Volume 1: If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 6: Three Desolations Chapter 1243: Dharma Soul and Cauldron (First Update)

In the barbarian world, the early sun was in the sky, and the six hundred thousand barbarian cultivators all around focused their eyes on Su Ming. They witnessed that when Su Ming raised his hand, all the sea beasts were destroyed, and the Dead Sea turned into gas.

They also saw with their own eyes that when Su Ming waved his sleeves, he sealed the sky, making it difficult for the evil forces from the outside to step in. If these were the second best, then they also witnessed Su Ming's unparalleled ability to cut the will with one sword. Like a rainbow.

Although there are too many barbarian cultivators here who do not know who they are due to the distractions of the three wills that came before, for Yaman Wushuang and others, they are a group of people who have vaguely figured out the secrets of this barbarian world.

It is precisely because they know that there are three ancient wills as the masters of the countless realms of this whirlpool of death, so the shock in their hearts at this moment is much greater than that of other tribesmen.

That is the will of three people that has existed since ancient times. It is the irresistible will of God. Back then, Su Ming was unable to resist and could only walk away from the source of the gods. The senior brother, second senior brother and Hu Zi were also unable to resist and could only In order to get out of here, I had to be branded.

Even the generation of Barbarian God Lie Shanxiu is vaguely influenced by these three wills. The reproduction and changes of the entire barbarian tribe for countless years have the presence of these three wills behind them.

This... is just the barbarian world, just one realm in the huge vortex of death and death. It is conceivable that in this vortex of death and death, there must be many realms of space, all controlled by these three wills. Determine the fate of countless creatures.

But such a strong will, even though it was just a distraction before, was... suddenly cut into pieces by Su Ming's sword. This scene made Yaman Wushuang and others' breathing almost stop.

Fang Canglan looked at Su Ming in the sky with a smile. She didn't know how powerful Su Ming was, and she didn't care about it. The spiritual symbol of the barbarians for more than a thousand years made her hope that the barbarians would rise from the bottom of her heart. After waiting for Su Ming to return, she knew that this day... as Su Ming said, had arrived.

There is no more Dead Sea on the ground. Looking at the depression in the basin, no corpses can be seen, because the corpses of all the sea beasts have been shattered into nothingness. In the sky, the earthy yellow ring cannot be seen, but is revealed by a purple The formation of red light covered it, and it was as dense as a spider web, sealing the sky tightly.

Through this seal, you can see that there are a large number of evil spirits in the outside world. They look different and are trying to break the seal and come in. However, their power falls on the seal, but they cannot make any ripples.

"Is it coming soon?" Su Ming said quietly to himself, his eyes fell on the sky, and turned into a fierce meaning. As he said, he was waiting, waiting for the true intention of the three wills to come.

Only when their original intention comes true, can Su Ming's killing be able to truly eradicate the existence of these three wills. Su Ming has been waiting for this day for a long time, and he doesn't care if he waits a little longer.

Whether it was the forced departure back then, or the illusory plot in the Fifth Sea of ​​Divine Origin, coupled with the imprint of the senior brother and others, all of these gave Su Ming no reason not to kill people.

He had some concerns before. After all, the imprints of Senior Brother and others were by no means ordinary. Once these three wills were killed, they would most likely be implicated, but... after seizing the Daochen True Realm, he possessed the True Realm clone and became As the spirit master of the Realm, Su Ming is confident that his senior brother and others in his true realm will be protected by him.

In this way, these three wills will lose their effect in inducing the imprint on the senior brother and others when they are about to die.

Su Ming was waiting. His expression was calm, and his gaze fell from the sky to the land without sea water. His gaze could not cover the entire land, but with just one sweep of his consciousness, he could easily see the land of the barbarian world in his mind. screen.

He saw the frozen Dayu Palace buried deep under the sea. The ice had not melted much now. Looking at the once familiar place, Su Ming also saw the various creatures that were frozen. Now From the looks of it, these are clearly members of other tribes from the Lingxian era.

Perhaps there are tribes from Shu and Wu here, and this Dayu Palace... is obviously not created by a generation of barbarian gods. It was a dreamland of Dayu created by the Barbarian Duke when the Daman tribe was still there.

Su Ming saw this matter clearly in the world of Hall of Souls when he returned to ancient times.

His eyes finally landed on a towering platform in the ruins of Dayu Palace. He had been there before and had seen it when he returned to ancient times. Some of his guesses had actually been confirmed in his heart.

"The world I see...you can't see it, you can't see it...hope..." Su Ming murmured softly, the ancient Barbarian Tribe Manggong, the legendary Yu Manggong in the barbarian land, and The blind man who practices Xun, the man who tells himself that the world is in his heart...

These figures gradually overlapped, but Su Ming always felt that something was missing, until a touch of Su Ming's familiar kindness appeared in the overlapping figures. Su Ming sighed, he had already understood it.

At the moment when Su Ming sighed, he suddenly let out a sigh. In his consciousness, he felt two traces of life in the Dayu Palace. One of them was a huge black turtle. This turtle was now peaceful. Lying in a corner, facing Su Ming's consciousness, it showed hesitation, seeming to feel a hint of familiarity, but more of it felt unfamiliar and did not dare to appear.

"It's it..." Su Ming smiled slightly, and the focus of his consciousness was on the trace of the second life, which existed deep in the Dayu Palace. Almost as soon as Su Ming's consciousness swept it away, a sound With a crazy roar, it suddenly came out and seemed to turn into an impact, heading straight for Su Ming's consciousness.

During the silent roar, Su Ming's consciousness was distorted by this crazy fluctuation. Su Ming's eyes flashed. He had felt this kind of thing inside it when he first explored the Dayu Palace back then. Crazy will.

Although there were some judgments when the Dayu Palace was summoned later, it seems now that these judgments are not correct. This crazy consciousness is definitely not something that a certain life can possess. This is more... It's the soul of a certain magic weapon.

"The soul of the magical weapon..." As Su Ming pondered, his consciousness moved away and landed on the land of the Dead Sea where the barbarians once lived. In another location, there was a tower there. Although it was tall, it was still submerged by the Dead Sea. .

This is the Desolate Tower, and it is also the Barbarian God Tower. It was a tower built by the fierce mountain cultivator of the Barbarian God. At that time, Su Ming was unable to step onto the top floor because of his cultivation, and he was unable to find out what was said to be on the top floor. The authenticity of the clues to the Barbarian Sacred Artifact, the Wild Cauldron.

But now, the tower seemed transparent to Su Ming. He could clearly see that on the top floor, among the layers of seals and restrictions, there was a fist-sized cauldron floating, emitting bursts of wild energy. breath.

The tripod is ancient and vicissitudes of life, as if it has existed for countless years...

Looking at the small cauldron in the desolate tower, Su Ming felt silently. After a long time, he could be sure that this object... was not the cauldron of the Great Barbarian Tribe. It was a replica.

But even though it is a forgery, due to the accumulation of time, this object has some power of the wild cauldron, but it is just a cauldron with no soul in it.

Seeing this, Su Ming understood clearly.

What is sealed in the Dayu Palace is the soul of the magical weapon. This soul... is most likely the soul of the Dayu Sacred Artifact, or not all of it, but it must be part of it. And this cauldron is a counterfeit, but if it is compared with that Soul fusion, this thing... can also be called the Great Barbarian Sacred Artifact.

It's just much worse than the real holy weapon of the barbarian tribe in the Lingxian era.

"This is the secret hidden in the barbarian world, but it is just one of the many secrets in the whirlpool of death." Su Ming raised his right hand and pointed in the direction of the desolate tower.

With this finger, his spiritual thoughts suddenly gathered around the desolate tower from all directions. After being violently involved in it, a loud rumbling sound immediately spread around, and the seals in the tower were shattered by Su Ming's divine thoughts. In an instant, the layers were broken open one by one, and in just a few breaths, one went directly to the top layer.

The seal here is more complicated, but with Su Ming's cultivation level, all he has to do is break it by force, but... almost at the moment when his spiritual thoughts approached, suddenly, all the seals and seals existing on the top floor of the Desolate Tower were The restrictions seemed to have dissipated on their own after sensing Su Ming's thoughts of the Barbarian God, as if they were actively forced back.

This made Su Ming's eyes freeze, and his spiritual thoughts immediately poured into the top of the desolate tower, and he rolled up the floating palm-sized cauldron and disappeared into the desolate tower.

At the same time, Su Ming raised his right hand, nothingness twisted in his hand, and the small tripod appeared.

Its color is bronze, with an ancient aura, and contains the taste of time. It is floating on the palm of Su Ming's hand, motionless, but there is a sense of heaviness coming to his face.

Looking at the cauldron, Su Ming silently waved his long sleeve with his left hand and grabbed it fiercely in the direction of the Dayu Palace. With this grab, the Dayu Palace shook together, with roars, whirls, and clicks. The sound appeared, and in an instant, like a seal breaking, a crazy will suddenly rushed out from it.

The will is invisible, but when Su Ming looks at it in his mind, he can see that it is a huge figure. This figure is ten feet tall, extremely burly, with messy hair, and holding a long sword in his hand. The spear roared up to the sky as it rushed out, causing the heaven and earth to twist, and nothingness turned into ripples.

But its body is mostly vague and incomplete.

At this moment, under the roar, the figure turned its head sharply and stared in the direction of Su Ming, as if looking at Su Ming's eyes from an infinite distance at this moment.

Roar!

The figure roared again, and disappeared in an instant with a sway of his body. Only Su Ming could see that the figure turned into an impact of thoughts, approaching him rapidly. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)