Volume 1 If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 4 The Rise of the Divine Source Chapter 817 The Secret of a Foreign Place

"What secrets exist in this strange place? It is almost rare for intruders to survive. Even if they survive and leave, they will never mention the affairs of this place.

Is it because they can't say it, or there are other reasons. "Su Ming watched the horse thieves getting closer and closer to the village. The sound of horse hooves shook the ground, and at the same time, the domestic dogs in the village who were unwilling to bark seemed to have sensed the crisis. They began to bark almost shrilly, causing the already already exhausted dogs in the village to wake up. The extinguished lights were lit up at this moment.

At the same time, screams and sounds of fear came from the village, and there were even babies crying, creating chaos.

"I have been observing this village for half a month. There is no clue at all. It is just a village of mortals... If it is not an illusion, then they are real."

"This village was built here. If there are often horse thieves here, how could they not take precautions? But I looked at the fence inside and outside the village without any protection."

"There is something strange about the coming of these horse thieves. Why did I see..." Su Ming squinted his eyes. As his mind was spinning with thoughts, he saw that the group of horse thieves had approached the village less than a hundred feet away. The dogs in the village were barking and whimpering. Each child was held in his mother's arms, with fear and despair in his eyes as he trembled.

The men in the village were holding any kind of weapons they could get in fear. Although they were scared, they did not retreat. Instead, they let out crazy roars in despair.

To protect their families and their homes, they can sacrifice their lives.

"Kill, slaughter this village, kill all the men, old people and children, and steal their food and women. Move quickly. After destroying this village, we must rush back as soon as possible." The strongest man among the horse thieves , raised the machete in his hand with a ferocious smile, swung it forward, and roared, all the big men behind him rushed straight to the village while laughing wildly.

One hundred feet, eighty feet, sixty feet...

Su Ming was in the distance. Looking at this scene, he saw from a distance that the group of horse thieves were less than thirty feet away from the village. He looked at the frightened and desperate people in the village, looked at the fear in the innocent eyes of the children, looked at that one Why didn't any man take a step back from protecting his home? Looking at all the women, they were all in tears. He held the child tightly, with determination in his eyes.

Su Ming suddenly understood.

"I'm hesitating..." Su Ming murmured.

"While I hesitated, I fell into a choice. I chose to help the people in the village. I chose to assist the horse thieves in massacring mortals, I chose to remain calm and let things develop, or I chose to kill everyone here, and maybe Other options, but…

This is not my will, this is me being forcibly involved in the choice by the world, the surrounding environment and the development of the situation. Whatever I do, I am choosing. "

"This is a foreign land. It is a foreign land that is rumored to be extremely dangerous. I understand!" Su Ming took a deep breath. He looked at the horse thief who was only ten feet away from the village in the distance. He understood that everything in front of him was this world. This is the first choice I made for myself in this foreign place.

"Just like this dead tree, there is only one trunk, but the further up you go, the more forked branches will appear. Even if you choose one branch, you will encounter choices again, and you will not find it until you reach the end. . Is that the end?" Su Ming stood up and looked at the big tree next to him,

"What choice..." Su Ming's eyes flashed coldly, and he raised his right hand and waved towards the village not far away. At this moment, the horse thieves had already rushed into the village, and the current horse thieves raised the scimitar in his hand while grinning. At the moment when he was cutting off a middle-aged man in front of him, his body suddenly trembled, and the raised scimitar stopped in mid-air. The wind blew, and the big man and the horse under him were flying. At this moment, it became ashes.

There was no blood or minced meat. He turned into ashes and disappeared in front of everyone. At the moment when everyone in the village was stunned, the other horse thieves behind the big man were all in panic. Motionless, everything... turned into fly ash.

This strange scene immediately made everyone in the village breathe almost stagnant. They stared blankly at the fly ash scattered in the wind and snow in front of them, feeling unreal, as if everything was a dream.

Until they saw Su Ming walking step by step from the wind and snow, all of them shivered and backed away. Su Ming, with gray hair, wearing a white robe, walked through the wind and snow until he When he stood in front of the mortals in the village, his eyes swept over these people one by one.

What he saw was fear, a fear that was even stronger than when these people encountered the horse thieves just now. Su Ming looked away in silence. He couldn't turn around. When he chose to leave, the wind blew his hair. rise.

"It's said... you... you're a legend!!" Suddenly, a trembling voice came from the crowd, and an old man took a few steps quickly. His face was wrinkled and he looked like he was in his twilight years. He looked excited at this moment. He looked at Su Ming, his body trembling.

"You are a legend, the legend of our village, unmistakable, unmistakable... I remember your portrait, you are the legend!"

Su Ming was startled and turned to look at the mortal old man.

The old man couldn't speak clearly in his excitement, and he couldn't explain clearly in his anxiety. He quickly pointed to a house in the village.

Su Ming's eyes flashed, he looked at the house, and he walked towards it. After pushing open the door of the house, he stood at the door. His mind was shaken. He did not step in, but stood there for a long time.

This house is an ancestral hall, with many tablets placed inside. It is the place where the dead in this village are worshiped by their descendants. On the wall behind this evil tablet, there is a painting.

There is a man in the picture. This man is wearing a white gown and has long gray hair. He is leaning sideways in the wind and snow, as if he is turning around. The wind blows his long hair. This scene is the same as when Su Ming turned around just now. When I was about to leave, it was almost... exactly the same!

"This is a scroll that has been enshrined in our village all year round. When you..." Behind Su Ming, the old man's trembling and excited voice came, but Su Ming did not listen to this voice. It was no longer important.

The important thing is that when Su Ming looked at this scroll, at his flying long hair, and at the falling snowflakes, he understood that this was not the scroll that existed many years ago, but... the version of himself he had just now.

"A different place..." Su Ming murmured, raised his right hand and grabbed the scroll. Immediately, the scroll came straight towards Su Ming. The moment Su Ming took it in his hand, a majestic force suddenly came from the scroll. , after pouring directly into Su Ming's body, a vicissitudes of voice appeared in his mind.

This voice carries an ancient aura, as if it came from endless years ago. Because of its antiquity, even if you hear it, it gives people a sense of decay.

"I...Sui Chenzi." The voice echoed in Su Ming's mind, carrying an aura that could make the starry sky still. The moment the voice spread, the wind and snow around Su Ming did not move, and all the villages All the people had completely lost any signs of life, and they all stood there, motionless.

The surrounding buildings were rapidly decaying visibly to the naked eye, and those who were immobile were also decaying at this moment.

Not only them, but the snow on the ground, the wind in the sky, and the entire sky were slowly dissipating like decay at this moment.

Even the scroll in Su Ming's hand was dissipating, as if it was immersed in the passage of eternity in an instant, decaying rapidly.

All the colors around him receded at this moment, leaving only grayness. Only Su Ming's body still maintained its complete color, becoming the only difference in this world.

"When I was born, the heaven and the earth had already opened. I have no life to practice, and I have forgotten how long I have been... I have only one of the nine heavens in the sky. I have reached the end of my cultivation. One thought of the sky is destroyed, and one thought of the way of heaven is born.

One thought extinguishes all living beings, one thought gestates all things... The nine realms of the sky, the sky where the heaven and earth were first opened and divided, I have become one of them. If I die, the heaven and earth will be missing. If I die, the heaven and earth will be incomplete from now on.

Wherever my mind goes, there will be calamities. Whatever I think about, it is my lifelong pursuit of cultivation. All living beings in the world, and all the creatures in my world, are all my thoughts.

However... the damage to the heaven and the earth is irreversible, the sky is about to be destroyed, and there is no way to resist it... the eight of them have failed and fallen one by one, turning into ruins of dust. Only the old man is still struggling.

Eight of the nine realms of the sky have been shattered, so what's the use of my struggle!

I want to reverse the sky. If I succeed, I will reopen the world. If I fail... I will have my dust appear in the heart of heaven and earth. With eight good friends accompanying me, I will have no regrets when I die.

Before I fall now, I want to set a rule. I, Sui Chenzi, said... If this world falls and turns into a void of dust, those who are destined to come can obtain my divine source.

Divine Source, the source of the nine realms that were born when the world first opened. Only those with the Divine Source can become one of the nine realms of the sky, can cultivate to the extreme, and can be born...a realm!

Destined person, I don’t know how many years have passed in the sky where you are now, but if you look at how many true realms there are under this sky, you can know that in today’s era, there are several Xuan Zun like me!

You can see how many of the nine dust voids have disappeared in the heart of heaven and earth, and how many people have become Xuan Zun! "

Su Ming was shocked. This was the strongest shock he had ever experienced. The sound echoing in his mind gave him a roar that overturned his perception of foreign places.

"If you want to obtain my divine source, there are only three results. One is death, the other is not qualified but you can leave, and you can't say anything, otherwise you will destroy yourself. The third... merge with the divine source and step into the path of Xuan Zun!"

Su Ming's mind was like a million thunders exploding at the same time. His body trembled. At that moment, the world around him decayed. The houses disappeared, everyone turned into ashes, the sky disappeared, and the earth turned into nothingness. Only Su Ming was left. , stood there in a daze.

The scroll in his hand also disappeared at this moment. {PiaoTian Literature www.PiaoTian.com thanks all book friends for their support. Your support is our greatest motivation}