If the birth and destruction of this world is the time of a song.

When the song ends, that is, when the world dissipates...... How would you choose the tempo of this song?

If, the life and death of this life are the time of a song.

When the song ends, it's the end of life...... How will you choose, who will be written in the lyrics, and sing to yourself.

There's a ballad that sings about the years of the calamity, and in these years, it's time...

The creator of this ballad can write names on it, let them accompany the song, and reverberate in that time for eternity, they can...... Immortal.

Once upon a time, there were nine living beings and four races, and their names were written in this ballad, and with the glory of the ballad, there was a catastrophe.

In today's years, the song has come to an end, it is not over, but it will be sung in the end, and the current time is only for the reopening of the extinction and the composition of a new song score.

Su Ming looked at the sky giant kneeling in front of him, looking at its huge body, but somehow, what he saw in this giant was a rich death. Gas.

It was an old creature that had reached the end of its life, and it was still alive, but it was about to go out like a candle that had burned to the bottom at the same time.

"Please write me in your ballad...... For this I will sacrifice all my ...... Only the giant lowered his head and spoke bitterly.

From the moment he found that the person in front of him had the breath of extinction, he gave up all thoughts, this is a thing that cannot be snatched away, cannot be snatched, if it does not have the approval of this thing, it may be able to be snatched away.

But once the seed of extinction has reopened and merged with those it approves, then "... Anyone, any force, can destroy the recognized person, but it cannot destroy the seed of extinction, nor can it be fused again.

Moreover, the destroyer will forever be disqualified from writing into songs.

This matter has always existed in the ancient memory of this giant.

Su Ming was silent, and after a long time, he imitated the old man he saw in the fragmented space, and spoke slowly and calmly.

"What do you offer as a sacrifice? When Su Ming's voice said this, there was a wisp of vicissitudes, and the black fragments in his soul exuded bursts of ancient aura, which existed in Su Ming's body, slowly precipitated, and spread slightly, making Su Ming become the old man at this moment.

The giant raised his head, his eyes fell on the earth, and in a flash, immediately the tens of thousands of sand tribesmen on the earth immediately let out a terrible scream, and their bodies melted in an instant, and all of them turned into sand and dirt on the earth.

The old man with the illusory body, his body trembled, all this changed too fast, he couldn't adapt to it at all, at this moment, seeing all the people around him die, he was about to retreat in trembling, but when the divine gaze of his clan condensed, his body turned into sand and scattered with the wind.

Scattered together, there is also the place far away from here, the statue of thousands of feet and the body of the old man on the statue.

The entire desert, in this instant, lost all life.

Grains of sand like spars flew out of the ground, each grain of sand represented a lifetime, and these grains of sand condensed together and turned into a treasure bottle, floating in front of Su Ming.

"This is the source of life for the Sand Clan, and this is my first sacrifice, please put it away. The giant's eyes were blazing and he looked at Su Ming.

Su Ming looked at him with each other, and after a while, he slowly raised his right hand and held the treasure bottle in front of him, and the moment he held the bottle, a black vortex immediately appeared in Su Ming's palm.

This vortex did not appear by Su Ming's will, but the black fragment in his soul conjured up in his right hand on its own, and after devouring this treasure bottle, it sent out a wisp of black silk.

The black silk went straight to the giant in an instant, blending into its back, the giant's body shook violently, his eyes showed excitement, although he had determined that the other party was the one who reopened the seed of extinction, but there was still a trace of hesitation, but at this moment, he saw the black silk that he had obtained after every sacrifice in the ancient years, which made the hesitation in his heart dissipate suddenly, and he was extremely sure of the identity of the person in front of him.

"My life has come to an end, but I can still do it for you three times, and this is my second sacrifice" is all I can do now. The voice of the sand giant, with old age, echoed as if waiting for Su Ming's reply.

"I can promise you that I will write your name into the ballad, but after you have made three moves, you will use your divine source as you... The third sacrifice. Su Ming's eyes froze and he spoke calmly.

"If you keep your soul, you will live forever, and I will keep my promise. After the giant was silent for a moment, the sound of vicissitudes echoed, and its body gradually dissipated, until it turned into an earthy yellow sand bracelet, floating in front of Su Ming's body, and there was a blurred face on the bracelet, which was the spirit of the sand and soil.

Su Ming looked at the bracelet, and after a long time, he took it in his hand and put it in the storage bag, he looked at the nothingness around him, and there was a dead silence here.

After being silent for a moment, Su Ming rubbed his eyebrows, everything that happened just now was too abrupt, which made him think a lot, so he calmed down at this moment and thought silently.

For a long time, he subconsciously touched his neck, although there was nothing there, he seemed to be able to touch the black fragments, and all kinds of this thing, with the experience again and again, slowly appeared in front of him.

"The Seed of Perdition...... and reopened...... ...... composing the ballad, Su Ming had the experience of fragmented space in his mind, and the ancient boat should be the Heavenly Boat that the Spirit of the Earth said.

After a long while, Su Ming took a deep breath, no longer thinking about what made him still a little confused, dispersed the doom projection, untied the fusion clone cultivation, and hugged the unconscious Xu Hui, he galloped forward.

A few days later, Su Ming followed the imprint he had left at the beginning and walked to the end of the desert that was full of dead silence for a moment, and at the edge of that, he glanced back at the desert behind him.

He could feel that this desert was dying, that there was no life, no life.

He looked at it, and suddenly understood why the name of the black shard was called ,...... , the seed of extinction.

After a moment of silence, Su Ming turned his head and walked out of this desert, in front of him was a starry sky, the starry sky here was very clean, and there was not much dust and decay at a glance, like a calm waterhole, and he could faintly see that there was a star in the forefront.

It's a ...... , The cultivation star, which was divided into two halves, seemed to be cut apart by life, and there were still some connections to each other at the moment, but when I looked at it, it was in ruins

"When you walk out of the desert, what you see in the starry sky is "... , my tribe. Su Ming's ears echoed the words of the ninth loneliness before leaving, looking at the broken Xiuzhen star, Su Ming walked silently.

Gradually approaching, in this silence, Su Ming looked at the cultivation star, his steps became faster and faster, until he didn't know how long had passed, he approached this cultivation star.

A decadence of the years permeates this starry sky, which makes people immersed in it, as if they have become vicissitudes.

Su Ming walked silently, and after getting closer and closer, he saw that on the left half of the Xiuzhen Star, there seemed to be countless ruins on the earth, and in that ruin, there was a broken statue.

Looking at the statue from afar, Su Ming's heart tingled, his body shook, and he appeared on the Xiuzhen Star in an instant, standing on a black earth, and in front of him was a continuous ruin.

Death, the blood, the antiquity and the silence that exist in the years, are the only main themes here.

The statue standing in the ruins, with its right arm missing, was "a huge statue covered with black hair, and above its head sat an old man on his knees, dressed in a shirt of indistinct color, looking up at the distance."

It's also a statue.

Su Ming looked at the old man, put down Xu Hui, who was still in a coma in his arms, walked over slowly, descended on the top of the statue, and stood in front of the statue of the old man, he looked at the familiar face, and the memories of the past came to mind.

The old man who always likes to change his clothes on the ninth peak and go out, the old man who took himself to the Wu Clan and let himself adapt to the battlefield, the old man who taught himself to learn the art of meditation and found a home in the Tianhan Sect.

At this moment, it appeared in front of him.

Looking at the statue in a daze, Su Ming's eyes flowed tears, and he knelt there silently and kowtowed nine times to the statue.

"Master.........''

His tears fell on the statue, spreading out and sinking into the tiny cracks of the statue, leaving only a wet stain.

''A thousand years ago, this was the tribe where I was born......" A deep voice echoed all around, and the place where the voice came from was a thin man sitting lonely on an abandoned house not far below.

He is the ninth loneliness.

He lowered his head and touched the house beneath him, and his voice spread in the ruins, with sadness, with remembrance, and the bitterness that could not be erased.

"The old man in front of you is the Wu Gong of our tribe, Ah Gong doesn't like to talk, most of the time he is silent looking into the distance, the place he looks at is the holy mountain of our tribe, and it is also the symbol of our tribe, Ah Gong calls it ...... , Ninth Hill.

Ah Gong said that he had five disciples in his life, and each of them made him proud, and he believed that his six disciples would one day look at the entire sky, and they could pass on their prestige here and be known by him.

How many disciples are you?',

"Shizun only has four disciples, and that mountain is not called the Ninth Mountain, but the Ninth Peak. Su Ming looked at the statue and muttered.

With a slight shock from the ninth lonely body, he slowly raised his head and looked at Su Ming.

"There are five stones in front of you, and you can put your hands on them...... ，’’

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