Chapter 581 Fireworks

Su Ming, leave.

took away the crane that quietly changed from the dragon to bald hair. While the tiger was safe and still asleep, he chose to leave.

Parting is lovesickness. lovesickness is not only for men and women, but also the friendship between brothers.

The existence of the ninth peak stands on the sea, a breath of cultivation, permeating the top of the mountain, on a huge stone tablet. This stone tablet is the thing left by Su Ming to the ninth peak, and it is also the protection that will protect the ninth peak forever.

The stone tablet was erected by Su Ming, and the handwriting on it was engraved by Su Ming. There were not many handwriting, only a few lines.

"Those who hurt the ninth peak, one grass and one tree, kill!"

"Injure the ninth peak servant, kill!"

"Those who injure the ninth peak disciples will be killed by the whole family!"

The three lines of handwriting reveal a huge murderous intention, and there is a strong sense of deterrence. If so alone, it may not be enough to deter the strong, but in these three lines of handwriting, the breath of Su Ming's life-cultivation is enough to surprise the hearts of the barbarian soul!

is enough to shock the immortals!

Such handwriting represents that on the ninth peak, there is a person whose cultivation has reached the threshold of cultivation, which represents this person. In the ages, it will be extremely rare in the barbarian land, who has really broken through the barbarian's death and skill restrictions due to the barbarian god!

This even more represents that once these three lines of handwriting are committed, what will be faced is a terrible enemy, an endless and murderous revenge!

This is the deterrence of **, and it is also the voice of Su Ming's heart, and on this rock, there is not only breath and handwriting, but also a drop of Su Ming's blood on it!

His blood can make Sima Xin take his life, and his blood can make the tiger's son recover. His blood contains Su Ming's will. Once it explodes, he can exert Su Ming's full power!

Because it's in the blood. It condenses Su Ming's destiny!

This blood is printed on the stone tablet, but it is in the hands of Huzi. With this blood, if the ninth peak really encounters an insurmountable disaster, Su Ming can also detect it.

On the day Su Ming left, Bai Su stood on the top of the mountain. Looking at Su Ming's back disappearing far away, she looked silently. She liked Su Ming. She didn't know about this until she left before she became unforgettable.

It's just... Everything has changed, and the refraction of the mirror is no longer the real moon. The blooming flowers...

As a person of the Bai family, she inherited the numerology of Tianhe, although she did not practice the strange art of the black wood. But the ears were stained, which made her understand that the Bai family was doomed to die alone, and everything was doomed.

Maybe it can be changed, maybe... it can't be changed.

Once forced persistence, then the names on the white family tree, their or their death, will become a clear blood light, the fate of Tianhe. The river comes from the sky, and in loneliness, it will return to the sky.

His life is like the passing of the river.

Especially... The fate of Tianhe falling rocks is a short-lived fragrance, reflecting the color of water droplets in the sun. In the blink of an eye, you won't be able to find it.

Su Ming's departure, the ninth peak fell into a quiet place. The protective light curtain outside the island emerged again, covering the island and still guarding it.

Su Ming didn't know who the light curtain was arranged. He also asked the old man in white, and the other party had no answer. He just knew that on the day of the catastrophe, at the moment when the Tianmen rose from the sky, everyone thought that there would be a death here, suddenly, the protective light curtain was displayed. .

No one knows why it came from, no one saw it, who... arrange it.

In the quiet of the Ninth Peak, those who were humiliated under the pressure of Beiling lived in the Ninth Peak again. Su Ming did not drive them away, but gave them a home.

Homeless people, why embarrass the same people...

Su Ming left. His figure walked out of the light curtain outside the island, and his eyes fell on the east, where the eastern wilderness was located.

It's just that he stands on the Dead Sea, surrounded by no one, accompanied by the waves of the sea and the whimper of the wind, and the loneliness buried in the bottom of his heart is more and more.

flew forward silently, towards the eastern wilderness, and Su Ming gradually faded away.

The Dead Sea below covers all the earth. In the depths of the sea, there is a place that Su Ming is familiar with, such as here... there is Hanshan City and the Handan Mountain Chain.

A day later, Su Ming stood calmly in the air. He did not encounter any figure along the way, like this world died, like this world, he was the only one left.

Accompanied by only the wind, only the waves.

Su Ming looked at the Dead Sea below. In his memory, this was the Handan Mountain City before the catastrophe happened, but now, he knows that there is no Handan Mountain under the seabed.

The fragmentation of the mainland, such as the fragmentation of the mirror, the distance between them is large and small, and the position in the memory is only the memory, not the real place.

If you want to find it, you can only go deep into the bottom of the sea and explore slowly.

Along the way, the bald crane also sensed Su Ming's lowness. Instead of disturbing him, he turned his eyes when he was flying, sometimes looking at the sea and his surroundings, and was attracted by all the shining things.

Unconsciously, three days have passed, and Su Ming's speed is not fast. He walked in the air, and the scenes in his memory gradually could not overlap and blurred until he saw the dead sea, an island.

Here // The fastest text update of the book fan building www.shumilou.com No pop-up window no advertisement // It is very far from the place of Tianhanzong. According to the location, it should be close to the edge of the Nanchen witch and barbarians. The island alone exists in the dead sea, without a protective light curtain, no In this dark night, even if you don't look carefully, you won't notice it.

That island is too small...

Su Ming also saw some of such islands on the way. There was no vitality on each of them. In the dead silence, there was no creature at all.

Even if it is true, it is a dead skeleton everywhere.

Su Ming's eyes were withdrawn from the island. He strode, and his body turned into a long rainbow. The bald crane followed him. At the moment when one crane was about to fly in the air, Su Ming's body suddenly stopped. He turned his head and looked at the island again. He was stunned.

The faint firelight, in the darkness of the island, like the starlight of that year, is flashing. It is not a firelight, but more than a dozen places.

At this moment, bursts of joy and laughter faintly came out of the island, mixed with the sound of the waves around, spreading everywhere.

Su Ming clearly remembered that when he looked at the island just now, there was no fire on it, and he did not think that if such an island existed as a barbarian, it could still survive in the dead sea in the past few years without any protection.

This is...impossible!

Su Ming's eyes flashed, and his consciousness spread out and covered the island, but what he saw in his consciousness was nothingness, and there was no life at all.

But everything you see with your eyes is so real.

Su Ming was silent. Under his body shaking, he went straight to the island. The bald crane beside him grabbed the hair, looked at it sideways, and muttered that he also followed him.

A moment later, Su Ming stood on the soil of the island. The sea breeze was full of fishy smell. Except for the faint firelight in front of him, it was dark. Su Ming looked calm and strode to the place where the firelight came.

The island is very small. Not long after Su Ming walked out, he saw the clarity of the fire from afar, and there was a clear laughter in his ear, as well as the sound of children playing.

Until he saw a... tribe in front of Su Ming.

Su Ming's body trembled. The tribe was a small part surrounded by simple fences. In the dark night, a bonfire was lit, and a male and female barbarians were singing around the bonfire.

And by the bonfire, the children chasing each other, there was a crisp laughter like silver bells.

There was also a burst of nursery rhymes. From the mouths of the group of young children chasing, the tribe came out, and the happiness of those adults who sometimes looked back at the children, so that the nursery rhyme fell into Su Ming's ears and had an indescribable courage to answer.

"The same flowers have bloomed for a thousand years, watching the sea turning into mulberry fields alone, looking through a thousand years with a smile, and knowing you have come to the world several times..."

With the appearance of the childish voice, there was also a wisp of a leather tent in the tribe... The whimper, which was sad, but it was perfectly integrated with the sound, which made Su Ming stop and stand silently outside the tribe, listening and listening.

He is familiar with this tribe, how can he not be familiar with it!

Here, he has been here twice. The first time was with his master, the second time he was alone, and now... it's the third time!

Su Ming had forgotten this place. Under the catastrophe, such a small tribe would not exist, but now, on this island, in this dark night, there is nothingness seen by his divine consciousness, but with the naked eye, it is a place where the fire is shining. He... came back again.

"The same flower blooms for a thousand years, look through a thousand years with a smile..." Su Ming muttered, here is the tribe where the old man is!

Su Ming walked forward silently and entered the tribe. The child who was chasing didn't seem to see him. He ran in laughter and penetrated Su Ming's body... and was still playing.

The people around the bonfire don't seem to be able to see Su Ming. As they are, they are in different worlds...

Sometimes prosperity does not mean luxury, but a kind of bustle. In this prosperity, Su Ming's strange fall is the fireworks that nothingness can't hide.

Su Ming penetrated the crowd, looked at those happy smiling faces, and listened to those lovely voices. He silently came to the outside of the sad leather tent. After a long silence, he raised his hand and lifted the curtain.

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