Chapter 473 Sinking

Su Ming muttered and looked down at his right hand. His body has been completely condensed at this moment, and his whole body does not look much different from having a flesh and blood body.

A black robe turned into his body, and his long black hair fluttered, forming a contrast with the white fog around him. At the same time, his figure loomed in the white fog.

Those white fogs are quickly drilling into Su Ming's rest at this moment and being constantly absorbed by him.

Su Ming ignored the white fog. He had more and more minds in his eyes. Gradually, he looked at his right hand and seemed to be meditating.

After a long time, when the last wisp of white fog outside Su Ming's body penetrated into his [body] and disappeared, Su Ming stood there alone on this empty land, and his eyes still fell on his right hand.

Time passed slowly. A few days later, Su Ming's motionless right hand slowly raised, pressed towards the earth, and grabbed it in the air.

"What kind of magic power is this? It's just a simple press, a grab, why does it have such a powerful power here... This press can collapse everything, and this grasp can absorb the essence of the whole body of the collapsed things"... Su Ming closed his eyes, and when he opened it again a moment later, he looked at the sky.

His memory slowly recovered with the absorption of the white fog. In addition to his name, he also remembered his death twice in this strange world.

The first time, he was swallowed up and died, and the second time, the old man in white robe in the sky collapsed and died...

But he just remembered these things. As for how he appeared in this strange world, he was still a little vague.

"Does it have some kind of power that I don't understand in this press..." Su Ming was silent, sat cross-legged on the white ground, looked at his right hand, and continued to immerse himself in the pinch in meditation.

With the passage of time, when the land where Su Ming was located gradually grew a white fog from the ground, and the souls who died at the beginning were about to be resurrected, but as soon as they appeared, these fogs immediately went straight to Su Ming, as if the place where Su Ming was located had turned into a huge whirlpool. This whirlpool can absorb everything.

Those white breaths dissipated in Su Ming's right hand in a blink of an eye and were sucked into his body. Su Ming's eyesight became clearer and clearer, and an extremely comfortable feeling made him close his eyes.

This feeling is a feeling of being fast and powerful, a feeling of soul growth, and a kind of comfort like a transformation. After trying once, it is difficult not to continue.

After a long time, Su Ming opened his eyes, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

His eyes flashed cold, and his body roared like a black smoke. He walked on this white earth. He did not know the passage of time, but only knew that there was a desire in his heart to devour more immortal souls.

Until this day, in front of him, he saw a group of thousands of immortal souls. While he saw them, the group of immortal souls also saw Su Ming.

In the echo of a sad roar, the group of immortal souls roared at Su Ming under the leadership of dozens of obviously powerful souls.

Su Ming stood there, his eyes "flashing. At the moment when those immortal souls came, his right hand was raised and pressed forward. In this press, there was a layer of ripples in front of Su Ming, spreading forward like waves, and the sound of roar came out one after another. Those were in the front. The immortal souls trembled violently one by one, and some of them collapsed directly.

Su Ming's right hand immediately grabbed through the air. Suddenly, the collapsed immortal souls turned into white fog and went straight to Su Ming. The integration of those white fog made Su Ming look up to the sky and let out a comfortable low roar. He rushed forward and fought directly with those undead souls who did not collapse.

Su Ming can't do anything else. He can only press and grab, but it's such a simple posture. After Su Ming tried countless times, he had a kind of strength that he didn't understand. At the moment he rushed into the group of immortal souls, the roar came out one after another.

After a sip of incense, Su Ming stood there alone, bowing his head. His body was filled with thick white fog. In addition, there was no other immortal figure.

For a long time, Su Ming raised his head. His eyes were no longer gray, but shining brightly. He licked his lips, shook his body forward, and flew from the ground and galloped into the distance in the air.

At the end of heaven and earth in the distance, there is a whistling horn, which becomes a guide, so that all the undead souls heard can be summoned to the place where it is.

The sound of the horn also played a role in summoning Su Ming. As he absorbed more and more immortal souls, Su Ming felt that the sound of the horn became clearer and stronger, full of temptation, as if his mission was to make himself constantly strong and go to the land of the horn.

Under his continuous flight, he saw several waves of immortal souls on the earth, but whenever he met, he would press the earth in the air.

In this press, with his experience, with his continuous absorption and strength, from only part of the collapse, gradually expanding to half collapse, until the passage of the years, Su Ming did not calculate. He just felt that after a long time, he flew far, far away, and the immortal soul appeared on the earth. The group, often under his press, had a large-scale collapse.

His body is like flesh and blood, his hair is fluttering, his black robe is dancing while flying, and his right hand has been pressing and scratching at this moment more than many times, which can be called countless!

His strength, he can clearly feel it. This power is that when he flies through the sky, he can see all his immortal souls on the earth tremble without roaring.

It's just... Su Ming's eyes are also in these years, slowly no longer solit, slowly become tired, and slowly a trace of numbness appears.

He looks like this, and the old man he once met, has some gods...

The sound of the horn still exists, but it seems that it will never fly to the place where it came. Until this day, Su Ming suddenly stopped while flying and turned his head to look at the heaven and earth on the right. There, he saw a red rainbow roaring at a very fast speed.

His eyes are similar to Su Ming's, both in the dark, revealing numbness.

Su Ming looked at him. He looked at Su Ming. After the two stared at each other in the air for a moment, the big man suddenly let out a roar. He strode and went straight to Su Ming. When he came, his right hand raised and waved to the sky. Suddenly, on his right hand, a long gun appeared out of thin air. He held it.

After the long gun was held by him, it was thrown by Su Ming as he moved forward. The long gun raised a sharp sound of breaking and went straight to Su Ming at a very fast speed.

Its speed is so fast that in the eyes of outsiders, it pierced Su Ming's chest and penetrated through Su Ming's chest. However, Su Ming can see that at the moment the long gun was thrown out, everything in the world suddenly slowed down. Not only the long gun was slow, but also his body was slow.

Everything was slow. He saw the long gun flying out little by little, little by little, and his right hand was slowly raised until the long gun finally came to him, but his right hand had just been raised. When the pressing action had not been made, the long gun was at a slow speed, the tip of the gun It pierced his chest, and it was torn to the point of pain, which was also slowed down countless times and came from Su Ming's chest.

In his eyes, the tip of the long gun broke his body. After penetrating it, as the pain spread, it slowly penetrated from his body and fell on the ground behind him.

It was not until this moment that the world in front of him suddenly returned to normal. But at the moment when he returned to normal, Su Ming's body suddenly collapsed. In his collapse, Su Ming's right hand suddenly raised and pressed fiercely against the big man.

Under this press, the big man's whole body shook, and the armor burst directly, revealing his body. At the same time, his body was also trembling violently, and cracks appeared.

With Su Ming's right hand, a large amount of white gas went straight to Su Ming with an indescribable degree of intensity? ...

The big man roared crazily, clenched his right hand and punched Su Ming. His speed was very slow, but in Su Ming's view, the big man's speed was to the extreme.

This is a difficult battle. The roar echoes in the world. It was not until a few hours later that the roar gradually dissipated, and the huge white fog permeated here. Its thick appearance can be compared with the extent of all the white fog absorbed by Su Ming along the way.

This thick fog is rapidly decreasing at this moment, and it is constantly absorbed by the people inside it. Half an hour later, with the thinness of the fog, a figure gradually appears inside it.

"The immortal soul... I am the immortal soul of war"... Su Ming muttered that his memory had not recovered, as if no matter how much he absorbed, he could only stay knowing his name.

The only increase is his strength, which seems to have mastered the power of heaven and earth!

He has sunk...

In a vague way, in this gray world, there seems to be a low echo. This voice is very far away and seems to contain years, but if you listen carefully, you can only hear the whimpering horn, and you can't hear the sound transformed by the horn.

"If you sink, I will devoured the resurrection successfully. If you wake up, I am willing to be swallowed up by my peers. I wish it a new life!!"