Chapter 1202 My Creation

Su Ming's eyes flashed, allowing the rune to approach and integrated into his eyebrows. At the moment when the rune disappeared from Su Ming's forehead, Su Ming's heart was shocked, and the cultivation in his body immediately ran according to a certain trajectory. After a long time, he gradually disappeared, he saw the two figures of a man and a woman He returned to the huge face and disappeared into the sky.

"understand the power of runes, understand your thoughts, turn your thoughts into thoughts, and create your creations with your thoughts!" The old man in white robe glanced around. After opening his mouth faintly, he sat there cross-legged, motionless.

All the people who meditated cross-legged on the platform around were also caught in enlightenment.

Su Ming also sat there, closed his eyes in silence, to understand what the old man said, and to learn the strongest skill of the great barbarian tribe.

"My thought is the thought of the barbarian god..." Su Ming muttered, this is his earliest thought. This is the thought of the barbarian clan that he had already decided at the moment he became a barbarian god.

At the same time that this belief is firm in Su Ming's heart at this moment, Su Ming seems to have seen the passage of time. He saw the movement of the sun, moon and stars, and saw the people on the platforms around him, some leaving and some coming again.

What's more, he saw that someone seemed to have mastered the power of this ancient creation and burst into a dazzling light. He also saw that time was wandering fast. The old man of the tribe died, the middle-aged man became an old man, and the child became a young man. I don't know how many years have passed, generation after generation of The people on the stage have also changed one after another.

As for the old man in white robe, he has also lost his longevity and changed one after another... The spirits in the sky have also appeared again and again in the passage of time, and passed on the ancient times.

Even Su Ming realized that in the passage of many years, the ancestors who came slowly lost their faces and were replaced by a gloom, replaced by a kind of inner panic, until their arrival was no longer as usual as before, but slowly less and less.

But even so, Su Ming can't remember how many times he has been inherited from this ancient times. Until one day, Su Ming watched the disappearance of the ancestors in the sky and the reproduction of the barbarian tribes on the earth seemed to be no longer prosperous. Until this day, he saw the roar of the sky. In the roar, the sky collapsed...

In the fragmented sky, Su Ming saw a lot of spirits. They silently looked at the earth in the sky, looked at the big barbarian, looked at other tribes, and looked at the ethnic group created by them. Su Ming was also looking at them.

They looked gloomy. With reluctance, they created a magnificent hall to continue to inherit in place of them. After that, their bodies disappeared at the end of the sky. Their breath... slowly became nothingness, and a red lightning suddenly came. Su Ming saw at a glance that with the wild beast. The lightning formed in the face and eyebrows is almost the same.

The lightning went straight to the hall created by the spirit, roaring. Although the hall did not collapse, there was an incurable heavy blow...

Su Ming saw all this.

He even saw that in the era when the ancestors disappeared, there was a war between various ethnic groups. In this war, Su Ming saw the death of the barbarians one by one, and saw that in order to ascend, they had turned the previous altar into a promotion platform. One by one, the clan tried to find out the order of the spiritual hall. Su I saw too many deaths.

He saw that the children in the tribe could not play, could not smile happily and innocently, and the people of that clan were gradually withering...

"My intention is to rise the barbarians!" After seeing all this, Su Ming sat on the stage and muttered to himself. This is his intention. It once existed, but now it has become extremely firm.

Su Ming closed his eyes. When his eyes opened again, the years seemed to have passed again. When the big barbarian tribe was about to become an empty ruin, he saw that there was one more person on his platform.

It was an old man, an old man in a robe. There was a spine of a fierce beast in front of him. He looked at the sky, his eyes were blank, holding a stone in his right hand, rubbing on the spine, making a click, click.

The sound echoed, which made people feel tingling in their hearts after hearing it, but at this moment, Su Ming's mind was strongly shaken. He looked at the old man, and his eyes were a little blurred. The old man was a blind man. His appearance was exactly the same as the blind man Su Ming saw in the barbarian land, Su Ming's grandfather, it's the same!!

This scene reminded Su Ming of the world barbarian mountain that the other party had told him.

In this old man, Su Ming can feel a powerful fluctuation. The cultivation represented by this fluctuation is a kind of power that makes Su Ming feel frightened, and what makes Su Ming's eyes contract. It is the old man who is not related to the grandfather and the barbarian old man, but on him. Su Ming feels the The breath of.

Su Ming saw with his own eyes a miserable smile on the old man's face. He raised his left hand and patted on the first stage. Immediately, the spiritual platform shook, and even the whole earth shook, and the sky trembled. At the moment, the whole world was completely changed at this moment.

The day turned into dusk, snowflakes came from the sky, and the whole earth became strange. Even the ascending platform became a high altar. Under this altar, hundreds of thousands of barbarians in black robes knelt down there silently one by one, and a huge palace can be seen in the distance...

At the moment Su Ming saw everything around him, his body trembled. He was familiar with all this. This is... the Dayu Palace he had seen in the barbarians!!

"Crap, click..." The sound echoed around, swaying in the wind and snow for a long time. The wind and snow in the sky were getting bigger and bigger, and the snow was swept by the wind and circled in all directions.

"Is there any hope... Is there any else..." The voice of vicissitudes of life was excited in the wind and snow, with a sadness and an unwilling roar, from the mouth of the old man Su Ming wanted.

The wind and snow sobbed, as if answering the old man's words, but also divided his voice into pieces, and then drowned in the snow wind.

"If there is hope, where is hope? If there is no hope, why let me see it!!" The old man seemed to be crazy, almost hysterical. In the roar of the nine days, Su Ming looked at all this in amazed and was silent.

The snow is even bigger.

"Since you let me see it, there must be hope, but where is the hope...!"

"Today's bright yellow return by mistake, Santai opens the wasteland, the snow wind is coming, and it will be created in the ages, and I want to count it again!" The old man raised his left hand under the trick, and immediately Su Ming saw that the wind and snow around him condensed together at this moment and turned into a wind and snow dragon. He looked up to the sky and roared straight to the sky.

But at the moment when the snow dragon rushed to the sky, it seemed to touch an invisible barrier, and a will seemed to come, and suddenly the snow dragon collapsed.

The old man roared up to the sky, bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, hundreds of thousands of barbarians under the altar bit the tip of their tongue in the kneeling worship, and spit out blood together. Their blood quickly fused together, together with the old man's blood, went After the fusion, it suddenly turned into a bloody blood dragon, carrying the voices and roars of hundreds of thousands of barbarians, and the blood dragon rushed to the sky again.

The roar echoed. When it broke through the invisible barrier and went to the higher sky, it suddenly stopped...

At this moment, the blood dragon seemed to see the sky outside the barrier and saw a picture that existed there.

In that picture, there is only one thing... That's a butterfly, a butterfly flying outside the sky...

Boom!

In the bloody roar, the body collapsed, turned into bloody snowflakes, and fell from the sky. At this moment, the moment the blood dragon collapsed, a completely different voice came from its mouth!

"Shang..."

When the sound was spinning, Su Ming's heart was shaken, and the old man next to him was full of blood, muttering this word.

"Shang..." The stone piece in his right hand was placed on the thirteenth spine of the animal bone at this moment, motionless.

"The world I see, you can't see... you can't see... hope..." The old man muttered bitterly, holding the right hand of the stone, rubbing the animal bones again, making a click.

His figure is obviously bleak, merging with this voice, revealing a sad loneliness and decline.

"Hope... not here, but in the future..." The old man muttered.

At this moment, with Su Ming's closing of his eyes, when he opened it again, the picture had changed. I don't know how many years have passed, heaven and earth roared, and bursts of fog filled all directions. The sad sound before death surrounded him. Su Ming was stunned to see the land become useless under this catastrophe. The ruins, gradually until the surroundings became dead, Su Ming stood up silently. He looked around and saw countless souls.

Those souls seemed to choose Mingwu before Su Ming. Before the advent of the ancient world, when Su Ming ascended to the spirit, they had always existed here and kept silently watching Su Ming. It was not until this moment that Su Ming saw them.

It is an endless soul, which is a soul with a number of more than hundreds of millions of souls. That is the soul of all the dead of the great barbarians. They appeared because of Su Ming and existed because of Su Ming. They witnessed Su Ming's feelings and Su Ming stepping into the spiritual first...

Su Ming looked at them silently. For a long time, his voice was a little hoarse and muttered.

"My creation is to recreate the great barbarian tribe and let your souls rest! This is my creation, and it is also the creation of a barbarian god!" At the moment when Su Ming opened his mouth, all the souls around him bowed to Su Ming.

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