Su Ming muttered, looking down at his right hand, his body was completely condensed at this moment, and the whole person didn't look much different from having a flesh and blood body.

A black robe melted outside his body, and his long black hair fluttered, forming a contrast with the white mist around him, making his figure loom in this white mist.

Those white mist were rapidly burrowing into Su Ming's body at the moment, and he was constantly absorbing them.

Su Ming ignored the white mist, the sanity in his eyes became more and more, and gradually brightened, looking at his right hand, as if in contemplation.

After a long time, when the last wisp of white mist outside Su Ming's body penetrated into his body and disappeared, on this empty land, Su Ming stood there alone, his gaze still fell on his right hand.

Time passed slowly, and a few days later, Su Ming's immobile right hand slowly raised, pressed it towards the ground, and grabbed it in the air.

"What kind of magical power is this, it's just a simple press and a grasp, why does it have such a powerful power here...... This press can collapse all things, and this grasp can absorb the essence of the whole body of the collapsed things......" Su Ming closed his eyes, and when he opened them again a moment later, he looked at the sky.

His memory slowly recovered as the white mist absorbed, and in addition to remembering his name, he also remembered his death twice in this strange world.

The first time was devoured and died, and the second time was when the white-robed old man in the sky pressed and grabbed him, and his whole body collapsed and died......

But he only remembered this, and as for how he appeared in this strange world, he was still a little vague.

"Could it be that in this press, in one grasp, there is some kind of power that I don't understand......" Su Ming was silent, sat cross-legged on the white ground, looked at his right hand, and continued to immerse himself in that press and grasp in thought.

With the passage of time, when Su Ming was on the land, wisps of white mist gradually grew from the ground around him, and the souls that had died at the beginning were about to be resurrected again, but these mist almost as soon as they appeared, they immediately went straight to Su Ming, as if the place where Su Ming was turned into a huge whirlpool, and this whirlpool could absorb everything.

Those white gases dissipated in Su Ming's right hand one by one in a blink of an eye, and were sucked into his body, Su Ming's eyes became clearer and clearer, and an extremely comfortable feeling made him close his eyes.

This feeling is a sense of being rapidly strong, a sense of soul growth, and a kind of comfort like transformation, which makes it difficult for people to stop continuing after trying it once.

After a long while, Su Ming opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed with bright light.

"Devouring the other souls here can slowly remind me of my own memories, it can make me feel powerful, and it can make me no longer suffer the pain of death here......" Su Ming muttered, he stood up, looked at the gray sky, took a deep breath, raised his footsteps, and galloped forward.

His eyes flashed coldly, his body was like a wisp of black smoke whistling, he walked forward on this white earth, he didn't know the passage of time, only knew that there was a longing in his heart, longing to devour more immortal souls.

Until this day, in front of him, he saw a group of thousands of immortal souls, and at the same time that he saw them, this group of immortal souls also saw Su Ming.

A terrible roar echoed, and the group of immortal souls, led by dozens of soul bodies that were obviously much stronger, roared towards Su Ming.

Su Ming stood there, his eyes flashed, at the moment when those immortal souls came, his right hand raised and pressed forward, in this press, there was a layer of ripples in front of Su Ming's body, spreading forward like a wave, bursts of roaring sounds came out one after another, those immortal souls in the forefront, one by one their bodies trembled violently, and some even collapsed directly.

Su Ming's right hand immediately grabbed through the air, and suddenly those collapsed immortal souls turned into bursts of white mist, heading straight for Su Ming, the integration of those white mist made Su Ming look up to the sky and let out a comfortable low roar, and his body rushed forward, and those undead souls who did not collapse directly fought together.

Su Ming didn't know any other way, he would only press and grab, but it was such a simple posture, after Su Ming tried countless times, it had a kind of power that he didn't understand, and the moment he rushed into the group of immortal souls, the roaring sound came out one after another.

After a stick of incense, Su Ming stood there alone, his head bowed, a thick white mist filled his body, and other than that, there were no other figures of immortal souls.

After a long time, Su Ming raised his head, his eyes were no longer gray, but bright, he licked his lips, shook his body forward, and flew up from the ground, in mid-air, galloping into the distance.

At the end of heaven and earth in the distance, a whimpering trumpet echoed, becoming a guide, calling all the undead who heard it to the place where it was.

This horn sound also served as a summoning for Su Ming, as he absorbed more and more immortal souls, Su Ming felt that the sound of the horn became clearer and stronger, full of temptation, as if his mission was to make himself stronger and stronger, and go to the land of horns.

Under his constant flight, he saw several waves of undead souls on the earth, but whenever he encountered it, he would press it towards the earth in mid-air.

In this press, as he experienced, as he continued to absorb and strengthen, from only being able to collapse a part, gradually expanding, becoming half of the collapse, until the passage of time, Su Ming did not calculate, he just felt that time had passed for a long time, and he had flown far, far away, and the group of immortal souls that appeared on the earth was often under his press, and there was a large-scale collapse.

His body is like flesh and blood, his hair flutters, his black robe dances when flying, and his right hand, at this moment, has carried out that action of pressing and grabbing more than many times, which can be called innumerable!

His strength, he himself could clearly feel, this power, when he flew through the sky, he didn't need to roar, so that all his immortal souls on the earth could tremble.

It's just that...... Su Ming's eyes were also in this year, slowly no longer bright, slowly tired, and slowly a trace of numbness.

He looked like this, and he had some resemblance to the old man he had seen before......

The sound of the horn still existed, but it seemed that it would never fly to the place where it came from, until this day, Su Ming suddenly stopped while flying, turned his head and looked at the heaven and earth on the right, where he saw a red rainbow, which was whistling at a very fast speed.

At the moment when Su Ming looked at the Changhong, the Changhong suddenly paused hundreds of feet away from Su Ming, turning into a red-haired man, who was wearing armor on half of his body, with red hair fluttering, ** upper body, looking at Su Ming.

His eyes were similar to Su Ming's, they were all dim, revealing numbness.

Su Ming looked at him, he looked at Su Ming, after the two stared at each other in mid-air for a moment, the big man suddenly let out a roar, and his body strode straight towards Su Ming, when he came, his right hand was raised, and he waved it towards the sky, and suddenly on his right hand, a spear appeared out of thin air, and he grasped it.

After the spear was held by him, Su Ming threw it violently as he walked forward, and the spear set off a sharp cracking sound, and went straight to Su Ming at an extremely fast speed.

Its speed was so fast, in the eyes of outsiders, it was like a lightning bolt piercing through Su Ming's chest in an instant, penetrating through, but from Su Ming's point of view, the moment this spear was thrown, everything in this heaven and earth suddenly slowed down, not only the spear was slow, but even his body was slow.

Everything slowed down, he saw the spear flying out little by little, getting closer and closer, and his right hand was slowly raised, until the spear finally came to his side, but his right hand had just been raised, and before the action of that press was made, the spear pierced into his chest at a slow speed, and a sharp pain of tearing was also slowed down countless times, coming from Su Ming's chest.

In his eyes, the tip of the spear burst through his body, and as it penetrated, it slowly pierced through his body and fell to the ground behind him as the pain spread.

It was only at this moment that the world in front of him suddenly returned to normal, but at the moment when it returned to normal, Su Ming's body suddenly collapsed by a small half, and in its collapse, Su Ming's right hand suddenly raised and pressed towards the big man.

Under this press, the big man's whole body shook, and the armor exploded directly, revealing his body at the same time, his body was also trembling violently, and cracks appeared.

With Su Ming's right hand grabbing, a large amount of white qi came straight towards Su Ming with an indescribable thickness......

The big man roared wildly, clenched his fist with his right hand, and blasted towards Su Ming, his speed was very slow, but in Su Ming's view, the speed of this big man was to the extreme.

It was a difficult battle, and the sound of the roar echoed in this heaven and earth, and it was not until a few hours later that the roar gradually dissipated, and the monstrous white mist filled the place, and its thick appearance could almost be compared to the degree of all the white mist that Su Ming had absorbed along the way.

The thick fog was rapidly decreasing at this moment, constantly being absorbed by the people inside, and half an hour later, as the fog thinned, a figure was gradually revealed inside.

Long black hair, black robes, blank faces, numb eyes...... Su Ming walked out slowly, he looked down at his right hand, his eyes were numb, and he was already the same as the old man he met!

"Immortal Soul...... I am an immortal battle spirit......" Su Ming muttered, his memory had not recovered, as if no matter how much he absorbed, he could only stay here knowing his name.

The only thing that has increased is his strength, the kind of strength that seems to have mastered heaven and earth!

He, sunk......

Vaguely, in this gray world, there seems to be a voice echoing in a low voice, this voice is very distant, as if it contains years, but if you listen carefully, you can only hear the whimpering horn, not the sound of the horn.

"If you sink, then I devour and resurrect successfully, if you wake up, then I am willing to be devoured by my kindred, I wish it a new life!!"