In the breath of the stone flakes in the jade box, Su Ming did not dodge in the ancient past, in the vast expanse of many epochs ago, but faced the black-clothed young man, dared to show his sword, and turned into the sword of his will and roared away......

In the rebel saint camp, the three rebel saints were sitting in the main hall, Xuanjiu rebel saint's eyes were closed, his body was constantly trembling, all the beast bones in front of him instantly collapsed and shattered, and his calculation seemed to be interfered with by a force, making his eyes seem to be about to open, and his expression showed pain.

It was as if the power to open his eyes did not come from him, but from nothingness, as if there was some kind of power in this void that made it impossible for Xuan Jiu to calculate everything about Su Ming.

But he, after all, is the longest anti-saint in Shou Yuan in the two camps of the anti-saint dark morning, the depth of his background, the breadth of his thoughts, is by no means ordinary and indescribable!

Almost the moment those beast bones shattered into flying ashes, and his eyes were about to be forcibly opened, Xuanjiu's eyes suddenly closed, and at the same time, his right hand was raised, and his five fingers grabbed at the void violently, and a syllable came out of his mouth.

"Duo!!"

As soon as this sound came out, his right hand trembled violently, and the other two Rebel Saints of this realm on the side, they clearly saw that the flesh and blood of Xuan Jiu's right hand instantly melted into blood, revealing the bones inside, but this hand did not pause at all, as if it did not feel pain, and stretched out directly to the void, and at the moment of touching the void, the entire Immortal Saint camp of one hundred and eighty realms was shocked.

At the same time, the five fingers of the old man's right hand seemed to grasp some kind of substance in the void, and when he pulled outward, the bones of his index finger were directly shattered, followed by the second finger and the third finger, and when the three fingers were all shattered, a cloud of mist was pulled out of the nothingness by him.

This mist was a cyclone, constantly spinning in front of Genjiu. Bursts of ...... The breath of the ancients, this breath seems to come from the past, and when people touch it slightly, it seems that the whole body is going to decay.

Cold sweat flowed down Xuan Jiu's forehead, and the other two rebels beside him, the man and the woman, were now watching all this intently, this was not the first time they had seen Xuan Jiu count something, but it was the first time...... Seeing that Xuan Jiu was performing this technique, it was so miserable. So amazing.

A moment later, Xuan Jiu's eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes were filled with bloodshots, and those bloodshots covered his pupils, as if forming a blood-colored formation. Blood spurted directly from his mouth, and the qi vortex in front of him began to dissipate.

Xuan Jiu's appearance became even older in an instant, and the blood did not stop after spurting out, but spewed out nine mouthfuls in a row, and each squirt out of his breath would weaken a little, until the ninth mouthful of blood spurted out. He took a few steps backwards, as if he was a corpse that had been buried in a coffin for many years without decaying.

Despite his old age, despite spurting out nine mouthfuls of blood, Genjiu burst out laughing. His laughter was hoarse, but with a hint of surprise, and although he was weak, it seemed to tell the other two rebels with this laughter. He Xuanjiu...... Calculated the real machine!!

"The army is coming!!"

"Sangxiang's Tribulation!!"

"Su Ming's Catastrophe !!"

"He will surely die in this calamity. He will not escape this calamity, this calamity ...... Has appeared, his will crumbled in the past, there is no past, where did he come from the present...... Already dead...... Huh?" Before the old man could finish his words, his expression suddenly changed, and before he could make any moves, his body immediately trembled, and the qi mist in front of him that was dissipating suddenly ...... It stops dissipating, and it will soon return to nothingness.

"This can't be, this ......" Xuanjiu's eyes showed madness, and he was about to grab the cyclone again......

At the same time, in the Dark Morning camp.

"Spirit!!" Su Ming's eyes suddenly opened, he was surrounded by the Dark Chen camp, it was the one hundred and thirty-seventh realm, Yan Pei Chen Emperor was looking at Su Ming intently, as well as the big man of the Xiongtu tribe and his people, now they were all pale, and at that moment, they clearly felt a strong aura of death on Su Ming's body.

This aura is so strong that it seems to be able to drown the entire world, but ...... At the moment when this aura was permeated to the extreme, it suddenly disappeared without a trace, and at the same time, Su Ming's eyes opened.

His will returned to his body again, as if everything before was an illusion, a fragment that had never happened in the past years, but it was this fragment that made Su Ming seem to have been baptized once, and it became different from the past that outsiders could not see, but Su Ming himself was clearly aware of the difference!!

After he opened his eyes, Su Ming himself didn't know why he said the spiritual word, but in the dark, with that breath as a guide, the scenes in the ancient years made Su Ming himself shuttling between the past and reality, because the will collapsed in the past, and re-condensed in the present, emitting an eternal syllable.

This syllable is the Spirit!

A spirit, a syllable, seems to contain some deep meaning of the supreme.

The moment he opened his eyes, the light that burst out from Su Ming's eyes seemed to make his previous heart uneven, and there was peace in an instant, which made his thoughts unsmooth, and in an instant, it made his previous mind restless, and turned into peace in a blink of an eye!

And all of this, because of the unique syllables that seem to be eternal, there is a direct connection, what this connection is, Su Ming still doesn't know, but he can faintly feel that when he realizes the day, that cultivation, his realm, will be able to climb again, hit a ...... Maybe it's the level of the young man in black!

This is the direction, this is the direction that has never appeared in Su Ming's heart before, but now, this direction has appeared, the young man is a crisis, and maybe it is also his Su Ming's calamity, but this calamity can no longer make Su Ming's heart uneven, unsmooth, and restless, because Su Ming found the direction, because the syllable was unintentionally issued, so that Su Ming was reborn, and a strong belief was born in his soul.

This belief, if Su Ming hadn't faced the decision of the black-clothed young man before, then he might not be able to do it, everything can only be faced, only by not fearing, only when the heart, thoughts, and gods are all peaceful, can he exchange for the eternal spiritual syllables. to ...... Let a person, truly deformed.

"If I can face you the first time, I can face the second ......"

"Whether it's the Three Wildernesses, or the Sang Xiang...... Su Ming's eyes flashed, and he lowered his head in a mutter, and when he looked at the people around him, all the cultivators who looked at Su Ming trembled and lowered their heads.

With a wave of his right hand, Su Ming put away the last jade box floating in front of him. After falling into the storage bag, Su Ming's voice echoed in the ears of Yan Pei Chenhuang.

"Arrange me in your business, find the results as quickly as possible, and besides...... Give me another map of the entire Dark Morning camp. Su Ming's voice fell into the ears of Emperor Yan Pei Chen. Immediately made Yan Pei bow his head without hesitation and say yes, his heart was extremely shocked, except for Su Ming, this place belonged to his highest cultivation, so he could see some clues that others could not see.

At that moment, he had a strong feeling that Su Ming in front of him seemed to be dead, shrouded in death. That dead breath comes from the past, and it makes people feel as if they are suppressed and breathless just by looking at it.

But all this suddenly reversed and changed with the spirit word that came out of Su Ming's mouth. Like dead wood in spring, turning decay into magic, this scene echoed in the mind of Emperor Yan Pei Chen, setting off a big wave at the same time. It also made Su Ming more mysterious in his eyes.

Meanwhile. A jade slip was taken out by Yan Pei, and after handing it to Su Ming respectfully, he immediately took a few steps back, waiting for Su Ming's remaining orders.

Su Ming took the jade slip, looked back at Yan Pei after a glance, raised a finger with his right hand, and immediately a whirlpool suddenly appeared in the center of Yan Pei's eyebrows, and a touch of his soul flew out in an instant, and after instantly integrating into this jade slip, the jade slip was put away by Su Ming.

"This jade slip melts your soul, and after finding out the result, I will silently recite my name in my heart, and I will know your heart. Su Ming turned around and took a step towards nothingness, and disappeared in the 137 Realm of the Xiongtu tribe in an instant.

The bald crane hurriedly followed, and before leaving, he looked back at Yan Pei proudly, but this was not very proud, because at the moment when Su Mingfang's whole body was filled with dead air, it was faintly in that dead air, and it felt a fear and coldness that it had never felt in his life.

At this moment, in the anti-saint camp, it was when the Xuanjiu anti-saint raised his hand and tried to grasp the seven whirls again, his hand did grasp the qi vortex, but at the moment of touching, his right hand collapsed, and when his body suddenly retreated, blood spurted out again, this time the spurt was black, as if it had suffered some kind of backlash, and with his regression, the qi vortex instantly merged into the vortex and disappeared.

"That cyclone is his life, and the old man exchanged his life for his life to lead it out, but this life is ...... And I can only lead to this time, I ...... It is clear that he has seen his death, and he has seen his will collapse, and he died under the power of the broken army......

But he ...... He is obviously dead in the past, why can he still exist now, why, why is this!!" Xuan Jiu muttered, spurting blood again, this time he closed his eyes directly at the moment when the blood spurted out, although the whole person did not die of anger, but his vitality was greatly damaged, and he fell into a coma.

A cold breath suddenly emerged from the hearts of the anti-saint Xiao Song and Feihua beside them, and the two of them looked at each other and fell silent.

It was at this moment that in the Dark Morning camp, the Dark Morning's strongest Morning Emperor Cang Sannu, suddenly opened and closed his eyes from the place where he was meditating, revealing his battle intent and killing intent, and at the moment when Su Ming left the One Hundred and Thirty-Seven Realm, he felt Su Ming's existence.

"Old man, I want to fight with you, after this war, the old man is called the four slaves!"

Today is still a chapter, tomorrow two more, the next three days to erupt! The heart has been calmed, this matter has nothing to do with WeChat, and it has nothing to do with the circle, it is a kind of mystery, you can't say it, you can't say it, but you can rest assured, I'm fine, not only it's fine, but it's good.

Finally, I have to nag again, how many people in the Xianxia Sect in the minds of all Daoists are the great sects? 10,000, 50,000, 100,000 or million?

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