Volume 1: If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 6: Three Desolate Tribulations Chapter 1375: Three Desolate Tribulations (7)

The expression of the old man Miesheng was extremely gloomy. As Su Xuanyi said, the deepest meaning of seizing one's body is that one must never seize one's own body. This is a law and a forbidden area!

Because once you take away yourself, another self will split again in your body. It is an invisible split, and it also means... No matter how strong or weak each other is, they will never be able to devour the other, they can only... coexist.

Old Miesheng knew this very well, but under Su Xuanyi's plan, Old Miesheng took away Lei Chen, and Lei Chen had the seed of Miesheng. ·····He is taking away himself.

Watching Lei Chen's aura merge with his own Taoist spirit and return to his body, Old Man Miesheng has felt the existence of Lei Chen and felt that his consciousness is full of hatred and helplessness towards him. The consciousness that was erased belonged to Lei Chen.

"What a Su Xuanyi!" Old Man Miesheng's eyes flashed. When he raised his right hand, he pointed towards the palm that Su Xuanyi had transformed into. With a bang, the palm collapsed, revealing Su Xuanyi's body inside. The body, and under the finger of the old man Miesheng, Su Xuanyi's storage bag was shattered, and the fifth oven inside appeared.

With another squeeze, the fifth oven collapsed, and at that moment, the woman's body inside, like Su Xuanyi's body, was reduced to pieces and completely erased.

Lei Chen's consciousness in Old Man Miesheng's body was trembling with hatred that was getting stronger and stronger.

"It doesn't matter if it's in my body, so...just watch me destroy everything. When I think of a way to peel you off, I will let you taste the taste of despair.

Now, first watch how I seal Su Ming as a sacrifice! "The old man Miesheng smiled ferociously, raised his right hand and waved it suddenly, pointing towards nothingness.

With this finger, immediately in the vastness beyond the Sangxiang butterfly, the young man in black robe suddenly raised his head on the compass that was constantly absorbing Sangxiang's vitality.

"Sacrifice..." The young man in black robe murmured, and a flash of light suddenly burst out in his cold eyes, but the look was also very dim, as if it could be extinguished at any time. Only at this moment, he It looks like a life.

While muttering, the black-robed young man raised his right hand and pointed towards the butterfly below. With this finger, a finger of wind immediately rose up and turned into a black air that instantly went straight to the Sang Xiang butterfly below. It seemed to be Follow the instructions given by the old man to collect his sacrifices.

At this moment, Su Ming looked at the person from the Ninth Peak in the whirlpool in front of him. His right hand had been raised, but... he could never touch the edge of the whirlpool, just like fate was unchangeable at some point.

The resentment absorbed by Su Xuanyi turned into a black palm that condensed the will of Old Man Miesheng. At this moment, it penetrated the whirlpool where the Wangchuan River was located, appeared in front of Su Ming, and turned into an endless Resentment and curses, at this moment...overwhelmed Su Ming.

Became a seal!

Seal the strongest cultivator in this world and brand him as a sacrifice to await the arrival of Xuan Burial.

Within that seal, the resentment that existed turned into countless faces. These faces were ferocious, crazy, and wanted Su Ming to die immediately, dyeing Su Ming's world black.

Su Ming was sealed in thick black mist.

"Su Ming, go to hell!!"

"You killed all my people, you have to die, you have to die!!"

"Haha, you can't save your relatives, we will try our best to kill you!!"

"When you killed our people, did you ever think that today would happen? Why aren't you dead yet?"

Countless faces appeared in the mist around Su Ming. Each of these faces twisted and roared. The faces were endless, surrounding Su Ming, and they continuously let out shrill roars and curses.

They hated Su Ming to the extreme!

Su Ming was silent, with sadness on his face. He looked at the mist around him. He could feel the power of the seal that existed in it. It might not be too powerful, but it was enough to trap him for some time. And these After time, he didn’t know what would happen to the vortex of the ninth peak...

"The one who killed you and other tribesmen, even the one who killed you... is not me." Su Ming's voice was filled with persistence. While saying this, his eyes showed sharpness, and he raised his left hand. He stood up, condensed his true will, and fused his Taoist's strongest attack, which instantly shot out from Su Ming's hand and headed straight for the mist.

The roaring sound swirled around, shaking the fog in all directions, causing the fog to roll violently. Su Ming swayed, and desperately launched his strongest attack again, constantly bombarding, and constantly moving forward, trying to use the fastest time Get out of here.

There seemed to be no rules, just constant bombardment, but only Su Ming knew that every time he made a move, he used his left hand!

And on his left hand, the palm prints gradually became very clear with this repeated attack.

However, the faces and curses formed by the resentment in the mist all around became crazy at this moment, and they were equally desperate to stop them.

"Whether you are or not, I say you are, you are!" This voice! The moment it came out, it overcame all the seals of resentment, spread throughout the mist, and echoed in Su Ming's ears. Su Ming's footsteps stopped. , turning back in this mist, looking into nothingness.

In that void, the endless mist surrounded and condensed into a figure. It was the figure of the old man Miesheng. He looked at Su Ming with a smile on his lips.

"You are a sacrifice, a sacrifice to Xuan Burial. This is your life. You can't escape or hide. This world has condensed countless grievances into a curse. Using the lines on your palms as a guide, I specially arranged it for you. ...The only thing I didn't expect was that the Sang Xiang in your world was so ruthless, and the people from the Ninth Peak who sent you away came back again..." Old Man Miesheng smiled slightly and said with his big sleeves With a flick, the surrounding mist rolled violently and suddenly turned into a huge hand made of mist, and Su Ming was in the palm of this hand.

"I don't believe in fate." Su Ming looked at the figure of the old man Miesheng. As he spoke, he raised his left hand towards the fog behind him and suddenly slapped it. With this slap, the surrounding fog suddenly roared. In this roar, The palm prints in Su Ming's palm suddenly transformed behind him.

"Are you talking about this palm print?" Su Ming looked at Old Man Miesheng and spoke slowly.

The illusory palm prints behind him were extremely clear, and when they touched the mist, a roaring sound echoed in the sky.

"This is indeed my palm print." Su Ming lowered his head and looked at his left hand. The moment Old Man Miesheng shrank his eyes, Su Ming suddenly flicked his left hand, and his entire left hand instantly withered. This level of withering If his left hand suddenly melted, in the blink of an eye, Su Ming's entire left hand would completely disappear, leaving only the left sleeve floating slightly!

"That palm print is what you were born with and cannot be changed. Even if you are..." As Old Man Miesheng spoke, his eyes suddenly shrank again, showing disbelief. He saw the mist around him. At this moment, it quickly dissipated!

Those resentful faces in the mist seemed to have lost their eyes at this moment, lost their ability to detect, and could not be found... Su Ming!

The rumbling sound came out more intensely at this moment. As the sound appeared, the surrounding mist quickly rolled back and dissipated. For example, the huge palm that had transformed into a rootless tree was now collapsing!

"This is impossible...unless...you..." Old Man Miesheng's expression changed, and he thought of a possibility.

"Your left hand had been cut off before leaving that palm print. Not only was the flesh and blood cut off, but also the connection to the arm in the soul. In order to make me make a mistake, you Although I don’t know what my purpose is, it was a foreshadowing mistake!” When Old Man Miesheng spoke, Su Ming did not speak, but quickly retreated, and as he stepped back, he had already stepped out of the fog!

Almost at the moment when Su Ming walked out of the fog, he saw in the whirlpool in front of him, the seal made of his blood that prevented the Wangchuan River from flowing back and preventing the people from the Ninth Peak from returning, instantly collapsed. With the collapse of the seal, The Wangchuan River is completely reversed. Those people from the Nine Peaks, Su Ming's familiar faces, are suddenly appearing from the whirlpool one after another at this moment. They have been reversed and returned to this world!

Su Ming's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, the third eye between his brows opened and closed, and his Taoist god also opened his eyes, showing a look of madness, but Su Ming knew that he could no longer use his magical power to send them back, because It's too late, he has only one choice!

Cut off the Wangchuan River!

Cut off this river of forgetfulness, cut off all connections with that world, cut off all causal connections with the people of the Ninth Peak, and cut off the way home. Only in this way, maybe they can have a glimmer of hope in this destruction. !

Su Ming had no time to hesitate. There was sadness in his eyes. He suddenly raised his right hand and slashed towards the Wangchuan River that was turning around in the whirlpool!

Even if it hurts in his heart, even if we never see each other again in the future, as long as they can live, as long as they still exist, that is enough for Su Ming!

However, the scene of Tianji had already been destined. The loss of Su Ming's left hand was ultimately part of Tianji. This unchangeable fate had actually become a destiny when Su Ming saw Tianji.

Just when Su Ming was about to cut off the Wangchuan River, a deep voice came from behind him that made the entire Sangxiang world tremble!

"Sacrifice..."

What appeared with the sound was a finger behind Su Ming. Everything in his path was shattered and destroyed, and all life was reduced to nothing!

Wherever this finger passed, the heaven and earth became nothingness, and a huge crack tore open from the nothingness, revealing outside the crack...the endless vastness!

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