Volume 1: If Life Is Only Like the First Meeting Volume 6: Three Desolations Chapter 1235: The Sun That Never Sets!

Almost at the moment when the three figures paused, Su Ming's figure walked out of the void. His expression was indifferent. As he stepped closer, the figures of the three people immediately changed.

Just like the reversal of time, Fang Mu's self-destruction force was directly reversed, and his body fell back. Yan Luan's tears disappeared in the distance, and his body also fell back, and he stood with Fang Mu again.

As for the old man Zhou Shan, he lowered his raised right hand and stepped back dozens of feet in succession. Only then did the power of reversal of time surrounding him disappear.

As the magical power disappeared, the expression of the old man Zhou Shan changed drastically, revealing a look of shock and disbelief. He looked at Su Ming fiercely. What he saw was an unfamiliar face, but this unfamiliar face brought him a lot of trouble at this moment. , is an indescribable fear and deterrence.

He couldn't see Su Ming's cultivation level, but at that moment when the years were reversed and his body and even his soul were out of control, he realized deeply that the cultivation level of the person in front of him was far beyond his own. The sky is like the earth.

This feeling was even beyond what he had seen when he saw the older generation of strong men from today's barbarians. Even when he looked at them, they were standing in the sky, as if the heaven and earth were faintly highlighting them.

He was breathing rapidly, and without hesitation, he immediately cupped his fists and bowed deeply to Su Ming.

"Junior Zhou Shan, pay homage to senior."

"Zhou Shan..." Su Ming looked at the old man in front of him, and the memories emerged in his mind. He was frozen in the scene many years ago, when he was just a primitive cultivator. , the old man who wanted to kill the ancestor of Hanshan like a god...

At that time, Su Ming was like an ant. He could only look up at Zhou Shan with envy and longing. Now, many years later, when Su Ming saw Zhou Shan again, the scene from that year seemed to follow the same as before. The years are reversed.

"Tianhan Sect Zuojiao..." Su Ming spoke slowly.

Zhou Shan's face changed slightly and his body trembled. He didn't know why the senior with such unimaginable cultivation in front of him actually knew his identity in Tianhan Sect.

He did not remember Su Ming, and it could even be said that he was completely unable to confirm that the Barbarian God Su Ming he later knew was with a young man among the people below when he was in Handan City.

Su Ming looked at Zhou Shan, and after a long time, he turned his head and looked at Fang Mu and Yan Luan. The two people were very nervous at the moment, and their faces were extremely pale. When Su Ming looked at them, they immediately cupped their fists and bowed deeply to Su Ming.

"Greetings, senior. Thank you for your help." Fang Mu took a deep breath, and when he spoke respectfully, Yan Luan next to him also bowed nervously.

The heroic figure she had when she was the leader of the Yanchi tribe is no longer found in her body. Today, she is just an ordinary woman with a slight beauty, but a little older, and she is just a mother.

Su Ming looked at Yan Luan until Yan Luan's heart trembled. She couldn't tell what the person in front of her was thinking about. Whether today's incident had the help of a noble person or whether it would be more miserable.

"You have changed. The former head of the Yanchi tribe, you... have changed too much." Su Ming's expression was filled with emotion, and his voice contained the vicissitudes of life. He sighed as he remembered Yan Luan's appearance back then.

When Su Ming's voice came out, Yan Luan was stunned. She raised her head and looked at Su Ming blankly, but no matter how she searched her memory, she could not find Su Ming's appearance at that moment in her memory.

She was at a loss and didn't know what to say for a moment. She couldn't remember the Su Ming who had made things difficult for her...

"And you..." The last person Su Ming looked at was Fang Mu. When he looked at Fang Mu, his eyes slowly revealed a touch of kindness, as if an elder was looking at a younger generation. After all, from Su Ming's point of view, those who were there back then Fang Mu was just a child, an innocent child who had given Su Ming a lot of help.

Now that he saw this child growing up, the familiarity from the past could be vaguely seen in his appearance. Su Ming smiled happily. He raised his right hand and touched Fang Mu's head.

"You have grown up." Su Ming said softly.

Fang Mu was shocked. He looked at Su Ming blankly. Like Yan Luan, he couldn't remember the presence of Su Ming in his memory. His expression was blank, but the kindness in Su Ming's eyes was different from Fang Mu's. The look was clearly filled with sincerity and emotion, and this look... also faintly made Fang Mu's heart shake, as if he had found a touch of familiarity.

"They are my old friends." Su Ming turned his head, looked at Zhou Shan, and spoke calmly, his voice was not high, and he did not reveal any aura. But with his cultivation, especially after seizing the Daochen True Realm, Even if he was just standing there at this moment, he could still control the sky. Zhou Shan, who was just a barbarian soul, felt towards Su Ming in his heart as if he was facing the sky.

He was extremely nervous inside, and his body was shaking uncontrollably, especially since his cultivation was in front of Su Ming, and it seemed that he couldn't use it at all. An invisible and unspeakable awe emerged strongly in his heart.

After hearing Su Ming's words, he quickly took out a large amount of Yuanhua from his storage bag and handed it to Su Ming respectfully.

"I don't know that these two clan members are old friends of my senior. Please don't blame me. I...I..."

Su Ming took the Yuanhua and handed it to Fang Mu, then looked at Yan Luan.

"Is this enough? What's wrong with the child?"

"Enough, enough. The dog is weak and has been poisoned by the Dead Sea Snake. This Yuanhua is the main herb in the detoxification pill. Thank you, senior!" Fang Mu looked excited and patted Su Ming again. Pang Yanluan also bowed to Su Ming amidst the confusion and gratitude in his heart.

A smile appeared on Su Ming's face. After looking at Fang Mu again, the child's figure in his mind slowly overlapped with the current Fang Mu. He shook his head, turned around and took a step towards nothingness, and the figure gradually disappeared. In the eyes of three people.

Although Su Ming left, even if he gave Zhou Shan ten thousand courage, he did not dare to take action against Fang Mu and the two of them. At this moment, he hugged his fists towards the two of them with some embarrassment, turned around and walked away immediately.

In the sky and on the Dead Sea, only Fang Mu and Yan Luan were left at this moment. The two of them looked at the Yuanhua and watched Zhou Shan go away in embarrassment. A dream-like feeling filled their hearts. After they looked at each other, they all saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

"That senior... who... is he?" Yan Luan hesitated and asked softly.

"I don't have the slightest impression either..." Fang Mu was silent for a moment and sighed. He still couldn't remember where that touch of familiarity came from.

"But it's always a good thing. With these Yuanhua, Lin'er will be saved." Yan Luan's expression revealed the light of motherly love, and he murmured that he and Fang Mu turned into two rainbows and headed straight for the island where they lived.

Just after the two of them flew out for about a stick of incense, Fang Mu, who was suddenly speeding up, was suddenly shaken. He had been thinking about who Su Ming was during the duration of the stick of incense.

Now... he vaguely seemed to remember something, but this answer made him even more unbelievable. He even turned around suddenly, his face changed rapidly, and his breathing became faster than ever.

"I...I should have remembered it, but it's impossible, it can't be him. He...he's back? And he doesn't look right, but...but there is no one else but him!!"

Yan Luan paused and looked at Fang Mu.

"who is he?"

"When I was a child, I met a senior outside Hanshan. He... you must also have an impression of walking the Hanshan Chain and picking up the Hanshan Bell..."

"Su Ming!" Yan Luan's body trembled, and before Fang Mu could finish speaking, he spoke immediately.

"The Fourth Generation Barbarian God... Su Ming!" Fang Mu looked excited and kept mumbling. He thought of his aunt...

…

Su Ming didn't know everything that Fang Canglan had done with the barbarians in these years. He walked in the sky towards Nanze Island, where the Dead Sea used to be in his memory.

He remembered that there were many old friends on Nanze Island, including Zi Yan who was married to Ya Mu, and Zi Che who wanted to follow him quickly but was left behind by him.

There is also the former saint of the Haiqiu tribe, Wanqiu.

And... that person who once stood on the top of the mountain, with her clothes blowing in the wind, silently looking at herself, as if she could wait for a lifetime... Fang Canglan.

Su Ming walked forward silently, passing through islands one after another until he paused for a moment above an island. According to his memory, this place seemed to be not far from Nanze. He saw the small island. On the island, there is a...huge statue.

Looking at the statue, Su Ming thought of the Ming Clan and the people within it, those... Ming Cultivators!

This is not the holy land of the Ming Clan. This is just an island outside the Ming Clan that guards the waters here. There are about eight thousand people from the Ming Xiu Clan on it. At this moment, these people are surrounding the statue. The afterglow of the setting sun in the distance is orange. As it falls, worship there.

Their fanaticism and reverence are because this statue is their ancestor, their god, and the highest will that guided the earliest life clan to become a life cultivator.

"Mingxiu..." Su Ming looked at the statue. The appearance of the statue was exactly the same as when he was in the barbarian land. The eyes of the statue looking into the distance showed wisdom and fierceness, as if looking at him. Staring at the sky, Su Ming seemed to have returned to the moment when he took those life cultivators out of the Nine Yin Realm.

In silence, Su Ming looked at the fate cultivators, and a smile slowly appeared on his face. In the afterglow of the setting sun, this smile brought vicissitudes of life, memories, and even more, his expectations for the barbarians and... Returning this time, he is determined to raise the barbarians.

"The barbarians will not be the setting sun, they will be... the sun that rises again tomorrow!" Su Ming murmured, this was his promise, and it was his understanding of the 100 million people in his body when he became the ancestor. Savage soul, sonorous and powerful promise.

The moment Su Ming murmured the words, suddenly the entire barbarian world emitted a strong roar. This roar could be strongly felt by every barbarian person anywhere in the barbarian land. , they can even detect the boiling of the blood in their bodies.

At the same time, the setting sun in the sky seemed to suddenly stop, actually... reversed everything, suddenly lifted up from the falling trend, and slowly rose, changing the coming night, making the sun... seem to be eternal. fall! ! ——

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