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Chapter 814 The famous happy smile in Donghuang
The protection of the law this time is extremely important to Su Ming. It is more important than his life, because... once someone interrupts the process and causes the casting to fail, the senior brother will not only be unable to wake up, but will also be in danger. He may never wake up again, his consciousness dissipates, and his whole person... becomes a real headless stone sculpture.
At the same time, Hu Zi, who protects the elder brother's consciousness, will also be unable to sleep due to the dissipation of the elder brother's consciousness. If a person has no soul, even if his body is intact, he has lost his soul.
There is also the second senior brother. He is the one who leads the spellcasting. He uses his magical power to activate the magic of heaven and ghost to awaken the senior brother. However, if he is disturbed and fails, then the heaven and ghost will bite him back and he will...become a person without his own consciousness from now on. One of the ghosts in heaven, also called the remnant soul of heaven and earth, who will never recover.
Huzi knew the consequences of being disturbed, but for the sake of his senior brother, he didn't care. In addition, he believed that his junior brother Su Ming would not be disturbed by anyone, unless... his junior brother died.
But if there is really a danger that the junior brother will die, even if they are not casting spells, they will definitely die by a narrow margin.
The second senior brother also knows the consequences. If he is not from the Ninth Peak, he will not take the risk to do this. But with the first senior brother, he will still make this choice no matter how high the price is.
They gave their lives to Su Ming. For Su Ming, the first senior brother, second senior brother, and Hu Zi were extremely precious existences in his life. He... would not let anyone disturb him. them.
The moonlight was shining on the earth. Su Ming sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain. He looked at the second senior brother who was meditating with his eyes closed and his soul dispersed into the world. He looked at the sleeping tiger and the headless senior brother statue. He still remembered that the second senior brother was casting a spell. Something I said before.
"This casting can be as fast as three months, or as slow as half a year... But with the blood of the witch origin obtained by my junior brother, as long as the process goes smoothly, I am almost [-]% sure that I can revive my senior brother...! "
Su Ming's soul spread out and surrounded the entire Ninth Peak. He felt the many formation restrictions that were placed outside the Ninth Peak during the past two days when he was guarding. There were also the formation restrictions that Huzi had personally placed when he was actually casting the spell. Formation.
It can be said that the entire Ninth Peak is surrounded by tens of thousands of miles, and is filled with formation restrictions. These are the first layer of protection on the periphery.
There are also restrictions on the rock wall on the top of the mountain. This was arranged by Su Ming. He sat cross-legged on the rock, took a deep breath, guarded silently, and waited silently for the passage of time. Senior brother wakes up.
He longed for the happiness that the four of them would have together when the senior brother woke up. They would go to Ximeng and Beizhou together, and accompany him to see if there really was Wushan in Ximeng, and if... there really was Lei Chen.
Let’s go to the Immortal Clan together, to find the Master, and to wash the fairy starry sky with blood.
As he thought about it, Su Ming smiled happily like a child. This smile was rare for him. Only on the Ninth Peak could his smile be so clear, without scheming or calculation. Some are just as warm as family affection.
Jiufeng is like home.
Su Ming looked at his second senior brother, first senior brother, Hu Zi, and his eyes showed determination in his smile.
Unless anyone or any force steps on his body, he will never allow the casting of this spell to be disturbed in the slightest.
Time passed day by day, and the top of the ninth peak was filled with formations. Even Yuxuan and others could only stay outside. If there were any signs of intrusion, Su Ming would take severe action.
No one is allowed to step even half a step onto the top of this mountain.
A depressing atmosphere gradually lingered inside and outside the Ninth Peak, but within this depression, there was a lot of understanding. Everyone on the Ninth Peak abided by the agreement made by Su Ming and were not allowed to set foot on the top of the mountain.
Seven days passed in the blink of an eye. When the morning of the eighth day arrived, there was a small tribe on a land in the Eastern Wasteland. This tribe was not big, only about a few hundred people in size.
In the early mornings of the past, the smoke from the cooking stoves of this small tribe would curl up, and the sounds of children playing would be cheerful. Those early barbarians, the men hunted while the women took care of the elderly, living happily in the quiet without the fairy clan.
But today, there was no smoke in the morning of this tribe, and there was no sound of cheerful play, but... just bursts of shrill and weak screams.
The screaming sound was enough to shake people's hearts after hearing it. It was the astonishing sound made by the woman in despair.
In the tribe, there are dried blood everywhere at the moment, corpses of old people, men, women, and children, scattered on the land of the tribe.
From the dry blood, it could be seen that they had been dead for several hours. Their expressions were filled with despair and confusion, and their death conditions were extremely tragic.
There is no visible resistance, such as unilateral massacres.
There was even a child who was only four or five years old, whose entire body was nailed to a big tree. His frail body was already cold, but the pain on his blue face could be reminiscent of the pain he endured in this kind of death. of severe pain.
Within the tribe, there were five indifferent men standing outside a tent. They were all dressed in black, and their clothes were filled with the light of stars. They turned a blind eye to the hundreds of corpses in the tribe.
Inside the tent was the place where the woman's screams came from. Such voices were heard by different women throughout the night.
When the morning passed, the clear sky seemed unwilling to see the miserable scene on the earth. Dark clouds gradually began to appear, and rain gradually began to fall. When the rain fell, the tent flap was lifted.
A young man walked out while adjusting his clothes. There were stars on his clothes, and the stars were still moving slowly, making him seem to be separated from the world.
This person is none other than the young master of the Immortal Clan, the extremely noble Daoyuan of the Daochen Sect!
He held a fan in his hand with a proud look on his face. When he walked out, the tent flap fell down, so that no one outside could see inside. However, the wind blowing in the rain lifted the tent flap, revealing the inside. The tragic scene in the world.
There were more than ten female corpses, all of them naked. Their eyes were wide open, and the despair and death in their eyes was enough to make people feel heartbroken.
"This barbarian tribe is not interesting. There is not even a decent strong man. The women are even more vulgar. There is no one to look at. They are just trying to survive these days. It is very boring." The young man holding the fan shook his head with a look on his face. Showing regret, he walked out of the tribe.
He had been in this barbarian land for a few days. He hurriedly passed through Ximeng, Beizhou and other places. More than a hundred tribes were killed by his guards, and many women were abused and killed by him, but he did not meet any of them. Very interested in people and things.
"But they say this place is full of Yin Death people. Hehe, I, Daoyuan, have played with so many women in the Yin Death Land. I must show off when I return to the sect." The young man stepped on blood under his feet, stepping on all the corpses. The corpse, the five men in black behind him all had expressionless faces, as if they would not be moved at all even if the earth was falling apart. There was even a strong evil aura looming on them. These were five ruthless people who killed a lot.
On their bodies, bursts of astonishing fluctuations were sealed in their bodies, so that their cultivation levels could not be seen. However, the barbarians who could be summoned by this Daoyuan to accompany them into the vortex of death were obviously not weak.
"It's almost time. Let's go to Nanchen and see Dao Slave Nineteen. How about searching for souls?" The young man said calmly after walking out of the dead tribe.
"Sir, I haven't found the location of the barbarian god of this barbarian tribe, and the spiritual consciousness is restricted here... But along the way, if this barbarian tribe really has a barbarian god, it must be in Nanchen." One of the five men in black said in a deep voice. Open your mouth.
"Then let's go to Nanchen, and then we leave. This place is not interesting." The young man closed his fan and jumped into the air. The five slaves behind him followed and galloped towards Nanchen.
As he galloped through the sky, the young man gasped and looked at the earth from time to time, his expression full of contempt. In his opinion, everyone here looked like uncivilized people, wearing animal skins and coarse linen clothes, even if they were slightly The better ones are far inferior to their Dao Chenzong.
"Primitive, but not barbaric, extremely boring." The young man withdrew his gaze with disdain.
The five people behind him said nothing and followed silently. For them, it didn't matter whether this place was primitive or not. Their mission was to protect the safety of the young master and kill anyone designated by the young master to kill.
And in the eyes of the five of them, this barbarian land... is really fragile and vulnerable. Even if there are a few barbarians who are slightly reluctant, they are at most between the first and second steps. Crush the ants.
There were only a few places that needed to be taken care of, such as the East Wilderness Tower and the Dayu Palace where the Immortals descended. These places were automatically avoided by the five of them without telling the young man.
Not long after, when the young man lost a lot of interest and no longer looked at the earth, they left the Eastern Wasteland and appeared on the Dead Sea.
"Sir, the land of Nanchen shattered into pieces and turned into countless islands... Many of the islands are inhabited by barbarians. Among these islands, the three largest ones have the largest number of people." Among the five men in black , there was a man holding a compass in his hand, and there was a topographic map of the entire barbarian tribe on the compass.
"Let's go directly to the three largest islands." The young man breathed, raised his right hand and waved, and immediately a ten-foot-sized dark long boat appeared in front of him. He stepped into the long boat, and behind him When the five people stepped in, the long boat sped forward with a whooshing sound.
The speed was so fast that he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Not long after, the bored young man on the long boat took out his fan and glanced at the earth. At this glance, his eyes suddenly widened.
"Stop!!" He said immediately, and the long boat stopped in mid-air. Following the young man's gaze, there was an island on the Dead Sea... That was Nanze Island where Fang Canglan was located.
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