Chapter 1459 I, no tears

Sprinkle the sky with blood!

At this moment, Su Ming, he lost his arms, but he used his mouth to tear off the rune paper, with his persistence, with his promise, with his rare... impulse in years!

It seems that the last impulse was in the Wushan Department when he was young, he was bound by his grandfather in the house and prevented him from participating in the battle of Wushan. At that time, Su Ming was crazy with red eyes, and now, he is like this again.

This should not have appeared in his life now, because with the passage of many years, Su Ming is no longer a child of those years. His mind is high enough to restrain his impulse, but... People can't think about everything clearly. Sometimes... he has to follow his heart.

If you look calmly at this Zhengdao tree tearing up the sky, Su Ming should not let himself fight so hard for the child named Haohao. After all, people are selfish. Even this child called Haohao has helped him.

But if he pays such a price just because of the help of the other party, and... that's the danger of life and death. For Su Ming, who is persistent and wants to resurrect all familiar faces, perhaps he should not do so.

Because of the danger of tearing the rune paper, once he died, all Su Ming's previous efforts would be wasted. From a rational point of view, no matter what, it was extremely unwise for Su Ming to do so.

But...Sometimes, reason is not everything, calmness is not everything, but a clear conscience!

It's easy to say that it's easy to say, but you can really do it. There are a few more people... Ask your heart, act according to your inner feelings, and repay those who are kind to you, even if they are in danger. What's more, because of Haohao's voice of going home touches Su Ming a lot.

You help me, I help you, or... I help you, you help me, it's a very simple sentence, but it seems difficult to do it under any reason, especially at a huge cost, but Su Ming still chose this.

At that moment, Su Ming didn't think about right or wrong, and didn't think about the gains and losses. He just wanted to help the child from the bottom of his heart, to help him... Go home.

At this moment, the void roared. With the fall of Su Ming's figure, and with the rune paper being torn off by Su Ming, the scar of the seal cracked in an instant, and with the cracking of the scar, a gap was revealed!

At the moment when the gap was formed, the whole third layer of space collapsed. The broken nothingness could be buried with the destruction of all life. When it swept all directions, Su Ming's body fell down, but beside him, the figure flashed at this moment. The Haohao child clearly saw the way home, but he did not He stepped away immediately, but appeared beside Su Ming and hugged Su Ming's body.

"You help Haohao, Haohao helps you..." When the childish voice came to Su Ming's ear, Su Ming smiled. He saw the child named Haohao holding Su Ming and going straight to the scar in the sky.

"We... go home." When Haohao opened his mouth softly, his eyes showed his desire for home.

"Go home." Su Ming muttered and closed his eyes. In an instant, his body turned into a long rainbow in Haohao's embrace, and rushed into the crack of the scar like a meteor in an instant.

At the same time, at the moment when the third layer of space collapsed and the power of destruction raged, Lin Dongdong and the second prince also had the headless figure, and the three had to turn into a long rainbow. While the third layer of space collapsed, they went towards the crack.

Only there is where today's vitality is. If you stay here, even with Lin Dongdong's cultivation, it will be buried with the whole third floor of space.

In an instant, their figures also rushed into the crack of the scar. Almost at the moment they disappeared, there was a shocking roar from the whole third layer of space. Under this roar, the third layer of space was directly smashed and disappeared into nothing!

With the destruction of the third layer of space, it is like human eyes slowly closing. When it is completely closed, the world is black, and all nothingness dissipates, as if it is no longer...

I don't know how long it took, a ray of sunlight seemed to fall on the eyelids, as if it could penetrate the eyelids and integrate into the pupils, making people feel that the world did not seem to be black, but pink. Su Ming... slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was the soft and unsightly sun in the blue sky. The sun fell in his eyes, followed by a vast sound in his ear.

"You're awake." The voice was happy. When it fell into Su Ming's ear, Su Ming sat up slowly and saw Haohao sitting beside him.

This five- or six-year-old boy is smiling happily at this moment. The smile is very simple on his face, full of happiness and beauty, but compared with the ruins around him, it seems that this beauty and happiness are particularly cherished.

The surrounding land, a piece of debris, is covered with dust, as if it has been buried for many years.

It can also be faintly seen that the mountains and rivers here can still be faintly heard. The laughter here are just the next breath, vaguely, or vaguely, they have become shattered nothingness, leaving only the traces that seem to be a fire.

Deadness permeates the surroundings. The formation of this death may not appear because of death, or... That's because it has been here for too long, and there is no breath of the living, so gradually, strangeness appears, there is silence, and death is born.

"Here..." Su Ming withdrew his eyes and looked around, and his pupils reflected all the ruins that had been swept away with his eyes, witnessing the former glory of this place.

"This is Haohao's home, but... the appearance has changed. I can't find it, but I remember the sunshine here, the night sky here, and the smell here." Haohao was silent for a while and seemed to be a little depressed, but he soon raised his head and still smiled happily, as if he buried all his unhappiness deeply in the bottom of his heart, as if he was constantly telling himself to be happy and satisfied. This is his home.

The smile fell into Su Ming's eyes and seemed to be seen by him tears. In silence, Su Ming found that his lost arms reappeared at this moment. This scene made Su Ming think. When he looked at Haohao again, he found Haohao's body, which seemed to blur everything more than before he fell into a coma.

"You..." Su Ming sighed, raised his right hand and touched Haohao's head. The five- or six-year-old boy looked at Su Ming happily, with a strong dependence in his eyes.

"You help Haohao, Haohao helps you." The little boy's smile became more and more naive. When he looked at Su Ming, the dependence in his pupils became stronger.

This is a child who is already afraid of loneliness. Su Ming is his only reliance. He does not want to lose Su Ming, because in that case, he will return to his former loneliness.

That kind of loneliness, he... is afraid.

Su Ming was silent. After a long time, he nodded. When he sat on his knees, he slowly closed his eyes. In this strange world, although Su Ming did not have too many strange feelings, cultivation was everything. At this moment, in this meditation, Su Ming's cultivation was almost just running, and he immediately found the cultivation that had poured in from Hao Some have been fused into one's own body.

Although there is not much integration, it makes Su Ming's third eye, his six-fold Taoist lord appears the seventh shadow, and the magnificent cultivation in Su Ming's body makes Su Ming have a strong feeling. If he can refine all the power of this cultivation, it seems that he can... condense the eighth-fold Taoist lord and achieve his own Taoist Realm.

Time passed slowly. At dusk, the world gradually darkened until the stars in the night sky. Su Ming opened his eyes. He saw Haohao beside him and looked at the sky, looking blank. In that confusion, Su Ming seemed to see the tears in the corners of Haohao's eyes.

But when you look carefully, you don't have it.

Time passed day by day like this. Half a month later, Su Ming took Haohao through the ruins, walked in this dead world, and walked like this.

They walked through the abandoned cities and didn't see any figures. Even the eldest prince and others were scattered after coming to the world. I don't know where they were.

"This used to be a lake..." Outside a sinkhole-like edge, Haohao stood there, looked at the sinkhole, and whispered after a long time.

"I still remember here..." Haohao closed his eyes, and his voice seemed to have memories.

Su Ming stood aside, looking at the sinkhole that used to be a lake, looking at the dust and cracks in it, accompanied Haohao, and recalled the past here. A few days later, when they left, the sinkhole was still the same.

They walked through the ruins, through the mountains and rivers of the past, and walked to the seaside. When they looked at it, the sea became a desert. The same view was boundless, but one represented vitality and the other represented silence.

One is the line of the sea and the sky, and the other is the edge of the sand. The vastness is still the same, but things are not human.

"Nine continents, nine butterfly spirits, they once surrounded me, but now... they are all gone..." Haohao bowed his head, squatted down, grabbed a handful of sand here, looked at it, and his voice echoed.

Su Ming sighed. He could understand the bitterness of the child in front of him now. He gently touched his head with his right hand until Haohao stood up and hugged Su Ming. The five- or six-year-old boy seemed to cry.

"I'm a Taoist tree spirit. I... have no tears, but I want to cry. When I come back here, I feel uncomfortable..." For a long time, the little boy raised his head, looked at Su Ming, and muttered.

Listening to the tender voice, Su Ming's heart was touched again. He looked at the little boy, squatted down, picked him up and hugged him.

"Everything will be fine." Su Ming hugged him and walked into the distance. His voice echoed around for a long time, as if it was a good promise.

"Ts take me to the central heart surrounded by nine continents, where... is where I was born." Buried his head on Su Ming's shoulder, the five- or six-year-old boy whispered. RS