Volume 1: If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 6: Three Desolations, Chapter 1274: Mourning the Tribe

"Mourning..." Su Ming's eyes flashed as he looked at a large number of threads of light condensing above him, outlining his other self in this world in the shape of a butterfly. His peripheral vision swept over the ten mourning souls around him.

Su Ming didn't understand the meaning of this so-called mourning, nor did he know why this kind of soul was called mourning, but he could feel that there was a long-lasting sense of vicissitudes among these ten mourning souls.

Especially the three words just now seemed to echo from the past at the moment they were spoken, containing a rule that Su Ming did not understand.

At the moment when these three paragraphs were swirling around, another Su Ming in this world, who was Sangzi, flashed a cold light in his eyes, and his whole body turned into a huge butterfly, roaring straight towards Su Ming.

Su Ming snorted coldly, and waved forward with his hands together. Immediately, countless mountain peaks appeared instantly. These peaks were all illusory. In the blink of an eye, there were as many as a billion, filled with infinite nothingness. They overlapped each other in an instant, and transformed into Nine mountains surround Su Ming.

This is the most powerful mountain-moving technique that Su Ming can display now that his will is almost complete. With the roar, as Su Ming waved his hand, the nine mountains rushed straight towards the approaching Sangzi.

The loud rumbling sound was earth-shattering at this moment, and nine mountains collapsed in an instant. However, the butterflies transformed by Sangzi collapsed and fell into pieces at this moment. Another Su Ming in this world spurted out blood, and his body suddenly rolled back hundreds of feet. , Su Ming's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the remaining five peaks roared as he stepped, like five sharp arrows heading straight towards Sangzi.

It's a long story to describe all this, but in fact it only took a moment. While the roaring reverberation was still lingering, the five peaks were approaching Sangzi, and they were about to attack away like a broken bamboo.

But at this moment, suddenly, from the ten mourning souls. In the flickering of the ghostly light, a huge ghostly colored vortex suddenly appeared around Sangzi. As the whirlpool rotated silently, a face suddenly appeared in it.

The features on the face were clear, and it was obvious that he could remember it at a glance, but the strange thing was that when Su Ming looked at it, he had the illusion that he could clearly remember it, but it could not be imprinted on his mind, and he would forget it in an instant.

Almost at the moment when this feeling emerged, deep words came out from the face of this whirlpool.

"Everything that exists. Because it exists, it can be lost... This is death."

The moment these words were spoken, five peaks roared towards them. The moment he touched the vortex, Su Ming's eyes suddenly shrank. He clearly saw that the five peaks, without any vibration or abnormality, actually... disappeared out of thin air! !

Leave nothing behind. It seems like that sentence, because it exists, it can be lost!

"You can't break Su's mourning. These ten people are not really mourning. They just had some bloodlines during their lives, and they were inspired by me after their death. Each person only got 10% of the real mourning power.

Mourning... That was a tribe that once appeared in the real world of Sangxiang like a flash in the pan in the ancient years. There were only a few members of this tribe. But it caused a sensation in the entire world. Therefore, the clan seems to be born to integrate into the rules and become a part of the rules. But wherever mourning exists, there is nothing they do not know!

There are many more strange powers they have. It was Lord Sang Xiang who personally took action to wipe out this clan!

However, only the physical body of this clan was erased, and their inheritance could not be erased. Even Lord Sang Xiang cannot do this, so the clan is a different species and has a long heritage. When Su became Sangzi, I summoned him from the void and turned it into my... Mourning! "This world spirit is Su Ming. The voice of the young man named Sangzi swirled, with a gloomy tone, and a hint of ferocity that was gradually revealed.

Su Ming's eyes flashed and he looked at the soul in the vortex. Without saying a word, he took a step forward and appeared next to one of the ten mourners around him. He raised his right hand and grabbed it, but...he missed it!

As if the mourning did not exist, Su Ming's right hand swept across his body.

"They just don't exist. Just because they don't exist, that's why... they exist!" As Sang Zi's laughter echoed, the eyes of the faces in the vortex suddenly flashed, and immediately the ten mourning figures around Su Ming all appeared. Under the twists and turns, they disappeared into thin air.

"A very interesting ethnic group, it reminds me of a strange power I have encountered before." Su Ming's eyes fell coldly on the face of the whirlpool, and when he spoke lightly, a black light flashed all over his body, which was the extremely dark light. The moment of catharsis turned into a source of extremely dark light, and even more like a sea of ​​light, whizzing straight towards the face of the whirlpool.

"All the dead have thoughts out of nothing because of the longing for the living. This is mourning." At the approaching moment, when the words swirled on the face of the whirlpool, from behind the whirlpool, Sang Zi became another Su Ming in this world. From his mouth, a low growl with strong murderous intent suddenly came out.

"My thoughts, the thoughts that came out of nothing, were you...die, die, die, die, die!"

With a bang, Su Ming's extremely dark light disappeared in an instant when the first word "death" came out. At the same time, the moment the second word "death" appeared, Su Ming's expression changed instantly, and his body suddenly trembled as his body roared. Back off.

But just when he took three steps back, the third word "death" came out, causing Su Ming's whole body to shake violently, as if his flesh and blood were reversed, and he stepped back again with an increasingly pale face, as if there was a strong feeling in front of him. The explosion collapsed and shocked his body. When he stepped back, the fourth word of death fell on Su Ming's mind like a heavy hammer.

His mind roared, and Su Ming seemed unable to resist this power. Whether it was magical power or will, it was difficult to fathom its existence. It seemed that this power was in his heart, and it was stimulated and ignited at this moment, causing astonishing damage to his body.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. The moment Su Ming stepped back, the fifth word "death" came out. Su Ming spurted out a large mouthful of blood and stepped back again. This time, he did not stop until he had retreated hundreds of feet. His eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. , with a ferocious expression on his face, staring at the face of the whirlpool, staring at the other self floating in this world after the whirlpool.

He raised his right hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the ferocious look on his face turned into a murderous intent.

"As expected of another me in this world. His cultivation level is obviously not as good as mine, but he can injure me in this way." Su Ming raised his head and flicked his right hand before opening his mouth. A whirlpool immediately appeared in his hand. As the vortex accelerated, a star vortex gradually appeared within it.

"It's not me who hurts you, it's Mourning. If you can't break my Mourning Soul, you can only be sealed and slowly fused into one by me. I am you and you are me." Another Su Ming in this world, He looked at Su Ming from behind the whirlpool face, without concealing the murderous intent in his eyes. When he spoke lightly, he raised his right hand and flicked it. Immediately, the eyes of the whirlpool face in front of him shone brightly. In an instant, the whirlpool came straight towards Su Ming.

"For the mourning clan, take the thoughts of the living, take the existence of the dead, take the sustenance of the pursuit of the spirit, take the power of this life and the next, condense it into incense, and use this... to turn mourning into death, let the existing continue to exist, and let the gone... ...Return to nothingness!" The voice murmured from the mouth of the Uzumaki face. When the voice was heard in the ears, there was a sense of decay and vicissitudes, as if the murmur that had existed for countless years was whirling again at this moment, making the starry sky shake.

Su Ming's eyes contracted. At this moment, he suddenly had a strong feeling. It seemed that his will, cultivation and even vitality began to decrease at this moment. It seemed that these words had strange power and could interfere with the changes in the heaven, earth and sky. , Su Ming clearly felt that the will of the Immortal Sect True World that had disappeared due to his appearance in the Sangxiang True World actually... showed signs of recovery.

Su Ming even felt that the will of Daochen Zhenjie in the Three Wilderness Realms that he had taken away his body had also undergone such a change.

This change shocked Su Ming's heart, and he felt a strong crisis instantly. However, there was no fear in his expression, because...Su Ming always believed that no power in this world can exist forever. Yes, everything has a natural enemy. This natural enemy is not one, but one appears at the same time. Even if it is destroyed, another one will definitely appear again after an unknown number of years.

Just as the old man Tian Ling said, Su Ming firmly believed that powerful wills such as Sanhuang's would have natural enemies, let alone the mourning clan.

Su Ming's eyes flashed coldly, and his will exploded. It was the majestic will of two true realms condensed together. It was the second strongest power in any great realm, second only to the highest will in this realm. The divine pressure of this will can destroy millions of monks. Even the other self here will succumb to this will unless he borrows the power of Sang Xiang.

When his cultivation has reached Su Ming's level, his magical powers are ever-changing for him. They are not limited to a certain area, but can be transformed and operated as long as he thinks about it.

For example, at this moment, when Su Ming's will was swirling and spreading, a red lightning immediately appeared in front of Su Ming. This lightning carried a shocking aura, and at the moment it appeared, the surrounding starry sky seemed to be immersed in it. A state of relative stillness and eternity.

This is clearly the Lingxian Tribulation!

It was just imitated by Su Ming with his will. Although it was not as powerful as the real Lingxian Jie, it was still enough to frighten the world.

"The Mourning Clan can be wiped out by Sang Xiang's will. No matter how strong this clan is, it has its limits." The moment Su Ming's cold words came out, red lightning roared straight towards the face of the whirlpool.

Without waiting to see the result, Su Ming flicked his sleeves, and five bolts of lightning appeared in front of him. These five bolts of lightning instantly turned into five faces, intertwined together to form five faces, and turned into one. With a big hand, he suddenly grabbed the whirlpool face.

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