Chapter 933 Time of a Ballad

If, the birth and destruction of the world is the time of a song.

When the song ends, that is, when the world dissipates... How will you choose the rhythm of this song?

If, the life and death of this life is the time of a song.

When the song ends, it is the end of life... How will you choose, who to write in the lyrics, and sing to yourself.

There is a ballad that will sing the years of a period of disaster. In these years, it is time...

The creators of this song ballad can write their names on it one by one, so that they can accompany the ballad. The echo of eternal life in that time, they can be... immortal.

Once upon a time, there were nine creatures and four ethnic groups. Their names were written in this ballad, and with the glory of the ballad, it was a disaster.

In these years, the ballad has been sung to the end, and it is not over yet, but it will definitely be finished in the end. Today's time is just to write a new score for the reopening of life.

Su Ming looked at the sky giant kneeling in front of him and his huge body, but somehow, what he saw in the giant was a strong sense of death.

This is an old creature that has come to the end of his life. He is still alive, but like a candle that has burned to the bottom at the same time, it is about to go out.

"Please write me in your ballad... I would like to sacrifice everything I have for this..." The giant lowered his head and said bitterly.

From the moment he found that the person in front of him had the breath of extinction, he gave up all the idea. This is something that cannot be robbed or robbed. If he does not have the recognition of this thing, he may be able to take it away.

But once the seed of extinction has been reopened and merged with its recognized person, then... anyone, any force, can destroy the recognized person, but it cannot destroy the seed of extinction, and it cannot be integrated again.

Moreover, the destroyer will be forever disqualified to be written into the ballad.

This matter has always existed in the ancient memory of the giant.

Su Ming was silent. After a long time, he imitated the old man he saw in the debris space and spoke calmly and slowly.

"You, what do you sacrifice?" When Su Ming's voice said this, with a wisp of vicissitudes of life, the black fragments in his soul emitted bursts of ancient breath, which existed in Su Ming's body, slowly precipitated and scattered slightly, making Su Ming become the old man in those years at this moment.

The giant raised his head and his eyes fell on the ground. In a flash, the tens of thousands of sand and soil people on the earth immediately screamed sadly one by one. Their bodies melted in an instant, and they all turned into sand and sand bags of the earth one by one.

The old man of the illusory body trembled, and all this changed so fast that he could not adapt at all. At this moment, he saw that all the people around him died, and he was about to retreat in trembling, but when the eyes of the gods of his ethnic group condensed, his body turned into sand and dispersed with the wind

Scattered together, and the body of the old man on the statue and statue far away from here.

The whole desert, at this moment, lost all its life.

A grain of crystal-like sand flew out of the ground, and each sand grain represented a life. These sand grains condensed together and turned into a treasure bottle, floating in front of Su Ming.

"This is the source of life of the Shatu people. This is my first sacrifice. Please put it away." The giant looked at Su Ming with bright eyes.

Su Ming looked at him. After a moment, he slowly raised his right hand and held the treasure bottle in front of him. At the moment he held the bottle, a black whirlpool immediately appeared in the palm of Su Ming's hand.

This whirlpool did not appear from Su Ming's will, but the black fragments in his soul transformed out of his right hand. After devouring the treasure bottle, he sent a wisp of black silk.

The black silk went straight to the giant in an instant and integrated into his back. The giant's body shook suddenly, and his eyes showed excitement. Although he had just confirmed that the other party was the person who reopened the life, there was still a trace of hesitation. But at this moment, he saw that he had sacrificed every time in ancient years. The black silk he would get later dissipated his inner hesitation. He was extremely sure of the identity of the person in front of him.

"My life has come to an end, but I can still do it for you three times. This is my second sacrifice... It's all I can do now." The voice of the sand giant, with old age, echoed as if waiting for Su Ming's reply.

"I can promise you to write your name in the ballad, but after you take action three times, you will use your divine source as your... the third sacrifice." Su Ming's eyes were condensed and he opened his mouth calmly.

"If the soul is retained, it can be immortal. I will obey my promise." After a moment of silence, the giant echoed the sound of vicissitudes, and his body gradually dissipated until it turned into an earthy yellow sand bracelet, floating in front of Su Ming. There was a blurred face on the bracelet, which was the spirit of sand.

Su Ming looked at the bracelet, took it in his hand after a long time and put it in the storage bag. He looked at the nothingness around him. Now it is dead here.

After a moment of silence, Su Ming rubbed his eyebrows. What had just happened was too abrupt, which made him think a lot. At this moment, he calmed down and thought silently.

For a long time, he subconsciously touched his neck. Although there was nothing there, he seemed to be able to touch the black fragments. With the experience, it slowly appeared in front of him.

"The seed of extinction... the re-opening of life... compose a ballad..." Su Ming's experience of debris space came to his mind. The ancient boat should be the heavenly boat of the sand spirit.

After a long time, Su Ming took a deep breath and stopped thinking about what made him still a little confused. He scattered the Ecang projection, untied the fusion of the split cultivation, held the unconscious Xu Hui, and galloped forward.

A few days later, Su Ming followed the mark he left and walked to the end of this desert full of dead silence. At the edge, he looked back at the desert behind him.

He can feel that this desert is going to death, and there is no life and no life here.

He looked at it and suddenly understood why the name of the black fragment was called... the seed of extinction.

After a moment of silence, Su Ming turned his head and walked out of the desert. In front of him was a starry sky. The starry sky here was very clean. You can't see too much dust and decay at a look, like a calm pool, and you can faintly see a star in the front.

This is a... Xiuzhen star divided into two halves, as if it was cut off by life. At this moment, there are still some connections to each other, but when you look at it, it is a ruin.

"When you go out of the desert, what you see in the starry sky is... my tribe." Su Ming's ears echoed the words of the ninth lonely evil when he left before. Looking at the dilapidated Xiuzhen Star, Su Ming walked away silently.

Gradually approached. In this silence, Su Ming looked at the Xiuzhen star. His pace was getting faster and faster until he didn't know how long it took for him to get close to the Xiuzhen star.

A decadence of years permeates the starry sky, immersing people in it, as if they have become the vicissitudes of life.

Su Ming walked silently. As he got closer and closer, he saw that in the left half of the Xiuzhen Star, there seemed to be countless ruins on the earth, in which there was a broken statue.

Looking at the statue from afar, Su Ming's heart stung. His body shook and appeared on the Xiuzhen Star in an instant, standing on a black earth. In front of him, there were continuous ruins.

Death, the blood, ancient and silence that exist in the years, is the only main theme here.

The statue standing in the ruins lost its right arm. It was... a huge statue covered with black hair. On the top of its head, there was an old man sitting cross-legged. The old man, wearing clothes that could not see the color, raised his head and looking into the distance.

This is also a statue.

Su Ming looked at the old man, put down Xu Hui, who was still in a coma in his arms, slowly walked over, came to the head of the statue, and stood in front of the old man's statue. He looked at the familiar face, and the memories of the past came to his mind.

The old man who always likes to change his clothes on the ninth peak, the old man who took himself to the witch clan to adapt himself to the battlefield, and the old man who taught himself the art of meditation and let himself find a home in the Tianhan Sect.

At this moment, he appeared in front of him.

Looking at the statue in a daunt, Su Ming's eyes shed tears. He knelt there silently and kowtowed nine times to the statue.

"Master..."

His tears fell on the statue, spread out, and sank into the fine cracks of the statue, leaving only a wet mark.

"A thousand years ago, this was the tribe where I was born..." A low voice echoed around, and the place where the sound came was a thin man sitting lonely on an abandoned house not far below.

He is the ninth lonely man.

He lowered his head and touched the house under him. The sound spread in the ruins, with sadness, memories, and the indelible bitterness.

"The old man in front of you is the witch of our tribe. Grandpa doesn't like to talk. Most of the time, he looks silently in the distance. The place he sees is the holy mountain of our tribe and the symbol of our tribe. Grandpa calls it the ninth mountain.

Grandpa said that he had five disciples in his life, and each of them made him proud. He believed that his six disciples would one day pay attention to the whole sky and could pass on his prestige here and be known by him.

How many disciples are you, Grandpa?

"The master has only four disciples, and the mountain is not called the Ninth Mountain, but the Ninth Peak." Su Ming looked at the statue and muttered.

With a slight shock from the ninth lonely body, he slowly raised his head and looked at Su Ming.

"There are five stones in front of you, and you can put your hand on it..."

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