Beseech The Devil

    This scene was seen in the eyes of the tens of thousands of cultivator, and it was silenced and chilled from the bottom of my heart. Especially those who were violent and violent at the moment, even in this moment, they did not dare to have any words.

    In their view, strength in Culture is everything, and Su Ming shows strength, that is, the strong performance of the gods that have been refining for many years in the palm of your hand.

    The person who can do this kind of thing, how strong he is, is the tens of thousands of strong people who know this week, this kind of power has already surpassed them too much.

    In the silence, I don’t know who was the first to hold a fist, and then everyone else went to Su Ming one by one, and the look inside was a respectful heart.

    This is strength, in their opinion, the strength of everything.

    Su Ming also thought this way before he had an epiphany. But now, he understands that strength is only a subsidiary of the road to truth-seeking. It is an aid to make the road of truth-seeking smoother. It is only the end, it is never the present. And once the cart before the horse is turned upside down, then the road to truth-seeking in this life will always go astray.

    Su Ming looked down at the gods in the palm of his hand. This wood is not like other people think. No one can refine it for countless years. That is because…This item belongs to Extermination Old Man.

    Therefore, unless it is the same strength as the Extermination Old Man, otherwise it is impossible for outsiders to obtain it. So why is this thing left by Extermination Old Man and not taken away? Su Ming is not willing to guess too much. He just thought that this thing is good, and it can be used to step into the sky one day and use it for transportation.

    So, take it away.

    Even when looking at the god wood, Su Ming can imagine that the butterfly's fourth wing gap, perhaps… is caused by this giant wood bombardment from Outer World.

    After holding the palm of his hand and putting the god wood away, Su Ming glanced at the cultivator that was holding his fist around him. He sighed, these people are happy because they don’t know the catastrophe after three hundred years, it will be their inevitable The destruction.

    The ignorant, in some cases, also represents happiness.

    Su Ming shook his head and turned and left. He was going to deal with the last thing in the fourth wing of the world and he would leave.

    In the step, Su Ming walked in the sky, his pace was not fast. The starry sky was at his feet, but it seemed to be small. When he took two steps, he saw the illusionary star where the shepherd boy was.

    Seeing that star, Su Ming saw the shepherd boy, saw the old purple robes, saw the white youth, and four strangers he had never seen before.

    After the seven people gathered up the Heritage, they stayed in this beautiful world of stars, never left, like to spend the last few hundred years here to see the world. The last one.

    Also waiting for Su Ming to wait for their only remaining hopes.

    On the stars, outside the prosperous city pool, under a maple tree with red leaves, Su Ming stands there, behind him is the setting sun, the color is also red, and this maple leaf contrasts, can not see the competition, see It’s just a touch of grief that doesn’t know where it’s falling from.

    When the autumn wind starts, when the autumn leaves fall, when you turn back…Perhaps I can't see the figure under the maple tree, and I can't see the sunset behind the figure.

    He looked at the twilight of the sunset and scattered lights in the castle, such as See the whole world of ups and downs, until the Su Ming's side of the cowboy from afar, until the purple robes of the old and white youth figure, also appear in Su Ming's side, they did not bother Su Ming's eyes, But with a respectful look, standing silently on the sidelines.

    And the four of their friends, who are also at the moment, are waiting respectfully when looking at Su Ming.

    Su Ming is their hope. For them, it doesn't matter if they die tomorrow, as long as their way, as long as their sentiments can be Heritage.

    As long as their veins…Ongoing

    This is a spirit that low-level cultivators don't understand, and it is also a realm that some high-level cultivators can't understand. The cultivation world is precisely because of this spirit. With such a person, it can be left for future generations. Countless legends and hopes, let this starry sky, this piece of the sky, the people of Cultivation are always there, such as…Go to the cultivation line!

    The setting sun is falling, it seems to be the world of this Sang Xiang butterfly. When it falls, it may not appear tomorrow. Just like this red maple leaf, once it falls, how can it not continue to return to the red maple tree On the other hand, the resentment is too urgent, and the seasons change too fast, and they complain more about themselves…Why do you want to fall?

    Su Ming sighed and looked at the lights that gradually lit up in the distant city. He watched that sky was going to become the night, even though he liked the night, but at this moment, he would rather live forever.

    "You, come."Su Ming whispered to open mouth.

    The seven people around him immediately raised the head and looked at Su Ming, and they hugged their fists.

    No one talks, no one wants to talk at this time, everything is in this worship, Unspeakable Realm, no need to say.

    Su Ming took back the look of the distant city and looked at the shepherd boy. The shepherd boy also looked at Su Ming. The two eyes condensed together. Su Ming saw the sadness in the shepherd boy's look and a hope.

    "Your way, very special, let me feel very deep, just like your nickname, half-filled…·may be in your way, when you open your eyes, it is for you, When you close your eyes, you make up for existence.

    Half-fill, half-step…"

    The body of the shepherd boy was shocked, and the eyes of the eyes were bright and bright, and they squatted for a long while, clenching their fists toward Su Ming and deeply worshipping them.

    "The disciple is taught."This is the first time he has become the strongest in his era, watching the era of the catastrophe and the existence of his own existence…The ceremony of the disciple, the name of the disciple.

    This disciple is not a disciple between master and disciple, nor is it a name on the generation, but…Before and after the repair, the winner is a kind of gratitude for the teacher. On the road of seeking truth, Su Ming is definitely farther away than them. After a point of turning back, he is respected.

    "Your way, scattered and mixed, and condensed the power of a lifetime can only be integrated, such as the return of the general stream, the great heart of the great, become the sea, but after all, it is still inundated."Su Ming looks at the old man in purple robes and slowly goes to open mouth.

    The old man in the purple robe was silent. After a long time, he smiled and did not speak or worship.

    "As for you······The sword is extremely perfect, the meaning of killing the sword, just not soft, I will send you a sentence…···There is no day in the sky, the land is not broken, the place is not broken, the sword is not out! ”Su Ming’s words came out, and the white youth listened, and after a few steps in the silence, she looked at Su Ming and hugged her fist.

    "The disciple is taught."

    "You four, I have never seen it before, but since there is a decision, Su will not erase your hopes, but I don't know if the world exists."Su Ming looks at the remaining four people. These four people are very characteristic. One of them is extremely burly. Standing around there, nothing is faintly distorted. Su Ming can see at a glance that this person’s body is under suppression. The release of Culture, the body must be huge.

    Even in this person's eyebrows, there are still blurred star points. Obviously, in this person, there is a blood like Ancient God. In fact, every ethnic group can find similarities, and this big man, It is the pulse of Ancient God in a certain era.

    Next to it is a woman with a dignified look, but Su Ming sees behind her, the faint phantom, which is a single-angle, full-body azure like a demon.

    The other person did not cover up the body, standing there and spreading out Black Aura. The Black Aura was strong and corrosive. He couldn’t see it. He could only see a pair of red eyes in the fog, but his body could not escape. Su Ming's eyes, this is a huge double-headed behemoth.

    The last person, a middle-aged man, dressed in a green shirt, looks like a fairy, full of dust, this atmosphere is not strange to Su Ming, it belongs to Immortal World he once saw.

    These people, Su Ming just swept their eyes, not to open mouth, but at the moment when the sky was coming, his right hand was lifted, and suddenly a moment of flashing suddenly Su Ming both eyes flashes.

    "Getting fast."Su Ming muttered her eyes, and when she opened again, she recovered as usual, and the right hand raised her hand, and the whole sky instantly rumbled, becoming a huge vortex, this vortex rapid turn, Su Ming's Third Eye Opened, Dao Divinity opened his eyes.

    This is Su Ming, with its Dao Divinity guiding the will, opening a gap in this world that may or may not exist!

    "Bring your Heritage into it."When Su Ming fainted to open mouth, the shepherd boy looked with a decisive fierce open to mouth, immediately with a black engraving, instantly flew out of his mouth and went straight to the sky vortex.

    The white youths there, the eyes eyes flashes, he sent out the sword that he carried all the year round. The sword came out, even the sky vortex was shocked, like to pause, it can be seen that this sword is strong.

    The old man in the purple robe, with a large sleeve and a gap between the eyebrows, opened a gap from the inside of the eyebrows, and directly flew out a group of crystal stones of a fist size, emitting black mans and going straight to the sky.

    As for the other four people, each have their own heritage of things to send out, a total of seven items, an instant was inhaled in that vortex, but at this time, suddenly, that purple robe Elder sent out of Crystal stone, as if can not bear the same, there is fragmentation, the fragmentation of more and more under the click, Can purple robe Elder's complexion but is no slightest change, look carefully, this person … Impressively, there's only one empty shell left!

    At the moment when other people's looks changed, the black crystal stone that was about to disappear in vortex shattered, and a small person flew out in a moment. The appearance of this little man was similar to that of the old man in purple robes, and he made a resentful tip. Calling, you have to rush into the vortex, but finally… under the rotation of the vortex, the gods are shattered.

    The body of the purple robe old man, at this moment, became a fly ash and dissipated in the world.

    Weixin's laptop, as of 8:30 in the evening, is estimated to be unable to announce the results today. Tomorrow, I will fight for it because there are many people, and the gap is not big. It needs to be accurately counted.

    The next chapter is released around 8 o'clock, is in the code word, seeking recommendation ticket