Chapter 1369 1

Five years, not to mention monks, even ordinary mortals, five years are not long. Although it can't be described in the blink of an eye, it is often unconsciously unknown how many five years have passed.

And five years ago, more than 40 years after Su Mingliwei, it can be said to be the quietest period in the first hundred years of countless catastrophe in the whole mulberry world.

There is no previous killing, no madness before almost all the catastrophe, but returned to calm. Most of those pre-final strong people have been silent, and even many have chosen to leave. After all, Su Ming's existence here has formed a strong fear and shadow for them.

In such a crisis, no matter how crazy they are, no matter how much they are released, they will be difficult to maintain for too long, and they are always a little uneasy.

For them, the past 40 years can be said to have been tasteless. Relatively speaking, the monks who have fled into the real world of Daochen seem to have found the peace of the past, provided that if... there is no vibration of the whole three wilderness world, and the starry sky is almost like the ripples of the ocean.

For more than 40 years, the vibration of the three wildernesses has become more and more intense. Under the ripples of the starry sky, when people look up, the sky has not been blue more than ten years ago, but turbid. The sun has not appeared for ten years, and the moonlight has also disappeared eight years ago.

Because, stars, continents, not to mention all, but almost half of them, in the vibration of these three wildernesses, it seems to be immersed in nothingness, can only see the shadow of the shadow, not all, as if the starry sky is divided into two parts.

Part of it is an endless ripple, and the other part is under the ripple, such as the starry sky of the mirror. The reason why it is a mirror is because of the recent years.

If you walk in the starry sky, you can see that there seems to be another world in the nothingness under some stars and continents.

The wings on the other side of the mulberry phase have reached the point where many people can see it! Because these four wings have formed a gap that can't be seen by the naked eye. Only after enlarging them countless times can you see the overlap between them, which is almost perfect.

For more than 40 years.

Su Ming opened his eyes three times. The first time, in the first decade, he completed the last ascension in the Hall of All Souls.

His life level was completely transformed and became a forefather. In the fusion of his body, he opened his eyes and saw the other side of the world of Sangxiang, where the hesitation and fear of life came from life.

The second time I opened my eyes was in the second decade.

He woke up in a deep sleep, saw the Sanhuang, Sang Xiang, and Su Xuanyi.

I also saw the emperor.

Su Ming can guess what these people's plans are. Although it's not all, he still has some understanding.

He has more eyes.

is to look at the starry sky below until it is about to close.

He glanced at the nothingness above inadvertently, and the corners of his mouth showed a trace of understanding.

The third time he opened his eyes, now, in the only five years left from the catastrophe, Su Ming's eyes opened... and never closed again.

Looking at the world, looking at the starry sky, looking at the nothingness, looking at the sentient beings in the real world of Daochen, Su Ming's eyes are full of reluctance, with the memory of the past, with all the beauty of childhood, and with a deep sigh for the world and his home.

He knows that everything is coming to an end, which is inevitable. Even if his current cultivation has reached this level, he still can't change this fact. Even the power to protect himself is lacking. He doesn't know whether he can still exist after this catastrophe, and whether he has the opportunity to find his brother and Canglan and others. .

This look is four years. Su Ming has not closed his eyes for four years, as if to remember every starry sky, every star, every continent, and even every face here.

Because Su Ming understood that after this time, if he wanted to see these again, only... in his dream, only in... in his memory.

Not everyone is likely to witness the destruction of the world, nor can everyone see the smiration in the destruction, and not everyone can marvel at life before the destruction.

Su Ming is relatively lucky, because he can sit here cross-legged, look at the destruction of the world, watch all the beauty, and finally become nothingness, look at his home, and then become a dreamland.

Until Su Ming raised his head and looked at the nothingness above, he could faintly see that there was a whirlpool in the endless above it. There was a river called Wangchuan in the whirlpool. On the opposite side of the river, it was called the other bank.

It was the place where he sent all his relatives and friends. With his blessing, he hoped that they could be there and walk outside the catastrophe and avoid the catastrophe that even he was not sure of this time.

Looking, Su Ming smiled at the corners of his mouth. The smile was gratified and satisfied. He was affectionate all his life. Those people he sent to the other side were the precious of his life.

In this way, Su Ming watched it for half a year until he felt the roar of the three wilderness worlds. In this short half year, he directly surpassed everything before, and even the whole world was shaking. When the ripples became stronger and stronger, Su Ming knew that the catastrophe... had begun to appear.

But just as he was about to withdraw his eyes and sort out everything to carry out the most important war for him, Su Ming's body suddenly trembled.

This tremor made his eyes contract in an instant. He stared at the end of nothingness above and stared at the other side there. He clearly saw that the Wangchuan water there was actually... backflow!! This scene just disappeared in an instant. Even when Su Ming looked at it again, Wangchuan was still flowing, but the backflow of the previous moment made Su Ming's mind change strongly.

His body stood up suddenly, and his expression was unprecedentedly dignified. The reversal of that moment was by no means a small matter. If Wangchuan could be reversed, then... it represents the people on the other side, and it can also be backwards. If it is compared to time, then this may be someone casting spells and wants to send all the people Let's... come back from the years! Fortunately, the reversal only disappears in an instant. With Su Ming's blessing and Su Ming's own magic, he can carry out this invisible fight to maintain the flow of Wangchuan, so that there must be no accident in this matter.

In the meditation, Su Ming's eyes flashed, raised his right hand and pressed it on the middle of his eyebrows, and opened his mouth to spit out blood directly. After the blood was caught by his left hand, he did not throw it towards the endless nothingness above, but waved at the starry sky below... and immediately turned Nine blood-red rune marks instantly integrated into the starry sky below.

"The art of reversing the years!" The moment Su Ming opened his mouth, the third eye of his eyebrows was blood-red, and the whole nothingness roared, making a shocking noise.

Those who were sent away are his Su Ming's reverse scales, and now even if there is only a slight possibility, there are people who want to touch Su Ming's reverse scales. This matter... Su Ming can never accept it.

When he got up, Su Ming's expression showed the unprecedented cold killing for many years, which made his body emit cold air in an instant, making the starry sky show signs of freezing. The first thing he saw was the fourth wing world, and only the old man who destroyed was qualified to touch Su Ming's scales.

But when he looked at it, he... did not see the old man, nor did he notice any trace of anyone reversing time and space.

Su Ming frowned, his eyes shrank, and his eyes showed his thoughts. Suddenly, it sounded like the loud sound of heaven and earth at the beginning of the starry sky, and suddenly swirled in the starry sky.

The echo of this sound permeated the three wilderness worlds, affected the divine source star sea, spread the dark morning reverse saint, echoed the fourth wing world, and from this nothingness, came the roar echo of the mulberry world! This sound seemed to knock on the sound of catastrophe. At first glance, it didn't sound like a roar, but like a dying man, making a sigh of life leaving! Those experienced monks calmed down one by one at this moment, looking at the starry sky with a certain melancholy in their respective places. This is not the first time they have heard such a sound. They understand that from the moment the sound comes out... it represents the arrival of catastrophe! At the same time, at the moment of echoing, in the three wilderness world, the ripples of the starry sky disappeared in an instant, and the starry sky... After the ripples dispersed, it seemed to become transparent, so that people could see that under the starry sky, there was still a starry sky! The sound of fragmentation, when this moment came out one after another, the breath of destruction, the power of catastrophe, at this moment... came to all the whole worlds of Sangxiang.

Boom! At this moment, the second loud noise came out, and the echo of the sound, like the mourning song of harvesting the soul. At the moment of the sound, most of the monks of Sanhuang immediately looked dull. No matter what they did, they smiled at the corners of their mouths and smiled at this moment, and became flying ash one by one.

"Havoc, this is the legendary havoc death bell... Ha ha ha ha..." On the peak of a star in the world, an old man laughed crazily and pointed to the sky, and the laughter was sad.

A sect, in which thousands of monks, meditated on their knees one by one, with a smile on the corners of their mouths, became flying ash, and became the suzerain in front of them, tears in their eyes.

Such a scene, all of which appear in the four realms of the Three Wildernesses, and in the tribe of Shenyuan Xinghai, the extinction of the clan, the abrupt end of the sad roar, often represents the dissipation of an ethnic group.

The former strong men who permeated many areas of the Sanhuang, looked at this scene one by one, and what came to their mind was the era they used to be, the sadness in the catastrophe. It seemed that at this moment, they were no longer inhuman evil, but turned into monks again, as if The roar of bells made them wake up in the true sense of life.

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