Su Ming won the morning and the real world, and condensed the true world. Although it is not within the scope of the morning and the real world, although it is a dying whirlpool, Su Ming’s high level of life is still not a small one. The dragon of death can be offended.

As if it is the upper class, even if it is no longer its own land, it can still not be easily violated.

Drinking the dragon of death, Su Ming’s calm step, stepping directly into the crack of the entrance to the barbarian world, but at the moment when he stepped into the crack, the moment he disappeared, Su Ming’s look suddenly There has been a change.

It seems to be somewhat confusing, some amazed, and soon the appearance of this change is a shock.

Su Ming felt a strong and indescribable strength of the law. This method is about 200,000 zuoyou, but the richness of any one of them is enough to be slavishly impressed with Su Ming in the morning. Nearly three hundred.

That is to say, the power of the 200,000-way law can be compared with the cohesiveness of six million monks from the outside world.

This is just the case, it has already surprised Su Ming, not to mention that in addition to the power of the 200,000-way law, Su Ming also felt the existence of zero-source scattered source law, the power of these laws. Although the ratio is not that 200,000, each one is equivalent to the degree of condensation of the outside world.

All this, how can we not let Su Ming shock, if these laws can be used by them, equivalent to more than 100 million outside the law, he can even directly fall into the real world in the barbarian land, turn this boundary into Part of his true world.

Su Ming’s eyes are condensed, and he does not hesitate to step into the barbarian land. He can strongly feel that these laws are powerful, but there is no will to absorb them. Because these forces are all branded, It is... the brand of Su Ming.

It was almost a moment when Su Ming’s figure disappeared. In the world where the emperor’s heaven was in the sinister vortex, the emperor lying in the coffin opened his eyes and his will spread across the world.

"The old man felt the breath of Su Ming!"

With the roundabout of the will of the Emperor. Immediately in this world. Suddenly there was a will to come, making the world roar, nothing to distort, such as the end.

"I haven’t arrived yet, this son is coming... let him be..."

"The yin of yin... can't interfere..."

"The servant's death from ... can hide more traces..."

"The dark morning and the advent of the anti-san, the collapse of the Three Wilds, until it ... arrived ... is ours... when we go out."

These wills carry the ancient vicissitudes. After touching each other's will, they gradually dissipated. As their will dissipated, there were eight entrances to the space world in this sinister vortex. It disappeared without a shadow, seemingly eternally disappeared from these tens of thousands of worlds.

......

Barbarian land, the sky is no longer blue, but with earthy yellow, if you look carefully, you can see that there is a faint aura, which exists in the sky, blends with the sun, and spills the sea.

The entire ground. Looking at it is a piece of ocean. The sea water is as bright as ink. The black pieces are in pieces, the waves are like juice...

The islands stand tall and can't see the mainland. Perhaps some of the larger islands are already the continent.

The four continents of that year, perhaps in this millennium change, have experienced some profound destruction, making the continent here, in the fragmentation of which year, either sinking into the sea or turning into an island star. Luo.

The barbarians, the witches, and the people who are called evil people, are now in the original barbarian land, and now in the Dead Sea islands, continue to breed...

Without the distinction of the mainland, there is no geographical difference. The past sects have either disappeared or fallen, and they have rarely prospered. The former tribes have either been destroyed or buried in the deep sea, so... today after thousands of years In the world of barbarians, there are very few tribes that can be seen, and there are not many Zongmen that can have scale.

Most of them... some of the tribes and sects who are condensed on the same island, reunited together to form forces and alliances.

From a historical point of view, the barbarian has changed, stepping out of the tribal era, and stepping out of the era of the Zongshan gate, entering a hundred schools of thought, not limited to the tribal sect, but another path of existence.

Too many stories are drowned in the depths of the sea. Too many corpses are not hidden in the ruins of the deep sea. There are too many regrets and pursuits. With thousands of years, they either pass away or follow The wind dissipates...

"A generation of sacred gods and sorrows, the rise of my barbarian is in the autumn, the second generation is quite a god, and the blame is not dying. The three generations of the sacred spirits are left to stay, and the sorrows are not to be sought, the four generations are sacred... the four generations are quite God..." The childish voice, from a medium-sized island in the Dead Sea, a flat mountain, gradually swirling.

There are more than a dozen children of seven or eight years old who are sitting face to face. One of the children is standing there. When they say the four generations of the gods, they are obviously forgotten. They are afraid to look at them in front of them. The old man sitting there.

The old man was wearing a coarse linen shirt, a white hair, and his face was filled with wrinkles, and he was looking at the scared boy.

"Four generations of sacred gods... four generations of sages..."

"The four generations of the gods drive the immortal prisoners, which means their bodies are immortal!" There was a little girl next to the boy, and now a sigh, immediately said the interface.

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

"I already thought about it, I..."

"Okay!" The old man sitting cross-legged in front of the children said slowly, and as soon as he spoke, these children immediately became one of them.

"You are the children of the barbarian. You have the blood of the barbarian. To remember this, remember the four gods of my barbarian and everything they paid for the rise of the barbarian.

In particular, a generation of savage gods created the brilliance of my barbarian, and the four generations of the sacred gods condensed the scattered barbarian tribes with one person's power, and slain the immortals of me and so on, and drove them out of the barbarian land!

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

The children immediately nodded one by one, the names of the four sages, they always remember, never forget, the boy was really nervous because of this, it was slow.

"Tomorrow, you have to accept the savage, whether you have the qualifications for cultivation, whether you can be blessed when you grow up, and the meaning of life and accomplishment, it depends on your creation..." The old man’s words are no longer harsh, but Showing the kindness.

"I want to be a life repair!"

"I want to be a life repair, that is the tribe left by the four generations of the gods, my father is a life repair..." These children immediately excited one by one, and they all clamored, and the childish voice echoed in the early morning. It blends with the slap of the surrounding waves and spreads far away.

"Want to become a life repair, it is not so easy, life repair, the only pro-reported tribe left by the four generations of the goddess Su Ming, who was left behind... The monk in this tribe, to renew the heavens, to change the rebellion of the heavens and the earth If there is no will to go forward, it can't be a life repair, nor a life repair." The old man slowly opened his mouth and looked up at the distance.

Along his gaze, you can see that there is an island in the sea that is not too far from here.

The most obvious on the island is a huge statue. The statue is a young man. The young man is wearing a robe and carrying his hands. His hair and clothes are blown up by the wind. He looks into the distance, looks with majesty, and the whole statue. More exudes a strong pressure.

This pressure enveloped the surrounding area, making this sea area within a radius of ten miles, without the slightest sea beast dare to approach half a step, but any close, will quickly circumvent it.

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

Their faces are full of enthusiasm, their expression is full of piety, the statue in front of them is four generations of sacred gods in the eyes of outsiders, but in the eyes of all the barbarians on this island, this statue is their soul, they are The ancestors gave hope to their lives and created the gods of the ancestors.

Life, inviolability, life, rise from the sea!

For thousands of years, this once-inhabited island has not changed much in size, but there are already more than 30,000 monks in it. Here... in the family, it is called Holy land.

In fact, in this dead sea, there are such islands as Su Ming statues. There are thirty-three places, and there are thousands or even tens of thousands of lives in each place.

They do not interfere with the war between the various forces of the barbarians on countless islands in the Dead Sea. Their position is above all forces, maintaining the balance of the barbaric world and guarding this sea. Their enemy is only two, one is infinite in the Dead Sea. Endless, the animal tide appears once every other time.

There is also... from the faint aura of the sky, the external creatures that come from time to time, whenever one of these two things happens, it is the time when the life is repaired.

On weekdays, they focus on spiritual practice, worship statues, and pay for all their lives for their gods.

In the eyes of the old man, there is a mountain behind the statue of the holy land. There is a huge palace on the mountain that is not luxurious but full of wild and barbaric atmosphere.

The palace looks like a palace in Dalat. The majestic stands on the top of the mountain. There are bursts of light scattered from the outside. This light is not glaring. Its soft glamour is a bright light on this dead sea. Every once in a while, there will be repairs of barbarians from various islands of the Dead Sea, and come here to worship.

Because the palace, living in ... is now the barbaric land, the most noble existence, although she denied, but because of the need of some barbarians for stability, it is considered to be the four generations of the gods, her name, called Fang Lanlan.

Ask for a ticket, ask for a monthly ticket (to be continued...)