Su Ming's footsteps were still the same, step by step, he walked through the ravines of the earth in mid-air, walked into the core of this bat saint clan, and walked to the peak of this mountain.

There he saw a stele that stood tall and looked like the tip of a mountain from afar, with a large number of words engraved on it, and under that stele sat an old man on his knees.

The old man was in rags, his hair was disheveled, he couldn't see clearly, and he kept his head down, as if he was meditating.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, the barbarian god Lieshan cultivated and opened up the land of the barbarians, created his own exercises in the world, achieved the general trend of the barbarians, built the Dayu Dynasty, and worshiped all the tribes, and the canonization of the leaders of all tribes required the consent of the barbarian gods...... After that, he found his position and left, leaving a legacy alive......

There are scholars who are famous in Chishan, the name is the spirit, in the Dayu Dynasty to understand the meaning of the barbarian gods, the inheritance of the first cultivation, not half of it...... Call it the second generation of barbarian gods!

The immortal evil is unwilling, the catastrophe is coming back, and there is even more Dao Chen's meaning, which divides the land of my barbarians, and the corpses of the mountains are buried in the five continents......" The vicissitudes of life echoed on this mountain peak, and Su Ming stood in front of the old man who bowed his head, silently listening.

With the old man's words, the handwriting on the stone tablet behind him was slowly dissipating, the handwriting was clear at first glance, but it was blurry when he looked closely, and he didn't know what was written.

At this moment, Su Ming could already be sure that his judgment of this Wanli Mountain before his arrival was correct, and he always remembered that in the body of Candle Jiuyin, the remnant barbarian he encountered, although the words spoken in his mouth were only half spoken, but the ten thousand words that finally spit out made Su Ming guess after hearing the word Wanli Mountain.

"After 10,000 years, Yu was born in the Eastern Wilderness, pretending to be a barbarian god, and finally arrived at Dayu after going through dangers...... Half of the second generation of barbarian gods, although they are called three generations, they ask themselves if they are not enough to become gods...... Find the traces of your ancestors and bury yourself in the Nine Netherworld......

Today, I thought I was awake, but after all, I didn't want to......" The voice of vicissitudes gradually dissipated, and the old man sitting cross-legged by the stone tablet slowly raised his head at this moment.

It is a very ordinary face, but there are traces of time on it, and the old appearance makes people feel that time has passed and the vicissitudes of life have passed at a glance.

"I knew I could see you. The old man looked at Su Ming and spoke calmly.

Su Ming looked at the old man in front of him and did not speak.

"The difference is that you are captured, or you come on your own, if you are captured, you are not worthy of the cultivation of my barbarians, and it is not enough to create a barbarian statue!

It's better to stay, become the soul of my barbarian, and sink forever.

If you come on your own, you can inherit from me......" The old man said slowly, and the barbarian pattern gradually appeared on his face, which was tattooed on the center of his eyebrows, looking like a burning moon!

"After my will is dispersed, send my soul body back to Dayu, and my soul will return to its place, and I will become a barbarian in the cultivation and break through the introduction of the barbarian soul realm......

After the brute soul, the bloodline changes suddenly, the blood, bones, and soul are all cultivated, if everything inside and outside is perfect, what is cultivated at this moment is not your own body, but your life!

Break through the life grid and find the path you are missing, this is the lack of life!

Knowing one's own defects, such as knowing the regrets of heaven and earth, such as understanding the changes in the world, this is the palace of life!

The god lord life palace, the glory is endless, and the power of the boundary position can be drawn, this is the life realm!

Life, life, this is the barbarian soul, the barbarian life cultivation path, if you step into the path of life cultivation!" The old man looked at Su Ming, his words spread, and his voice echoed, but Su Ming still stood there, only listening.

"There is a lack of fire in the rest of his life, so he ordered the path of cultivation to absorb all the fire of heaven and earth, and then ...... In the end, he was stunned to find that this fire was not yang, but the flame of the cathode......

This is the only one left in the hot moon, so it worships the moon and is called the barbarian of repairing fire!

However, I can't see through the moon fire, I don't feel the flames, and my own will turns into yin and yang, one is a fire barbarian, and the other is a barbarian god......

There are countless creations in a lifetime, and finally bury the bones of the Yin Saint, sorrow, sorrow, suffering, greed......" Your old man looked at Su Ming, and his words revealed endless emotion.

The handwriting on the stone tablet behind him dissipated most of it at this moment, and it would soon be completely devoid of handwriting.

"Three generations of barbarian gods, Li Shanhuo, suddenly looked at the sky, closed his eyes and remained...... If you are my people in the Hereafter, do not forget the way of self...... The stele behind him is a legacy of a generation of barbarian gods, which can be ...... Three generations for the end of ......"

After the old man finished saying this, the last line of handwriting on the stele behind him turned into a blur and finally dissipated, and the entire stele looked empty at the moment.

As all the handwriting on the stone tablet dissipated, in front of Su Ming, the old man who looked at him muttering, his face also decayed, and gradually shattered in Su Ming's eyes.

At this moment, the wind is blowing softly, blowing the old man's body away, rolling up its ashes, drifting into the distance, only in the place where the old man is cross-legged, at this moment, the wind cannot be blown away, is the three round beads on the ground, the color of this bead is dull, but it reveals an indescribable strangeness, as if it can swallow the light, it is very conspicuous.

This old man has long since died, and what remains may be a wisp of his soul, or a touch of will, or a different kind of existence, but no matter what, he has been dead for an unknown number of years.

Therefore, Su Ming never spoke, he had already seen that in the eyes of the old man who looked at him before, there was no figure of himself in his pupils.

At that moment, he understood that what the other party saw was a legacy from an unknown number of years ago, not himself.

The so-called awakening, Su Ming didn't understand, but when he stood on this mountain peak and saw the old man, all he saw was the three beads that existed on the ground now.

As for the old man, it was illusory, translucent, floating above these three beads, like a phantom that had survived in the years, and all he wanted was to say those words and pass on the legacy that belonged to the barbarian gods......

At the same time, at the moment when the old man dissipated, and the handwriting on the stone tablet dissipated, the bat saint clan people who existed in the mountains and ravines on the ground, and countless cracks, trembled one by one, and gradually their bodies degenerated, changing from human form when shrinking, and finally turned into bats, turning around in the sky several times, as if covering the sky, letting out a roar, and gradually returning to the ravines of the earth for a long time, leaving in groups, disappearing.

As they dispersed, the mountain peak where Su Ming was located shook and slowly sank, as if it was about to return to the depths of the earth, just as it was when it appeared.

Su Ming stood on this mountain peak, felt the sinking of this mountain, and closed his eyes.

He came here on this trip, although he didn't find the answer in his heart, but vaguely, he seemed to have found the answer.

"After the barbarian soul, the life grid, the life lack, the life palace, the life realm, this is the path of life cultivation...... Su Ming raised his big sleeve with his right hand, rolled the three beads on the ground, and the stone tablet, and put them in the storage bag, he opened his eyes, glanced at the ground where the old man was before he dissipated, turned around, and walked towards the sky.

After he left the mountain, the mountain sank with a bang, and finally disappeared into the earth, and the ravines on the ground were reunited, and gradually the whole ground was no longer the slightest gap.

Su Ming was in mid-air, his expression was a little dazed, and it took a long time to recover.

What he saw was an illusory and a word left by the three barbarian gods before they died, and this passage may have been heard by the barbarian in the body of Candle Jiuyin, but why did he appear in Candle Jiuyin's body, why did he not take away the three beads of the three generations of barbarian gods, this is suspenseful, Su Ming can't think of the result.

"One generation of barbarian gods remains, and three generations are gone...... The handwriting on the stele dissipated, and I am afraid that this is the reason. It's only passed on for three generations......" Su Ming turned around and walked in the direction of the Destiny Clan's Valley, his footsteps in mid-air could reveal the heaviness of his heart.

"Three generations and ......," Su Ming muttered, he could vaguely imagine that in those endless years, when the barbarian land was not yet divided, in the sky of the Dayu Dynasty, a tall figure, with the people under his command, headed towards the sky, before leaving, he turned his head and glanced at the earth.

"Three generations!"

"Cultivated to the extent of a generation of barbarian gods, the so-called Dayu Dynasty, the so-called barbarian people, are no longer important, he led the rise of the barbarians, leaving behind the barbarian god song to be praised by future generations, but he can not protect the barbarians forever, can extend the three generations of relics, it is already his last farewell, if anyone in these three generations can surpass it, the legacy will continue, if no one surpasses, then the barbarians...... It was no longer his concern. Su Ming's eyes gradually became clear, and he suddenly understood that a generation of barbarian gods would not return to the barbarians in this life.

Su Ming shook his head and disappeared into the darkness of heaven and earth.

At this moment, outside the Nine Yin Realm, on the land of Nanchen of the Barbarian Race and the Wu Clan, a shocking catastrophe is being experienced, this catastrophe can no longer be hidden, and it has been known to the cultivators of the entire continent for all these years.

The Disaster of the Eastern Wilderness!

This catastrophe should have come years ago, delayed by the witches and barbarians in every possible way, but now, there is no way to prevent this catastrophe from coming.

To the east of Nanchen, the sea roared, the waves were monstrous, and a large amount of sea water had submerged half of the land of the Wu Clan, and under that monstrous sea water, countless mountain peaks had sunk under the sea, and many creatures had lost everything in this disaster.

The countless ferocious beasts that existed in the seawater, as well as the sea giants whose heads were half exposed, were walking forward step by step on the land within the range of the Wu Clan with the sea water at this moment.

The sea roars, boundless, if you stand on the edge of the submerged continent of the Wu Clan, you can see that in a not very far place, there is a huge dark shadow, the shadow seems to have no end, this is a majestic continent, a continent called the Eastern Wilderness!!

It's finally here!

What awaits Nanchen will be a real catastrophe that is countless times more serious than the current sea spread, and it is even impossible to compare at all, that is...... The collision of two continents!!

There must be a piece that will collapse and split!

It's only two chapters left to make up, and it's almost ~~!!