Volume 1 If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 5 My Daochen Realm Chapter 1167 The Young One From the Dark Side!

Time passed slowly, and more than a month passed. Su Ming kept sitting cross-legged in meditation, silently comprehending the fate of the outside world in the silent starry sky, and silently feeling more of the power of fate absorbed from his two major bodies.

His cultivation aura is growing almost every day. Although it is not much, it is undoubtedly getting stronger and stronger. Even during these days, in addition to comprehending the fate method, Su Ming also spent some time on comprehending the palm. On the memory of Jidao.

In that memory, he understood the origin and the existence of the Three Wilderness Realms better.

"The Three Desolate Great Realms, Ruo Tianyuan... In the eyes of Ni Sheng and An Chen, this is a great world that can be compared to the newborn world... Just like the earliest An Chen and Ni Sheng Great Realms, they are also the same, but In the endless years of growth, they each evolved into one great realm after another, until each had one hundred and eighty great realms.

This is considered complete, and the world they are in has grown to the extreme. If the great world is compared to a mother, then the one hundred and eighty realms within it are children, and the monks and lives within these one hundred and eighty realms, It's blood.

The Three Wildernesses is a primary realm, a source realm that can also develop one hundred and eighty great realms if given enough time in the future. Therefore, Ni Sheng and An Chen, whoever gets the Three Wildernesses, will start a war. Mastered the power to destroy the opponent.

Therefore, from the moment they discovered the Three Wastelands, they began to use their own methods to continuously compete. "Su Ming opened his eyes, looked at the starry sky, and fell silent.

Compared with Nisheng and Anchen, today's Sanhuang is like a child. There is no way to compare with Nisheng and Anchen, and he doesn't even have the strength to fight. Regardless of Nisheng and Anchen, any camp must obtain the three It is extremely easy to destroy the capital.

But fortunately, when they fight against each other, they will not give each other a chance. Similarly, although the Three Wilderness Realm is weak, it is a first realm after all. Therefore, there is also suppression of external forces within it. This is an instinctive reaction of the Three Wilderness Worlds. As it grows, it rejects all external forces from entering.

Even if you step in forcefully, you will be suppressed by it, but this matter was changed in the catastrophe a year ago. A huge gap appears, allowing the people of Nisheng and Dark Morning to step in without reservation, as if a door has been opened, leaving Sanhuang naked and waiting for the end of being annexed.

And all this. It's all because of Su Xuanyi!

"I am not the heir of Su Xuanyi, so who will be his heir... Is it Yu Xuan, but I always feel that it is not that simple... This person is a man of great talent and scheming, and is even closer to madness. His ideas are far beyond what anyone can judge and cannot be judged. guess.

But no matter what, there must be a link in his plan, which is based on the destruction of the entire Three Wastelands. Let Nisheng and Anchen go. Pay a heavy price.

This also explains why he opened such a gap. This gap is firstly to cause the fierce battle between Anchen and Nisheng, and secondly... it is to allow Anchen and Nisheng to descend on a large scale, preferably all the powerful ones. In this way, once the Three Wastelands collapse, The destruction of the first realm is definitely not something that monks can resist.

But what good will this do to him? How can he rise up the Shaping Clan... What other plans does he have..." Su Ming shook his head in silence. He had some thoughts in his heart, but he didn't know whether the analysis was correct or not. , we can only continue to wait, observe, and gain the vitality of creation in this catastrophe.

"The origin, the root of external things... Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, everything that exists has its origin, metal, wood, water, fire and earth, the changes in the origin of everything in the heaven and earth...

Mastering the origin is equivalent to mastering the path to being strong. The more origins you understand, the stronger your cultivation will be. Is this the foundation of cultivation in Nisheng Zhenjie? I wonder what Anchen is there..." Su Ming thought of the white ball from before, pondered for a moment, and considered some of the battles he had with the monks suppressed by An Chen in the memory of Zhangji Dao.

"Interestingly, in the memory of Zhang Jidao, the people in the Anchen camp were all transformed into foreign objects that looked different from the monks. They could transform into human forms, but they could only unleash their complete cultivation when they transformed into their own bodies.

For example, a cultivator from the Dark Morning camp who once fought against this Zhang Jidao was actually a three-eyed toad hundreds of feet in size...

Compared with Ni Sheng who calls himself an immortal and a god, the people from the Dark Morning camp call themselves demons and spirits. What they practice is not the origin, but their own elixir. Even though the practice system is roughly the same, the roots are completely different. .

The power of repairing the inner elixir. This elixir is both the soul and the soul, and it is also the core of the brand of life. It is unpredictable and can resist the original power of the Nisheng world. This shows that the so-called power of repairing the elixir , also contains the root of the sky! "Su Ming raised his right hand while he was thinking, and the small gray ball immediately appeared in his hand.

There is still life in this small ball, but there is no consciousness. There are nearly a hundred thousand filaments in it, as motionless as sleeping.

"From this point of view, it can be determined that this object comes from the Dark Morning side. But the fact that it appeared in this hurricane could mean that... some of the monks from the Dark Morning side have arrived!" Su Ming thought for a moment, and with his consciousness Suddenly it spread out and merged into the small white ball, blending into every filament.

But no matter how Su Ming used his spiritual consciousness to integrate it, even if he completely covered the inside of the gray ball, he still couldn't find any place where his spiritual consciousness could be imprinted, just as if the gray ball was transparent.

A sharp light flashed in Su Ming's eyes, and he opened his mouth and sprayed out a stream of life energy. After surrounding the small ball, he swept it with his spiritual consciousness again, but the result was the same. There seemed to be countless densely packed filaments in the small ball, but it was still Su Ming was unable to imprint the slightest trace on his heart.

Su Ming snorted coldly, raised his left hand to perform the hand gesture, and immediately the white ripples around him flashed violently, spread out and then rolled back violently, heading straight for Su Ming. After an instant, he turned into Su Ming. Ming's white ring, under Su Ming's will, the ring immediately enveloped the small gray ball. It shrank slightly, and with a click, cracks immediately appeared in the small ball, and the nearly one hundred thousand filaments in it suddenly trembled. .

While they were trembling, Su Ming's consciousness extended again. This time, without any stagnation, he successfully imprinted his consciousness on these hundred thousand filaments one by one.

After doing this, Su Ming released his right hand and touched the small gray ball. Immediately, the small ball shattered with a bang, buzzing suddenly, and gray filaments flew out quickly, surrounding Su Ming instantly. , forming a gray hurricane.

This hurricane is made up of nearly 100,000 gray filaments. As it rotates, you can vaguely see a vague shadow inside it. The shadow looks like a greatly enlarged locust, spreading out in bursts. A strange feeling.

Su Ming closed his eyes. He could feel that each of these one hundred thousand filaments contained his own brand, and he could control them. But at the same time, he also noticed that each of these one hundred thousand filaments seemed to be larvae. General, and has lost its foundation and cannot continue to grow. It will not even take long for them to wither and die one by one.

It was almost the moment when Su Ming used the power of the white ring to imprint his spiritual consciousness on the one hundred thousand silk threads. At the moment when these one hundred thousand silk threads surrounded Su Ming and formed a hurricane, in this morning world, There were dozens of monks in dozens of places, and their bodies all shook.

These people all have a huge hole between their eyebrows, but no blood flows out. This hole was penetrated by a white ball of light that appeared calmly while they were meditating not long ago, and then disappeared. But now, they are in While trembling, they all opened their eyes.

"Someone brewed one of my larvae... This larvae is not the ones that were scattered before. This is... This is the first one that was brewed and was dispersed by me. It parasitized in the body of a monk in this world, and then again The larva that parasitized another person, was taken out by an unknown person, and then erased its consciousness!

This person is very courageous. He can erase the consciousness of my larvae and leave a mark on it. This shows that his cultivation is not weak, but he is a little too arrogant. If my larvae has enough nutrients, he can finally Grow to the same level as me, but in these three wastelands, unless it swallows hundreds of millions of monks, it will be difficult to grow, so there is no need to worry. Instead, I look forward to him cultivating it, so that we can wait When I meet it, swallowing the larvae saves me a lot of time. "

Such voices came from the mouths of more than a dozen monks scattered in different places at the same time. The words and tone were exactly the same. Even in the other three true realms, there were also many monks and ferocious beasts with holes between their eyebrows. At this moment, they all said the same words.

Where Su Ming was, he looked at the whistling and spinning threads around him, and at the faint shadow of a locust appearing within it. He narrowed his eyes. When he raised his right hand, he stretched out his index finger, and immediately there was a flash of thread. It came out, wrapped around Su Ming's fingers, and penetrated halfway in.

Su Ming's expression was as usual. He felt it carefully and found that a trace of the cultivation in his body was being quickly absorbed and integrated into the gray thin line along his fingers, making the thin line obviously thicker, and the vitality in his body was also It is now much richer and no longer looks like it was about to wither before.

"Absorbing cultivation, I wonder if this thing is a great supplement to you." Su Ming pondered for a moment and decided to raise this thing from An Chen to explore An Chen.

So after thinking deeply, he flicked his right hand to throw out the filament, and found multiple... poisonous bees in his palm!

It is the poisonous bee that contains the nectar of the Gods!

Under Su Ming's control, a drop of venom was secreted from the venomous bee's tail needle. The moment the venom appeared, the hundred thousand threads surrounding Su Ming immediately stopped and seemed to be still, motionless for an instant. .

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