Volume One: If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume Seven: How Many Reincarnations and One Less Person Chapter 1472: The Rise of the Ancient Buried Barbarian God

Chiyang's eyes were filled with emptiness. As a Taoist Daoist, and as a powerful man at the pinnacle level of the Ancient Burial Kingdom who inherited the way of destiny, he never thought that one day he would fall.

He follows the art of Qi Luck, and with the current prosperity of Dao Zong's Qi Luck, his own Qi Luck will never be damaged. Therefore, although Chi Yang cares about Su Ming's appearance, he will not care about it. A sense of life and death crisis.

He believes in luck, and more importantly, in fate. He believes that he is not in danger of falling. He even believes in luck and the rules of the Ancient Burial Emperor that no one can break.

This kind of confidence ended at the previous moment, when Su Ming's right finger broke the rules of the Ancient Burial Emperor, penetrated the translucent net, and landed on Chi Yang's eyebrows.

This finger finally broke through the void and ignored the rules. It was like penetrating through the years. The moment it was pressed between Chiyang's eyebrows, the branches of the ancient tree of enlightenment penetrated into Chiyang's body from Su Ming's finger. It spread in an instant, and when Su Ming raised the fingers of his right hand, Chiyang's body seemed to be normal, but in fact, his body had been replaced by countless branches, and the spirit disappeared.

When a generation of Dao Zun died, his body went straight to the ground and fell. His eyes were lifeless, as if he was hiding a deep unwillingness, but in the depth of his unwillingness, there was still a sense of disbelief before death. .

He really couldn't believe it, because throughout the ages, he could be said to be the first Dao Zun who was not killed by the Nine-level Dao God. This kind of death broke the rules of ancient burials, and in the eyes of Sen Mu and Bai Lu, this was tantamount to shaking the world. The fate of the Ancient Burial Kingdom has passed.

This shock caused Senmu and Bailu to change their expressions as they saw Chiyang falling. When their eyes shrank, they looked at Su Ming with more solemnity than before.

Su Ming looked calm, and when he turned around, his cold eyes fell on Bai Lu.

"The next one is you." As soon as these words came out, Bailuhao's heart trembled, and a sense of death that he had never experienced before suddenly emerged in his heart. With the emergence of this feeling, Bailuhao Without hesitation, he stepped back, raised his right hand and waved forward, and immediately a huge war drum suddenly appeared in front of him.

This war drum was purple and black, and as soon as it appeared, it immediately exuded vicissitudes and shocking momentum. A feeling that seemed to suppress the world immediately filled the world of this sect.

Almost at the same time as the war drum appeared, Bailu's nervous voice immediately rushed towards Morimu.

"Senmu, if the two of us don't use our full strength, today will be our disaster!"

The moment the sound came out, Bai Lu raised his right hand and landed on the huge war drum without hesitation. When the roaring sound spread in this earth-shattering rumble, the disciples of the Dao Sect below all suddenly Their faces turned red, and they all sat cross-legged. No matter what the monks were, they were all sitting cross-legged, and streaks of blood appeared from their respective heavenly spirits!

This is Bailu's true magical power. His techniques are ever-changing, but the core is still luck. However, this luck technique, when used in his hands, can change the destiny of all the monks in the entire Taoist sect. Luck, that red thread, is like everyone's destiny. At this moment, when it is diffused in large quantities, it suddenly condenses together in mid-air with the fingers of Bai Lu's hands, turning into a bloody figure.

This figure exuded bursts of terrifying power, like a clone of the white deer, which could be controlled by him at will. At this moment, the figure suddenly raised its head, and the snowy light all over its body suddenly turned into a bloody rainbow and headed straight for Su Ming. .

At the same time, there was a look of determination in Sen Mu's eyes. The crisis at this moment had actually emerged strongly in his heart when Chi Yang fell. This moment could be said to be a critical moment of life and death. If he and Bai Lu were unable to fight against Su Ming , then the two of them will definitely end up like Chiyang today.

Years of practice have dissipated. The realm of Dao Zun will no longer exist. His life will be dim and will no longer exist in the world. This kind of thing is unacceptable to him. The bloody figure almost went straight towards Su Ming. At the same time, Morimu took a deep breath, raised his right hand and pressed it fiercely on his forehead.

"Ten decades of practice, turned into a hundred generations of reincarnation... open... the power of thirty generations of reincarnation!" As Senmu's voice echoed, a loud roar suddenly came from his body. As the voice echoed, there were people all around him. , twenty-nine illusory figures appeared.

These figures are male and female. Although their appearance is different, in the eyes of the powerful monk, their souls are the same. These are all forest trees!

It was Senmu who had been practicing for countless years and walked his own path according to his unique destiny. It was a... road of reincarnation!

Hundreds of reincarnations, suppressed by him again and again, became the seal that bound him. At this moment, he was able to directly unlock 30% of it. This seal cannot be unlocked all at once, otherwise he will suffer from mental confusion, so he can only open it gradually. Now, turning on 30% of the power at once was already his limit in a short period of time.

Including his body, there were a total of thirty shadows. When the world was filled with the sky and the earth, the overwhelming aura coming from Senmu was earth-shattering at this moment.

Even as soon as he moved, it seemed as if thirty people stepped forward at the same time, rushing straight towards Su Ming in an instant and surrounding Su Ming, as if forming a formation.

"Reincarnate in thirty lives, look back on the past... all the vicissitudes of life!" When Morimu opened his mouth, it seemed as if thirty people were speaking at the same time. The voices were condensed together. Instead of having the feeling of waves, they had the sound of a murmur. As it turns out, when it spins around, it suddenly forms a whirlpool formation that looks like reincarnation.

Inside this formation was Su Ming, and the bloody figure that was like a blood-colored rainbow coming straight towards Su Ming. Even outside the reincarnation formation, following Bai Lu's magical power, there were three more Qi Dao Sect disciples. A red figure composed of blood fibers formed by luck suddenly appeared and rushed towards Su Ming as if it could penetrate the void.

Su Ming looked at all this with a calm expression, his eyes were flat, and when the samsara circle was spinning and the bloody figure suddenly appeared, Su Ming closed his eyes.

At the same time as his eyes were closed, the barbarian land emerged in Yu Su Ming's heart, and the barbarian god's song emerged.

When his eyes opened, Su Ming opened his mouth and let out a...barbarian god's roar!

Roar! !

It is difficult to describe the shocking momentum displayed by Su Ming under this roar. Waves of ripples rolled rapidly around Su Ming in an instant, as if the space was collapsing due to the intensity of the sound at this moment.

In this collapse, behind Su Ming, an illusory land of barbarians suddenly appeared! !

The meeting started at 8:30 in the morning and was not completed until 5:30 in the afternoon. It lasted all day and all day... Then I returned to the room and was about to code... Erbian, Miitu and others called me, and I Only then did they realize that they had been waiting in the hotel lobby for a long time.

So I quickly told them the room number, and with their company, I wrote this chapter, but there are only words. Please forgive me and understand... This year's annual meeting at the starting point actually remembers who did not come to the meeting. Let me ······There is no chance of skipping classes...