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Chapter 544: Famous East Desolate Life Cultivation Road! (46 supplements)
Su Ming kept walking, step by step, walking through the ravines of the earth in mid-air, entering the core of the bat saint clan, and reaching the peak of the mountain.
There, he saw a stone monument, which was towering and looked like the tip of a mountain from a distance. It had a large number of words engraved on it. Under the stone monument, an old man sat cross-legged.
The old man's clothes were ragged, his hair was disheveled, and he couldn't see clearly. He lowered his head as if he was meditating.
"Tens of thousands of years ago, the Barbarian God Lie Shanxiu opened up the barbarian land, created his own martial arts in the world, established the barbarian tribe, established the Yu Dynasty, and was worshiped by all tribes. The canonization of leaders of each tribe required the consent of the Barbarian God... After that, he sought his throne and robbed him. Go and leave a legacy in this world...
There is a scholar who became famous as Chishan, and his name is Po, he realized the meaning of the barbarian god in the Dayu Dynasty, passed it on and started to cultivate, it is not half as good... It is called the second generation of barbarian god Chishanpo!
Immortal evil was unwilling to give in, and the catastrophe reappeared, with the intention of Daochen, which tore the land of our barbarians into pieces, and Chishan soul was dismembered and buried in the five continents..." The vicissitudes of voice echoed on the mountain peak, and Su Ming stood in front of the old man who bowed his head. , listening silently.
Following the old man's words, the handwriting on the stone tablet behind him was slowly dissipating. The handwriting was clear at first glance, but upon closer inspection it was blurry, and it was unclear what was written.
At this moment, Su Ming was certain that his judgment about Wanli Mountain before his arrival was correct. He always remembered in Zhu Jiuyin's body the words of the remaining barbarian tribe he met, even though He only said half of it, but the word ten thousand that was finally uttered made Su Ming guess after hearing the word Wan Lishan.
"After ten thousand years, I was born in the Eastern Wilderness, claiming to be able to accept the will of the barbarian gods. After going through dangers, I finally reached the Great Yu. What I saw, heard and felt, however... was not half as good as the second generation of barbarian gods. Although it was called the third generation, it was not Ask yourself that you are not enough to become a god...Look for the traces of your ancestors and be buried in the Nine Yins Realm...
To this day, I think I am awake, but in the end I don't understand..." The vicissitudes of voice gradually dissipated, and the old man sitting cross-legged next to the stone tablet slowly raised his head at this moment.
It was a very ordinary face, but there were traces of time on it, and the old look made people feel the passage of time and the vicissitudes of life at a glance.
"I know I will definitely see you." The old man looked at Su Ming and spoke calmly.
Su Ming looked at the old man in front of him and said nothing.
"The difference is that you were captured, or you came on your own. If you were captured, you are not worthy of my barbarian cultivation, and you are not enough to create a barbarian image!
It is better to stay and become the soul of my barbarian tribe and sink forever.
If you come here on your own, you can accept my inheritance..." The old man said slowly, and barbarian lines gradually appeared on his face. The lines between his eyebrows looked like a burning moon!
"After my will is gone, send my soul body back to Dayu. My soul will return to its place. I will become a barbarian cultivator and break through the barbarian soul realm...
After the Barbarian Soul, the bloodline changes suddenly, and the blood, bones, and soul are all successfully cultivated. If everything inside and outside is perfect, what you are cultivating at this moment is not your body, but your destiny!
Break through the destiny and find the path that you are missing. This is the lack of destiny!
Knowing one's own shortcomings is like knowing the regrets of the world and understanding the changes in the world. This is the Palace of Life!
The God Lord’s Life Palace has endless radiance, which can draw the power of the realm. This is the Life Realm!
Fate, fate lack, life palace, life realm, this is the barbarian soul queen, the barbarian life cultivation path, if you step into the life cultivation path! "The old man looked at Su Ming, his words spread and his voice echoed, but Su Ming still stood there, unable to listen.
"The rest of my life lacked fire, so my life cultivation path absorbed all the fires of heaven and earth. However...until I was shocked to discover in the end that this fire was not Yang, but the flame of the cathode...
This is the only one left in the scorching moon, so he worships the moon and is called the barbarian who cultivates fire!
However, if you can’t see through the moonfire, you can’t feel the bright flames, your own will turns into yin and yang, one is the wild fire, the other is the wild god, just like the sky has darkness and day, the sky is bitter and only leaves the sky, why do you cry alone? …
There have been countless blessings in one's life, and in the end, the bones are buried in the Yin Saint's weapon, which brings sorrow, grief, pain, and greed..." You old man looked at Su Ming, and there was endless emotion in his words as he murmured.
Most of the writing on the stone tablet behind him has disappeared at this moment, and soon there will be no trace of writing at all.
"Three generations of barbarian gods, the fire of Mount Li, suddenly looked up at the sky, closed their eyes and stayed... Those who will be my clan in the future will not forget my path... The stone tablet behind them is the legacy of a generation of barbarian gods, but... three generations will do it... …”
After the old man finished speaking, the last line of writing on the stone tablet behind him turned into a blur and finally disappeared. The entire stone tablet looked empty at this moment.
As all the writing on the stone tablet disappeared, the face of the old man who was looking at him muttering in front of Su Ming also showed signs of decay, and gradually fell into pieces in Su Ming's eyes.
At this moment, the wind blew softly, blowing away the old man's body, carrying his ashes, and drifting away into the distance. Only in the place where the old man crossed his legs, what the wind could not blow away at this moment were three round grains on the ground. A shaped bead, this bead is dim in color, but it emits an indescribable strangeness, as if it can swallow up light, and is very conspicuous.
This old man has died long ago, and what remains may be a trace of his soul, a wisp of will, or some other form of existence, but no matter what, he has been dead for an unknown number of years.
So Su Ming remained silent. He had already seen that when the old man looked at him, he did not see his figure in his pupils.
At that moment, he understood that what the other party was looking at was the remnants of an unknown number of years ago, not himself.
Su Ming didn't understand the so-called awakening, but when he stood on the mountain peak and saw the old man, all he saw were the three beads that existed on the ground.
As for this old man, he is illusory and translucent, floating on these three beads, like a shadow that remains in the years. All he wants is to speak those words and inherit the legacy of the Barbarian God...
At the same time, at the moment when the old man disappeared and the writings on the stone tablet disappeared, the bat saints who existed in the mountains, under the mountains, in the ravines on the ground, and in countless cracks, all trembled, and gradually degenerated, shrinking from The human form changed, and finally turned into bats, circling in the sky several times, as if covering the sky, roaring one after another, and after a long time, they gradually returned to the ravines of the earth, disappeared in groups, and disappeared.
As they dispersed, the mountain peak where Su Ming was located began to vibrate, and it slowly sank. From the looks of it, it seemed as if it was about to return to the depths of the earth, just like when it appeared back then.
Su Ming stood on the mountain peak, feeling the mountain sinking, and closed his eyes.
When he came here on this trip, although he didn't find the answer in his heart, he vaguely seemed to have found the answer.
"After the barbarian soul, there are fate, fate, palace, and realm. This is the road to cultivating one's life..." Su Ming raised his sleeve with his right hand and swung it, rolling up the three beads on the ground and the stone tablet. After putting them into the storage bag, he opened his eyes, glanced at the ground where the old man was before disappearing, turned around, and walked towards the sky.
After he left the mountain, the mountain sank with a roar, and finally disappeared on the ground. The ravines on the ground began to close together again, and gradually there were no gaps left on the entire ground.
Su Ming was in mid-air, looking a little dazed, and it took him a long time to recover.
What he saw was an illusion and a speech left behind by the three barbarian gods before they died. Perhaps the barbarian in Zhu Jiuyin’s body had heard this speech before, but why did he appear in Zhu Jiuyin? Why he didn't take away the three beads from the third generation of barbarian gods in his body was a mystery, and Su Ming couldn't figure out the outcome.
"The legacy of one generation of barbarian gods was lost in three generations... I'm afraid that's why the writings on the stone tablet disappeared. It was only passed down to three generations..." Su Ming turned around and walked towards the direction of the Ming Clan Valley. His footsteps in mid-air could be heard. Revealing the heaviness in his heart.
"Three generations..." Su Ming murmured. He could vaguely imagine that in those endless years ago, before the barbarian land was torn apart, a tall figure appeared in the sky of the Dayu Dynasty, leading his subordinates. The man headed towards the sky. Before leaving, he turned back and glanced at the earth.
"Three generations to die!"
"When his cultivation has reached the level of a barbarian god, the so-called Dayu Dynasty and the so-called barbarian people are no longer important. He led the barbarians to rise and left behind barbarian god songs that are praised by future generations, but he cannot The eternal guardian of the Barbarians, who can extend his legacy for three generations, is his last farewell. If anyone among these three generations can surpass him, the legacy will continue. If no one can surpass him, then the Barbarians... will no longer be his concern. Land." Su Ming's eyes gradually became clear, and he suddenly understood that a generation of barbarian gods would never return to the barbarian tribe in this life.
Su Ming shook his head and disappeared into the darkness of the world.
At this moment, outside the Nine Yin Realm, on the land of Nanchen where the barbarians and witches lived, they were experiencing a shocking catastrophe. This catastrophe could no longer be concealed and had been known to cultivators throughout the continent over the years.
Disaster in the Eastern Wasteland!
This disaster should have come a few years ago, and the witches and barbarians tried their best to delay it, but now, all methods are impossible to prevent this disaster from coming.
To the east of the Southern Morning, the seawater roared and huge waves surged into the sky. A large amount of seawater had submerged half of the Wu Clan's land. Under the surging seawater, countless mountain peaks sank into the sea, and many lives were lost in this disaster. everything.
There are countless ferocious beasts in the sea water, as well as the sea giant with half of its head exposed. At this moment, following the sea water, they are walking forward step by step on the ground within the scope of the Witch Clan.
The sea roars and is boundless. If you stand on the edge of the Wu Clan's submerged continent and look around, you can see a huge dark shadow not very far away. The shadow seems to have no end. This is a majestic Continent, a continent called Eastern Wasteland! !
It has finally arrived!
What awaits Nanchen will be a real disaster that is countless times more serious than the spread of sea water today, and even impossible to compare at all. That is... the collision of two continents! !
There must be a piece that will collapse and split! ——
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