begging

Chapter 1479 Three Desolate Tribulations Three Desolate Tribulations ([-])
Five years, not to mention monks, even ordinary people, five years is not a long time. Although it cannot be described in the blink of an eye, often unconsciously, one does not know how many five years have passed.
And these five years ago, the more than 40 years since Su Ming established his power, can be said to be the quietest period in the hundred years before the countless catastrophes in the entire Sangxiang world.
There is no killing in the past, there is no madness like almost all before the catastrophe, but it has returned to calm. Most of the strong men from the previous era have become silent, and many have even chosen to leave. After all, Su Ming's existence here has no influence on them. For them, strong fear and shadow have formed.
Under such a crisis, no matter how crazy and unleashed they are, they can't maintain it for too long and are always a little uneasy.For them, the past 40 years can be said to be a boring life. Relatively speaking, those monks who escaped into the Daochen Realm seemed to have found the peace they once had. The premise is that if... there were no entire Three Wastelands The vibration of the great world would not have been possible without the ripples of the starry sky almost like the ocean.
Over the past 40 years, the shaking of the Three Wildernesses has become more and more violent. Under the ripples of the starry sky, when people look up, they see that the sky has lost its blue color more than ten years ago, and is instead turbid. The sun has been dark for ten years. It didn't appear, and the moonlight disappeared eight years ago.
Because, stars and continents, not to mention all, but almost half of them, in the vibration of these three wastelands, seem to be immersed in nothingness, and can only see shadows, not all, as if the starry sky was divided into two parts.
One part is the endless echoing ripples, and the other part is under the ripples, like a starry sky like a mirror. The reason why it is called a mirror is because in recent years, if you walk in the starry sky, you can see under some stars and continents that seem to be in the sky. In the void, it seems that there is another world.
Sang Xiang's other wing has reached a point where many people can...see it!
Because these four wings are so close that they form a gap that is invisible to the naked eye. Only after magnifying it countless times can we see clearly the overlap between them, which is almost perfect.
Over the past 40 years, Su Ming has opened his eyes three times. The first time, in the first ten years, after he completed the last ascension in the body of the Hall of All Spirits, his life level was completely transformed, and he became a pioneer. As his spirit merged with his body, he opened his eyes and saw the world on the other side of Sang Xiang, where hesitation and fear came from life.
The second time he opened his eyes was in the second ten years, he seemed to wake up from a deep sleep and saw Sanhuang, Sang Xiang, Su Xuanyi, and Di Tian.
Su Ming could guess some of these people's plans. Although not all of them, he still had some understanding.His eyes were mostly looking at the starry sky below. When it was about to close, he glanced at the void above unintentionally, and a hint of understanding appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The third time he opened his eyes was now, with only five years left before the catastrophe. Su Ming's eyes opened... and never closed again.
Looking at the world, at the starry sky, at nothingness, at the sentient beings in Daochen Realm, Su Ming's eyes were filled with reluctance, with the memories of the past, with all the beauty of Wushan in his childhood, and with the love for him. The world, for his home...a deep sigh.
He knew that everything was going to end. This was inevitable. Even if his cultivation level had reached this level, he still could not change this fact. He even lacked the ability to protect himself. Can he survive this catastrophe? After that, he still existed. He didn't know whether he would have a chance to find his senior brother, Cang Lan and others.
This gaze lasted for four years. Su Ming had not closed his eyes for four years, as if he wanted to remember every starry sky, every star, every continent, and even every face here.
Because Su Ming understood that after this time, if he wanted to see these things again, he could only see them... in his dreams, only... in his memories.
Not everyone has the possibility to witness the destruction of the world, not everyone can see the brilliance in the destruction, and not everyone can lament life before the destruction.
Su Ming is relatively lucky, because he can sit here cross-legged and watch the destruction of the world, watch all the beauty finally become nothingness, watch his home become a dreamland from now on.
Until Su Ming raised his head and looked at the nothingness above, he could vaguely see a whirlpool in the infinity above. There was a river called Wangchuan in the whirlpool, and on the other side of the river, it was called the other side.
That was the place where he sent all his relatives and friends. With his blessings, he hoped that they could be there, and that they could walk out of the catastrophe and avoid the catastrophe that even he himself was not sure of.
Watching, watching, Su Ming showed a smile at the corner of his mouth. The smile was filled with relief and satisfaction. He cherished the most love in his life, and those people he sent to the other side were precious to him in this life.
In this way, Su Ming watched for half a year until he felt the roar of the Three Wastelands. In this short half year, it directly surpassed all the previous ones. Even the entire world was shaking, and when the ripples became stronger and stronger, Su Ming knew that the catastrophe... had begun to appear.
But just when he was about to retract his gaze and organize everything for this most important battle to him, Su Ming's body suddenly trembled.
This tremor caused his eyes to shrink instantly. He stared at the end of nothingness above, staring at the other shore there. He could clearly see that the water of the Forgotten River there actually... reversed flow! !
This scene disappeared in just an instant. Even when Su Ming looked at it again, the river of forgetfulness was still flowing, but the reverse flow of the previous moment caused a strong change in Su Ming's mind.
His body suddenly stood up, and his expression was solemn as never before. The reversal of that moment was by no means a trivial matter. If the Forgotten River can go back, then...it means that the people on the other side can also go back. If it is compared to time and years, , then this may be someone casting a spell to turn all the people sent away by Su Ming... back out of the years!
Fortunately, the reversal disappeared in an instant. With Su Ming's blessing and Su Ming's own magical power, he could carry out this invisible battle to maintain the flow of the River of Forgetfulness, so that there would be no accidents in this matter. .
While thinking, Su Ming's eyes flashed, he raised his right hand and pressed it between his eyebrows, opened his mouth and spurted out blood. After grabbing the blood with his left hand, he pinched it and threw it not toward the endless void above, but toward... With a wave of the starry sky below, its blood immediately turned into nine blood-red rune marks, which instantly merged into the starry sky below.
"Seal the Time Reversal Technique!" The moment Su Ming spoke, his brows and eyes were blood red, and the whole nothingness boomed, making a heaven-shattering noise.
Those people who were sent away were Su Ming's reverse scales, and now even if there is even a slight possibility, someone is going to touch Su Ming's reverse scales. This matter... Su Ming will never accept it.
As he stood up, Su Ming's expression showed an icy killing expression that he had never seen in many years. The cold air emitted from his body instantly made the starry sky appear frozen. The first thing he looked at was the fourth wing. In this world, only the old man who destroys life is qualified to touch Su Ming's reverse scale.
But when he looked at it, he... didn't see Old Man Miesheng, nor did he detect any trace of someone reversing time and space in the fourth wing realm.
Su Ming frowned, his eyes shrank, and his expression showed a moment of contemplation. Suddenly, a loud sound that seemed like the beginning of the starry sky suddenly whirled around in the starry sky.
The reverberation of this voice filled the Three Wilderness Realms, affected the Divine Source Star Sea, spread to the Dark Morning Nisheng, and echoed the Fourth Wing Realm. From within this void, the roaring echo of the Sangxiang Realm came. !
This sound seemed to be the sound of catastrophe. At first glance, it did not sound like a roar. Instead, it sounded like a dying man sighing as his life was leaving!
Those experienced monks from the ancient times were all quiet at this moment. They looked at the starry sky with some kind of melancholy in their respective places. This was not the first time they heard such a sound. They understood that from this From the moment the sound came out... it meant that the catastrophe was coming!
At the same time, at the moment when the sound reverberated, the ripples in the starry sky disappeared in the Three Wilderness Realm, and the starry sky... after the ripples dispersed, it seemed to become transparent, allowing people to see , under that starry sky, there is a starry sky!
As bursts of shattering sounds came out one after another at this moment, the breath of destruction and the power of catastrophe... descended on the entire world of Sangxiang at this moment.
boom!
At this moment, a second loud noise was heard. The echo of this sound was like a funeral song that harvested souls. The moment it came out, most of the monks in Sanhuang immediately looked dull. No matter what they were doing, Everything happened at this moment, a smile appeared on the corner of the mouth, and with the smile, it turned into ashes one by one.
"Catastrophe, this is the legendary death knell of catastrophe...catastrophe...haha..." On the peak of a certain star in the world, an old man laughed crazily and pointed at the sky. The laughter was shrill.
A sect with thousands of monks sitting cross-legged and meditating at the moment, all with smiles on their lips, turned into ashes and became the leader of the sect in front of them, with tears in their eyes.
Scenes like this have appeared in all the four realms of the Three Wastelands, as well as in the tribes of Shenyuan Xinghai. The demise of a clan and the sudden end of the whirlwind of shrill roars often represent the dispersion of a clan.
The strong men from the previous era who permeated many areas of the Three Wastelands looked at this scene one by one. What came to their minds was the sadness of the era they once lived in and the catastrophe. It seemed that at this moment, they were no longer inhumane. Instead, they turned into monks again. It seemed that the roaring like bells made them awaken in the true sense of life.
-
Ask for a monthly pass!One more update
(End of this chapter)