Chapter 1289 Sharpen the knife and sharpen the double blade!

In the ordinary battle, when death reaches a certain level, the will will must collapse into loose sand. But in today's battle, those who died, even if their souls are destroyed by self-exploding, they have become the spirits in the hearts of other living, become the medicine to stimulate their fate, and have also turned into eternity because of Su Ming

"The Ninth Peak Sect, the barbarian ethnic group, all the cultivation of war and death, your souls, I won't let you be alone, even if your souls disperse, they will condense again."

Su Ming's words could not be heard by the barbarians and the ninth peak. Only Yan Pei Chenhuang at the lower end could hear it. It was almost the moment when Su Ming's words fell. Suddenly, above the battlefield where the ninth peak formation was broken, a vortex appeared silently. Under the reversal of this vortex, there was A wisp of soul suddenly appeared.

These souls looked blankly at the battlefield below. When they saw everything in the battlefield, they looked shocked and more confused. They were all the ninth peak monks and barbarians who died in the war.

Almost at the moment when they appeared, with the rotation of the whirlpool, I saw that in this nothingness, the light spots that the living could not see were transformed. When they condensed with each other, the ninth peak of self-exploding death and the souls of the barbarian cultivation were suddenly re-condensed in the sky.

It seems that there is a supreme rule in this sky, in which a sentence is clearly written! And that sentence is the thirty-nine words that Su Ming said before! The living can't see them, but they can see everything on the battlefield, including... Su Ming in the distance is a huge sun in their eyes.

The size of the sun.

It seems that the sky of the real world has to worship.

"I am a barbarian god.

The four disciples who used to be the ninth peak, now one of the creators of the Jiufeng Sect, I... Su Ming, today with the will of Daochen, the will of the Xianzong, the will of the heavens, to create the tenth peak! This tenth peak is the peak of mourning.

This peak will condense all the souls of the clansmen and sects who died in the civil war in my true world. Your souls will condense in the tenth peak, guarding the mountains and rivers for your sect and your ethnic group! You will be worshipped and enjoy the incense. You... will be the guardian soul of the sect and the ethnic group. I will give you... as long as the sect exists, it will be immortal!" Su Ming's voice echoed, and the roar that the living could not hear echoed in the sky, a sword-like mountain that appeared in nothingness.

It formed in an instant and stood in the sky.

Those souls floating around.

looked at Su Ming one by one. After worshipping all of them in excitement, he flew into the mountain peak and became the first batch of immortal war souls to guard the mountains and rivers in the tenth peak! This scene made Emperor Yan Peichen tremble. He saw all this completely, which made him look more and more frightened and unbelievable.

"This is not what you say... This is not changing the rules, this is... creation, in a word, creating a rule, this is... unspeakable endless!! Because there is no end to the road, I will talk and walk in the boat, and there will never be any end..." Emperor Yan Peichen muttered, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat in an instant.

Su Ming looked at the battlefield in the distance and looked at the souls that had been re-condensed and not dissipated. His appreciation was even stronger. He saw the counterattack of the ninth peak. It seemed chaotic, but in fact it was orderly. Everything was done according to the order handed down by the second brother, including the initial action, The system does not allow the rise of the reverse saint and the dark morning, including a series of self-explosions that are taking place now.

These are all according to the plan of the second brother, to suppress the enemy layer by layer, to use the momentum to invisibly dissipate the cultivation of the anti-sage and the dark morning. In this way, most of the practice of the dark morning and the anti-sage, under the pressure of this series, You can only play 30%! Su Ming was laughing, but Yan Pei Chenhuang was in a state of embarrassation, and his mind was blank. After a long time, he gradually recovered, and his face was pale without any blood. He could not change this situation. In fact, all this was doomed from the moment when the powerful existence behind him even made his heart tremble.

"Who the hell is he... In this world, how can there be such a horrible old monster... Damn it, those old monsters are all asleep. I have never heard that anyone can wake up in advance. Legend has it that their group of people were abandoned by heaven and earth, no longer in the world, and jumped out of heaven and earth... When they woke up, Before the destruction of the world... But this person, he clearly gave me the feeling that he was one of those old monsters, and even in those old monsters, this person can also be regarded as a strong man, and the Tao is boundless. This is clearly the supreme strong man in the realm of Tao: Damn, how did he wake up!!" At this moment, Yan Pei Chenhuang no longer thinks about the death and doomed failure of the dark morning and the anti-saint practice. What he thinks about is how he will get through the disaster in front of him.

"The ninth peak... This old monster cares so much about the ninth peak, I... I... If I had known this, why should I find trouble to offend this ninth peak! Fortunately, it's just my sockpupart here, but... Even if I lose one, it will be a lot of damage to me. What's more, if this person kills together, unless I can escape back to the dark morning camp, otherwise, it's extremely easy for this person to find me in this world of the three wilderness..." In the uneas The monks who fought with Jiufeng and the dark morning against the saint have continued the war to the peak. The tiger son looked up to the sky and smiled ferociously. The place he passed was like no one's land. His cultivation was originally strong. In addition, the enemy's cultivation was weakened by nearly 70%, which made him almost invincible here, 70% of the monks are strong enough, and the rest are not the opponents of Tigers at all.

As for those monks who are still powerful after being weakened, their opponents... are the big brothers! The eldest brother seems to cross his knees, but in fact, all the witch souls around him have been able to achieve the degree of incarnation, so that the battlefield is almost nowhere to be the figure of the witch soul, which means that everywhere is the eldest brother.

It can be seen that during the days when Su Ming was not at the ninth peak, the eldest brother's cultivation has increased significantly, especially now that it shows the skill of external incarnation, which makes Su Ming look carefully.

The strength of this skill, in addition to the immobility of the body, can incarnate hundreds of people. It exists everywhere on the battlefield. The strength shown by each of them is the same as Su Ming's former elder brother.

In the elder brother who was still on his knees, Su Ming saw a faint meaning of spiritual first. After Su Ming took a closer look at this discovery, he saw that the meaning of spiritual first, which belonged to the first of the sea.

"It seems that in these days, the ninth peak and Daohai get along very well."

Su Ming smiled and looked at his second brother, showing a touch of admiration.

In terms of personal cultivation, the second brother is not as good as Su Ming, but in the grasp of the battlefield, in all kinds of conspiracies and overall planning, Su Ming is not as good as the second brother.

The second brother can sort out the ninth peak like an iron, and can command to maximize the combat power of the ninth peak in this war. Su Ming is indeed inferior.

With the death and injury of the dark morning and the anti-sage monk and the gradual retreat, with the increasingly fierce fighting spirit of the Ninth Peak and the barbarian monks, Su Ming narrowed his eyes. This training cannot end like this. Since it has begun, it must reach an unforgettable level at one time.

Only in this way can training become a brand. Only in this way can we ignite the soul of war between the ninth peak and the barbarians, so that this clan can rise in this great victory. It can also use this battle to spread the reputation of this clan all over the three wildernesses and make the final foundation for their rise.

"Since you have chosen not to be lonely in this end of the world, then... I will give you a supreme future."

Su Ming said silently in his heart, and his eyes flashed.

"Do you only have these abilities to practice in the dark morning?"

When he opened his mouth faintly, Su Ming's voice contained a touch of cold. When it was introduced to Emperor Yan Pei's ears, Yan Pei's heart trembled.

"Senior..." Yan Pei looked hesitant.

"The dark morning is against the saint, and fight with all your strength to the ninth peak. If you retreat from the latter at all, you should destroy the whole sect!" Under Yan Pei's clenched teeth, he was completely shocked by Su Ming, and he had a life-and-death crisis. At this moment, he didn't care too much, and immediately spread words. This voice echoed the starry sky of the battlefield, echoing every dark morning anti-sage under the complete suppression of this momentum, the monk who sprout Stop.

"You can say that you can fight, but only I can say stop."

Su Ming opened his mouth faintly, and the words did not contain much pressure, but the hegemony contained in the words themselves made Yan Pei Chen's liver tremble.

"Xu Xing, this man is definitely an X X X. I'm afraid that in the era when he existed, this person is also fierce... But... But how can such an old monster be related to the Ninth Peak..." Yan Pei Chen's pale face showed bitterness. Looking at the man in his words, he stopped retreating, but there were When he looked here, he showed a hesitant or even resentful look.

The roar that seemed to be put to death came from the mouth of the dark morning against the saint, and it was close to their crazy attack and desperate impact.

"After experiencing such madness, this clan can bloom in the three wilderness."

Su Ming muttered, looking at the changes in the battlefield in the distance. The expression of each monk in it, and every monk listened to the operation of his inner cultivation, were clearly seen by Su Ming at this moment.

If you sharpen a knife, only one side of the blade is not complete. You need to sharpen both sides to be called a sharp blade. Now, Su Ming is grinding the other side.

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