Beseech The Devil

    100,000 years…

    200,000 years…

    300,000 years…

    Until a million years have passed, Su Ming has become a vortex in the reincarnation of the sky, silently going, he used all his cultivation to become Divine Consciousness, not letting go of the slightest area, a little bit carefully Looking for, traces of their reincarnation.

    Gradually, in this loneliness and loneliness, Su Ming seems to have forgotten how to go to the open mouth, forget how the sound came out, and the deep exhaustion permeated him. This exhaustion was not the body, because it became the Boundless Dao. He, it is difficult to have physical weakness, he is tired…It is his heart.

    Constantly looking for and constantly disappointing, but never gave up, because he knew that once he let go…There will be no more hope.

    Only looking for it, even when the sky is dead, when the sky is extinguished, he is also looking for it. This is his attachment, this is his way.

    For the first million years, Su Ming walked in the sky and looked for it. For the second million years, his figure is still…He walked past a Sang Xiang and walked through a cycle of vortex again, until in the fifth million years, in Su Ming, the exhaustion became depressed, and the feeling of sadness blended into him. In the depths of the soul, in an area of ​​the sky, looking for him for five million years, suddenly a figure.

    This is the first time he stopped in this five million years. At the same time, Su Ming's head slowly turned and looked at the sky. In the tumbling fog, Su Ming saw it. A fragment, the debris is very broken, floating in the fog, it seems that there are many years.

    Staring at the debris. Su Ming both eyes suddenly revealed the fine mans. He raised his right hand and grabbed the mist. Under this grasp, the fog of the fog seems to be shrouded in a will beyond the sky, and it is still static. It seems that it does not dare to move. The debris inside it is under the sway, going straight to Su Ming, gently , floating on Su Ming's palm.

    Looking at the fragments in the palm of your hand. Su Ming's face gradually smiled, and the smile was very happy. This was the first time that Su Ming’s face was smiling in the search for five million years.

    HorseFlightSu Ming's voice is hoarse. He has been silent for five million years. He seems to have forgotten how to make a sound, making his words at the moment ambiguous with ambiguity, such as an old man whispering in the wind.

    The vast majority of this debris is stone. It is a piece of debris formed by the innumeration of dust in this sky. Therefore, it can always exist in this vortex, because this itself is part of the dust.

    However,In the dust of this debris, there is such a leaf dust…It contains traces that make Su Ming familiar. It is the girl in the dusty sect of Morning Dao True World. Su Ming met the girl named Ma Fei, which is her trace.

    Although this woman is not the face that Su Ming is most looking for, but…The emergence of this fragment gave Su Ming's unimaginable confidence and firmer attachment, and made him understand that his search for the road is correct, even if time has passed for a long time, even if he is looking for countless For five million years, he will continue to look for it.

    This time obsession, just for seeing.

    Gently grasping the debris in the palm of your hand, when Su Ming's palm is released, the debris dissipates, and the dust inside it becomes fly ash, only the trace that belongs to Ma Fei, such as a broken soul piece, floating In Su Ming's palm, I was put away by Su Ming.

    After a long time, Su Ming raised his head, and his eyes showed a clear light, making his booth eyes look very clear, like a child, taking a step forward, with his attachment, and went on.

    The passage of time, another million years, a year of search, once and for all, the Divine Consciousness of all the cultural transformation, in this vast reincarnation, a circle of passing …

    Su Ming doesn't know when he wants to find it, maybe for a lifetime, with Boundless Dao's long life, constantly looking for it, just like Xuan Zang in his memory, meditating on the compass, I don't know how many years of sitting.

    When the time passed, the tenth five million years passed, Su Ming's expression was almost numb, and there was some Death Qi on his body. This Death Qi was not due to the severance of his birthday, but he was in the sky. The loneliness and loneliness made his heart appear to be dead and tired under the constant exhaustion and search.

    But even if he is dead, he can’t drown his search, even if he is no longer walking with his feet, even if he has been sitting cross-legged in the sky for a long time, it is still…I can't bury his inner expectation for meeting.

    Looking for, looking for, looking for.

    When the sixteenth five million years came, Su Ming found the traces of Ye Wang. Like Ye Wang's people, his traces of sharp marks were somewhat eye-catching. It was a Ferocious that existed in the sky. Beast, the corner of the head.

    This Ferocious Beast, now crouching in front of Su Ming's, trembled, Su Ming's breath, it just felt a trace, it was almost directly shocked to death.

    Looking at the corner of the beast's head, Su Ming raised his right hand in the silence and pointed forward. When he retracted, Ye Wang's soul film appeared in his palm.

    Su Ming closed his eyes and continued to look for it.

    The passage of time, in Su Ming's search, I do not know how many eras have passed, and the eight butterflies in the sky do not know how many wings overlap.

    Until the fifty-fifth and five million years passed, Su Ming’s figure in the sky shook, his booth eyes jerked open, and his eyes showed the brightest light in countless years. Strongly, the whole sky was rumbled and the wings of the eight butterflies were shaking.

    Su Ming's face showed unprecedented excitement. His body slowly stood up from his knees. His footsteps even shivered. His eyes were deeply gazing into the fog in front, and a child was born. In the fog…Small white flowers.

    The mist is like a rain curtain. This little white flower is inside it. It seems to be a flower in the rain. It looks fragile, but it has her own unique determination, as if waiting for it, waiting for the arrival of her waiting.

    Waiting…More than fifty-five million years, waiting for the ferryman who took her to the lonely boat on the bank of the Forgotten River.

    In Su Ming's eyes, tears shed, but his face was a happy smile. He slowly approached the small white flower in the mist, staring deeply, to open the mouth and seem to say something, but There is no sound coming out.

    Because he has forgotten to speak.

    But he didn't care about it. He smiled happily. The smile was silent, but the smile appeared. It seemed that the whole sky was rippled. In this rippled reverberation, Su Ming gently raised his hand and gently. The little white flowers were held in the palm of the hand from the fog.

    The tears in his eyes crossed the cheeks, and a drop fell on the little white flowers, such as dew, making the little white flowers seem to stretch the leaves and bloom…Let Su Ming's sly smile.

    The leaves touched Su Ming's palm, and the gentle feeling was as good as Su Ming's memory.

    Looking at the little white flower in the palm, Su Ming's happy smile rendered the reincarnation of the sky, he…I found Yu Xuan.

    Gently put this little white flower in the world of his body, and cherish it as precious, accompanying himself, just like the forgotten riverside, the lonely squatting figure, the silent companion under the rain.

    The little white flower in the rain, she is called 萱, there is no sorrowful breath. For Su Ming, this is his attachment and care, as if it also brought sunshine to his life, so that Su Ming is in the sky after the years. In the reincarnation, I found one trace after another.

    Those traces, even though there are no faces that make Su Ming persistent, can remember the bits and pieces in memory, those who are far away from the passengers, whether they are former enemies or strangers who pass by, Su Ming cherish Take away the traces. At this moment, he has no hostility to any life.

    He found Su Xuan Yi, found the people of the Land of Barbarians, found the shards of Divine Essence Star Sea, found De Shun of Morning Dao Sect, found the old people of Three Desolate Grand Worlds, and the Dark Dawn Inverse Saint Crazy in the middle.

    In the second round of the sky, until Su Ming found Chang He, let him stare at the trace of Chang He, he found traces of a strange woman.

    The woman, who is dependent on the traces of Chang He, is his wife who has been dead for many years. When gazing, Su Ming found that Chang He’s wife was always at Chang He’s side, just he…Did not find out during his lifetime.

    I found a trace of everything, walked in the reincarnation, and walked in the years. I don’t know how many ten million years later, Su Ming found First Senior Brother…

    The traces of First Senior Brother are not dust, but a war. It is illusory. It exists in the mist of the sky, within the group of Ferocious Beast, and it becomes their battle.

    The battle is long!

    With a trace of finding, with hope, with attachment, Su Ming walked through the fog. When passing by, the mist surrounded him and refused to let go, and did not want Su Ming to leave. There is a whisper in the fog, as if to say something.

    Su Ming stopped and looked down at the fog around him. For a long time, his eyes showed gaze and affection.

    He found Fang Canglan, she…It is this fog. Or, it is Fang Canglan, who found him.

    Taking away this fog and taking away Fang Canglan, Su Ming’s inner expectation has become more and more intense, but in this expectation, Su Ming has already understood…When the world opens, when all the traces become the imprint of life, the day that reappears…

    I will watch myself silently.

    This is not the fate of destiny. This is the price of Su Ming. This is his own path of choice, and the destruction of life…DifferentTo be continued ……