Volume 1 If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 4 The Rise of the Divine Source Chapter 931 Who...is Calling Me

This is not a simple barbaric god's technique, it is created by integrating Su Ming's illusion of the sun, moon and stars, and it is also added with a strange power that exists as long as you believe it.

It can be said that this is a magical power that only Su Ming can develop under the heaven and earth. Although this technique was transformed into the palm of the second-generation Barbarian God, even the second-generation Barbarian God is definitely unable to develop this level of magical power.

This is...Su Ming's palm!

He believed that his palms could blast away the void, he believed that his palms could shatter those thousands of sharp arrows, and he even more believed that his palms were the indestructible barrier in this battlefield.

The palm became more and more majestic. After the roar came into contact with the thousand arrows, the roar shook the earth. The bow holder on the earth, the treasure gourd man who came quickly in front of him, turned into a rainbow and approached, and the bow holder's expression changed. The reporter retreated quickly, and he also saw a scene in the sky. After seeing it, his heart was shaken, and he couldn't help but say one word!

"change!"

As soon as the word was spoken, the thousand arrows suddenly rotated, and a sharper penetrating impact suddenly burst out on the thousands of arrows. Under their mutual rotation, they actually condensed together, and a Thousands of arrows turned into one arrow!

Its power exploded again, several times more than before, but at this moment, Su Ming smiled.

The power that exists as long as you believe in it belongs to Su Ming's magical palm power. Its shape transforms into the palm of the wild god, its god appears in the illusion of the sun, moon and stars, and its power... is the art that exists if you believe in it.

However, Su Ming himself believed that this technique was only half completed. The other half... would only be complete after others believe it, and would it truly become Su Ming's unique magical power.

But now, following the words of the bow holder, he... obviously believed it.

As a result, Su Ming's huge illusory palm was no longer illusory at this moment, but suddenly solidified, and suddenly came into contact with the thousand arrows.

The roar was overwhelming, and the loud noise shook the entire wasteland. In this roar, there was a storm-like impact, suddenly rolling towards the surroundings and rolling away.

An arrow formed from a thousand arrows... disintegrated in the sky and turned into a thousand arrows again. Then they collapsed and exploded one by one in an instant. Unexpectedly, they could not stop Su Ming's palm in the slightest!

At the same time, the bow holder on the ground had no time to think about this. He retreated quickly, but no matter how he retreated, he could not avoid the knife around the neck of the little treasure gourd!

The treasure gourd kills people, the treasure gourd kills people!

Blood flowed from the neck of the bow holder. He staggered and raised his hands to hold the wound on his neck tightly, but he couldn't hold it down... The head flew up under Bao Gourd's sword!

Sand and soil came rapidly from all around, as if to catch his head and reconnect it with his body. Even with such an injury, the bow holder was not completely destroyed physically and mentally. On his empty neck, at this moment The sand and soil condensed rapidly, and it seemed as if he was about to recover. His body shrank even more rapidly, as if the shrinkage of his body was in exchange for the recovery of his injuries.

"I am the Shatu War Evil, I am the spirit of the Sand, and I am the latter who has been passed down for 3,691 generations. I will not die here!!" The flying head came out with a shocking cry. Roar.

But the roaring sound was directly suppressed by Su Ming's huge palm in the sky. At this moment, his palm also changed from thousands of feet to ten thousand feet, pointing towards the earth, towards the roaring head, towards the headless body. The man holding the bow rolled over fiercely.

Within this ten thousand feet range, in addition to the bow holder, there were nearly ten thousand Shatu tribesmen. Their fragile bodies were trembling at this moment, and they were running away in fear of each other.

They were afraid. They believed that the palm that seemed to be able to replace the sky would directly smash their bodies. As they believed one by one, the palm became real and became more powerful.

"Don't run, this is a lie. Don't run. The more you believe it, the more powerful it will be!!" The bow holder's head fell to the ground and he roared. If he hadn't understood Su Ming at this moment, If you don't have magic skills, then you are not worthy of having the cultivation level of Tribulation Moon Realm!

Farther away, the old man with an illusory body, his magic has reached a critical moment at this moment. He has the intention to remind his tribe, but he knows that with the fragility and fear of his tribe, his reminder will also be in this life and death crisis. It had no effect, his eyes simply turned cold, the whisper of the spell became more intense, he raised his arms and called to the sky.

In the sky, the muffled roar became increasingly clear.

"The color of the sand is a bit light." Su Ming spoke softly in mid-air.

boom!

A loud noise echoed, and the ground shook. After Su Ming's palm disappeared, a huge palm print appeared on the ground. In that palm print, the sand and earth chains outside Xu Hui's body had disappeared. She was lying there calmly, without any damage. But around her...

Nearly ten thousand Shatu tribesmen were all bloody and bloody, their bones were all shattered, and the smell of blood spread. Their blood stained the sand, making the color of the sand much brighter.

In the middle position, the body of the bow holder was completely shattered, and so was his head, both physically and mentally destroyed.

Only a huge bow next to it was pushed into the sand, with only one tip exposed, and bursts of whining could be heard amid the vibration.

Su Ming looked at the index finger of his right hand, and a faint aroma of the God's Nectar was coming out. This was caused by the suppression of the unknown seal after he showed his cultivation.

Fortunately, the fragrance only permeated around him at this moment and had not spread yet.

Su Ming swayed and walked to the ground. He walked through the bloody area and reached the place where the bow and arrow were buried. He stepped on the ground with his right foot and the bow immediately bounced up from the ground and was grabbed by Su Ming.

The moment he grabbed the bow, it quickly shrunk to a size that Su Ming could use. The wail on it trembled, showing a sign of surrender.

Putting away the bow, Su Ming walked towards Xu Hui, gently picked her up from the ground, put one hand around her waist, and leaned her head on his chest. Waves of fragrance from Xu Hui's body spread to Su Ming. Between his nose, Su Ming also sent vitality into Xu Hui's body, allowing her injuries to heal faster.

"Daokong..." Xu Hui struggled to open her eyes and looked at Su Ming, her voice was very weak.

"Have a good rest, I'm here with you." Su Ming said softly, raised his head, and looked at the illusory old man with arms stretched out toward the sky among the tens of thousands of Sand Tribe people scattered in the distance.

"What a boom! Sui Yunzhen Changlin!" The old man's hair was flying, his body was flashing, and he let out a loud roar toward the sky.

As its roar reverberated, a roar came from the sky. This roar spread throughout the desert. At this moment, every grain of sand in this seemingly endless desert began to shake at this moment.

Far away at the end of the desert, the Ninth Mosha was galloping forward. He could already see the end and the quiet starry sky beyond the edge of the desert. But at this moment, his expression suddenly changed. He looked down at the desert soil with a solemn expression. After looking back at the distance, he gritted his teeth and moved faster.

He could feel the madness and evil coming from the sand. Even as he moved forward, the sand under his feet moved backwards rapidly like running water.

He was so fast that he even bit the tip of his tongue at this moment. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, his body turned into a blood shadow and disappeared in an instant. He could sense that it was not just the sand in this area that was moving, but the entire desert. At this moment, all the sand and soil started to move, and as they rolled together, a large storm was set off, and the roaring sound, accompanied by sobbing, swirled in the desert.

A moment later, when he finally broke out of the desert and stepped into the quiet starry sky outside the desert, he turned back and looked towards the desert... He saw a scene that left him unable to calm down and a scene he would never forget.

He saw a huge face...appearing in the desert sky!

This face is like lying upside down in the sky. At this moment, the body sinks, not only the face is exposed, but also the body is exposed. This body... is as big as the entire desert!

In the desert, where the Wan Zhang statue was, the statue also shook. When a sign of awakening came from its body, the old man above its head was sitting cross-legged and motionless at the moment, but the black skull he held in his arms , but it emits a black and breathtaking light.

"Who...is calling me..." A voice that echoed throughout the desert suddenly came from the sky.

Su Ming suddenly raised his head and his eyes shrank. He saw the majestic body in the sky and the endless face. This face was that of a man. His eyes were closed, and a long scar connected from his eyebrows to his neck. , there were wounds inside, and it was all white.

A pressure that Su Ming had never felt before descended from this body at this moment. This pressure that Su Ming felt even... surpassed the existence of life and death in the palm of his hand! !

Although it cannot be compared with the heyday of Ecang, it is close! ! This kind of coercion is only slightly weaker than Sui Chenzi, but it gives Su Ming the feeling that it should be the same as Sui Chenzi... a powerful person in a great realm!

The hair of the man sinking in the sky is fluttering, looking like dragons dancing in the sky. His skin is very white, like snow, which will never be forgotten at a glance.

There was a cracked and broken mark between his broken brows. That mark... was in the shape of a desert. That mark radiated bursts of divine power that shocked Su Ming's mind!

"Xian Ling? Ling Xian?" Su Ming's eyes narrowed.

"It's me, the leader of the Shatu Tribe, Longdi, who is under your protection, disturbing your slumber, all because the Shatu Tribe is in danger of being exterminated... This person, this person has killed over ten thousand members of the tribe, and killed the tribe you gave to me. Spirit!" The old man with an illusory body spoke sadly. His body had already been kneeling on the ground when the body of a god appeared in the sky.

All the sand tribesmen around him were now kneeling in worship, with a fervor in their expressions that seemed to make them burn their own souls. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe and reward (this site). Your support is my biggest motivation.)