Chapter 502 The Road to Life!

Su Ming's footsteps are still the same. Step by step, he walked through the ravines of the earth in the air, walked to the core of the bat saint, and walked to the peak of this mountain.

There, he saw a stone tablet towering like the tip of a mountain in the distance, with a large number of words engraved on it. Under the stone tablet, an old man sat cross-legged.

The old man was ragged, and his hair was scattered. He couldn't see clearly. He lowered his head as if he were meditating.

"Teens of thousands of years ago, the barbarian god mountain cultivation opened up the barbarian land, created its own skills in the world, achieved the general trend of the barbarians, built the Dayu Dynasty, and worshipped all races. The title of the leaders of all ethnic groups required the consent of the barbarian gods... After that, he left the throne and left him alive...

There is a scholar who is famous for Chishan, whose name is the soul. In the Dayu Dynasty, he realized the meaning of the barbarian god, and inherited and began to practice, not half of it... It is called the second-generation barbarian god Chishan soul!

The immortals are unwilling, the catastrophe rises again, and the meaning of the morning makes my barbarian land torn apart, and the soul of Chishan is buried in the five continents..." The sound of vicissitudes, swinging on this mountain peak, Su Ming stood in front of the old man who bowed his head and listened silently.

With the old man's words, the handwriting on the stone tablet behind him is slowly dissipating. The handwriting looks clear at first glance, but when you look carefully, it is blurred. I don't know what it is written.

At this moment, Su Ming was sure that his judgment on Wan Lishan was correct before he came. He always remembered that in Zhu Jiuyin's body, the remaining barbarian he met, although he only said half of what he said, the ten thousand words he finally spit out made Su Ming hear Wan Li Shanyi. After the words, there was some speculation.

"For the next ten thousand years, I was born in the eastern wilderness. I pretended to be able to accept the meaning of the barbarian gods. After going through the danger, I finally went to the great danger. What I saw, heard and felt, but... It is not half of the second generation of barbaric gods. Although it is called the third generation, it is not enough to become a god... Looking for the traces of the ancestors and being buried in the nine yin world...

I still think I'm awake, but after all, I don't mean it..." The sound of vicissitudes gradually dissipated, and the old man sitting cross-legged beside the stone tablet slowly raised his head at this moment.

That's a very ordinary face, but there are traces of years on it. The old look makes people feel the passage of time and the vicissitudes of life at a glance.

"I know I can definitely see you." The old man looked at Su Ming and opened his mouth calmly.

Su Ming looked at the old man in front of him and said nothing.

"The difference is that you are captured, or you come by yourself. If you are captured, you are not worthy of my barbarian cultivation, which is not enough to create a barbarian image!

It's better to stay and become the soul of our barbarian clan and sink forever.

If you come by yourself, you can inherit from me..." The old man said slowly, and the barbarian lines gradually appeared on his face, which looked like a burning moon in the middle of his eyebrows!

"After my will is dissipated, I will send my soul back to Dayu, and my soul will become the cultivation of the barbarian clan, breaking through the introduction of the barbarian soul realm...

After the barbarian soul, the bloodline suddenly changed, and the blood, bone, and soul were cultivated. If everything inside and outside is complete, what is cultivated at this moment is not your own body, but your life!

Step through the path to find your own lack of life, this is the lack of life!

Know your own defects, such as knowing the regrets of heaven and earth, such as understanding the changes in the world, this is the palace of life!

God's life palace, Hua Mang endlessly can lead the power of the world, this is the life world!

Life grid, life shortage, life palace, life world, this is the barbarian soul, the barbarian life cultivation road, if you step into the road of life cultivation!" The old man looked at Su Ming, his words spread, and his voice echoed, but Su Ming still stood there and could not hear.

"The rest of the life is short of fire, so the road of life absorbs all the fires of heaven and earth, but... Until finally, I was stunned to find that this fire was not yang, but the inflammation of the cathode...

There is only one left in this hot month, so I worship the moon, which is called the barbarian of repairing fire!

However, I can't see through the moon and fire, and I don't feel the fire. My own will turns into yin and yang. One is fire and the other is a god. Like the sky, there is darkness and day, and the bitter people stay in the sky. How can you cry alone...

There are countless creations in his life, and finally burying the bones of the sacred weapon, sad, sad, bitter, greedy..." Your old man looked at Su Ming and muttered endless emotions.

Most of the handwriting on the stone tablet behind him has dissipated at this moment, and soon there will be no handwriting at all.

"Three generations of barbarian gods, Li Shanhuo, suddenly look at the sky, close your eyes and stay... If you are a member of my family in later generations, don't forget my path... The stone tablet behind him is the legacy of a generation of barbarian gods, but... Three generations..."

After the old man said this, the last line of handwriting on the stone tablet behind him turned into a blur and finally dissipated. The whole stone tablet looked empty at this moment.

As all the handwriting of the stone tablet dissipated, in front of Su Ming, looking at the old man who muttered, there was also decay on his face, which gradually disappeared in Su Ming's eyes.

At this moment, there is a soft wind blowing away the old man's body, rolling up his ashes, and drifting into the distance. Only in this place where the old man cross his knees, the wind can't disperse at this moment is three round beads on the ground. The color of the beads is dim, but it reveals an indes .

The old man has already died, and what remains may be a wisp of soul, a wisp of will, or a other kind of existence, but no matter what, he has been dead for many years.

So Su Ming never said anything. He had already seen that the old man looked into his eyes before, and there was no figure in his pupil.

At that moment, he understood that what the other party saw was a legacy of many years ago, not himself.

Su Ming didn't understand the so-called awakening, but when he stood on the peak and saw the old man, he saw only three beads that exist on the ground now.

As for this old man, he is illusory, translucent, floating on these three beads. If a virtual shadow remains in the years, all you want is to say those words and inherit the legacy of the barbarian god...

At the same time, the old man dissipated, and at the moment when the stone tablet dissipated, at the bottom of the mountain, the ground gully, the bat saints who existed in countless cracks, trembled one by one, and gradually metamorphized. When it shrank, they changed from the human form, and finally turned into Covering the sky and making a roar, it gradually returned to the gully of the earth for a long time, leaving in groups and disappearing.

As they dispersed, the mountain where Su Ming was located shook and slowly sank. It seemed that he was going to return to the depths of the earth, just like when it appeared.

Su Ming stood on this mountain, felt the sinking of this mountain, and closed his eyes.

He came here on this trip. Although he didn't find the answer in his heart, he seemed to have found the answer vaguely.

"After the barbarian soul, the fate, the lack of life, the life palace, the life world, this is the way to cultivate life..." Su Ming raised his big sleeve with his right hand and rolled up the three beads on the ground and the stone tablet. After he put them into the storage bag, he opened his eyes, looked at the ground where the old man was before dissipated, turned around and walked towards the sky.

After he left the mountain, the mountain slammed and sank, and finally disappeared on the ground. The gullies on the ground regrouped, and gradually the whole ground, without any gaps.

Su Ming was in mid-air, looking a little in a trance, and it took him a long time to recover.

What he saw was an illusory and a word left before the death of the three barbarian gods. This sentence may have been heard by the barbarian in the body of Zhu Jiuyin, but why did he appear in the body of Zhu Jiuyin? Why did he not take away the three beads of the three generations of barbarian gods? This was su

"The legacy of a generation of barbarian gods, three generations... I'm afraid that's why the handwriting on the stone tablet dissipated. Is it only passed on for three generations..." Su Ming turned around and walked in the direction of the valley of the Mingzu. The footsteps in mid-air could reveal the weight of his heart.

"Three generations..." Su Ming muttered. He could vaguely imagine that before those endless years, before the barbarian land was torn apart, a tall figure in the sky of the Dayu Dynasty, with the people under his command, went to the sky. Before leaving, he turned around and looked at the earth.

"Three generations!"

"The cultivation has reached the level of a generation of barbarian gods. The so-called Dayu Dynasty and the so-called barbarian people are no longer important. He rose with the barbarian and left the barbarian song to be praised by later generations, but he can't protect the barbarian forever. It is his last farewell to If it can be surpassed, the legacy will continue. If no one surpasses it, the barbarians... It's no longer his concern." Su Ming's eyes gradually became clear, and he suddenly understood that a generation of barbarian gods would not return to the barbarians in this life.

Su Ming shook his head and disappeared into the dark of heaven and earth.

At this moment, outside the nine yin world, on the land of Nanchen of the barbarians and witches, it is experiencing a shocking catastrophe. This catastrophe can no longer be concealed. Over the years, it has been known by the practitioners of the whole continent.

The disaster of the eastern wilderness!

The disaster should have come a few years ago and was delayed by the witches and barbarians, but now, no way can stop the disaster from coming.

In the east of the south morning, the sea roared, and the huge waves were soaring. A large amount of sea water had submerged half of the witch land. Under the huge sea, countless peaks sank into the sea from then on, and many more creatures lost everything in this disaster.

There are countless fierce beasts in the sea, and the sea giant with half of its head exposed outside. At this moment, with the sea water, they are stepping on the land of the witch clan and walking forward.

The sea roars endlessly. If you stand on the edge of the submerged continent of the witch clan, you can see that there is a huge dark shadow in a place not very far away, and the shadow seems to have no end. This is a magnificent continent, a continent called the eastern wilderness!!

It has finally arrived!

Waiting for Nanchen, it will be a real disaster that is countless times more serious than the spread of the sea today, and it can't even be compared at all. That's... the impact of two continents!!

There must be a piece that will collapse and split!

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