Volume 1: If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 3: Famous in the Eastern Wilderness Chapter 419: It’s It! !

Volume Three: Famous in the Eastern Wilds Chapter 419: It’s It! !

Seeing that Su Ming had lost his composure, the old wizard of the White Bull Tribe was stunned and immediately felt ecstatic in his heart. He did not feel sorry for this sacred object in the clan. Even if this object was a strange treasure, it was still incomparable. It exceeds the weight of the tribesmen in his heart.

If he were given a choice, even if one day he knew that the things left over from past generations in this tribe were a great treasure, he would not regret it... As long as his tribe could survive this disaster and survive more Those people, those children can grow up, and those young people in the tribe can watch the day when each of them has gray hair.

Being able to do this, he can give up everything. For him, this is the greatest meaning in his life after he becomes the Witch Lord!

While ecstatic, the old man also felt uneasy in his heart. This was the first time he saw Su Ming unable to control his emotions. The grabbing action just now gave the old man the illusion that if he withdrew his hand, It will definitely arouse the opponent's murderous intention like a storm.

At this moment, the old man took a few steps back, cupped his fists and bowed to Su Ming. While Su Ming was observing the sacred objects of his clan, the old man spoke respectfully.

"Regardless of whether the adults really choose to help my fragile White Ox tribe, this thing belongs to the adults. It's just that the villain represents the 379 people of my tribe. I beg the adults to have mercy and help my tribe once..." This old man, The sorcerer of the White Bull Tribe, an old man with an unattractive appearance, a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and a strange voice in his words, unexpectedly knelt down towards Su Ming when he stepped back.

He is the shaman of the White Bull Tribe, he has his pride, he is the Yang shaman, he has his pride... In fact, if the tribe does not exist, even if he dies, he will die standing. How can he die so easily? kneel.

But at this moment, he knelt down for the sake of the tribe, for the familiar faces, for the tender voices calling him grandpa, and for the young men and women in the tribe who he had watched grow up.

He will never forget that when he was a child, although his appearance was ugly, no one in his clan had any ill will towards him. He could also never forget that when he was young, he had a secret love for the most beautiful woman in the clan.

He couldn't even forget the kind eyes and high hopes when the previous generation of witch masters identified themselves as witch masters after their death. All of these were his warmth and the most important part of his life.

For the sake of the tribe, not to mention kneeling down to beg, not to mention giving away the sacred objects of the clan, not to mention being questioned by the clansmen. He could even imagine that when the clansmen found that the sacred objects were missing, they found that the sacred objects were now placed in the clan. After the holy object was forged by him, the hatred and resentment towards him might last a lifetime.

But he chose to endure these! Silently, one person bears it, just for... the continuation of the tribe.

Su Ming is his only hope.

Su Ming's eyes slowly moved away from the sacred object of the White Ox Tribe in his hand, and looked at the White Ox Tribe shaman who was kneeling there. The wisdom shown by this old man was given to him by the years. His decisiveness, It is brought about by his character.

Although Su Ming didn't know everything about what he did for his tribe, he could still see some of it.

"Am I your only hope?" Su Ming spoke slowly after a long while. Even though the other party was from the Witch Clan, even though he came from the Barbarian Clan, and even though the two races were at war, what the old man did reminded Su Ming of himself. Grandpa...

The old man kneeling there nodded slightly.

"What if I'm not here?" Su Ming was silent for a moment and then asked.

"I will choose to merge with the Black Crane Tribe, even if the cost is high... I even thought that the Black Crane Tribe would find the strongest person around here, Mrs. Ji. In fact, if Mrs. Ji really comes to cause trouble for me, the White Bull Tribe , I also have a way to make him stop..." The old man raised his head and looked at Su Ming. Under the wrinkles on his face, his sharp-mouthed face looked full of wisdom, vicissitudes of life, and deep fatigue.

"What will you do if your two tribesmen don't find a tribe that values ​​them or a strong person willing to come here to help you migrate?" Su Ming said calmly.

"This is the fate of my White Bull tribe. If it is true, I will stay here and watch the coming of the Eastern Wilderness with my tribe. In the destruction, I will sing ancient songs and dance to the songs passed down by my tribe. Dancing and death are nothing to be afraid of." The old man was silent, and after a while, a smile appeared on his face and he spoke softly.

Su Ming looked at the old man, and gradually his face showed respect. This was a person worthy of his respect, even if he was from the Wu Clan, but when he said these words, Su Ming could feel that there was no falsehood in his words.

Such words, without such thoughts, would be difficult to believe even if they were spoken.

"At the beginning of the Soul Moon, bring your tribe here." Su Ming closed his eyes, and when he opened them after a moment, he spoke lightly, turned around and walked towards the restricted Dongfu Mountains, which now looked like an empty place. In a flash of ripples, his figure disappeared.

The old man from the White Bull Department looked at Su Ming walking away with a grateful look on his face. He stood up, cupped his fists and bowed deeply before leaving with hope.

Within the confinement of the Dongfu Mountains, Su Ming's figure walked out of nothingness. He held the sacred object of the White Ox Department in his hand. He sat cross-legged next to the black wooden stick. He looked down at the object in his hand, and excitement flashed across his face. .

"I didn't expect to see this thing here again... What exactly is it..." Su Ming took a deep breath. What he held in his hand was a round stone plate.

This stone plate looks very ordinary. Apart from some fine carvings on it, there seems to be nothing out of the ordinary. Only in the center is a fragment the size of a fingernail inlaid. The color of this fragment is slightly different from that of the stone plate. , so it looks very obvious.

What made Su Ming lose his composure in front of the old man from the White Bull Division was the fragment embedded in the stone plate. This fragment was only the size of a fingernail. It was completely dark and emitted bursts of light!

This object is surprisingly the same in feel as the strange fragment hanging around Su Ming's neck, except that compared with the piece Su Ming had, this one is much smaller.

Only this thing could make Su Ming lose his composure and grab it. The old man saw the clues. But compared with these trivial things, getting this thing is nothing.

Staring at this fragment, Su Ming looked alternately confused and reminiscing. The scenes of Wushan in his memory appeared in his mind.

From the moment he got the black fragment, until he deceived Manxiang so that he could practice barbarism, until Wushan was destroyed, until he obtained the inheritance of Fengman and Leiman...

This black fragment changed everything about him.

Looking at the stone plate, Su Ming was stunned for a long time. It was not until the sun set in the sky that he sighed with a complicated expression. The memory of those scenes made him feel sad for the first time.

After calming his mind, Su Ming took off his black fragment from his neck. The moment he placed it on the stone plate, the fragments in the stone plate immediately flashed with intense light. At the same time, his fragment in Su Ming's hand , also flashed with dim light, seeming to reflect each other.

Then, what made Su Ming take a breath was the stone plate inlaid with the fragments. At this moment, the carvings on it suddenly glowed with white light. In Su Ming's eyes, they seemed to be alive, slowly. The ground turned.

But after only three turns, the light immediately dimmed, and several cracks immediately appeared on it, which seemed to be about to shatter and collapse. Su Ming's eyes flashed, and he put away his black fragments, and then he didn't let it go. The stone plate was completely shattered.

"This object is inlaid on this stone plate, but I don't know what's so strange about this stone plate. Next time I wait for the White Ox Tribe Witch Lord to come, I'll ask him about it." Su Ming touched his chin and suppressed his inner thoughts. Excited, he put the stone plate into his storage bag.

"Nine Yin Realm... is it an ancient ruin? The Jiu Ming Flower inside can give you more confidence in breaking through barbarian souls and experiencing the catastrophe of life and death. I have never heard of this before, but look at the words of the old man from the White Bull Department. , it shouldn’t look like lying.

And the curse technique actually originated from here and was mastered by the people of the Wu Clan. In this way, there may be some ancient treasures in this Nine Yin Realm, such as..." Su Ming lowered his head and glanced at the finger. The red ring was something he never had time to study.

"Will people from the barbarian tribe find a way to go there? Maybe we can see some familiar faces there, as well as people from the Wu tribe..." Thinking of the people from the Wu tribe, Su Ming had a headache. The commotion caused by Hong Luo made Su Ming feel uncomfortable. Ming didn't know what to say if he met Wanqiu and others.

After thinking for a moment, Su Ming shook his head and no longer thought about this headache. He knew that the Dead Sea Glacier could not be visited in a short time, and the fusion of thunder crystals could not be completed in a short time.

Before waiting for the arrival of the White Ox tribe, Su Ming decided to study the curse technique and at the same time consolidate the three Li Feng techniques inherited from Feng Man.

In addition, he had to go through great dangers to snatch the black wooden stick. He would also need to study it during this period to see if it had any other effects.

In addition to these, the Nascent Soul in the clone is seriously injured and needs to be carefully nursed back to health at this moment. However, the power of heaven and earth here is so strong that even without the elixir, the injury can gradually become lighter.

Time passed by for more than half a month. In the past twenty days, Su Ming's clone's injuries had recovered somewhat, and his Nascent Soul was no longer sluggish. Although it was still somewhat weakened, it had regained its energy.

As for the black wooden stick, although Su Ming could not find a way to put it into the storage bag, he discovered that not only could the weight of the object change, but it could also change size. After shrinking it, he could carry it with him.

And the red ring, the power contained in it made Su Ming slightly intoxicated after studying it. The power of the curse was so vast that Su Ming was confused and couldn't figure it out, but every time his mind wandered When you are immersed, you will be in a trance.

In the early morning of this day, Su Ming woke up from being immersed in the red ring. His expression was still confused, and it took him a while to recover.

"The power of the curse..." Su Ming murmured softly, suddenly his expression changed, he raised his head and looked outside the confinement of this place.

After a while, the voice of the old man from the White Bull Department came faintly from outside.

"Lord Soul Captor, the Shaman Duke of the White Bull Tribe is asking for an audience. I am here with my clan members who have the soul-capturing physique."

Su Ming stood up and flicked his sleeves. Immediately, a small snake flew over and disappeared beside him. At the same time, the poisonous corpse turned into a black light and was put into the storage bag by Su Ming. As for the clone, its essence was The baby flew out in an instant. After Su Ming's Tianling entered, Ji Yunhai's puppet body, as well as the black beetles that were sleeping again, were taken away by Su Ming. Then he slowly raised his right hand and pointed forward.

Suddenly, ripples flashed in the void ahead, and a gap appeared. The old man from the White Bull Department walked in with two nervous-looking young men and women.

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