Volume 1: If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 4: The Rise of the Divine Source Chapter 890: The Fourth Generation of Barbarian Gods

When Su Ming's words came out, all the monks in the auction house immediately changed their expressions, especially the old man and the young man from the Taici family, who showed a sense of disbelief.

They believed that Su Ming was from the Yu family, so Su Ming's worship seemed to be tantamount to an alliance with the Lieshan family. Although the Taici family was huge, it seemed that they did not care about the alliance between the two middle-class families, but...the two of them After all, he was in the Lieshan family's auction house.

"It turns out that this Taoist friend is an old friend of the Lieshan family. There was a misunderstanding... a misunderstanding..." The old man, Ke Qing, from the Taici family, immediately coughed dryly, laughed, and clasped his fists towards Su Ming.

"This matter is the fault of my Taici family. I hope the Yu family and the Lieshan family don't mind...I..." The old man, Ke Qing, from the Taici family reacted very quickly. He quickly laughed and pretended to be low-profile. In his opinion, the Lieshan family would not kill the two of them. After all...it was not worth it.

But before he finished speaking, Feng Lao in front of Su Ming frowned.

"Noisy!" A cold voice came from Feng Lao's mouth, and it immediately turned into a muffled thunderous roar. When it echoed in the auction house, the old man of the Taici family was shaken and his heart was trembling. He even bleed from his orifices. He stepped back several steps in a row. His face instantly turned pale.

The young man next to him looked even more frightened, and his trembling became more and more violent. He was afraid. This was the first time he had ever felt fear in a real sense since he was born. He suddenly regretted it very much, but now It was already too late. He didn't know the Lieshan family's purpose of leaving him behind. He still couldn't believe it. The Lieshan family dared to go to war with the Taici family.

"Teacher, in this world, in this endless sky, there is only one person who can call me this. This person may be you, maybe... not you." Feng Lao looked at Su Ming, his face still filled with emotion. Smile. But the hesitation hidden deep in his eyes prevented him from truly judging Su Ming's identity.

This seemed to him almost impossible. Because once Su Ming is the inheritor of the projection body he left in the barbarian tribe, he will definitely be able to sense it very thoroughly now, but... he can sense Su Ming at this moment. But within this induction, there was still a touch of coercion that made even him feel faintly boiling energy and blood.

This made Feng Lao speculate for a moment.

"You'll know after you try it." After Su Ming cupped his fists and bowed again, he stood up straight. He slowly raised his right hand with his five fingers pointing upward, as if he was holding something in his hand.

Feng Lao's eyes lit up and his smile became more kind. He also raised his right hand and looked like he was doing the same thing. It is exactly the same as Su Ming.

This scene immediately attracted the attention of everyone around, especially the members of the Lieshan family, who stared intently after seeing that Su Ming and Feng Lao were doing exactly the same thing. Most of them recalled the words in the family about what Feng Lao said about his disciples.

"Open the sun!" Su Ming raised his head fiercely, and suddenly grabbed his right hand upwards. Suddenly, endless strong winds appeared out of thin air in the auction house. The howling winds instantly condensed on Su Ming's right hand. When he looked at it, it looked like Su Ming's The right hand became the eye of the storm. The strong wind spun rapidly in his hand, and a majestic power spread from Su Ming's right hand.

"Open the sun." Feng Lao's voice came out while smiling. He waved his right hand casually, and saw a wind whirlpool, which was the same as the wind eye held by Su Ming's right hand, appearing in his right hand.

The two of them took a step forward at the same time, approaching in an instant.

boom!

The loud noise echoed in all directions in an instant. It was the collision between Kaiyang and Kaiyang. It was the competition between the previous generation of Fengman and the current generation. It was a test between the inheritor and the inherited. !

In this roar, Su Ming retreated dozens of feet. His eyes showed a bright light. He looked at Feng Lao dozens of feet away. He raised his right hand and punched directly into the void above the auction house. This The moment the punch was punched, his body suddenly rushed forward.

With this rush, Su Ming's body did not go in a straight line. His body actually started to spin violently as he rushed out. Round and round, the rotation of his body instantly overwhelmed the number of people, and even more so when he chose Below, layers of strong winds roared and whistled, centering on Su Ming's body and rapidly spinning in the direction in which he was rotating.

At the same time, a stream of hot air emitted from Su Ming's body as it rotated again and again. It was caught in the vortex of the wind and spread to all directions. But at this moment, above Su Ming, the one that Su Ming had just hit The punch somehow triggered a large amount of cold air. Centered on the rotation of the wind, this cold air and the hot air below rose and sank. The moment they touched each other, Su Ming's voice and the roaring wind, transmitted at the same time.

"Bury...Yin!"

Feng Lao laughed, and his laughter was heartfelt. He raised his left hand and waved it casually above his head. Immediately, with his left hand above him as the center, the cold air dispersed. He also waved his right hand below, and suddenly there was heat. Spreading out from his right hand, as his two hands came together in front of him, heat and cold suddenly intertwined, and the wind... appeared!

"Your Burial Yin is not yet numerous. You have only mastered the superficial knowledge and have not yet understood the essence. It seems that you have not practiced seriously." Feng Lao clasped his hands together, and the wind roared.

"Look, this is... the burial of the dead!" Feng Lao's combined hands suddenly separated. At the same time as his hands separated, a rapidly rotating wind ball suddenly grew in his hands.

As he pushed forward, the wind ball immediately went straight towards Su Ming, and the storm formed by Su Ming's Burial Yin instantly came into contact.

Boom boom boom!

Three loud noises shook the entire auction house. Su Ming's body was pushed back more than ten feet each time by these three roars. The Yin Burying Wind outside his body collapsed and was destroyed by the wind ball pushed out by Feng Lao. After all, he approached Su Ming, but it didn't look like he wanted to hurt Su Ming. Instead, he seemed to dissipate on his own after touching Su Ming's eyebrows. This was obviously Feng Lao's separation from Su Ming. Feng Sanshi was a little dissatisfied and wanted to teach him a lesson.

It was as if the elders wanted to punish the younger ones slightly when they saw that they were not practicing seriously.

Su Ming's eyes flashed. He was Feng Man, but his other identity was the Fourth Generation Barbarian God. Another identity was the clone of Ecang in the sky between heaven and earth. He was even a direct descendant of the Shaping Nether Clan.

All these identities, except being a Fengman, did not allow Su Ming to let the wind ball fall between his eyebrows. Therefore, as his eyes flashed, Su Ming did not step back at all, but continued to approach the wind ball. At that moment, the sun, moon and stars suddenly appeared in his eyes, and a piece of divine runes appeared. After the fusion, Su Ming was attracted to merge into his fantasy of the sun, moon and stars, the strange power from the three heavens.

"Under normal conditions, this junior cannot use Li Feng, but with the cooperation of my magical powers, I can launch... a technique similar to Li Feng!" As Su Ming spoke calmly, the sun and moon suddenly brightened in his eyes.

With a bang, with Su Ming as the center, as the light of the sun and moon became brighter, stars appeared under his feet. Suddenly, the thousands of people in the auction house were all roaring in their hearts. It was blurry for a moment, and there was an illusion that the world was reversed, and that it was forcibly pulled into some kind of space.

The world that each of them sees is different at this moment. It is a world created based on the memories in their minds that they least want to look back on, causing everyone here to fall into it involuntarily.

"Sun, moon, stars, Li Feng." Su Ming spoke softly. The wind ball in front of him suddenly stopped at this moment. It was only a few inches away from Su Ming, but these few inches seemed to have turned into a ravine in the sky and earth, which could not be crossed. .

The real freedom from the wind is to let the world where you live, because you are the ancestor of wind, so... you can think of the entire sky without the existence of wind.

Like a realm.

Su Ming couldn't do this, but he could create an illusory world using the illusion of the sun, moon, stars, and the strange power of the three Taoist Heavens. This illusory world was an illusion. Within this illusion, he could make Here... there is no wind.

If that's all it is, then illusion is illusion, and everything is false after all. However, the power that exists within the Three Gates of Heaven is something that Su Ming has not been able to fully grasp and explore yet. It is a... that can turn fiction into reality. , a strange power that can make illusions real.

In this way, Su Ming's illusion was no longer completely illusory, but had a trace of reality within it.

The key point that depends on the authenticity of this illusion is not Su Ming, but the thousands of people in this illusion. As long as most of these people believe that this illusion is real, then... this place is real!

All this sounds mysterious, but in fact, even Su Ming is still exploring this technique, and now it can be said that this is his first real use of it.

Su Ming couldn't hold on to this technique for a long time. Just like the three breaths mentioned in the Ghost Scale Elephant Diagram, I don't know if it was a coincidence. Su Ming could only take three breaths when he started this technique.

Three breaths of time ended in an instant, and the world in front of everyone collapsed and shattered. When everything was restored, most of the people here looked blank, except for Feng Lao, whose eyes were shining brightly. He looked at Su Ming, The wind ball in front of Su Ming disappeared.

"This is what I have seen, another Li Feng technique. You...yes, very good. The road is impermanent and there are many changes. It does not mean that only my perception is correct, but the one that suits you best is the best. The right path.

The Li Feng you modified is very good! "A smile gradually appeared on Mr. Feng's face. The smile was very happy. He had not been so happy for tens of thousands of years.

While smiling, Feng Lao shook his head, his expression suddenly became serious, he stepped back a few steps, looked at Su Ming intently, slowly clasped his fists, and bowed deeply to Su Ming.

"Barbarian Fengman, pay your respects to... Barbarian God! I wonder how many generations of Barbarian Gods you are?"

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