Volume 1: If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 3: Famous in the Eastern Wilderness Chapter 747: The Son of Yin Death! (Second Update)

And this step is not difficult to overcome, because Su Ming already knows what he lacks. With this realization, he vaguely understands that what he lacks is vitality, which is the longevity that comes from the bodies of all Haoyang people. Yuan.

At this moment, Su Ming's soul heard the voice of a man who seemed to be a long, long time ago, who seemed strange to him, but also warm and familiar.

"Shaping Ming..."

"Sha Ming..." These two voices were Su Ming's murmurs.

As his words came out, and as the light of the stars came, an earth-shaking roar shook the sky outside the ninth peak.

In this roar, the whole world seemed to have stopped for a moment, and Su Ming's body collapsed instantly. Even if he had clearly understood Shaping Ming, even if his cultivation had entered the late stage of destiny, even if... …He showed the meaning of autumn at the last moment.

However, in the face of absolute strength, all of this was still fragile and vulnerable. The moment Su Ming's body collapsed, even though his illusory body was re-condensed on the ninth peak, this time the condensation was almost complete. Transparent, light, and almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

A weakness from the soul permeated Su Ming's consciousness. He staggered back a few steps, but persisted and stood outside the cave at the top of the ninth peak. Even at this moment, he still wanted to protect The ninth peak.

Even though his consciousness was about to dissipate and he was about to truly return to ruins, he still stood there insistently, even though... he was already transparent.

In the sky, in the roar, dozens of people among the thousands of slaves immediately turned into skeletons without any shrill screams, and fell into the sea from the sky.

Thousands of people, less than fifty dead in total, to them. The foundation is not damaged, but...the expressions of these thousands of people at this moment are solemn.

Because although less than fifty people died, there were hundreds of them. At this moment, their faces were pale, most of their vitality and longevity had been lost, and even their cultivation levels had dropped by several levels.

And Su Ming did all this alone.

"Kill. Go and kill him for me. Damn it, you all work together and kill this man immediately. Destroy this mountain. Even now, he does not choose to escape, but fights here to the death. Obviously this mountain is very dangerous to him. It is extremely important, destroy this mountain and kill this person!!" Dao Yuan hid behind his thousands of Dao slaves and screamed.

The thousands of Dao slaves all had their eyes flashing with murderous intent. This time, as they roared in, these thousands of people all unfolded their magical powers and spread out. As their magical powers unfolded. A force that could destroy the heaven and earth suddenly burst out from their bodies.

This power is enough to destroy Su Ming at this moment, destroy the ninth peak, and make the senior brother, Qian Chen and others in this peak sink forever even before they wake up.

Su Ming raised his weak head with difficulty, and his eyes fell behind these thousands of slaves. On Dao Yuan who looked excited, Su Ming's dim eyes condensed the last ray of cold light in his life the moment he looked at Dao Yuan.

"I have no regrets about living and dying with the Nine Peaks... But it is a pity that I did not kill Daoyuan who destroyed the Ninth Peak. I have no face to see my senior brother in the Nine Springs..." Su Ming murmured, thousands of slave supernatural powers appeared in the sky The moment is approaching. He looked down at the killing sword in his hand. The tip of the sword was trembling. He could feel the determination to kill the world conveyed by this sword.

"I still have two magical powers..." Su Ming could feel that his weakness had reached its limit, and when he was about to dissipate, he suddenly raised his left hand and pressed it towards the ground beneath him.

With this press, the ground immediately shook, and a burst of earth energy surged in from the ninth peak and from the sea under the ninth peak. It followed Su Ming's left hand and went straight to his illusory body. When it came, Su Ming's left hand immediately withered and looked like skin and bones, and at the same time, it was shimmering with white light.

This is the magical power of the Mixi tribe. It is one of the techniques Su Ming learned in the East Wilderness Tower. It is also the reason why the ancient existence in the Yin Death Vortex pays attention to it, and it is also... what attracts the two existences in the whirlpool of death. In the many worlds of the whirlpool of death, the Mixi clan and the Evil Spirit clan each have an opportunity to fight for hundreds of thousands of warriors.

The Mixi clan's magical power uses spirit to refine one's own body. If Su Ming has a body of flesh and blood, then the withered flesh and blood will appear to be withered, but in fact Su Ming's flesh and blood has not been reduced. The withered part of flesh and blood is caused by his body. The other parts are absorbed, so that the body is no longer perfect, and it seems as if there is a gap. This allows this clan's technique to use this withered left arm to absorb the power of flesh and blood of others, so as to make itself again Complete.

But in fact, this second consummation has made the Mixi tribe stronger than before.

But Su Ming has no flesh and blood body at this moment, so what seems to be withered... is his soul. As Su Ming's left hand withers, gradually all his illusory bodies wither at this moment, and eventually disappear completely, except for his hand. The right hand that holds the killing sword has condensed all of Su Ming's soul, almost crystallized and possessing substance.

The right hand holding the killing sword suddenly flew up at this moment. Holding the killing sword and carrying Su Ming's will, at the moment when thousands of slave supernatural powers came, he went straight to the place where Dao Yuan was in the distance, and transformed into A sky-shattering rainbow appeared, and he rushed straight towards Daoyuan at a speed that shattered all nothingness.

The sword was so fast that it was less than a hundred feet away from the Daoyuan in a blink of an eye. There were Dao slaves blocking it, but no matter who was blocking it, they could not avoid the almost final blow in Su Ming's life.

At the moment when this blow came out, Su Ming's mind and soul unfolded the magical technique he had learned from another tribe in the East Wilderness Tower. It was the technique of the Evil Spirit Clan, but he saw Su Ming holding a killing sword. The crystallized right hand suddenly erupted with a large amount of black energy. As the black energy erupted, Su Ming's right hand gradually disappeared.

The moment his right hand completely disappeared, the emanating black energy turned into a ferocious grimace, filling the surroundings of the killing sword. With a roar, the killing sword rushed out.

Wherever they passed, there were nearly a hundred Dao slaves blocking them, but the moment they touched each other, a roar that shook everyone's hearts and souls suddenly came from the grimace's mouth.

The reverberation of this roar was as if it could stop the movement of heaven and earth, causing the bodies of nearly a hundred Dao slaves to stop, and all the magical powers they had deployed froze, allowing the ghostly face to roar past the nearly a hundred Dao slaves.

Appeared directly in front of Daoyuan who screamed with shock and fear on his face.

The thousands of Dao slaves around were unable to rescue him in time. Su Ming's killing sword was too fast, and the ferocious face on it even stopped the movement of heaven and earth. As a result, they could only watch helplessly.

A sword, which contained Su Ming's life and everything, suddenly pierced Dao Yuan's forehead directly.

At the moment when the sword stabbed, the star robe on Daoyuan's body started to rotate rapidly with heat. The rotation of the bursts of star light caused the ferocious face outside the killing sword to let out a shrill scream and quickly dissipated. .

But there was another scream, which came from Daoyuan's mouth. His star robe resisted the ferocious grimace and could protect his body, but the Mixi clan's magical power from Su Ming's killing sword condensed Su Ming's body. After life, it began to absorb and devour, but at the moment when the star robe confronted the ghost face, it sucked out part of Daoyuan's soul from his body.

Daoyuan's shrill screams echoed as his soul was being devoured rapidly. At the same time, his body was trembling and withering rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if all the essence of flesh and blood had been sucked away. , that kind of pain is no less than Ling Chi.

But the power of the Star Saint Robe allows Daochen Sect to treat it as a treasure that a direct descendant of the Dao family has after birth. Even if it is difficult for Daoyuan to exert its full power, it is still... powerful. at.

It actually kept a trace of Daoyuan's soul alive, preventing him from dying. Even though Daoyuan's body was skin and bones at this moment, and his whole body was covered in gray, he... was still alive.

It's just that living is countless times more painful than death. His screams are hoarse and all his strength has been lost. If it weren't for the star robe locking his soul, he would have died at this moment, but this lock is different from Su's. The absorption of the Ming Killing Sword was like a see-saw, allowing Dao Yuan to endure the severe pain that would have destroyed anyone else's consciousness.

But Su Ming couldn't last long after all. His killing sword slowly lost its ability to absorb, and the ferocious grimace dissipated in the air. Everything about Su Ming's body was no longer there, even the energy condensed on this killing sword. Consciousness gradually turned into crystal points and spread.

The killing sword let out a mournful cry. Although it followed Su Ming for a short period of time, it allowed him to feel the true use of a sword.

This made it obsessed with him, so much so that when Su Ming's consciousness faded away, its sad neighing could be heard in all directions.

In the distance, the magical power of thousands of Dao slaves has covered the Ninth Peak. Under this magical power, the entire Ninth Peak is rapidly collapsing and disintegrating.

Everything seems impossible to reverse.

However, as the last soul of Su Ming, the white-haired man who turned into a moth, said, some people are unwilling to let him take action, and some people want to deliberately open the door to allow these boats to enter the barbarians more smoothly.

Similarly, some people did not want Su Ming to die like this.

"Su Ming, would you like... to be my... son of Yin Death in the remnant realm of Yin Death..." A vicissitudes of voice came slowly from the sky at this moment.

With the appearance of this sound, the whole world stopped for a moment. The thousands of Dao slaves moved differently in mid-air. Their magical powers also solidified. The collapse of the ninth peak also stopped at this moment.

The rolling of the sea, the roar of the wind, everything was frozen at this moment with the appearance of this sound.

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