Chapter 1472 Ancient Burial Barbarian God

Chiyang's eyes are gone. As a patriarch and an ancient burial country that inherits the way of luck, it can be said that he was a strong man at the peak level. He never thought that he would fall one day.

He follows the art of luck, and now the power of a clan of luck, his own luck, will never be fatal. Therefore, Su Ming's appearance, although Chiyang cares about it, he will not have a sense of life and death crisis.

He believes in luck and fate. He believes that he is not in danger of falling, and he believes that no one can break the rules of luck and the ancient burial emperor.

This kind of self-confidence ended in the previous moment, and ended in the moment when Su Ming's right finger broke the rules of the ancient burial emperor, penetrated the translucent net, and fell in the middle of Chiyang's eyebrows.

This finger finally broke through the nothingness and ignored the rules. For example, when it penetrated the years and pressed on the heart of Chiyang's eyebrows, the branches of the ancient tree penetrated into the body of Chiyang from Su Ming's fingers and spread in an instant. When Su Ming's right finger was raised, Chiyang's body seemed to It has been replaced by countless branches, and the Tao has dissipated.

A generation of Daizun, when he fell at this moment, his body went straight to the ground. His eyes were hopeless, as if they were hiding a deep unwillingness, but in the depths of unwillingness, there was still a disbelief before death.

He really can't believe it, because throughout the ages, he can be said to be the first Dao Zun who was not killed by the nine Taoist gods. This kind of death broke the rules of ancient burial, and in the view of Moriki and Bailu, this is equivalent to shaking the luck of the ancient burial country.

This shock made Senmu and Bai Lu look great when they saw the fall of the red sun. When their minds roared, their eyes contracted, and they looked at Su Ming with more solemnity than before.

Su Ming looked calm. When he turned around, his cold eyes fell on the white deer.

"Next, it's you." As soon as the words came out, Bai Lu's heart thumped, and a sense of death that had never existed before, instantly emerged strongly in the bottom of his heart. With the emergence of this feeling, Bai Lu's body did not hesitate to retreat. When his right hand was raised and waved forward, a huge drum immediately appeared in front of him.

This war drum was purple and black. As soon as it appeared, it immediately emitted vicissitudes of life and shocking weather. A feeling of suppressing the world immediately permeated the world.

Almost at the same time as the war drum appeared, the voice of the white deer was nervous and immediately spread to Moriki.

"Senmu, if the two of us can't do our best, today is our disaster!"

At the moment when the sound came out, Bai Lu raised his right hand and fell on the huge drum without hesitation. When the roaring sound spread in this moment, a disciple below suddenly showed blood on their faces and sat on their knees. No matter what kind of monk they were, they were all on this plate. In the knees, blood appeared from their respective spirits!

This is the real magic power of the white deer. His magic is ever-changing, but the core is still luck. This is just the skill of luck. When it is used in his hand, it can run the fate of all monks of the whole clan. The red silk thread, like everyone's fate, at this moment, when a large number of people In mid-air, with the white deer's fingers with both hands, they suddenly condensed together and turned into a bloody figure.

On this figure, it exudes the power of terror, like the white deer's body, which can be controlled by him at will. At this moment, the figure suddenly looked up, and the snow all over his body turned into a bloody rainbow and went straight to Su Ming.

At the same time, there was a touch of firmness in Morimu's eyes. The crisis at this moment actually emerged strongly in his heart when Chiyang fell. At this moment, it can be said to be a life-and-death moment. If he and Bai Lu can't fight against Su Ming, the two of them will definitely end up with Chi

After many years of practice, it has dissipated. From then on, the realm of the Taoist respect will no longer be, and life will be dim and will not exist in the world. This kind of thing is unacceptable to him. Almost the bloody figure went straight to Su Ming. At the same time, Senmu took a deep breath and raised his right

"Dokuji practice, turned into a hundred generations of reincarnation... open... the power of thirty generations of reincarnation!" While Morimu's voice echoed, there was a loud roar in his body. In the echo of this voice, twenty-nine illusory figures appeared around him.

These figures have men and women. Although they look different, according to the power monks, their souls are the same. These are all Morimu!

It is Moriki's countless years of practice. According to his unique way of luck, he has walked his own road, which is a... the road of reincarnation!

The reincarnation of a hundred generations has been suppressed by him again and again, and has become a seal that binds himself. At this moment, it has been directly unlocked by him. This seal cannot be unlocked in an instant. Otherwise, he will have the disaster of confusion and can only be gradually opened. Now it is the limit of his short time to open

Together with his body, there are a total of 30 shadows. At this moment, when it permeates this world, the sky-sky breath from Senmu's body is earth-shaking at this moment.

Even under his movement, it seemed that thirty people had stepped at the same time and went straight to Su Ming in an instant, surrounding Su Ming, as if forming a formation.

"Thirty generations come back, looking back on the past... all the vicissitudes of life!" While Moriki opened his mouth, it seemed that 30 words came out at the same time. The voice condensed together, not only did not have that sense of sound and waves, but also had a sense of murmur. Now, when it rotates, it has formed a spiral array that seems to be reincarnation.

In this array, there is Su Ming, and the bloody figure of the blood-colored long rainbow coming straight to Su Ming. Even outside this reincarnation array, with the magic of the white deer, there are three red figures composed of blood formed by the luck of a disciple, which suddenly appeared, rushing to Su Ming as if they could penetrate the void

Su Ming looked at all this gently, and his eyes were flat. At the moment when the reincarnation rotated and the bloody figure came in an instant, Su Ming closed his eyes.

While his eyes were closed, the land of the barbarian appeared in Su Ming's heart, and the... barbarian song emerged.

When his eyes opened, Su Ming opened his mouth and let out a... roar of the barbarian god!

Roar!!

Under this roar, the shocking weather situation shown from Su Ming at this moment, bursts of ripples rolled rapidly around Su Ming in an instant, as if because the sound at this moment was so strong that the space collapsed!

In this collapse, Su Ming suddenly appeared... an illusory barbarian land!!

The meeting started at 8:30 a.m. and didn't end until 5:30 p.m. all day... Then I went back to the room. When I was about to type... On both sides, lost and other people called me, I knew that they had been waiting for a long time in the hotel lobby.

So I quickly told them the room number. Under their company, I wrote this chapter, but it was only 2,000 words. Please forgive me and understand... I actually remembered who didn't come to the meeting at this starting point's annual meeting, which made me... have no chance to skip class... (To be continued.