Volume 1: If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 3: Famous in the Eastern Wilderness Chapter 681: The Great Perfection of the Wild Soul! (First Update)

"I am the Barbarian God!" Su Ming raised his head and said this sentence silently in his heart.

At the moment when these words echoed in Su Ming's heart, within the two whirlpool formations on the sky, the aura of arrival suddenly appeared. They were the new descendants of the Immortal Clan, coming from far away from the land of the Immortal Clan.

Also at this moment, outside the two vortex formations in the sky, there were more and more rainbows, and the twisting fluctuations became more and more violent. The sound of tearing was earth-shattering. There seemed to be a faint, continuous roar, coming from within the twisting towards the earth. Roared out.

"Barbarian God!!" If you listen carefully, you can vaguely hear that the roaring voice is shouting the word Barbarian God! !

Su Ming's statue appeared in front of Su Ming at this moment. The headless body with arms exuded endless pressure. Under this pressure, Su Ming's eyes flashed with overwhelming force. Jingmang.

"My savage image is still missing one leg and one leg, so I can fully reveal it in the vast world... I am the savage god, and the left leg of my savage image is the third generation soul body!" Su Ming said, raising his right hand. He waved forward, and immediately the beads transformed by the death of the three generations of barbarian gods flew out. Those beads suddenly turned into an illusory old man in mid-air. The old man opened his eyes, glanced across the earth, and then looked at Xiang Su Ming's face was blurry and his features couldn't be clearly seen, but he could be seen smiling.

As he smiled, the old man's figure gradually disappeared. Almost at the moment he disappeared, Su Ming's left leg suddenly appeared! !

Su Ming's hair moved without any wind. He watched the old man disappear and looked at the smile he showed. It was the smile of the soul of the third generation of barbarian gods that remained in the years.

There was recognition in that smile!

The moment the left leg of the statue appeared, the cultivation level in Su Ming's body suddenly exploded. Directly reaching the peak of the late Barbarian Soul. There is only one barrier between us and Dzogchen!

As Su Ming's cultivation level increased, his aura became as strong as a rainbow. Earth-shaking, the roar in the distortion of the sky became more intense, and there were more and more rainbows in all directions. As for the light pillar formed by the whirlpool formation formed by the descending immortal clan, the phantoms within it gradually emerged. Within the two light pillars, there were almost a hundred phantoms, which were rapidly condensing.

Su Ming ignored the two descendants of the immortal race within the beam of light. He looked at his own image. When he closed his eyes and opened them again, he raised his right hand and waved it toward the sky.

With this move. The sky roared, but this roar could not cover up Su Ming's voice that shocked everyone's hearts at this moment.

"The second generation of Barbarian God. The remnant soul that exists in this world. On every day of creation, you will roar in the dark. May you... gather here and become the right hand of my Su Ming statue. Legs, I swear that I will destroy the Immortal Clan and avenge you!!" Su Ming's voice echoed in all directions, and the moment everyone heard it, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Except for the roar of Ji An and his senior brother's attack that continued, there was dead silence all around.

Su Ming waited silently for an answer. If it had been any other time, his words would not have brought him an answer. But now that the barbarians are blessed with luck and are in the process of condensing the barbarian images, his voice will merge into the barbarians and follow the world of the barbarians. Echo, let the remaining souls of heaven and earth hear it.

Time passed by breath by breath, and more and more immortal figures descended into the two vortex light pillars, and many of them were almost completely condensed and formed.

At this moment, suddenly, a wisp of cyan aura appeared out of thin air on Su Ming's empty right leg. As soon as this aura appeared, a stream of cyan auras suddenly appeared from all directions in the sky and the earth. Under the condensation, a vague cyan shadow suddenly formed in front of Su Ming.

The appearance of this phantom was as blurry as that of the third generation, and its eyes were hollow, as if observing Su Ming. Su Ming's gaze also fell on this blurry blue phantom.

When they looked at each other, the familiar feeling that seemed to be hidden deep in the memory emerged for the second time in Su Ming's body. The first time was when he fought with Sima Xin and stepped on the arm of the second-generation Barbarian God. feel when.

Now that the second feeling of familiarity appeared, Su Ming was in a trance. He vaguely seemed to have returned to that unknown number of years ago. He could hear the cry of a baby girl in his ears, and the gentle voice of a gentle woman caring for him. And...that manly voice that was full of coercion but gentle.

The second generation barbarian god...

The green shadow in Su Ming's eyes was the remnant soul of the second-generation Barbarian God who had disappeared into the world. It was the remnant and resentment he felt before his death. At this moment, when he looked at Su Ming, his empty eyes seemed to be full of something. He regained his composure and slowly closed his eyes.

The moment his eyes closed, the cyan shadow went straight to the statue of Su Ming and turned into the statue's right leg, making the statue truly stand in the sky and the earth.

At this moment, Su Ming's cultivation suddenly exploded. At the same time, his statue was mostly complete, with only one head missing. The statue standing between heaven and earth was a thousand feet tall, like a huge giant. , in that sky, exuded a coercion that frightened the hearts of the immortals.

"A generation of barbarian gods... Lieshan Xiu who left the barbarian land... You forged the barbarian magic weapons and protected the entire barbarian land. You left a legacy that only lasted for three generations...

It is impossible for the fourth generation of barbarian gods to appear again in the barbarian tribe, because there is no legacy and no inheritance. If it does appear, it will no longer be the fourth generation of barbarian gods, but... a new barbarian god!

So, today, I, Su Ming, will use your remaining monument and your scattered inheritance to become the head of my barbarian statue. From then on, I will lead the entire barbarian tribe... to ignite new glory! "After Su Ming was silent for a moment, he suddenly spoke. His words echoed around the world, causing resonance in the world. At this moment, the entire barbarian land, Eastern Wasteland, Nanchen Island, Beizhou, and the Western Alliance region, all kinds of things... All the ferocious barbarian beasts in the land worshiped the sky in their respective territories and let out a shocking roar.

In the Eastern Wilderness Continent, the Yaman tribe hidden in the jungle, behind the old man standing in the open space, thousands of people were already kneeling there. Their bodies were trembling, and the desire and expectation in their eyes had almost reached the extreme.

Their eyes were focused, and the only old man standing was looking at the sky in silence. After a while, he seemed to have made a decision in his heart, and looked back at the tribesmen behind him.

"That's all, the consumption of blood has boiled to the limit. We, the Yaman Tribe, are going to gamble this time. If we succeed, our Barbarians will never be the same again. If we fail... we will be buried in Mantian!"

Yaman tribe, follow me to pay homage to the Barbarian God! "The old man overhauled his body, and immediately roars erupted from the entire jungle, and rainbows flew out. In a blink of an eye, nearly ten thousand rainbows flew straight into the sky from the jungle, burning towards their blood. The place of guidance roars away.

The person in charge is the old man.

The ones who set off earlier than the Zhiya Barbarians were the tribes hidden in the mountains. They could no longer remain silent. The burning of their bloodline not only improved their cultivation, but also had a will. The bloodline exploded, and in the end, the vast majority of the tribe suddenly chose to take off to pay homage to the Barbarian God.

At this moment, all the barbarians in the Eastern Wilderness Continent broke out and rushed from all directions towards where Su Ming was.

At this moment, Su Ming waved his right hand towards his statue, and immediately flew out a huge stone tablet from his storage bag. This stone tablet exuded the vicissitudes of the ages. It was exactly when the generation of wild gods left. The legacy left behind!

Now when it was flying out, at Su Ming's words, the whole stone tablet shook, collapsed on its own, and instantly condensed into the position of Su Ming's empty head. In an instant, it formed a head! !

The head has no face, but its appearance makes the resemblance look complete!

As the statue became complete, a mighty aura spread from the statue. As the sky and the earth roared, the statue slowly turned its head. The faceless head seemed to be facing Su Ming like a mirror.

At this moment, the last requirement of the Barbarian Soul Realm was completed, quite like taking a selfie! !

The faceless image immediately felt convex and concave. Gradually, a face that looked exactly like Su Ming suddenly appeared. The moment the image appeared, all the rainbows in the sky suddenly collapsed. , all gathered together in this pretty image.

All the distortions in the sky suddenly collapsed at this moment, making the distortion no longer exist and making the sky become transparent at this moment.

It was not just the sky here that was transparent, but the sky of the entire barbarian tribe. At this moment, everything was transparent, allowing the entire barbarian tribe, at this moment, perhaps for the first time in their lives, to see... the barbarian tribe. Real heaven! !

Barbarians have no heaven.

There is a huge whirlpool, which is so big that it covers all the areas of the barbarians. From any corner of the barbarian land, you can see the huge black whirlpool of Sky Mountain.

This vortex is still rotating now. It is composed of endless dense fog. The fog isolates everything from the outside world. Under the roaring rotation, there are even some bodies that are at least tens of thousands of feet or even hundreds of thousands of feet or even more. It is a huge ferocious beast, and its body is exposed from time to time in the mist.

It's just that although they are huge, compared with this whirlpool, they are like small beasts in the sea, incomparable.

This is the real sky for the barbarians!

This is also the time when a generation of barbarian gods existed. The barbarian sky, the subsequent changes, the sun, the moon and the stars were all... false!

That is the formation of the Immortal Clan!

The moment they saw the sky, all the flying barbarians in the barbarian land stopped one by one, staring blankly at the whirlpool of the sky, motionless.

In Su Ming's case, at the moment when the Savage Image appeared, his cultivation level suddenly broke through from the late stage of Savage Soul and became...the Perfect Soul of Savage Soul! ! {PiaoTian Literature www.PiaoTian.com thanks all book friends for their support. Your support is our greatest motivation}