Volume 1 If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 5 My Daochen Realm Chapter 1060 A Drop of Blood
The commander of tens of thousands of Immortal Alliance monks here, the man who is already middle-aged, but can still see his handsome appearance when he was a boy, is none other than...Su Ming's childhood playmate, Beiling!
This brother, who was respected by Su Ming when he was in Wushan, later met him among the barbarians and realized that everything was false. Now... he is standing in the starry sky far away from Su Ming.
Su Ming looked at him, and Beiling also laid his eyes on Su Ming. The moment their eyes touched each other across the starry sky and tens of thousands of monks, Beiling's mind went crazy, and his expression changed. He turned pale in an instant, and after taking several steps back in succession, his late stage cultivation suddenly erupted from his body. This power of cultivation swept around, and he managed to stop retreating under Su Ming's gaze. back.
But a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his expression changed from pale to shocked. The moment Su Ming looked at him, there was a strong feeling in Beiling. Su Ming's gaze Like a sharp sword passing through the void, penetrating into the body along his eyes, wandering between his meridians, dividing the threads of his flesh and blood, disconnecting all the bones in his body, as if everything inside and outside of himself was Under the other party's gaze, he was as naked as a naked man, and could be seen clearly.
Even the soul is invisible under this gaze. All secrets and memories are all seen clearly in the other person's eyes, giving him the illusion that he is momentarily alone in a vast sea of people.
In particular, that look in Beiling's eyes seemed to have some kind of magical power, as if this person knew everything about his past, which made him feel extremely familiar, but also felt unfamiliar to him that he had never seen before.
In Beiling's opinion, this matter must be caused by the other party practicing some kind of pupil technique. He did not see who Su Ming was. After all, Su Ming looked like Daokong at this moment, and his cultivation level was beyond He had no memory of Beiling, but he could tell that the person who arrived must be extraordinary.
Thinking of the names shouted by tens of thousands of monks before, two words immediately emerged in Beiling's mind.
"Daokong!"
Su Ming looked calm. He looked at Beiling, and memories emerged in his mind. The last memory was that he killed Beiling on the ninth peak.
It's just that what was killed at that time was his projection on the barbarian land, but obviously the one standing here now is his true self.
Beiling's cultivation can be seen through in Su Ming's eyes at a glance. In the late stage of the realm, he is only a little short of the Great Perfection. At such an age and with such cultivation, it is enough to prove his identity as a genius, even though he is not the same as Su. Compared with Ming, the gap is as big as heaven and earth, but how can Su Ming's experience be compared to that of Beiling? For Su Ming, Shenyuan and his party were a transformation and leap of body and even soul.
The life and death experienced during this period are far beyond what most people can bear.
When he saw Beiling again, Su Ming no longer cared about the confusion he had felt in the past, and he no longer wanted to think about the truth about Wushan. Whether it was true or false, it was enough for him to know that he was real.
However, when Su Ming saw the bow behind Beiling, his expression became complicated. This bow existed in his memory. It belonged to Beiling's father, the head of the Wushan tribe. bow.
In Su Ming's memory, this bow did not actually belong to Beiling's father. It belonged to the Wushan tribe and was a token of the Wushan tribe's inheritance for each generation.
Although this memory may be false, Su Ming believes that it is true, so all of this must be realized according to his memory.
"In that case, let's keep this bow..." Su Ming murmured softly. Only he could hear his voice, and neither Xu Hui nor Zhu Youcai could hear him.
With a soft sigh, Su Ming stood on the boat and walked towards the starry sky in front of him. When this step fell, he was already on the battlefield. His expression was calm and unhurried. He looked towards the place where Beiling was, looking ahead a few meters. The monks walked calmly as if they were nothing.
The moment Su Ming approached, Beiling's eyes suddenly shrank, and he took a few steps back again, his expression changing several times in succession.
"Sacrifice to destroy the sun and thunder, you two... go and test this man's cultivation!" The two people on the left and right behind him hesitated for a moment, gritted their teeth and said yes, then they immediately transformed into a rainbow and went straight to Su Ming on the battlefield.
Su Ming's expression was calm. When he moved forward, there were monks from the Immortal Alliance immediately in front of him. With red eyes, they came straight towards Su Ming. With a quick look, he saw that these monks were densely packed with many people, and they had various magical powers, spells, and magic weapons. The light flickered, like a rain of stars, roaring towards Su Ming.
Su Ming raised his right hand, stepped forward, and immediately approached a monk. He raised his right hand and casually grabbed the monk's neck. When he tilted it to the side, there was a click. The monk could not dodge at all, and his eyes In the blink of an eye, his neck was broken by Su Ming. At the same time, a red flame emitted from Su Ming's hand, turning the monk's body into ashes in an instant.
Even his soul could not escape and perished in an instant.
However, the death of a monk did not pose any threat to the tens of thousands of people on the battlefield. More monks rushed towards Su Ming with low roars.
The roaring sound was earth-shattering, and countless magical powers fell on Su Ming, but they were unable to stop Su Ming in the slightest. Those magical powers collapsed on his body, but they could not cause Su Ming to be damaged at all. He only had the power of his physical body. Enough to sweep across all directions.
A large number of magic weapons roared towards Su Ming, but the moment they touched Su Ming, there was a sound like gold and iron colliding. All the magic weapons of various shapes were violently shaken and rolled away. The light dimmed instantly, as if the counterattack force of Su Ming's physical body directly shook the soul of the weapon.
This scene gradually shocked the monks who came, and even caused Beiling's expression in the distant starry sky to change drastically.
At this moment, Su Ming took another step forward. When this step fell, there was a bang in the starry sky, and a large number of ripples were set off from Su Ming's feet. When these ripples spread, as long as they touched the monks, those The monk's body immediately trembled, and his body immediately collapsed and fell into pieces.
Su Ming's pace maintained a certain rhythm, neither fast nor slow, always as usual. Step by step, a thick trail of blood gradually formed behind him. The monks in front of him all retreated. For a moment, there was no one around. Dare to stand in the way.
Su Ming's cultivation is far beyond that of these monks here. If it were any other strong man, he might keep his identity and not bother to take action. But here, Su Ming, there is no such thing. No matter who it is, as long as it is blocking his way. , then they will all bear the destructive power from Su Ming.
The law of heaven and earth is that the weak eat the strong. If the strong don't bother to take action when they see the weak, and only confront those who are also strong, then the world seems to have rules, but in Su Ming's view, this itself is chaos.
Otherwise, what motivation would there be for the weak to become strong at all costs? Sometimes, relying on the strong to bully the weak is a desire that comes from deep in people's hearts and is not willing to say it, but it is quite desired.
As Su Ming walked along, tens of thousands of monks from the Immortal Alliance all parted ways and looked at Su Ming with horror in their eyes. The river of blood behind Su Ming witnessed the fate of all those who dared to block his footsteps.
At this moment, suddenly, two long rainbows flew out from the crowd. Before they could get close to Su Ming, four black lights were immediately thrown out from the hands of the two men. The four black lights flew out at the moment , there was a sharp roar immediately, and they suddenly turned into four black birds, exuding a power comparable to the Tribulation Sun, and rushed straight to Su Ming and arrived in an instant.
Sun-destroying thunder!
This is one of the sharp weapons of the Immortal Clan Alliance. It is as famous as the Moon-Destroying Thunder. It was only created by the Celestial Clan Alliance in the past thousand years. It is said that the refining method is only mastered by the Holy Temple. Its power is so powerful that it is the only weapon of the Celestial Clan Alliance. In the battles with Daochen Sect, the most eye-catching brilliance shines.
Its name is Destruction Sun. Although it cannot really kill the Jie Yang monks, it is possible to force them back. Even if there are too many, it is not impossible to kill them!
In fact, in the many battles between the Immortal Clan Alliance and the Daochen Sect, more than dozens of Sun-Destroying Powers were killed by the Sun-Destroying Thunder. Each time, hundreds of Sun-Destroying Thunders were killed. When it comes out, the swirling power of the sky-blasting force is enough to shake the minds of everyone who sees it. The destructive power will make people lose all fighting spirit in an instant.
Seeing the sharp whistling coming straight towards him, like the four black lights that locked him, Su Ming did not dodge, but let the four black lights approach, and the two long rainbows were Under the sinister gaze of the middle-aged monk, he raised his right hand and actually... grabbed one of the Black Light Birds.
Boom boom boom!
Three consecutive strong roars immediately attracted the attention of all the fighting monks around the place. But when they looked, they were all shocked. Three sun-killing thunders exploded on Su Ming's body, but when they looked around, they were shocked. During the collapse, Su Ming's body remained as normal, and even his hair did not fly at all.
In his hands, a black bird transformed from the Sun-Destroying Thunder kept struggling, but could not escape from Su Ming's hands. Su Ming stood in the starry sky, lowering his head and staring at the black bird in his hand. As his eyes flashed, in his eyes A filamentous branch that could not be seen by outsiders appeared on his right hand. It penetrated fiercely into the black bird transformed by the sun-destroying thunder and began a rapid analysis.
"Combining witchcraft, using the rules of the sky, and using the self-explosion power of the Jie Yang monk's essence and blood, a Jie Yang monk can create nearly a thousand such sun-destroying thunders, or... one comparable to Jie Yang The ferocious beast can also do this.
However, the power of essence and blood here is somewhat unfamiliar. "Su Ming pinched it with his right hand, and the black bird immediately melted layer by layer. In the horrified eyes of the people around him, they saw that the black bird in Su Ming's hand was continuously melting, and a drop of golden liquid appeared inside.
The rich blood on it proved that it was a drop of blood.
Looking at the blood in his hand, Su Ming's eyes flashed. He put it to his mouth and touched it lightly with his tongue. His eyes suddenly revealed a strange light.
"There is no negative breath at all. It can even nourish the soul, making people feel like they are under the warm sun. What kind of ferocious beast's blood is this? It has such an effect!" (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature for better updates of the novel. Faster!)