Beseech The Devil

    Su Ming looked at the stunned Sang Xiang, his mouth eyes closed, his eyes closed, and Su Ming's indescribable will, instantly left. Body, go straight to the Sang Xiang butterfly and go.

    The sheer degree of this will make Sang Xiang compare with it, like the moon and the fireflies, so that Sang Xiang can't struggle and resist at all. He can only let Su Ming's will cover the Sang Xiang in a comprehensive moment. The full range is integrated into its four wings.

    At this moment, this Sang Xiang has four boundaries in the four wings. The starry sky is silently shocking, and the world is momentarily still…In this stillness, Su Ming's will sweep through a life like a storm, not to hurt them, but to find the traces he needs.

    After a few breaths of time, this only sang Xiang within the four realms, all resumed as usual, Su Ming's will has dissipated, but only that sang Xiang self-knowledge, that let it feel the existence of terror, even in the depths of memory faint some impression of the figure, its will did not leave, But into several parts, condensed in its four wings of the world.

    Hey, don't know what traces Su Ming is looking for, only in this panic, I hope Su Ming can leave here as soon as possible, the kind of horror and power from Su Ming, so that it is not at all The power of resistance, even it understands that to erase yourself, perhaps only need the other side to point.

    Time, slowly passing…

    Su Ming's body sits on the compass on the knees and floats in front of Sang Xiang. His will is turned into several copies, each of which exists next to the people with traces he found.

    Instead of taking this trace directly, they are accompanying them. As the years go by. It has been a long time since the past. Until the wings of this Sang Xiang began to overlap until the four worlds began to be destroyed…

    When the destruction alternated with the new life, Su Ming left, with the traces he needed, and accompanied them to an era, his will left the always-stricken Sang Xiang and returned to the body on the compass, Su Ming . Open your eyes.

    He raised his right hand and had several faint souls in his palm, including First Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Hu Zi, Cang Lan, Yu Xuan, Xu Hui, grandfather…Wait for all the faces in Su Ming's memory.

    These people, they only have a trace of traces, but they are not what Su Ming wants.

    When the wings of the Sang Xiang butterfly were unfolded again, Su Ming was already sitting on the compass, and in this sky, continued the lonely and lonely journey, and passed for another thousand years…

    a thousand years. 20,000 years, 30,000 years…This passage of time. There is no sign of it. In this calmness, Su Ming opened his eyes again when the second hundred thousand years came, because in front of him, there appeared…Fortunately, I have never met Xuan Zang's ninth Sang Xiang.

    It floats in the sky and is full of vitality. Its four-winged world has multiplied many beings.

    Even when I noticed that Su Ming's came, this Sang Xiang might have existed for too long, so that he forgot his instinct and tried to show hostility, but the moment when the hostility was almost revealed, he was immediately released by Su Ming. The will of the direct smash, trembling, panic, and stunned, suddenly appeared on this Sang Xiang.

    Without paying attention to the emotion of Sang Xiang, Su Ming's will directly cover the four wings of Sang Xiang and spread it in. After finding the traces under the sweep, they will be scattered.

    In this tension of Sang Xiang, Su Ming, as before, he did not immediately choose to take away the traces he found. Because of this, it is equal to killing himself. He can't, he doesn't want to, he can wait. Waiting for the destruction of this Sang Xiang world, take this trace away.

    The passage of time, accompanied by the tension of this Sang Xiang, until the end of this period, Su Ming did not stop, with the traces he found, left the four wings and began the re-born of the world Sang Xiang, in Suang Xiang’s nervousness and sorrow, Su Ming left.

    After 100,000 years, Su Ming met the Sang Xiang butterfly that he gave life to, and changed from beads, and began to look for traces again.

    A butterfly, looking for time and again, the passage of time seems to be eternal until the past ten epochs.

    I searched for the butterfly and found all the traces that Su Ming could find in the Sang Xiang world, just…When all these traces were in the hands of Su Ming, sitting cross-legged on the compass and carrying the vicissitudes of Su Ming, there was a sigh of sorrow.

    Each of these traces is independent. If they are forced together, the life imprint of the transformation is still lacking in the familiarity of Su Ming's memory. He can resurrect them, but they will not remember each other after the resurrection. In Su Ming's heart, it has become the most familiar stranger.

    This kind of thing, Su Ming does not want, does not want, he wants to resurrect the faces in memory, those who wish to be resurrected, or themselves, and their own memories, not just faces, even the soul, But it is stranger.

    "The reincarnation is like the sea. Only in the reincarnation of the times, to find the traces of their legacy when they dissipate, can they be merged into their own life imprint."Su Ming stared at the palm of his hand. For a long time, when he whispered, he held the palm of his hand and put the traces inside him. When he released his palm, he pressed it toward the compass under him.

    Under this press, the compass suddenly trembled and slowly turned itself. As it turned, the whole sky seemed to be pulled and turned. Until the passage of time, the boundless boundless world became With a huge vortex, this vortex slammed into a circle after another.

    This circle, in the eyes of Su Ming, is a cycle of life for every turn of the entire sky.

    As vortex rolled over the sky, the sediment of the years was set aside, and the dust that fell into the depths flew in front of him. At this moment of vortex's eternal rotation, Su Ming left the compass and walked inside the vortex. No matter how long the years will go, no matter how many times life will recur, he will go on.

    In the years, look for traces of residue when they dissipate…

    In the reincarnation, remembering the memories and remembering the memories and not forgetting.

    Just for the sake of mutual understanding and…See you.

    In the dark night when Sang Xiang was shattered and the palm of his hand was gone, he already knew that if he did not hold it this time, he would probably have no future.

    For example, the ten million-year-old palace in the sky waits for the silence of the sky, a few times and the soul. And in the world, there has never been a life again.

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    The motive is over, not tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, this chapter…Two thousand words. (To be continued ……