Chapter 881 Residue

Seventeen days have passed since Su Ming stepped into the secret room.

This secret room is not on the ground, but under many attices of the Yu family. Among the magnificent underground palace, this underground palace has been built for tens of thousands of years, which is the most secret place of the Yu family.

At this moment, in the depths of the underground palace, there are two huge stone gates outside Su Ming's secret room, intertwined with each other, forming a forest gate of dozens of feet in size.

There are many bloody runes on this door. These rune civilizations are in the dark, spuding strong fluctuations. Even if you attack with all your strength in the later stage of the position, it is difficult to destroy the stone gate at all in a short time.

Now outside the stone gate, the thirteen old people of the Yu family sit outside respectfully cross-legged one by one, like a guardian. Their enthusiasm for the ancestors of the Yu family enables them to give their lives for this protection.

If someone dares to break in at this time, he will face the crazy action of these thirteen old people.

In addition to these thirteen people, Yurou also sat beside her. Her expression was always elegant. She sat there silently and looked clear with the thirteen old men. Her beauty was even more incompatible with the gloomy and rottenness of the thirteen.

"The ancestor has been closed for 17 days... Is there anything wrong?" After seventeen days of waiting, the thirteen elders couldn't help but be secretly anxious. After all, Su Ming only said a few days before closing.

"Shut up, the ancestor's cultivation is so great. How can there be any problem with him? Obviously, the ancestor is absorbing the vitality of the apostle in order to have a new body better." Someone next to him immediately shouted and scolded. Obviously, the person who shouted was slightly higher, so that the old man who had just opened his mouth to worry bowed his head and said no words.

"Not necessarily!" A vicissitudes of life slowly came out of another skeleton-like old man beside him.

"Have you ever thought about the consequences of the failure of the ancestor?"

"This is impossible. With the cultivation of the ancestors and the preparation of tens of thousands of years, it will definitely not fail."

"That's right. It is also possible for the seventh generation to say, what if... once failed?

"If it is a failure, then it is not the ancestor who appears in front of us. It's the apostle before!" Many of the thirteen people flashed their eyes at the same time, and their thoughts spread to each other.

Only Yurou is in the distance, quiet and doesn't smell at all.

In this long wait, in this slowly breeding of hesitation and speculation, another three days have passed.

Su Ming stepped into the secret room for 20 days. On this day, at dusk outside the underground palace, the breeze stroked gently, making the trees sway. In the underground palace, there was a sudden roar, which echoed.

The appearance of this sound immediately made the thirteen old people raise their heads quickly one by one. They couldn't take their eyes off the door of the secret room, and their bodies stood up from their knees and turned into kneeling.

The roar. It was from the door of the secret room that was the sound of the door slowly being opened from the inside. As the roar became stronger and stronger, gradually, a gap opened in the middle of the door.

The gap was getting bigger and bigger, and when the stone door was about to be fully opened in a moment, the thirteen old men immediately spoke respectfully no matter how they guessed in their hearts.

"I'll wait, see my ancestors!"

With a bang, the stone door was completely opened. It was dark inside, and the green candlelight in the underground palace seemed to go deep into the darkness of the stone gate, but it was stopped outside the door, as if there was an invisible force in it to prevent all the light from coming.

In this darkness, the sound of footsteps gradually came. Echoing in the whole underground palace, the footsteps were not slow. After a few breaths, Su Ming's figure appeared in the stone gate and appeared in front of everyone. His footsteps stopped and did not continue to walk out.

He stood in the darkness, and the dark green light one step away covered the surroundings, so that Su Ming could see the outside clearly, but when the people outside looked at Su Ming, they could only see the blur.

In the face of the words of the thirteen old men, Su Ming did not respond at all. He stood in the darkness and his eyes swept over the thirteen people. At this moment, there was a dead silence.

It seems that even the sound of breathing has disappeared, which makes people feel depressed at the same time as death. This feeling is extremely strong. They kneel on the ground and dare not look up, but they can feel the contraction of sweat pores on their bodies, which is an instinct before encountering danger.

It was precisely because they didn't look up that they felt stronger. They felt an extremely evil, domineering and feminine and perfectly blended out of the stone gate.

This breath is changeable and unpredictable. When it is domineering, it seems to destroy all sentient beings, and when it is feminine, it is like a mud whirlpool, which makes people unable to climb out once they step in. What's more, the inner speculation of these thirteen old people is even more unclear.

In the tension of these thirteen people, the only jade soft look beside her is still indifferent, but all this is just the appearance. In fact, her body trembles slightly, but it is not obvious.

It was not until ten breaths that the breath gradually dissipated. At the moment when the thirteen old men were secretly relieved, Su Ming took the last step from the darkness to the light.

His body was completely exposed, with long gray hair, white gown, and a handsome and almost demonic face, with an inexhaustible vicissitudes of life. It seemed that the vicissitudes did not belong to him, but for some reasons, it remained on him for a short time.

This atmosphere of vicissitudes can never be deliberately made. If there is not enough precipitation over the years and the illusion of seeing through everything, it must not exist in people without this experience.

This vicissitudes of life shocked the thirteen old men in an instant. The decay on their bodies seemed to be too thin in front of Su Ming's vicissitudes, and even not worthy of being called old.

When the minds of the thirteen old men were shaken, Su Ming looked over faintly. His eyes were like a pool of water, calm, but if someone looked carefully, he would immediately be lost in these eyes. The deep hidden eyes was very deep, and there was also a trace of a sense of involuntarily convincing, as if... in this pair With the gaze, everything the other party says can be believed.

This is... As long as you believe, there is a power that exists. This is the feeling that Su Ming got from that sentence in the three days. After the fusion of this feeling with Su Ming's sun, moon, stars and illusion, it has become Su Ming's almost the most powerful and mysterious magic at this moment.

Once used, this technique will change color and the world will be lightless.

"You guys, do you believe me?" Su Ming opened his mouth indifferently. At this moment, he had just recovered from the strange picture in his mind. There were vicissitudes left on his body, and there was also the figure of the white-haired man in his mind. Even in his eyes, he took the sadness of the white-haired man looking at the sky.

The vicissitudes of life, this figure, this sadness, everything that now remains on Su Ming's body, with Su Ming's words, invisibly broke out, making the underground palace distorted and fluctuated, spreading around in an instant, covering the whole underground palace in an instant.

Its voice has a strange power. When it echoes, it even makes the green candlelight here shake violently a few times.

Even at this moment, Su Ming's appearance seemed to have changed, which made people have a sense of ambiguity. It seemed that at this moment, Su Ming had become a white-haired man, standing between the collapsed world with his hands behind his back and looking down at the sky.

This is not Su Ming's power. This is the remnant of Su Ming's perception. It can even be said that Su Ming borrowed the white-haired man, who left only one sentence to condense the power of the terrible man.

This kind of borrowing can only be done by Su Ming at this moment. In addition, even if he feels it again, he can't do it, because after the end of the feeling just now, the sentence disappeared in three days, dissipated in the world, and returned to the years that belonged to it.

Unless Su Ming can really fully understand, then at this moment, he will be the most powerful moment.

Thirteen cultivations were all old people in the later stage of the world. At this moment, their minds had a strong indescribable roar. In this roar, Su Ming's voice was raised in their ears, their minds, and their souls.

This voice has an indisputable voice, with an arrogant voice that even the heavens and the earth will give in, even the sky will bow their heads, and all sentient beings in front of them, if they dare not obey, no matter what kind of cultivation, will disappear instantly.

Under this roar, the thirteen old men all spewed out a mouthful of blood, and even bled in seven orifices. After rolling up and pedaling hundreds of feet in a row, their faces were pale and their faces were frightened. At the same time, they contained a mass of flames.

That's... a kind of purple flame, a kind of flame that is more fanatical than meeting the ancestor of the Jade family.

Even Yurou was at this moment. Under the explosion of the remaining breath on Su Ming's body, she spewed out blood, and her body kept regressing. Her quietness was no longer, her elegance disappeared, and everything in her mind was torn apart at this moment and forcibly integrated into an idea.

That's the idea of following Su Ming!

A purple flame also appeared in her eyes!

"Believe..." When Yurou was short of breath and muttered, the thirteen old men also roared fanatically at this moment.

"Believe!!"

"Believe it!!!"

The echo of thirteen voices made the underground palace set off countless echoes. Under the continuous spread, there was an illusion that the underground palace was trembling.

With the exit of their words, Su Ming's eyes slowly closed, and the remaining breath on his body disappeared, and his figure was no longer blurred.

"Your power is to make people believe from the bottom of their hearts... This power is in my hands, and what I choose... makes people have to give in!" Su Ming opened his eyes, looked strange, and the light in his eyes gave people a sense of endless depth... The bald crane looked at the starry sky sadly, grabbed his bare body, and tried to grab some hair, but did not...

It can only squeeze its eyes into the starry sky and want to shed tears by itself.

"Friends, your favorite grandpa Crane... Ah no... Anyway, I haven't appeared for a long time. Let's discuss it and give me some monthly tickets and recommendation tickets. This is more important than crystals, so that I can take it to threaten the fat man... Please..." RQ