Su Ming snatched away the Daochen True Realm and condensed the True Realm clone, although this place did not belong to the scope of the Daochen True Realm, although this was the Yin Death Vortex, but Su Ming's life level was so high that it was still not the dragon that could offend this little dead qi in the slightest.

It's like a superior person, even if it's no longer in your own land, you still can't easily infringe on it.

Drinking back the dragon of dead air, Su Ming stepped calmly and directly into the crack at the entrance of the barbarian world, but the moment he stepped into the crack, the moment his body was about to disappear, Su Ming's expression suddenly changed.

It seemed a little puzzling, a little surprised, and soon the change in expression was a shock.

Su Ming felt a strong and indescribable power of the Yuan Law, this Yuan Law was about 200,000 Dao, but the intensity of any one of them was enough to match Su Ming's enslavement and imprinting of the monks in the Daochen True Realm.

In other words, the power of these 200,000 Dao Origin Law can be compared to the strength of the six million cultivators in the outside world.

Just like this, it had already taken Su Ming by surprise, not to mention that in addition to the power of these 200,000 Yuan Laws, Su Ming also felt the existence of scattered source laws of almost a million, and the power of these Yuan Laws, although they were not the 200,000, but each of them was equivalent to the degree of cohesion of hundreds of people in the outside world.

All this, how could Su Ming not be shocked, if these fate methods could be used by him, which was equivalent to more than 100 million fate laws in the outside world, he could even directly descend to his true realm in the barbarian land and turn this realm into a part of his true realm.

Su Ming's eyes froze, and he stepped into the barbarian land without hesitation, he could strongly feel that the power of these fate laws was strong, but no will could absorb them, because all of these fate forces were imprinted, that was ...... Su Ming's imprint.

Almost the moment Su Ming's figure disappeared, the world where Emperor Tian was located in this Yin Death Vortex, Di Tian lying in the coffin opened his eyes violently, and his will suddenly spread to cover the entire world.

The old man felt it...... Su Ming's breath!"

With the whirlwind of Emperor Tian's will, immediately in this world, a series of wills suddenly came, causing the heavens and the earth to roar, and the void to distort, like the end of the world.

"Before it's time to go out, this son arrives...... Let him be like ...... ，

"The Vortex of Death...... Undisturbable ......"

"Servant of the Mulberry...... Death can hide more traces......"

"The advent of the dark morning and the rebellion, the complete collapse of the three desolations, until it ...... coming", is what we ...... When you're out and about. ”

With the dissipation of their wills, within this vortex of yin and death, there were eight cracks in the entrance of the space world, which instantly joined together and disappeared without a trace, as if they had disappeared eternally from these tens of thousands of worlds.

In the barbarian land, the sky is no longer blue, but with an earthy yellow color, if you look closely, you can faintly see that there seems to be an earthy yellow halo, existing in the sky, blending with the sun, and sprinkling the sea.

The whole ground, as far as the eye can see, is an ocean, the sea is surging, its color is like ink, black patches are patches, and the waves are like juice......

The islands stand tall and the mainland is not visible, and perhaps some of the larger islands are already the mainland here.

The four continents of that year, in the changes of this thousand years, may have experienced some profound destruction, so that the continents here were all shattered in an unknown year, either sinking into the sea, or turning into isolated islands.

Whether it is the barbarians, the witches, or those who are called evil barbarians, they are all continuing to multiply in this original barbarian land and now the islands of the Dead Sea............

Without the distinction of continents and regions, the previous sects either disappeared or fell, and rarely prospered, and the previous tribes either perished or buried in the deep sea, so they ...... Today, more than a thousand years later, in the world of barbarians, there are very few tribes that can be seen, and there are not many sects that can have scale.

Mostly ...... Some of the people of various tribes and sects gathered on the same island have reunited to form forces and alliances.

From a historical point of view, the barbarians have transformed, walked out of the era of tribes, and also walked out of the era of Zongshan Gate Lords, and entered the contention of a hundred schools, which is not limited to tribal sects, but another way of existence.

Too many stories have been submerged in the depths of the sea, too many corpses have not been hidden in the ruins of the deep sea, and there are too many regrets and pursuits, all of which have either passed or dissipated with the wind with the years of more than a thousand years......

"The first generation of barbarian gods and gods of the mountain repair, my barbarian tribe for thousands of autumns, the second generation of barbarian gods will not die soon, the third generation of barbarian gods will not die, the soul of the three generations of barbarian gods will remain, but it is a pity that the common people cannot be sought, the fourth generation of barbarian gods............ """, the immature children's voice, from a medium-sized island in the Dead Sea, a mountain flat, gradually whirling.

There were more than a dozen children of seven or eight years old, sitting with a bitter face, and one of them stood there, obviously forgetting when talking about the four generations of barbarian gods, and looked at them in fear, an old man sitting there cross-legged. The old man, dressed in a coarse linen shirt, with white hair and wrinkled faces, looked sternly at the frightened boy.

"Four Generations of Barbarian Gods" and "Four Generations of Barbarian Gods......"

"Four generations of barbarian gods drive immortal prisoners, and their bodies are immortal!" There was a little girl next to the boy, who sighed lightly at this moment and immediately said.

When she had finished speaking, the boy breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately spoke loudly.

"I already remembered, I ......"

"Alright!" said the old man, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the group of children, said slowly, and as soon as his words came out, the children immediately became well-behaved one by one.

"You are the children of the barbarians, you have the blood of the barbarians, you must remember this, and remember the four barbarian gods of my barbarians, everything they have done for the rise of the barbarians.

In particular, one generation of barbarian gods created the glory of our barbarians, and four generations of barbarian gods condensed the scattered barbarian tribes with the power of one person, and drove the cultivation of the immortal tribes who enslaved us out of the barbarian land!

These two barbarian gods, you must remember them for the rest of your life!!" The old man's words gradually became stern.

The children nodded their heads one by one, the names of the four barbarian gods, they always remembered, and will never forget, that the boy had indeed been a little slower because he was nervous.

"Tomorrow, you will have to accept the barbarian enlightenment, whether you have the qualifications to cultivate the barbarian, whether you can grow up to be blessed by the barbarian concubine, and achieve the meaning of life cultivation, it depends on your creation......" The old man's words were no longer harsh, but showed kindness.

"I'm going to become a life cultivator!"

"I also want to become a life cultivator, that is a tribe left by four generations of barbarian gods, my Abba is a life ......cultivator" These children immediately became excited one by one, and they shouted one after another, and the immature children's voices echoed in this early morning, blending with the sound of the waves around them, and spread far away.

"It's not so easy to become a life cultivator, life cultivation, the only family tribe left before the disappearance of the four generations of barbarian god Su Ming...... The monks in this tribe, who use their lives to raise the heavens and modify the adversity of the heavens and the earth with their lives, cannot become a life cultivator, nor are they worthy of becoming a life cultivator. The old man spoke slowly, raised his head between words, and looked into the distance.

Following his gaze, he could see that there was an island in the sea, not too far away.

The most obvious thing on the island was a huge statue, and the statue was of a young man, dressed in a robe, with his hands behind his back, as if his hair and clothes were being blown by the wind, and he stared into the distance, his expression was majestic, and the whole statue exuded a strong coercion.

This coercion enveloped the surroundings, making no sea beast dare to approach half a step within a radius of thousands of miles in this sea area, but anyone who approached would quickly bypass it on its own.

You can faintly see that under the statue of the island, there are many figures worshipping......

Their faces were full of fanaticism, their expressions were full of piety, the statue in front of them was a four-generation barbarian god in the eyes of outsiders, but in the eyes of all the barbarians on this island, this statue was their soul, their ancestor, the god who gave them hope for life, and created the life clan.

The life clan, inviolable, the life clan, rise from it!

For more than a thousand years, this former life clan island, although the size has not changed yet, there are as many as 30,000 life clan monks in it, and this place ...... Among the life clans, it is called a holy place.

In fact, there are a total of thirty-three islands where Su Ming's statue exists like this in the Dead Sea, and each of them has thousands or even tens of thousands of life cultivators.

They do not intervene in the wars between the barbarian forces on the countless islands of the Dead Sea, their position is above all forces, maintaining the balance of the barbarian world, guarding this sea, their enemies are only two, one is the endless beast tide in the Dead Sea, which will appear every once in a while.

And then there's ...... From within the earthy yellow aura in the sky, the external beings who will descend from time to time, whenever one of these two things appears, it is the time for the life cultivation to be dispatched.

On weekdays, they concentrate on their spiritual practice, worship statues, and give all their lives for their gods.

In the eyes of the old man, behind the statue of the Holy Land of the Destiny Clan, there was a mountain, and on that mountain there was a huge palace that was not luxurious, but full of the atmosphere of the barbarian race.

The appearance of this palace, similar to the Dayu Imperial Palace, stands majestically on the mountain peak, there are bursts of light from inside and outside, this light is not dazzling, its soft light, is a bright light on the Dead Sea, every once in a while, there will be barbarian cultivators from various islands of the Dead Sea, come here to worship.

for in that palace dwelt ...... The earth, the most noble existence, although she denied it, was still considered to be the concubine of the four generations of barbarian gods because of the stable needs of some barbarians, and her name was Fang Canglan.

Ask for a recommended ticket, ask for a monthly pass (to be continued.)