Beseech The Devil

    dusk

    In this Divine Essence Star Sea, on this continent, Su Ming saw the sun rising, saw the sunset, and saw the evening.

    This matter cannot be explained. It is clearly in a dark starry sky. It is obvious that this continent is floating in the starry sky, because of the sunshine, why the day and night.

    But the sun is indeed there. The strange thing is that when you step into the starry sky, you can't see it, but it can be seen on the cultivation planet or on the continent selected by Ninth Tribe.

    At this point, Su Ming asked Jiu Mosha.

    That's…The heat of the Fifth Furnace, before the Fifth Furnace, the world of Divine Essence Star Sea is dark, the darkness here is endless, and people are used to the relative darkness.

    When the Fifth Furnace arrived, it made the Divine Essence Star Sea shine.

    It's just that you can see it, but you can't find it unless it's in front of everyone every other age. Someone rumors that this Fine Furnace is in Vortex World. ”This is the answer from Jiu Mosha.

    Su Ming sat on the rock and watched the sun in the far corner of Fifth Furnace gradually fall. When I look at it, I can see that the sun is not a circle, but has the outline of an oven, then…Sure enough, it is Fifth Furnace.

    The afterglow of the dusk is sprinkled on the earth, with the warmth of the day, melting with the cold wind that blows, falling on the person's body, can't tell whether it is warm or cold.

    Su Ming has been here for two days. Since his heart came to Divine Essence Wasteland, he has calmed down, can watch the sunrise, watch the sunset, the tribal lifestyle here, maybe the cultivator will not adapt, But for Su Ming, it is full of familiarity in his memory.

    People, always in a familiar familiar encounter, like to recall the past, like to immerse themselves, to look back at their own lives.

    The sound of the children playing in the ear reminded him of the friendship between the Wushan Tribe and the Ninth Tribe tribesmen, so that Su Ming thought of Ninth Peak and looked around. Su Ming told himself more than once, here…It is a tribe where Shizun once lived for many years.

    The people here, there may still be a figure in their memory.

    “If First Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, and Hu Zi know the news of the Master and come here together, how good…”Su Ming shook his head.

    Sunset, sky night falls.

    The surroundings gradually became quiet, and the children's play became a well-balanced breath. The old man's sleep, Ninth Tribe's tribesmen successively meditated or slept, making the mountain completely silent in the middle of the night.

    Su Ming is still sitting on the rock, watching the dark night sky, not seeing the moon, not seeing the stars, seeing only the endless darkness, as if the whole world is in this moment, only his own, this feeling, Su Ming is used to it.

    Since getting used to this life is a sadness of fate, then why bother to be unable to extricate himself in memory, always like to see the dark sky on the dark sky, a scene of fireworks in the heart.

    Since I am used to life, I always go alone. If I have a past life, I have already been reincarnation for thousands of years.

    Su Ming smiled in the darkness.

    This smile can not see the bitterness of the outsiders. Only those who have really laughed like this will see the ripples in the water as if they were in the water. Only those who have tasted this water know the water. The bitterness.

    What happend to you？A soft voice, without breaking the thoughts Su Ming sinks into the darkness, but gently blends in, wraps around Su Ming's ear, turns into a shadow wearing a burlap, slowly from the house Going out, sitting gentlely beside him.

    "homesick."Su Ming whispered to open mouth.

    "If this is the case, we can leave tomorrow."Xu Hui looked at Su Ming in the dark and could only see the outline, but she liked it so much because she understood that only at this time, what she saw was the real person, not…Dao Kong.

    She understands that she understands, but she does not want to say.

    "Do you believe in life?"Su Ming shook his head.

    LetterThis is Xu Hui's soft answer after a few moments of silence after a few moments of silence.

    "In the cultivator, there are not many people who believe in fate."Su Ming looks at Xu Hui through the darkness.

    "I believe, otherwise I won't be here."Xu Hui softly to open mouth.

    "When you are hurt, you can go to the Guro, and I…Not yet when I got home. ”Su Ming was in the darkness, and the voice brought out the vicissitudes of life.

    "You stay here, just to wait for me to hurt?"Xu Hui looks at Su Ming.

    "Sleep, I want to meditate here alone."Su Ming didn't answer, but was calm to open mouth. There was no vicissitudes in his voice, and there was no memory.

    Xu Hui was not staying. She stood up and walked to the house, leaving the darkness alone to Su Ming.

    "You may be homesick, but more, you are thinking about one person."In the house, the voice of Xu Hui came, and the voice was floating and fell into Su Ming's ear.

    Su Ming was silent, closed his eyes, immersed in the darkness, meditating silently, running his own Culture. In this cold wind, he seemed to return to Ninth Peak, seemingly back to the immortal cave that belongs to him, the same Meditate, look at the sunrise and sunset.

    Cultivator, no dreams.

    Because the dream emerges from sleep, and the sleeping thing can be replaced by meditation for the cultivator, but this night, Su Ming has a dream in this meditation.

    In the dream, he returned to Barbarian Clan's earth. In his dream, he saw Ninth Peak, dream…He also saw Wushan and saw the figure in the jungle in his childhood tribe.

    There are Little Red, there are also…Lonely standing under a big tree, in this snow, wearing a white mane long coat, a girl with wild beauty, alone, waiting on the snow.

    Waiting for an appointment, a contract with her and a boy.

    In the distance, the peaks of the mountains are stacked, the sky is cold and the shadows are scattered, and the earth is accompanied by white snow and pine. The waiting woman is still watching the place.

    A snowstorm, a change in the annual ring, whether she has no regrets…

    Just in the clouds, separated by a few square stars, separated by a few layers of sky, no more books can be sent.

    In the millennium, there is no trace of falling water, and the annual cedar is similar. If the red color does not know whether it will fade, whether the still water can also…No trace.

    "You promised me a bright future, and I have been waiting for you for a thousand years. Just, don't let me wait too long, don't let silence be bleak. ”

    Su Ming opened his eyes and echoed the muttering voice in his ear. He suddenly understood that what he thought might not be a home, not a person, but…A thousand years ago the agreement.

    "Is this my obsession, or, this is someone who deliberately let me start this obsession."Su Ming looked at the sky in the distance and gradually appeared bright from the darkness. I watched the time of the night wash away, and in his heart, he was asking himself.

    "Otherwise, why do I always think of that agreement, otherwise…What I think is not Bai Ling, otherwise…Why did I have a dream when I was meditating! ”Su Ming both eyes stunned from the confusion, but also revealed a cold meaning, like an ancient Ferocious Beast, waking up in a deep sleep, revealing the inviolability of its blood.

    A hegemonic breath suddenly spread from Su Ming's body. He stood up against the sky's first sunshine, stood up and stood under the rock. His figure was shrouded in the sun at this moment, turning around. Sky, Su Ming, who is shining toward the sun, looks at it.

    In his eyebrows, the purple line suddenly opened up and turned into an Evil Eye, and the clouds lingered into ghosts, all of which looked with Su Ming's eyes.

    At the same time, on this sky, in the unmanned, another Su Ming appeared, which is the separation of his Devouring Void Avatar. At the eyebrow of Devouring Void Avatar, Evil Eye appeared at a glance. Direction, look.

    Then, in the West Ring Strange Place, Er Cang Avatar meditating in the purple starry sky, the Candle Dragon snake coiled on his arm, and the body eyes of Er Cang Avatar slammed open, with one of them open. It is his eyebrow Evil Eye deity!

    Evil Eye opened the room, and Er Cang Avatar turned his head and looked in the direction Su Ming looked.

    This is the power of Su Ming's three big Cultivations and the power of Evil Eye. At the same time, all the power of Cultivation broke out and went to see the endless nothingness.

    Their gaze penetrates nothingness, such as passing through the years, crossing the guards of Four Great True Worlds, crossing the entrance to the abyss of Wasteland and looking at Morning Dao True World!

    Seeing the huge Morning Dao True World, the place that belongs to Immortal Clan, there is a war at the moment, that is…Immortal Clan's war with Morning Dao Sect, that is the inexhaustible cultivator that blooms the endless divine ability of life in the sky.

    I saw that behind the boundless battlefield, there was a large amount of land debris in the Formation, in the middle of the position, lying in the flesh.

    Seeing the figure beside the flesh, standing in a black robe, the man raised a slightly dry right hand, pressing the Heavenly Spirit in the flesh, followed by a person, who was also dressed in black Robe, but from the figure, it was a woman, she was whispering there, her voice echoing around.

“……Just, don't let me wait too long, don't let silence be bleak. ”The woman's voice was soft, with a recollection, with a sorrowful grief. At the moment when she finished the sentence, suddenly the right hand pressed the tall black robes of the Heavenly Spirit, violently raising the head and looking at nothingness.

    A bang, a force of impact in the air here, the impact of the wind, did not roll the black figure of the tall figure, but opened the woman's robe next to it, revealing a reveal in Su Ming The face in the eye.

    That's…Bai Ling's face!

    The expression on the face is completely different from the sadness of the previous words. It is coldly indifferent, and there is no calmness in the slightest emotion. (To be continued …… If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (this site) to subscribe, reward, your support is my greatest motivation. )