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Chapter 1583: How many reincarnations have there been one less person, no tears?
Sprinkle the sky with blood!
At this moment, Su Ming had no arms, but his action of tearing off the talisman with his mouth carried his persistence, his promise, and his rare... impulsiveness in many years!
It seems that the last time he was impulsive was when he was a member of the Wushan tribe when he was young. His grandfather tied him up in the house and prevented him from participating in the Battle of Wushan. At that time, Su Ming had gone crazy with red eyes, and now, he was like this again.
This should not have happened in his current life, because as many years have passed, Su Ming is no longer the child he was back then. His mind is high enough to restrain his impulses, but... people can't think about everything. Obviously, sometimes...you have to follow your heart.
If he were to look at this heaven-shattering battle between the Dao Proving Tree calmly, Su Ming should not have to fight so hard for the child named Haohao. After all, everyone has a selfish heart, even if it is the child named Haohao. As a child, he had helped him.
But if he had to pay such a price just because of the other party's help, and... it would be a dangerous life and death situation. For Su Ming, who was persistent and wanted to resurrect all familiar faces, maybe he shouldn't do this.
Because of the danger of tearing open the talisman paper, once he dies, all Su Ming's previous efforts will be in vain. From a rational point of view, no matter how you look at it, Su Ming's doing this is extremely unwise. .
But...sometimes, reason is not everything, calmness is not everything, but a clear conscience!
The word "clear conscience" is easy to say, but how many people can really do it... Ask your heart, act according to your inner feelings, and repay those who have been kind to you, even if it is dangerous, especially because of Hao Hao Hao's voice of wanting to go home touched Su Ming a lot.
You help me, I help you, or... I help you, you help me, it's a very simple sentence, but under any reason, it seems difficult to do it, especially the cost is huge, but Su Ming Still chose this way.
At that moment, Su Ming didn't think about right or wrong, or pros and cons. He just wanted to help the child from deep in his heart, to help him... go home.
At this moment, nothingness roared. As Su Ming's figure fell, and as the talisman was torn off by Su Ming, the sealing scar cracked in an instant, and as the scar cracked, a gap was revealed!
At the moment when the gap was formed, the entire third-level space collapsed. The shattered void swept across all directions with the destruction that could bury all life. Su Ming's body fell downwards, but beside him, at this moment As soon as his figure flashed, the child named Haohao clearly saw the way home, but he did not go immediately. Instead, he appeared beside Su Ming and hugged Su Ming's body.
"Help Haohao, Haohao help you..." When the childish voice reached Su Ming's ears, a smile appeared on Su Ming's face. He saw the child named Haohao holding Su Ming and heading straight for the scar in the sky. And go.
"Let's... go home." When Haohao spoke softly, his eyes showed his longing for home.
"Go home." Su Ming murmured and closed his eyes. His body instantly turned into a rainbow in Haohao's embrace, and it rushed into the scar's crack like a meteor.
At the same time, when the third layer of space collapsed and fell into pieces, and the power of destruction raged, Lin Dongdong, the second prince, and the headless figure had to turn into Changhong, and the three of them collapsed in this third layer of space. At the same time, head towards the crack.
Only there is where the vitality is now. If he stays here, even with Lin Dongdong's cultivation level, he will be buried with the entire third layer of space.
In an instant, their figures also rushed into the crack of the scar. Almost at the moment they disappeared, a shocking roar came from the entire third layer of space. Under this roar, the third layer of space was directly shattered and disappeared. In nothingness!
With the shattering of the third layer of space, it is like the eyes of a person slowly closing. When they are completely closed, the world is black, and all nothingness dissipates, as if no longer...
I don't know how much time passed, but a ray of sunlight seemed to fall on the eyelids, as if it could penetrate the eyelids and merge into the pupils, making people feel that the world was not black, but pink. Su Ming...slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was the soft and non-glare sun in the blue sky. The sun fell in his eyes, and then a loud voice came from his ears.
"You're awake." The voice sounded happy. When it fell into Su Ming's ears, Su Ming slowly sat up and saw Haohao sitting next to him.
This five or six-year-old boy is smiling happily at this moment. The smile on his face is very pure, full of happiness, and contains beauty, but compared with the surrounding ruins, it seems that this beauty and happiness are particularly cherished.
The surrounding land, a piece of wreckage and dust, seems to have been buried for an unknown number of years.
You can still vaguely see, you can still vaguely hear the mountains and rivers that used to be here, and the laughter and laughter that used to be here are just the next breath, whether they are faint or faint, they have become nothingness that has been destroyed, leaving only what seems like a raging fire. The remaining traces.
The air of death permeates the surroundings. Perhaps the formation of this air of death is not due to death, maybe... that is because it has been here for too long, and there is no breath of the living, so gradually, strangeness appears, and Silence gave birth to death.
"Here..." Su Ming retracted his gaze and looked around. His pupils reflected all the wreckage and ruins he glanced at, witnessing the former glory of this place.
"This is Haohao's home, but... the appearance has changed, and I can't find it. But I remember the sunshine here, the night sky here, and the breath here." Haohao was silent for a while, seemingly emotional. A little down, but he quickly raised his head, still showing a happy smile, as if he had buried all his unhappiness deeply in his heart, as if he was constantly telling himself that to be happy and satisfied, this is his place. Home.
That smile fell in Su Ming's eyes, and he seemed to see tears. In the silence, Su Ming found that his lost arms reappeared at this moment. This scene made Su Ming thoughtful, and when he looked at Haohao again , he discovered that Haohao's body seemed to be even more blurry than before he was unconscious.
"You..." Su Ming sighed softly, raised his right hand and touched Haohao's head. The five or six-year-old boy looked at Su Ming happily, with a look of deep dependence in his eyes.
"You help Haohao, Haohao will help you." The little boy's smile became more and more innocent. When he looked at Su Ming, the dependence in his pupils became more intense.
This is a child who is already afraid of loneliness. Su Ming is his only support. He does not want to lose Su Ming, because then he will return to the loneliness he once had.
That kind of loneliness, he was... afraid of.
Su Ming was silent. After a long time, he nodded. While sitting cross-legged and meditating, he slowly closed his eyes. In this strange world, although Su Ming didn't feel too unfamiliar, cultivation was everything. At this moment, while meditating, Almost as soon as Su Ming's cultivation started to work, he immediately discovered that some of the cultivation that had poured in from Hao Hao had been integrated into his body.
Although the fusion was not much, the seventh level of his sixth level Dao Master appeared in Su Ming's third eye, and the majestic cultivation level in Su Ming's body gave Su Ming a strong feeling. It feels that if he can refine all the power of cultivation, he seems to be able to...condensate the eighth level of Dao Zun and achieve the realm of his own Dao Zun.
Time passed slowly, and at dusk, the sky and the earth gradually darkened, until the night sky was filled with stars. Su Ming opened his eyes. He saw Haohao beside him, looking at the sky, with a confused look on his face. In the confusion, Su Ming Ming seemed to see tears in the corners of Haohao's eyes.
But when I looked closely, there wasn't one.
Time passed like this day by day, and half a month later, Su Ming and Haohao walked through the ruins, walking in this world filled with death, just walking, walking.
They walked through abandoned cities one after another without seeing any figure. Even the eldest prince and others were scattered after coming to this world, and they did not know where they were.
"This used to be a lake..." Haohao stood outside a tiankeng-like edge, looking at the tiankeng, and spoke softly after a long time.
"I still remember this place..." Haohao closed his eyes, his voice seemed to be filled with memories.
Su Ming stood aside, looking at the sinkhole that was once a lake, looking at the dust and cracks inside, accompanying Haohao, recalling the past here. A few days later, when they left, the sinkhole was still the same.
They walked through the ruins, past the former mountains and rivers, and walked to the seaside. When they looked at it, the sea became a desert, which was also endless, but one represented vitality and the other represented silence.
One is the line between the sea and the sky, and the other is the edge of the sand and soil. The vastness is still there, but there are neither things nor people.
"Nine continents, nine butterfly spirits, they used to surround me, but now... they are all gone..." Haohao lowered his head, squatted down, grabbed a handful of sand here, and looked at it. Then, the sound echoed.
Su Ming sighed softly. He could understand the bitterness in the heart of the child in front of him. He gently touched his head with his right hand until Haohao stood up and hugged Su Ming. This little boy of five or six years old seemed to Cried.
"I am the tree spirit of Zhengdao. I... have no tears, but I want to cry. When I come back here, I feel uncomfortable..." After a long time, the little boy raised his head, looked at Su Ming, and murmured.
Listening to the childish voice, Su Ming's heart was touched again. He looked at the little boy, knelt down, picked him up, and held him on his body.
"Everything will be fine." Su Ming hugged him and walked away. His voice echoed around, lingering for a long time, as if it was a beautiful promise.
"Take me to the central heart surrounded by nine continents. There... is the place where I was born." The five or six-year-old boy buried his head on Su Ming's shoulder and whispered.
(End of this chapter)