On that day, when the sky was blue, the twilight was dark into the sea, and the sea was clear, he turned away, leaving the background to her. Looking at his lonely silhouette in the wind, he gradually drifted away......

Looking back suddenly, there are more vicissitudes of life, time and space have changed, the twilight is still the same, and the sea water is still ...... The woman of that year was still silently watching, with wind and rain, annual rings, and no regrets.

Fang Canglan hugged Su Ming tightly, unwilling to let go, she was afraid that if she let go again this time, it would be another thousand years.

The two of them, in the palace of this barbarian concubine, silently embraced each other.

"You...... When will you leave?" for a long time, in this silent palace, Canglan's faint voice murmured.

"This time, I will still go, but when I go, I will take you, the whole barbarian...... Let's go!" Su Ming said softly, looking at the woman in his arms raising his head, looking at each other, and gradually showing a gentle smile on the woman's face.

Although the fragrance is no longer there, the beauty has entered Su Ming's mind, and the smile is very beautiful.

Leaving Su Ming's embrace, sitting quietly in front of the guzheng, Canglan's music gradually swirled around this ancient palace again, but this time the music was no longer low and lonely, but with the sound of the love piano, it floated into nothingness and scattered to the sea.

Su Ming sat on the side, looking at Fang Canglan quietly, he didn't know when there was an extra wine jug in his hand, and sometimes he took a sip, gradually getting slightly drunk, but he didn't know whether it was the music drunk, or the wine, or the smile drawn from the corner of the guzheng jade person's mouth.

Outside the dusk does not set, the sea waves are not weak, as if with the beauty of this moment, it has become an eternity.

This is Su Ming, who has been adrift for many years. First ...... In the true sense, let the heart be calm, immersed in the music, the wine, next to the jade man. This feeling is indeed like a thousand-year-old wine, which has precipitated to the end, and has become an intoxicating elixir even if you smell it.

But if you go carefully. It's not wine, it's light and gentle water.

If it is the existence of Bai Ling, for Su Ming, it is only like the first time he saw it, then this love is like spring water, sweet, unforgettable, what can be remembered is only the sweetness, and the unforgettable is only the love when taking out the spring water.

There will always be a time when this spring will wither. It won't last long.

If you say Xu Hui. It's wine. Then this wine is destined to be a pot of spirits, and after drinking it, the heart is hot, and the whole body burns like a wisp of passion. It's unforgettable, but spirits are often drunk in times of sorrow. will feel more and more that its passion cannot last long.

Yuxuan, is dew, that is the water droplets that appear in the early morning, with beauty, with crystal, with coldness and love, unforgettable, and do not want to forget.

But it is different from the faint and gentle water of Canglan, the gentle water, dripping for thousands of years, can penetrate all the stubborn stones, its power is soft, so it can refine all the rigidity, that is the tenacity in the calm, that is the only thing I see when I look back suddenly.

In this calm, under this slight drunkenness, Su Ming looked at the woman in front of him, he knew that over the years of her protection, the soul of the barbarians could not be dispersed, and they were able to become more and more condensed.

Maybe the friction between the island barbarians is still there, maybe some fighting methods are still the same, but ...... If there is a foreign enemy, the barbarians will be all in love.

"It's time to tell everyone that I'm back. Su Ming's eyes fell to the dusk outside the window, and he gently put down the wine jug, and the moment the wine jug fell, at the moment when the sound of music swirled, the barbarian breath in Su Ming's body exploded.

This is the breath of the barbarians, this is the breath of the barbarian gods, this is the purest barbarian bloodline power released by Su Ming after obtaining the will of the Great Barbarian Spiritual Ancestor.

At this moment, the power of the barbarians in his body was permeated, and at this moment, the billions of barbarian souls in his body all let out a silent cheer, and the whirlwind of the cheers caused Su Ming's barbarian breath to rise to the sky, rushing into the sky from the palace where the barbarian concubine lived, but in fact its name was the barbarian temple.

At the moment when Su Ming's breath as a barbarian god burst out, and at the moment when the souls of hundreds of millions of barbarians in his body cheered, with this island as the center, a boiling of barbarian blood suddenly rose.

The roar of the barbarian god's breath made the sky surging in an instant, and the sky was like lightning under the rolling clouds, and the rumbling sound was like the power of heaven descending, and the whirlwind of the thunder made the barbarian tribesmen on all the islands of the Barbarian Dead Sea shock in unison at this moment.

The first thing they felt was the life clan, the cultivation of the life clan, one by one, their bodies trembled, their life clan blood blood boiled unprecedentedly, under the rapid operation of the body, set off wave after wave of mental shock, their expressions showed excitement, they strongly felt that the power that made their blood boil was a force that they were familiar with, from every life clan island statue, the power of the life clan gods.

The islands of the life clan, the cultivation of the life clan, all looked up in unison, and in the excitement of their expressions, they flew up rapidly, among them some of the old men who had personally experienced the Su Ming era, and now they made the strongest voice in their lives in trembling.

"The ancestor returns, this is the breath of the ancestor, this is the breath of the gods of my life clan!!"

"Worship the gods, all life cultivators, with this breath, go and meet the gods of our life clan!"

All the statues of Su Ming on the life clan island were like becoming Su Ming's clones at this moment, and the breath from Su Ming erupted more and more strongly, and under the explosion of the barbarian barbarian god's breath, the entire barbarian clan was shrouded in Su Ming's barbarian god meaning at this moment.

At the bottom of the Dead Sea, like an endless abyss in the mud, at this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from the mud, that hand was full of a force that seemed to tear the sky, and under the fierce fist holding, you could see that this hand was trembling faintly, and in an instant, under the roar of the seabed, a figure suddenly rushed out of the silt.

It was an old man, a gray-haired, but his eyes were blazing, as soon as this figure appeared, a huge whirlpool immediately appeared in this sea, and with a shake of his body, this person rushed out of the whirlpool directly, and left the bottom of the sea in an instant, when he appeared on the surface of the sea, his expression showed excitement, if Su Ming could see it, he would definitely be familiar.

That's Nangong Trace!!

The patriarch of the life clan, Nangong traces!!

"It's Su Ming's breath, it's Engong's breath, it's the breath of the ancestor of the life clan!!" Nangong Zhen's body trembled, and his face showed a smile for the first time in more than a thousand years, this was the first time he had been out of the customs in a thousand years, all because of Su Ming's breath.

In this excitement, Nangong Zhen turned into Changhong and went straight to the source of this breath, the barbarian holy land.

Su Ming's barbarian aura was still spreading, affecting not only the life clan, but then all the barbarian people on all the islands of the entire barbarian land.

Even the Wu clan is the same at this moment, even if it is some other races, it is still the same, because no matter which race, as long as they live in the land of this barbarian, then in fact, their ancestors are all barbarians.

With the boiling of blood and blood, like the burning of qi and blood, every barbarian person felt a strong calling, that is...... The call of the barbarian gods, that is a desire to worship that has always existed from the bottom of their hearts and from their blood and souls.

One by one, the figures rushed to the sky, following the guidance of the bloodline, following the call of the barbarian god, flying rapidly, they were going to ...... Worship the barbarian gods!

No one doubts that this is false, because of the boiling of blood, because everyone around them feels exactly the same, there is only one answer.

"Barbarian God...... Return!!" with a roar of excitement, the voice was mostly from the old people, for they had experienced such a thing, so ...... They didn't hesitate to fly fast.

On the nameless island, Fang Mu and Yan Luan were feeding a thin boy the elixir, but then, the two of them were shocked, and the summoning and boiling of the bloodline made Fang Mu turn around without hesitation, and gallop away in the direction of the holy land for the first time.

Nanze Island, Bai Changzai and others were silent with each other in the main hall, as if they were waiting for something, when the blood boiled and came, all of them looked excited, without words, but there were figures rushing out of the main hall one after another, towards the holy land...... Expand full speed.

At the same time, the Ya Man, who occupied an island, the old man in the secret room, one of the powerhouses who had been canonized by Su Ming, now looked no longer hesitant, but his body trembled slightly, and his expression showed unprecedented excitement, he quickly rushed out of the retreat place, and flew into the sky in that roar.

"Barbarian...... It's going to rise, the barbarian god is back, the barbarian god is back!!" The old man was like a tooth man who had just come out of the coffin, feeling the countless boiling meanings in his body that were stronger than before, and he looked up to the sky and laughed.

Wushuang, the barbarian prince of Luanshan, this strong man who was canonized by Su Ming himself back then, like Yaman, laughed from the island where he was located at this moment.

"Luan Shanbu listened to the order and went with the old man to meet the barbarian god, our barbarian god...... He's back!!"

The bloody barbarians of the Taoyun Sect, the Great Elder of the Sect of All Beings, the two old guys are also rushing out of the retreat place with excited laughter, and take their tribe, as they did back then, to meet their barbarian gods.

"The barbarian god is back, this breath is the fourth generation of barbarian gods, sons, don't follow the old man Chi Lei Tian to visit our barbarian god!!"

The entire barbarian, due to the diffusion of Su Ming's barbarian god's breath, all burned invisibly, and the boiling blood, the call of the barbarian god, turned into a passion that existed in the hearts of every barbarian tribesman.

This passion is a strong desire, that is the desire of the barbarians to rise, that is for the madness that the barbarians can give everything, at this moment turned into a long rainbow between heaven and earth, from all directions, but all the clansmen who can fly, are galloping towards the barbarian holy land, the direction of the call.

Changhong pierced the sky, this scene shook the sky and worshiped the barbarian gods! ――

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