sky turned dark, he raised his right hand, and when he was about to wave it, Su Ming's eyes suddenly flashed.
"It arrived so fast." Su Ming murmured and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they returned to normal. With a wave of his raised right hand, the entire sky instantly roared, turning into a huge vortex. This vortex rotated rapidly. Suddenly, Su Ming's third eye opened and closed in an instant, and the Taoist spirit within him also opened his eyes.
This is Su Ming, who uses his Taoist spirit to guide his will and open a gap in this world that may or may not exist!
"Put your inheritance into it." When Su Ming spoke lightly, the shepherd boy opened his mouth with a decisive expression. Immediately, a black sculpture flew out of his mouth and flew straight into the whirlpool in the sky. .
The eyes of the young man in white flashed. What he sent out was the sword he had been carrying on his back all year round. As soon as the sword was released, even the vortex in the sky shook with a loud bang, as if it was about to stop, which shows the strength of the sword.
The purple-robed old man flicked his big sleeves, and a gap opened under his brows. A fist-sized crystal stone flew out from it, emitting black light and flying straight into the sky.
As for the other four people, each had their own inherited items to give away. A total of seven items were sucked into the vortex in an instant. But at this moment, suddenly, the crystal stones given by the old man in purple robe seemed to be unbearable. Suddenly, there were cracks, and there were more and more cracks, but the face of the purple-robed old man did not change at all. A closer look revealed that this man... was only an empty shell left!
At the moment when other people's expressions changed, the black crystal that was about to disappear in the vortex shattered, and a small man flew out instantly. This small man looked similar to the old man in purple robe, and he let out a unwilling scream. He screamed, trying to rush into the vortex, but in the end... he was indeed shattered into pieces under the rotation of the vortex.
The body of the purple-robed old man also became fly ash at this moment and dissipated in the world.
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Weixin's laptop, as of 8:[-] p.m., it is estimated that the results will not be announced today. I will fight for it tomorrow, because there are many people, and the gap is not big, and it needs to be accurately counted.
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