Chapter 1233 Barbarian Concubine

Su Ming gave up the real world of Daochen and condensed the split of the real world. Although this does not belong to the scope of the real world of Daochen, and although this is the vortex of yin and death, the high level of Su Ming's life is still not that this little dead dragon can offend at all.

Just like the superior, even if it is no longer its own land, it is still not easy to invade.

Drinking back the dead dragon, Su Ming stepped directly into the entrance crack of the barbarian world with a calm look. But at the moment he stepped into the crack, the moment his body was about to disappear, Su Ming's expression suddenly changed.

seemed to be a little puzzled and a little surprised. Soon, the change in his expression was a touch of shock.

Su Ming felt a strong and indescribable power of fate. This fate method is about 200,000, but the intensity of any of them is enough to enslave nearly 300 monks with Su Ming in the real world of Daochen.

That is to say, the power of these 200,000 Taoist laws can be compared with the power of six million monks in the outside world.

Just like this, Su Ming was surprised, not to mention that in addition to the power of these 200,000 ways of fate, Su Ming also felt the existence of nearly a million scattered source methods. Although the power of these ways of fate is not more than the 200,000, each of them is also equivalent to the degree of cohesion of hundreds of people in the outside world.

How can all this not shock Su Ming? If these predestined methods can be used by him, which is equivalent to more than 100 million predestined methods in the outside world, he can even directly come to his true world in the barbarian land and turn this world into a part of his true world.

Su Ming's eyes condensed and stepped into the barbarian land without hesitation. He could strongly feel that the power of these predestination is strong, but no will can absorb it, because all the power of these predestination exists, which is... Su Ming's brand.

It was almost the moment when Su Ming's figure disappeared. In the world where the emperor was in the whirlpool of death, the emperor lying in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes, and his will suddenly spread and covered the whole world.

"I feel the breath of... Su Ming!"

With the rotation of the emperor's will, immediately in this world, a will suddenly came, making the world roar, nothingness distorted, like the end of the world.

"It's not the time to go out, this son will come... let him be like..." The swirlpool of death...can't interfere..."

"The mulberry servant... Death can hide more traces..."

"The arrival of the dark morning and the rebellious saint, the complete collapse of the three wildernesses, until it... comes "It's the time for us to go out."

These wills take the ancient vicissitudes of life. After touching each other with the will of the emperor, they gradually dissipate. With the dissipation of their will, in this dark whirlpool, there are eight entrance cracks in the space world, which instantly close together and disappear without shadow, as if to disappear from these tens of

In the barbarian land, the sky is no longer blue, but khaki. If you look carefully, you can faintly see that there seems to be a khaki halo, which exists in the sky, melting with the sun and falling into the sea.

The whole ground is full of oceans, the sea is soaring, its color is like ink, the black is in pieces, and the waves are like juice...

The islands stand one by one, and you can't see the mainland. Maybe some larger islands are already the continents here.

In the changes of the four continents of that year, in these thousands of years, may have experienced some profound destruction, so that the continents here have either sunk into the sea or turned into isolated islands in the fragmentation of the year.

Whether it's barbarians or witches, and those who are called evil barbarians, at this moment, continue to reproduce in this original barbarian land, today's Dead Sea islands...

Without the distinction of the mainland and the regional differences, the previous sects either disappeared or fell, and rarely prospered. The previous tribes were either destroyed or buried in the deep sea, so... Today, more than a thousand years later, there are few tribes that can be seen in the barbarian world, and there are sects of scale. Not much anymore.

Most of them are... some tribes and sects gathered on the same island, re-condensing to form forces and alliances.

From a historical point of view, the barbarians have transformed, come out of the tribal era, come out of the era of Zongshanmen valve, and enter the struggle of a hundred schools of thought, which is not limited to the tribal sect, but another road of existence.

Too many stories have been submerged in the depths of the sea, too many corpses have not been hidden in the ruins of the deep sea, and there are too many regrets and pursuits, all of which have passed or dissipated with the wind for thousands of years...

"A generation of barbarian gods are cultivated in mountains, and thousands of autumns of our barbarians are rising. The second generation of barbarian gods has been dying for a short time, and the barbarian body is immortal. The soul of the third generation of barbarian gods is left. It is lamentable that the world can't be

There were more than a dozen seven or eight-year-old children, sitting one by one with a bitter face. One of them stood there. When talking about the four generations of barbarian gods, he obviously forgot and looked in front of them in fear, an old man sitting there cross-legged. The old man was wearing a thick sackcloth shirt, with white hair and wrinkles on his face. He was looking at the scared boy sternly.

"Four generations of barbarian gods" "four generations of barbarian gods..."

"Four generations of barbarian gods exorcise immortal prisoners, and their bodies are immortal!" There was a little girl next to the boy. She sighed and said immediately.

After she finished speaking, the boy was relieved, but immediately spoke loudly.

"I had already remembered, I..."

"All right!" The old man sitting cross-legged in front of the group of children said slowly. As soon as he said, the children immediately came down obediently one by one.

"You are the children of the barbarians. You have the blood of the barbarians. Remember this and remember the four barbarians of our barbarians, everything they have paid for the rise of the barbarians.

In particular, a generation of barbarian gods created the glory of our barbarian clan. Four generations of barbarian gods condensed scattered barbarian tribes with the power of one person, and drove the cultivation of the immortals who enslaved us and drove us out of the barbarian land!

These two barbarian gods, you must remember them all your life!!" The old man's words gradually became stricter.

The children immediately nodded one by one. They always remembered the names of the four barbarians and would never forget them. The boy was indeed nervous before, so he slowed down a little.

"Tomorrow, you will accept the Man's enlightenment. Whether you have the qualification to cultivate barbarians, whether you can be blessed by the barbarian concubine when you grow up and achieve the meaning of life cultivation depends on your creation..." The old man's words are no longer harsh, but show kindness.

"I want to be a life-repair!"

"I also want to be a life-cultivation, which is a tribe left by four generations of barbarian gods. My father is a life-cultivation..." These children immediately rose up one by one and shouted one after another. The childish childish voice echoed in the early morning, fused with the sound of the waves around them and spread far

"It's not so easy to become a life-cultivation. Life-cultivation, the only personal tribe left behind before the disappearance of Lord Su Ming, the fourth generation of barbarian god "... The monks in this tribe, with fate to rise to the sky, to modify the inverse of heaven and earth with fate, if there is no

" The old man slowly opened his mouth, raised his head in his words, and looked into the distance.

Following his eyes, he could see that there was an island in the sea not far away from here.

The most obvious thing on the island was a huge statue. The statue was a young man. The young man was wearing a robe and his hands behind his back, as if his hair and clothes were blown up by the wind. He stared into the distance with a majestic look, and the whole statue exuded a strong pressure.

This pressure shrouded around, so that within a radius of thousands of miles, no sea beast dared to approach half a step, but anything approaching will quickly bypass itself.

It can be faintly seen that under the statue of the island, many figures are worshipping...

Their faces are full of fanaticism, and their expressions are full of piety. The statue in front of them is four generations of barbarian gods in the eyes of outsiders, but in the eyes of all the barbarians on this island, the statue is their soul, their ancestor, the hope of life, and the god who created the life clan.

Life clan, inviolable, life clan, should rise!

For more than a thousand years, although the size of this former life island has not changed, there have been more than 30,000 life monks in it, and here... among the life clans, it is called the Holy Land.

In fact, there are a total of 33 islands where Su Ming statues exist in the Dead Sea, each of which has thousands or even tens of thousands of life.

They do not interfere in the wars between the barbarian forces on the countless islands of the Dead Sea. Their position is above all forces, maintaining the balance of the barbarian world and guarding the sea. There are only two of their enemies. One is the endless beast tide in the Dead Sea, which appears every once in a while.

And... Outside creatures that come from the earthy yellow aura in the sky and sometimes come. Whenever one of these two things occurs, it is the time when the life comes out.

On weekdays, they practice attentively, worship statues, and give all their lives to their gods.

In the old man's eyes, behind the statue of the holy land of the life clan, there is a mountain, and there is a huge palace on the mountain that is not luxurious, but full of the atmosphere of the barbarian people.

The appearance of this palace is similar to that of the Dayu Palace. It stands majestically on the peak, and there are bursts of light scattered from outside. The light is not dazzling. Its soft light is a beacon on the dead sea. Every once in a while, barbarians from the islands of the Dead Sea come here to worship.

Because in that palace, she lives in... the earth, the most noble existence. Although she denied it, she was still regarded as the concubine of the four generations of barbarian gods because of the needs of some barbarians. Her name is Fang Canglan.

Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket (to be continued