Su Ming's bland words contained a chill that made Mo Feng shiver, and as Su Ming's right hand raised and pointed towards Hefeng, suddenly the wandering moon wings around Hefeng went straight to Hefeng in a sharp roar, wrapping it layer by layer, so that when the early sun was fully rising at this moment, the Hefeng did not completely dissipate.

The reintegration of the moon wings gave Kazufeng a sense of escaping death, and his inner feelings for Su Ming, fear took over, and he felt that he really couldn't grope Su Ming's will, and the other party's thoughts were very different from what he thought of as common sense.

Just like today, he thought that Su Ming would not really kill him if he said anything, but in fact, he did not die, but He Feng knew that if he was a little slower in his words, then what was waiting for him now would be death.

Zephyr has a very strong wildness, and is not willing to be a slave of others, at this moment fear occupies most of his heart, but slowly, as his fear becomes less and less, he may still ...... There is a backlash.

But for now, he didn't dare, he didn't dare to kill again without finding how to avoid this strong threat under the sun.

Su Ming knows this.

He really didn't want to kill Hefeng like this, after all, his cultivation was weird, and it could play a great role in the Tianlan Witch Hunting War, as for this kind of person's backlash, Su Ming had his own plans.

The wind that fused with the moon wings again turned into a shadow, and after bowing to Su Ming's heart, he honestly blended into Su Ming's shadow.

On the ground, there were two bloody human heads, and a withered and rotting corpse.

Seeing that Su Ming was awake, the fire ape snorted on the side, picked up the head of the thick man of the Wu clan, and fiddled with it in his hand.

The sound of the song around Su Ming, with the rise of the early sun, as the light enveloped the earth, gradually disappeared, he looked at the blue sky, took a deep breath, and slowly stood up from the night cross-legged.

When he got up, a burst of crackling sound suddenly came out of Su Ming's body, this sound was like bones colliding, like flesh and blood rubbing, with the whirlwind of the voice, Su Ming's face mountain lines appeared, under his chest and clothes, the Wushan tribe transformed, snowflakes fell, and his right eye was even red.

The whole dark blood moon Wushan wind and snow map is completely revealed, the light on it flickers, and there seems to be a faint whimpering whirlwind, as if this bend exists in Su Ming's brute lines, when all the brute lines are revealed, it will naturally drift out.

Su Ming's hair was windless, he stood on the ground, raised his head, and slowly, his feet floated up, three feet off the ground.

A powerful aura of cultivation suddenly erupted from Su Ming's body.

Before the original auction, at the end of the first heart change, his cultivation had reached the late stage of the opening of the dust, only one step away from the Great Perfection, this step, Su Ming had a realization at that time, he needed to lose the sound of the song, he needed to play the music in the memory, if he could do this, he could make his Wushan barbarian pattern and memory completely fuse, so that the wave of his brute pattern vibrate, so that his cultivation from the late stage of the dust to the Great Perfection of the dust!

After the auction, Su Ming went all the way until he retrieved the repaired damage, the three-day forgetting journey, and it was not until the night of the fourth day that he slowly did it, in that quiet night, the night of killing, and the bloody night, he finally played the real loss song, so that the loss had a soul.

This soul is the condensation of Su Ming's memory, and this soul is the soul of Su Ming's concubine pattern!

The momentum on Su Ming's body became stronger and stronger, and after a while, the earth within a radius of hundreds of zhang rolled, and the trees rattled, as if there was a howling wind.

Su Ming's body floated a few feet from the ground, his eyes showed a bright glow, and a feeling of power was in his hands.

It seems that there is only one realm between the Great Perfection of Dust Opening and the later stage of Dust Opening, but in fact, the Great Perfection belongs to the ultimate of Dust Opening, and belongs to the strongest level in the realm of Dust Opening.

People who have reached this level can be called the Great Perfection of Dust Opening, or they can be called secondary bones, because of this level, they are separated from the barbarian sacrificial bone realm like a piece of paper.

If it is broken, it will be broken as soon as it is poked, and if it is not broken, the years will not be able to weaken it.

Su Ming's body slowly descended from mid-air, and the moment he stepped on this earth, his hair slowly scattered on his shoulders, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them after a while, his eyes were calm.

"It's early morning on the fifth day, and there are two days to go...... From here to the Tianlan barrier, there is not enough time. When Su Ming closed his eyes, in addition to calming down the fluctuations of his cultivation, he also felt the location of some of his vitality imprints.

He could faintly feel the direction, and roughly judge the distance from himself.

"That being the case......" Su Ming's eyes flashed, picked up the head of the witch woman, and threw it to the fire ape, the fire ape's body jumped up, caught it and smiled, carried the long hair of the two heads, tied it to his waist, and patted Su Ming's chest, revealing a faint and powerful look.

Then Su Ming walked to the side of the dried corpse with a bat tattoo on his face, and slashed his right hand on his shriveled neck, and a clicking sound came out, before Su Ming could pick up the person's head, the fire ape on the side couldn't help but run over, and grabbed the person's head, so that the person of the witch clan was separated from the head, and there was no blood flowing out of the broken place.

The fire ape was even more proud, and hurriedly tied the third head to his waist, and shook it a few times beside him, his expression becoming more and more excited

Su Ming didn't look up, but stared at the headless corpse in front of him, patted it on the body, and took out a pocket made of straw.

The bag looked very broken, but after Su Ming held it in his hand, he found that this thing had the same effect as the storage bag.

"Huh?" Su Ming poured the bag into the palm of his hand, and a stone the size of a fingernail fell out of it, this stone was colorful in the sun, and there seemed to be smoke in it, which looked quite beautiful.

There are no less than 100 stones like this in this leather bag.

In addition, there were some medicinal herbs that Su Ming had never seen, and the number of these herbs was also quite a lot.

Putting the straw bag in his arms, Su Ming got up and disappeared in a flash, and when he appeared, it was in front of a headless corpse in the jungle not far away.

After groping around with this corpse, Su Ming frowned, got up and disappeared again, this time when it appeared, it was in the other direction, next to the witch woman Firefly, after groping, there was still no straw bag.

Su Ming's eyes flashed slightly, and after getting up, he walked into the jungle, walking into the distance, the fire ape followed him, and he didn't know where to find the huge battle axe, and carried it on his shoulder, the battle axe was very heavy, but this fire ape was born with divine power, but he didn't feel heavy.

Su Ming looked at it with a smile on his face.

"Little Red. Su Ming spoke softly.

The fire ape raised his head and rolled his eyes at Su Ming, ignoring it.

Su Ming smiled, his body shook and he went straight to the front and galloped away quickly, and the fire ape hurriedly followed behind, with a look of competition, obviously unwilling to lose to Su Ming in speed before.

A man and a monkey galloped all the way, and after an hour, they left the jungle and appeared on a vast plain, where the wind rose and rattled, and some wild flowers bloomed, exuding a faint fragrance, making it a deserted place when no one appreciated the beauty.

"How is it here?" Su Ming stopped, stood on this plain, and slowly spoke, his voice echoed in all directions, and the fire ape looked around, thinking that Su Ming was talking to himself, so he rolled his eyes again.

Your Excellency followed all the way and sent Mo to this place, but he was always silent, but he was not ready to make a move. Su Ming turned around, his eyes blazing, and looked into the distance behind him.

The fire ape was stunned for a moment, and immediately followed suit.

But I saw that on that grass, when the wind swept the grass, a thin figure slowly revealed, walking towards Su Ming, step by step, and stopped dozens of feet away from Su Ming.

It was a tall, thin man, dressed in a black gown, who looked to be in his thirties, with deep eyes and hair in braids that were scattered behind his head.

He stared at Su Ming with a solemn expression.

Su Ming also looked at him, and the eyes of the two were dozens of feet apart, and there was a condensation.

"Haidongzong, Wu Duo!" After a long time, the man's right hand was raised, and a dark blue token appeared in his hand, throwing it towards Su Ming.

The token turned into a dark blue line and went straight for Su Ming, but Su Ming took a few steps back, letting the token fall to the ground without touching it.

Seeing Su Ming's small move, the pupils of the man's eyes shrank slightly.

"Osan Min, Mosu. Su Ming said calmly.

"As for which sect you come from, it's not Mo's concern, but you took my loot, and you need to give Mo a generation for this. Su Ming looked at the man, in his eyes, this person's cultivation had not reached the sacrificial bones, and he was the same as him.

But the feeling that this person brought to Su Ming was as fierce as encountering a lone wolf, far surpassing the previous three Wu clansmen who were equivalent to sacrificing bones.

Listening to Su Ming's words, the man was silent and did not speak, the same as Su Ming's feelings, in his senses, this Mo Su in front of him seemed to only open the dust and the Great Perfection, and it had just been reached, but it made him feel like he was carrying a needle on his back, especially since this person could see that he was secretly following, which made him reluctant to act rashly.

And he understands that if he can kill those three people of the Wu clan, this Mo Su in front of him must not only look at his cultivation, as for the Wushan Division, he has never heard of it, and he thinks that the other party made it up.

"Maybe you're following me for this. Su Ming spoke slowly, raised his right hand, and in his palm, a colorful spar the size of a fingernail appeared. (To be continued)