Chapter 941 Who's Obsession--

Twilight.

In this divine source star sea, on this continent, Su Ming saw the sunrise, the sunset, and the dusk.

This matter can't be explained. Obviously, it is in a dark starry sky. Obviously, the continent is floating in the starry sky. Why does the sunshine come from, why does the day and night come from?

But the sun is indeed there. Strangely, when you step into the starry sky, you can't see it, but if it is on the Xiuzhen star, or on the continent chosen by the ninth, you can see it.

At this point, Su Ming asked the ninth loneliness.

"That's... the light and heat emitted by the fifth oven. Before the fifth oven, the world of Shenyuan Xinghai was dark. The darkness here lasts endless years, and people have been used to the relative darkness.

After the arrival of the fifth oven, it made the divine source star sea shine.

It's just that you can see it, but you can't find it, unless it appears in front of everyone every other period of time. There are rumors that the real location of the fifth oven is in the whirlpool world. This is the ninth lonely answer.

Su Ming sat on the rock and watched the sun gradually set by the fifth oven in the distance. At this moment, he could see that the sun was not round, but had the outline of an oven. That... it was indeed the fifth oven.

The afterglow of dusk is sprinkled on the ground, with the warmth of the day, melting with the cold wind and falling on people. I can't tell whether it is warm or cold.

Su Ming has been sitting here for two days. Since he came to the abandoned land of the divine source, his heart has rarely calmed down. He can watch the sunrise and the sunset. Maybe the monks will not adapt to the tribal lifestyle here, but for Su Ming, this place is full of familiarity in his memory.

People always like to recall the past, like to immerse themselves in it, and look back at their lives in an accidental familiarity.

The sound of children playing in his ear reminded him of the Wushan Department, the friendship between those ninth tribe, which made Su Ming think of the ninth peak. Looking at everything around him, Su Ming told himself more than once that this is the tribe where the master had lived for many years.

The people here may still have a master in their memory.

"If the eldest brother, the second brother and the tiger knew the news of the master and came here together, it would be great..." Su Ming shook his head.

The sun sets, and the night falls in the sky.

The surroundings gradually became quiet, and the children's play turned into a well-proportioned breath. Under the old man's sleep, the ninth part of the people either meditated or fell asleep one after another, making the mountain completely silent in the middle of the night.

Su Ming is still sitting on the mountain and stone, looking at the dark night sky. He can't see the moon or the stars. All he sees is endless darkness, as if the whole world is left only himself at this moment. Su Ming is used to this feeling.

Since I'm used to the sadness of fate in this life, why can't I extricate myself from my memory? I always like to see the scenes of fireworks blooming in my heart on the dark sky.

Since he is used to life and always goes on alone, he must have been reincarnated for thousands of years if he had a previous life.

Su Ming smiled in the dark.

This smile can't be seen by outsiders. Only those who have really laughed like this can see the astringency that seems to be integrated into the water in the reflection of the water. Only those who have tasted this kind of water know the bitterness in the water.

"What's wrong with you..." A soft voice did not break Su Ming's thoughts sinking into the dark, but gently integrated into Su Ming's ear, turned into a delicate shadow in coarse linen, slowly walked out of the house and sat gently beside him.

"I'm homesick." Su Ming spoke softly.

"If so, we can leave tomorrow." Xu Hui looked at Su Ming in the dark and could only see the outline, but she liked this kind of gaze, because she understood that only at this time, what she saw was the real person, not... Daokong.

She understands, she understands, but she doesn't want to say it.

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

"The letter..." This is Xu Hui's soft answer when a few pictures flashed in her eyes after a moment of silence.

"There are not many monks who believe in fate." Su Ming looked at Xu Hui through the darkness.

"I believe it, otherwise I won't be here." Xu Hui spoke softly.

"When you recover from your injury, you can go to Mingjiu's place, and I... haven't come home yet." Su Ming's voice brought out the vicissitudes of life in the darkness.

"You stayed here to wait for my injury?" Xu Hui looked at Su Ming.

"Sleep, I want to meditated here alone." Su Ming did not answer, but spoke calmly. There was no vicissitudes or recollection in his voice.

Xu Hui did not stop. She stood up, walked to the house, and left the darkness to Su Ming alone.

"You may be homesick, but more you are thinking about someone." Xu Hui's voice came from the house, which drifted away and fell into Su Ming's ears.

Su Ming was silent, closed his eyes, immersed himself in the darkness, meditated silently, and operated his own cultivation. In this cold wind, he seemed to have returned to the ninth peak, as if he had returned to the outside of his cave, the same meditation, the same watching the sunrise and sunset.

Monk, no dream.

Because the dream emerged from the sleep, the deep sleep can be replaced by meditation for the monk, but this night, Su Ming had a dream in this meditation.

In the dream, he returned to the barbarian land. In the dream, he saw the ninth peak, in the dream... He also saw Wushan and the figure in the jungle in his childhood tribe.

There are Xiaohong, and there are also... The lonely standing under a big tree, in the wind and snow, a girl in a white mink coat and a wild beauty, alone, waiting on the snow.

Wait for an agreement, an agreement between her and a boy.

In the distance, the mountains are piled up, the sky is cold and the moon is hazy, and the earth is accompanied by white snow and green pines. The waiting woman is still watching in place.

A wind, snow and dust, a change of years, does she have no regrets...

It's just in the clouds, through a few squares of the starry sky, across a few layers of the sky, there is no more brocade book to send.

Thousands of years, there is no trace of falling into the water, and the cedar is similar every year. I don't know whether the beauty has subsided, and whether the still water can also... without trace.

"You promised me a wish for tomorrow, and I have been waiting for you for thousands of years. It's just, don't let me wait too long, don't let the silence turn dark.

Su Ming opened his eyes, and the muttering voice in the dream echoed in his ear. He suddenly understood that what he was thinking might not really be home or a person, but... an agreement thousands of years ago.

"Is this my obsession, or is it someone who deliberately made me have this obsession." Su Ming watched the sky in the distance gradually brighten from the darkness. Looking at the time of the night washing away like water, he was asking himself in his heart.

"Otherwise, why do I always think of that agreement, otherwise... Why don't I think about Bai Ling, otherwise... Why did I have a dream in meditation!" Su Ming's eyes suddenly became sharp from the confusion, and showed a cold meaning, like an ancient fierce beast, waking up in a deep sleep, revealing the inviolability in his blood.

A domineering breath suddenly spread from Su Ming's [body]. Facing the first ray of sunshine in the sky, he stood up and stood under the mountain rock. His figure was shrouded in the sun at this moment. He turned around and looked at the sky where the sun was shining. Su Ming stared intently.

In the heart of his eyebrows, the purple thread suddenly opened and turned into evil eyes. The clouds and fog wrapped around him into ghosts, and all of them followed Su Ming's eyes.

At the same time, in the sky, in the face of no one's notice, another Su Ming appeared, which was the shadow of the separation of his empty split. In the eyebrows of the empty split, an evil eye appeared at a glance, looking in the same direction.

Then, in the West Ring, the cross-legged split in the purple starry sky, the candle Jiuyin snake coiled around his arm, and the eyes of the Cang split suddenly opened, and then opened the evil eyes of his eyebrows!

When the evil eyes opened, E Cang turned his head and stared in the direction Su Ming saw.

This is the power of Su Ming's three major cultivations to unfold the evil eyes at the same time, and at the same time, all the cultivation power burst out to look at the endless nothingness.

Their eyes penetrated the void, like shuttling through the years, crossing the guarding range of the four real worlds, crossing the entrance of the wasteland of the abyss, and looking at the real world of Daochen!

Seeing the huge real world of Daochen, the place that belongs to the immortals, a war is breaking out at this moment. That is... the war between the immortals and Daochenzong, which is the endless monks, blooming the endless magic power of life in the starry sky.

I saw that behind the boundless battlefield, in a formation composed of a large number of land fragments, in the middle, there is a body lying.

Seeing the figure standing next to the body, there was covered in a black robe. The man raised his slightly dry right hand and pressed the spirit of the body. There was a person next to him. The man was also wearing a black robe, but from the body, it was a woman. She was muttering there, and her voice echoed around.

"...It's just, don't let me wait too long, and don't let silence turn into bleakness." The woman's voice was soft, with a trace of remembrance and a wisp of sadness. At the moment she finished her words, she suddenly pressed her right hand on the tall black robe of the physical spirit, and suddenly looked up at the nihil.

With a bang, a force of impact swirling here out of thin air. The impact was windy and did not roll the tall figure of the black robe, but the woman's robe next to it was lifted, revealing a face exposed in Su Ming's eyes.

That's... Bai Ling's face!

The expression on that face is completely different from the sadness of his previous words. It is indifference and calmness without any emotion.