Volume 1: If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 3: Famous in the Eastern Wilderness Chapter 686: Grandpa!

A nation should have a soul!

A nation without a soul is destined to be eliminated!

The souls of the barbarians gradually dimmed and died with the departure of one generation of barbarian gods, the dismemberment of the second generation, and the disappearance of the third generation.

What is left is only confusion, and then there is the kind of morbid illusion, living in the past glory in the classics, unwilling to wake up, or... unable to face the current decline.

The barbarians, indeed, are no longer a nation that is worshiped by all the worlds under the leadership of a generation of barbarian gods... They are like a dying old man who has reached the end of his life.

The division of several continents, the continuation of civilization, the civil strife caused by the rebellion of the Wu clan, and the arrival and infiltration of many immortal clans in these eternal years have made the barbarian tribes fragmented, leaving only an empty world. shelf.

Even the cultivation level is permanently fixed in the barbarian soul, unable to open the next realm. As time goes by, this nation has gradually failed to keep up with history, and has gradually been... abandoned by the years.

How can such a nation have a soul? She has no soul, her soul is dead!

All that was left of the glory was the whimpering song. The glory of the past has long since become nothingness. The wreckage in the flames is destined to be the comfort of dreams. The burning blood cannot ignite the soul of a clan. !

The Nine Stars of Punishment of the Immortal Clan are the people of this world, the hanging sword!

Perhaps this sword should have fallen long ago, but... after all, this is the barbarian land that was once worshiped by all the worlds. There once appeared here a person who made the entire immortal clan bow their heads and shocked the entire Daochen Holy World.

Lie Shanxiu!

This is his hometown, and he...even though he has been missing for eternity, he may...not be dead yet! One day, maybe he will come back.

Even if he will not come back, the treasures he left behind to protect the race in this barbarian land before leaving, and the law of barbarism that is infinitely more powerful than many treasures...!

This law is also the law of the land of death. Under this law. The cultivation of all those who come will be infinitely weakened. If it were not for the existence of this law, then the barbarians... might have disappeared under the sky long ago.

But these are just external forces. If a nation has no soul, it will eventually lead to annihilation.

Su Ming was confused about what the soul was. But the roars echoed in his ears right now. The warmth and strong impact he felt in his body and mind made this moment seem real. Understood something.

Perhaps, in this roar, each sentence is related to death. Under the burning of blood, a hint of... barbarian soul bloomed!

Be afraid of death, but suppress fear in fear, and face death without hesitation. Since the soul of this nation has dissipated, since this nation has been eliminated by time, then...if you cannot let your nation rise again, then you must fight with Our nation... will die together! !

That sentence about dying together with the barbarian gods might not be about Su Ming. But...barbarians!

Die together with the barbarians! !

The roar of nearly 20,000 people, the earth-shattering roar, became the strongest cry in the world at this moment. The madness in that voice was an explosion that had been suppressed for countless years. Under this explosion... death doesn't matter!

Under this explosion, in this will to die with the barbarians, the impact that hit Su Ming's heart made him feel a warmth that he had never experienced before, and that had nothing to do with any emotion. It is... the sprout of soul that reappears from the barbarians! !

This soul is not the soul of the barbarians back then. Rather, there is a sense of reluctance in the midst of destruction, a sense of madness in nothingness, and a sense of determination that would rather be broken than destroyed!

This soul is invisible, invisible, and intangible, but at this moment, every one of the tens of thousands of immortals on the earth felt strongly that there was something that seemed to be rising from the 20,000 people in the sky. The stock is enough to break some will!

Ji An's face turned pale and he staggered back a few steps. With his cultivation level reaching his level, he could tell the clues at a glance. He looked at the roars of the 20,000 barbarians and saw their will bursting out. His His expression changed rapidly.

"The soul of the barbarians..."

The expression of the black-robed Emperor Tian also changed immediately. He did not expect that his nine-star punishment would actually cause the 20,000 people in this barbarian tribe to show signs of souls.

This sign is a kind of belief, a kind of incense, and a kind of persistence. Once a nation has such persistence, then this nation will be extremely terrifying. It is one of the nations that cannot be destroyed by any force. soul.

Unless... kill all the blood of this nation and leave no grass behind!

"These 20,000 people are seeds. If they don't die during this catastrophe, as they disperse, they will spread the seeds of the barbarian souls to the entire barbarian tribe, infecting all bloodlines. At that time... the barbarian tribe will fall asleep for a few days. Ten thousand years later, open your eyes and wake up!

This kind of thing must not be allowed to happen. These people... must all die here! "Di Tian's eyes flashed, he bit the tip of his tongue again and spit out a mouthful of blood. He raised his right hand and waved, and his golden blood drops went straight to the whirlpool in the sky. During the roar, the fairy starry sky outside the deathly mist Here, the nine cultivation stars guarding this land of death once again erupted with dazzling light, and nine more bright lights descended.

But just as the nine rays of bright light penetrated the Yin-death mist and were about to rush out and head straight towards the barbarians, suddenly, a whimpering sound suddenly appeared in the world of barbarians and in the swirling Yin-death mist. Appear within!

The arrival of this song was extremely sudden. Its appearance made the sobbing sound sound like the cry of a barbarian. The whirling sound of the music actually caused the nine bright lights to stop in unison at the moment they came out. , actually paused, as if at this moment, the entire sky, the entire world, and the scope of the Land of Yin and Death, all stood still for an instant.

Also stationary were the second wave of nine strong lights, and above Su Ming, the seventh light of punishment that Xing Gan and the many barbarians were trying to block!

Everything stood still for an instant, and the only thing that existed was the whimpering music, echoing in the world. The sound of the music fell into Su Ming's ears, and the moment Su Ming heard it, he slowly He slowly raised his head and looked at the sky.

He is familiar with this tune. He has heard it several times. He still remembers the last time he heard it when he was fighting the clone of Emperor Tian. He still remembers the last time... He watched an old man playing like this in front of him. of Xunqu.

The old man's appearance appeared in Su Ming's mind, but suddenly, he found that he could not remember the old man's appearance. At this moment, he breathed quickly, and he was shocked to find someone he had never seen before. Pay attention to the facts! !

The old man's appearance seemed... different every time Su Ming saw it. Only the blind man's behavior was the only thing that was clear in Su Ming's mind.

It was obviously an old man who looked different every time he met him, but Su Ming didn't discover this until now. This matter was extremely strange, and Su Ming suddenly seemed to understand a lot.

"My barbarian tribe finally has a soul, how can I let you be destroyed!" A voice that has experienced endless years of vicissitudes slowly came out from the mist of the whirlpool of death, and what appeared with the voice was the whimpering The melody becomes more and more high-spirited.

The pupils of the black-robed Ditian's eyes suddenly shrank. This was the first time he heard this sound, but it was not the first time for him to hear the aura emanating from the vortex of death! !

It is this aura that has kept his Dharma Body from coming for many years. It is this aura that is the source of his hidden crisis! !

"Who are you!" Di Tian took a step forward, raised his right hand, and his five fingers suddenly collapsed, turning into five blood arrows and shooting straight into the whirlpool of death in the sky.

Immediately, the five blood arrows turned into five blood dragons. They roared and merged with each other, forming a five-headed blood beast. It roared into the whirlpool and let out a roar.

In this roar, the vortex of death in that curtain seemed to collapse, suddenly spreading to the surroundings. The moment it spread, a figure in white was revealed inside it!

That figure was an old man with dull eyes. This old man's appearance was different in everyone's eyes. Even the same person would see something different every time he blinked.

But... very few people are aware of this, as if they automatically ignore the change in the old man's appearance in their own consciousness.

Su Ming, the moment he saw this old man, he recognized him. It was the old man who was cultivating the Xun! !

Only this time, after he saw the old man's appearance clearly, his heart was shaken violently. This kind of shock was unprecedented in him. Even when he knew that this was the realm of Yin and Death, the shock in his heart was far worse. It's far from comparable to this moment.

If there were tens of millions or even more thunderbolts in his mind, they all roared together at the same time, causing Su Ming's consciousness to be instantly confused, causing his body to tremble violently, and making his whole body completely numb. He stood there in a daze, and all that was left in front of him was the old man's appearance.

He didn't dare to blink, he was afraid that if he blinked, the other person's face would change again, and the look he was looking at now that made him tremble would be replaced.

That look was the most profound in his memory, and that smile was the most unforgettable part of his life. All of that made Su Ming's soul feel empty at this moment.

"Grandpa..." Su Ming murmured, and after this murmur, he made a shocking sound.

"Grandpa!!"

The old man in the sky, as he appeared in Su Ming's eyes at this moment, was astonishingly... He was Mangong from the Wushan tribe, he was Mo Sang, he was Su Ming's... grandpa! !

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