Chapter 1235 The sun does not fall!

It was almost the moment when the three figures stopped. Su Ming's figure came out of nothingness. He looked indifferent. As he approached, the figure of the three immediately changed in an instant.

As if the years were reversed, after the self-explosion force on Fang Mu's body was directly reversed, his body retreated backwards, and Yan Luan's tears disappeared in the distance, and his body also retreated and turned into standing with Fang Mu again.

As for the old man Zhou Shan, his raised right hand was put down, and after he pulled out dozens of feet continuously, the power of the reversal of the years around him disappeared.

With the disappearance of his magical power, the old man Zhou Shan's face changed directly, revealing a trace of horror and unbelief. He suddenly looked at Su Ming. What he saw was a strange face, but this strange face brought him at this moment was an indescribable panic and deterrence.

He couldn't see Su Ming's cultivation, but the time was reversed at that moment, and his body and even soul were uncontrolled, which made him deeply aware that the cultivation of the people in front of him surpassed himself too much, just like heaven and earth.

This feeling is even more than when he once saw the older generation of strong barbarians today. Even when he saw him, the other party was standing in the sky, as if the world was faintly setting it up.

He was short of breath and immediately bowed deeply to Su Ming with his fist without hesitation.

"Zhou Shan, junior, meet the senior."

"Zhou Shan..." Su Ming looked at the old man in front of him, and his memory scenes came to his mind. Many years ago, when he was just a barbaric cultivation without dust, he saw the old man who came to Handan Mountain City with great power on all sides, like a god who wanted to kill the ancestors of Hanshan...

At that time, Su Ming, like an ant, could only look up at the coming Zhou Shan with envy and desire. Now many years have passed. When Su Ming saw Zhou Shan again, the scene of that year seemed to be reversed with the years as before.

"Tianhan Zong Zuojiao..." Su Ming slowly opened his mouth.

Zhou Shan's face changed slightly and his body trembled. He didn't know why he knew that he had been a senior with such an unimaginable cultivation in front of him.

He didn't remember Su Ming, and it could even be said that he could not confirm with Su Ming, the barbarian god he knew later, with a teenager from the crowd below when he was in Handan City.

Su Ming looked at Zhou Shan. After a long time, he turned his head and looked at Fang Mu and Yan Luan. At this moment, they were very nervous and extremely pale. In Su Ming's opinion, the two of them immediately hugged Su Ming and bowed deeply.

"See you, senior, thank you for your previous help." Fang Mu took a deep breath, and when he opened his mouth respectfully, Yan Luan was also nervous.

In her body, she can no longer find the heroism when she was the leader of the Yanchi clan. Now she is just a slightly beautiful but old ordinary woman, just a mother.

Su Ming looked at Yan Luan until Yan Luan's heart trembled. She couldn't tell what the person in front of her was thinking. Whether today's matter was helped by noble people or would it be more miserable.

"You have changed, the head of the Yanchi tribe in those years, you... have changed too much." Su Ming looked with emotion, and his voice contained the vicissitudes of life. With the appearance of Yan Luan in his mind, he sighed and opened his mouth.

When Su Ming's voice came out, Yan Luan was stunned. She raised her head and looked at Su Ming in a sway, but no matter how she searched for memory, she could not find Su Ming's appearance at this moment in her memory.

She was at a loss and didn't know what to say for a moment. She couldn't think of Su Ming, who had been slightly tricked by her...

"And you..." Su Ming finally looked at Fang Mu. He looked at Fang Mu, and his eyes slowly showed a touch of kindness, as if the elders were looking at the younger generation. After all, in Su Ming's opinion, Fang Mu was just a child, one of which gave Su Ming a lot of help and a naive child.

Now seeing the child grow up, he can faintly see the familiarity of the past from his appearance. Su Ming's smile was very happy. He raised his right hand and touched Fang Mu's head.

"You have grown up." Su Ming spoke softly.

Fang Mu's heart was shocked. He looked at Su Ming in a daze. Like Yan Luan, he couldn't remember Su Ming's figure in his memory. He looked blank, but the kindness in Su Ming's eyes looked at Fang Mu here, but it was clearly with sincerity and emotion, and this look... also faintly made Fang Mu's It seems that I have found a touch of familiarity.

"The two of them are my old friends." Su Ming turned his head and looked at Zhou Shan. He opened his mouth faintly. His voice was not high, and he did not show any breath. However, with his cultivation, especially after taking away the real world of Daochen, even if he just stood there at this moment, he could still control the sky. Zhou Shan, who is the cultivation of the barbarian soul, The sky is average.

He was extremely nervous, and his body trembled uncontrollably, especially his cultivation in front of Su Ming, as if he could not exert anything, and an invisible unspeakable awe emerged strongly in his heart.

After hearing Su Ming's words at this moment, he quickly took out a large number of Yuanhua from the storage bag and respectfully handed it to Su Ming.

"The younger generation doesn't know that these two friends are old friends. Please don't blame them. I... I..."

Su Ming took the yuan flowers, handed them to Fang Mu, and looked at Yan Luan again.

"Is this enough? What's wrong with the child?

"Enough, enough, the dog is weak, and it is poisoned by the snake in the Dead Sea. This Yuanhua is the main medicinal herb of the antidote. Thank you, senior!" Fang Mu looked excited and patted Su Ming again. Yan Luan also bowed to Su Ming in this heart of confusion and gratitude.

Su Ming smiled on his face. After looking at Fang Mu again, the child figure in his mind slowly overlapped with the current Fang Mu. He shook his head, turned around and took a step towards nothingness, and the figure gradually disappeared in the eyes of the three people.

Although Su Ming left, even if he gave Zhou Shan ten thousand courage, he did not dare to take action against the other two people. At this moment, he hugged the two with some embarrassment and turned around and immediately left.

In the sky, on the dead sea, there are only Fang Mu and Yan Luan left at this moment. The two of them looked at the Yuanhua and Zhou Shan's embarrassment. A dreamlike feeling permeated their hearts. After they looked at each other, they both saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

"Who is that senior...he...?" Yan Luan hesitated for a moment and asked softly.

"I don't have any impression..." Fang Mu was silent for a moment and sighed. He couldn't remember where the familiarity just came from.

"But it's always a good thing. With these flowers, Lin'er will be saved." Yan Luan's expression showed the light of mother's love, muttering and Fang Mu turned into two long rainbows, and went straight to the island where they lived.

Just after the two of them flew out about a piece of incense, Fang Mu's heart suddenly shocked. He had been thinking about who Su Ming was during this incense time.

Now... he faintly remembered something, but this answer made him even more unbelievable. He even turned around suddenly, his face changed rapidly, and his breathing was unprecedentedly rapid.

"I... I should have remembered, but it's impossible, it can't be him, he... he's back? And it doesn't look right, but... but there is no one else except him!!"

Yan Luan's figure followed and looked at Fang Mu.

"Who is he?"

"When I was a child, I met a senior outside Hanshan. He... You must also have an impression. Walk the Hanshan chain and take the Hanshan clock..."

"Su Ming!" Yan Luan's body trembled. He immediately lost his voice before Fang Mu finished speaking.

"Four generations of barbarian gods... Su Ming!" Fang Mu looked excited and muttered constantly. He thought of his aunt...

......

Su Ming didn't know what Fang Canglan had done to the barbarians in these years. He walked in the sky and walked towards Nanze Island, the Dead Sea in his memory.

He remembered that there were many old friends on Nanze Island, where there were Ziyan who were married to Yamu, and there was a car that wanted to follow him quickly, but was left by him.

And the former saint of Haiqiu, Wanqiu.

And... The one who once stood on the top of the mountain, blew his clothes in the wind, looked at himself silently, if he could wait for a lifetime... Fang Canglan.

Su Ming walked forward silently and walked through an island until above an island. Su Ming's figure paused. According to his memory, it seemed that it was not far from Nanze. He saw a huge statue on the island.

Looking at the statue, Su Ming thought of the life clan, the people in it, those... life cultivation!

This is not the holy place of the Ming clan. This is just an island outside the Ming clan guarding the sea of this place. There are about eight thousand people in the Ming Xiu people on it. At this moment, these people are surrounded by the statue, worshipping in the orange shower of the sunset in the distance.

Their fanaticism, their reverence, because this statue is their ancestor, their god, and the highest will to guide the earliest life clan and become the life practice.

"Life cultivation..." Su Ming looked at the statue. The appearance of the statue was exactly what he looked like when he was in the barbarian land. The eyes of the statue in the distance revealed the light of wisdom, and the more fierceness seemed to look at the sky, which made Su Ming seem to return to the moment when he rushed out of the Jiuyin world .

In silence, Su Ming looked at those fates, and a smile slowly appeared on his face. This smile was in the sunset, with vicissitudes, memories, and his expectations of the barbarians and... This time, he returned with the determination to rise the barbarians.

"Barbarians, it will not be the sunset. She will be... the scorching sun that will rise again tomorrow!" Su Ming muttered, this is his promise, which is his powerful promise to the more than 100 million souls in his body at this moment when he became a forefather.

At the moment when Su Ming's muttered words came out, suddenly the whole barbarian world made a strong roar. This roar, no matter where in the barbarian land, any barbarian person existing can strongly feel it, and they can detect the boiling of blood in their bodies.

At the same time, the setting sun in the sky seemed to suddenly stop, unexpectedly... reversed everything, suddenly lifted from the falling trend, slowly rose, changed the upcoming night, and made the sun... as if it was eternal!!

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