Volume 1: If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 6: Three Desolations Chapter 1288: One Clan, One Clan, Must Strengthen Itself! (First Update)

!"Fight!!" From inside the Ninth Peak Mountain Gate, a roar rose into the sky like a tiger's roar. With the sound of this sound, Hu Zi's figure instantly appeared in Su Ming's eyes.

The moment the tiger-like body walked out, the majestic physical power exploded with a punch, and a huge mace was grabbed by Huzi's left hand from the air, suddenly appeared in his hand, and swept forward towards him. The roaring dark morning and the cultivation of Nisheng.

There was a roaring sound in the sky. Huzi's place was just a point where the armies of both sides came into full contact. Around Huzi, countless Ninth Peak monks were engaged in a crazy life-and-death battle with Anchen Nisheng.

In this battle, they fight for their existence!

In this battle, they are fighting for their lives!

There are also barbarian cultivators, who will show off their powerful bodies in this battle!

The enemy they faced had arrived and defeated several waves of cultivators who united the three realms like a broken bamboo. They even killed Xuan Zun of the Fourth Real Realm, forcing the Yin Sheng Real Realm to seal his realm, leaving the Fourth Real Realm unreachable. Not setting up a large formation, not seeking to kill the enemy, just struggling to resist.

It even swept across Daochen Zhenji, and no monk could stop it in its path. It could be said that... an army of strong men that had never failed, that was An Chen, that was Nisheng!

In this battle, the people of the Ninth Peak have been prepared to die, but even if they die, they cannot live in this world in vain. Even if they die, they must kill several people to be buried with them. Killing one person is enough, but killing two people is not in vain. Live, kill three people and earn two!

The Ninth Peak was like this, and the barbarians were even more like this. It roared to the sky, and the sound of fighting was deafening. It swirled around the entire starry sky and became the brightest light in Su Ming's eyes.

Sixty percent of the cultivation base was sealed, and the 40% cultivation base displayed by the Reversible Saint and Dark Morning Cultivation was still a powerful force in front of the ninth peak of the Sanhuang Daochen Realm.

After all, whether An Chen or Ni Sage, they inherited from the second era of this era, and their cultivation system and techniques are several levels higher than those of the Sanhuang monks. If Su Ming had not sealed 60% of their cultivation, this battle would have been impossible. ...There is no suspense at all.

Now, it is only fair to the Ninth Peak. In fact, Su Ming could have sealed a few more percent, but that would not be considered training, so he only sealed 60%, leaving An Chen and Ni Sheng to compete. The ninth peak is not much higher than half a realm.

The sound of fighting resounded in an earth-shattering moment. A large number of Nisheng and Dark Morning cultivators poured into the formation gap almost at the moment they stepped into it. The resistance of the Ninth Peak and the perseverance on the faces of hundreds of thousands of monks were reflected in this moment. The two sides touched and exploded instantly.

Just as soon as they made contact, a large number of deaths immediately occurred on both sides. This kind of group battle is the most test of the monk's personal cultivation. At this moment of contact, the roaring sounds of magical powers came one after another, and the light of the magic weapon and the fierceness of the collision formed ripples. Sweeping in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, the shadow of death fell in the starry sky, waving its harvesting hands, seemingly endlessly taking away every life.

This was the battle with the most serious casualties between An Chen and Ni Sheng after they invaded the Sanhuang. Whether it was the blockade of the Three Realms of the Three Desolates in the gap of the Three Desolations or the subsequent raids by An Chen and Ni Sheng on Daochen, or the expedition. No other real world has experienced massive casualties like this at the moment of contact.

After all, in the previous series of wars, An Chen and Ni Sheng were already invincible due to their strong cultivation.

The nine spiritual masters in white robes gritted their teeth and rushed to the front. The monks of the Ninth Peak fell back one after another. The five of them were their opponents. Although they had been weakened by 60% of their cultivation, they still used Its power.

But at the moment when these nine people completely stepped into the formation gap and entered the world where the Ninth Peak is located, and they were about to rush towards Hu Zi, the craziest among the Ninth Peak monks, suddenly, Daohai below this world , there were bursts of rolling sounds, and a huge will suddenly whirled at this moment, directly covering the nine people, and instantly submerged them in the will like a raging wave.

That is, the first of Daohai.

Shrouding these nine people in their own will, a battle between the spiritual masters separated the cultivators and unfolded between them. There was not much bloodshed, but for the nine spiritual masters, the Tao The power of Hai Zhixian was something they could not resist after their cultivation was weakened.

At the same time, the barbarian monks in the ninth peak also showed their pride as barbarians at this moment. Since their cultivation level climbed up last time, after adapting to the breath of Daochen True World, Another transformation has begun. This transformation is accumulated over time, and is a remnant of the barbarian bloodline. It has the same meaning as the sacrifice of the living in the Hall of Souls to fulfill the latter. In these short days, the entire ethnic group has been constantly changing. The stronger they get, the more they fight towards An Chen and Ni Sheng, fighting crazily in this melee.

Su Ming was sitting on the sea of ​​bones, looking at the scenes in front of him, his expression calm and without any change. If a knife wants to be sharpened, its edges will be broken, and if a tree wants to grow, it will be exposed to wind and rain.

The Ninth Peak and the Barbarians were the two most important homes to Su Ming. When they grew up, they had to go through wind and rain and everything that any force would go through when it was rising.

Only in this way can they grow into towering beings. Only in this way can they no longer need too much protection from Su Ming and transform from dependence to self-improvement!

What Su Ming can do is to make this war fairer, but in the end, if the Ninth Peak cannot adapt to such a war, he will be saved by Su Ming, and the Ninth Peak and the barbarians will not be allowed to be born from now on, because, like that Ninth Peak, such barbarians may not have the time to rise yet, so they might as well stay in the land of death.

And if they can grow, if they have the belief to dare to fight, and the will to fight against the sky, people, and everything, then Su Ming will use his full strength to make the Ninth Peak and the barbarians, Become the strongest sect and ethnic group under the sky!

none of them!

Looking at the war taking place ahead, Su Ming's expression slowly showed relief. He saw the resistance of the Ninth Peak, saw their unyielding and perseverance, and saw the lives that exploded at this moment. The brightest light of life.

Especially in that crowd, the tiger-like tiger was holding a huge mace while roaring. He cursed loudly while swinging it, and roared astonishingly like sweeping thousands of troops. There was no trace of honesty on his face. , but revealed a ferocious ferocity that made the enemies around him tremble.

And outside the gate of the Ninth Peak Mountain, there was the headless senior brother floating in the air sitting cross-legged. He did not take action, but the witch souls surrounding him. These souls whirled around and let out shrill screams. Rush out and go straight to An Chen and Nisheng Xiu.

Next to the eldest brother, there is the second brother. He is gentle and elegant. His expression is more solemn than ever at this moment. Orders are coming from him one after another, which affects all the changes on the battlefield. Around him, there are many people from the Ninth Peak. The monks who didn't take action were ready.

Further away, on the top of the ninth peak, Canglan stood there silently, looking into the distance with a calm expression.

The second senior brother is the soul of the Ninth Peak, and Fang Canglan is the soul of the barbarian tribe!

And Su Ming, he is no longer the soul of this sect and this ethnic group. He has withdrawn from sight and has become the...god of this sect and this ethnic group!

Today's Su Ming can indeed be called a god. If he cannot be called a god, then there is no god in the world. He has the will of the three true worlds and can make Emperor Yan Pei Chen tremble and fear. This... is Su Ming!

A smile gradually appeared on Su Ming's face, but Emperor Yan Peichen below him had an increasingly bitter expression. He did not dare to look back and could only look at the battlefield. However, although the battlefield was still reversed, The cultivators of Sheng and Anchen had a slight upper hand, but... they no longer had any momentum.

Sixty percent of the cultivation base was strangely sealed. This incident was a huge blow and invisible pressure to all the cultivators of Nisheng and Dark Morning, which shocked their hearts.

They shouldn't have continued to fight, but they had to fight due to the order from Emperor Yan Pei Chen. The result of this series of events was that An Chen and Ni Sheng's cultivation were not strong.

If the counterattack of the Ninth Peak was not too strong, then the momentum of Ni Sheng and the Dark Morning monks would slowly rise again, but what they encountered was an unprecedented fighting from the Ninth Peak. With constant casualties, when the Ninth Peak monks Some people began to choose the moment to self-destruct before death. In terms of momentum, An Chen and Nisheng Xiu had been completely suppressed.

Those cultivators of Dark Morning and Rebellious Saint, they looked at the monk who yelled the five words of Ninth Peak Glory before his death. The moment he shouted these five words, his body collapsed and exploded... If it was just a self-destruction, then It is impossible to shake Anchen Nisheng Xiu's mind, but... those who self-destruct, the chaos they cause when they self-destruct is beyond the power of their own self-destruction.

Because, on their bodies, there are actually a large number of jade slips containing the power of chaos, a large number of magic weapons that can self-destruct along with them, and those pills developed by the Ninth Peak that can self-destruct. These... exploded with each self-destructing monk, instantly increasing the power of their self-destruction several times.

This kind of madness shocked Anchen Nisheng.

Not one or two, but thousands of them. The strong roar swirled around the sky, and the self-destruction ripples formed were like the big hand of death sweeping across the battlefield, taking away a piece of life that was unwilling to leave.

In addition, among those who self-destructed, there were some who belonged to the barbarian tribe. They yelled the word "barbarian" before they died. The voice contained the reluctance to abandon the barbarians, but they did not hesitate to suffer irreversible consequences. The injured self exploded in an instant, using the power of self-destruction to complete the final brilliance of their lives.

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