Chapter 931

This situation was a little unexpected and a little abrupt. Of course, it was more deliberate;

When the broadcast transmitted everyone into the story world, he was sent to this position alone, and then he just happened to face Sauron who was about to prove his Dao.

This was definitely not a coincidence. No one would believe that this would be a coincidence.

Su Bai was not in a hurry to make a move. His eyes were slightly deep. He was hesitating. Taking a step forward was almost the fruit that was delivered to his door. However, Su Bai was already a little paranoid because he could not figure out why the broadcast suddenly did this to him.

Fatherly love?

This was just a joke.

Su Bai did not think that the two people would have something similar to fatherly or motherly love.

Whatever they did, they should have their own purpose. Now, they took the initiative to put a beautiful gift in front of him. Su Bai had to spend more time thinking about what their motives were.

Sauron's aura grew stronger and stronger. It seemed that he would succeed in proving his Dao in a short while. Right now, he was at his weakest, but at the same time, in a short while, he would enter another level.

It seemed that he could only make a move.

No matter what the meaning behind this gift was, Su Bai could not find a reason to stand here and watch while the other party succeeded in proving his Dao.

"Ancient Zombie … Spirit Refinement!"

Su Bai opened his hands, and a pair of eyes began to appear blood-red and dark green. At the same time, with him as the center, a terrible furnace was forming.

In the past, Lao Fugui used this method to force Su Yuhang to sacrifice his own future before he could prove his Dao. This was enough to show the terrible combination of this method and overbearing power.

If seen from a distance, in the sky above this wild and cursed land, there was first a ray of light rising, bringing a gorgeous fireworks-like effect. But soon, a black hurricane roared out, and the latter began to swallow the former, just like the darkness was about to shatter the beauty.

Soran, who was on the way to prove his Dao, suddenly suffered a blow, and his mind was shaken. When he found out who was attacking him, he was almost in a state of madness. He did not know why Su Bai would appear in this place at this time!

This was impossible!

This was absolutely impossible!

The broadcast pulled him into the story world to save himself from the defeat of the duel.

Putting himself into this environment was just to let him feel and prove his Dao.

But why did the broadcast let this easterner appear in front of him at the most critical time!

The violent black storm swept over. Sauron's Tinder was like a small boat in the raging waves. At this moment, it was almost certain that the boat would capsize. The only difference was how it would capsize.

The terrible consciousness kept sweeping and raging. This was the roar from Soran, but Su Bai was still motionless. Ancient Zombie Refinement was very difficult to cultivate. At least according to Lao Fugui's description, this required his level of consciousness to reach a level that was almost comparable to the big shots.

Of course, it was not a problem for people like Lao Fugui. Any strange and extreme things seemed to be a drizzle in front of him. However, Su Bai was not such a person. Therefore, after completing the first and second stage of Ancient Zombie, Su Bai did not continue to think about the third stage of Ancient Zombie. He always felt that it should be considered after he proved his Dao.

However, the appearance of Soran and Soran's active infiltration into his body reminded Su Bai that there seemed to be another way, which was to use other people's consciousness to refine his own God.

The third stage of Ancient Zombie was born from the Qin Soldier Refinement Technique. It was a kind of method to plunder other people's consciousness to supplement oneself. Therefore, this kind of behavior and principle contained the true meaning of the third stage of Ancient Zombie.

This world should be mine.

All this should be mine.

I didn't take it.

It's just that I left these things with you.

This kind of thinking and perspective was normal for someone like Lao Fugui, who was the Child of Destiny. If others wanted to play this way, they could only eat themselves to death. Even Su Bai, who had inherited Lao Fugui's mantle, felt more and more like walking on thin ice.

But now, if he didn't eat this fruit,

He would be too sorry for himself.

Soran's Tinder, which was almost half a step into the Dao, finally began to collapse under Su Bai's tyrannical tearing. The merging and swallowing of the consciousness of both sides allowed Su Bai to clearly perceive Soran's emotions.

Anger.

Puzzlement.

Doubt.

Unwillingness.

These emotions filled Soran's Tinder, which was the last remnant of Soran's consciousness before it disappeared.

Su Bai's body slowly descended, and a circle of light appeared between his eyebrows. Then the light dissipated, and everything returned to normal.

To deal with Soran at this time, there was no need for a protracted battle, nor was there a need to take too many risks. It would even seem a little boring, but this was the truth. Soran could only blame the broadcast for placing Su Bai here at such a good time. It was when he was at his strongest and weakest, and it was also the best time to taste the best.

The first step of refining the spirit was considered a success. The rest would be completed after spending some time and energy to dissolve all the absorbed Sauron's consciousness. Moreover, because his soul and body were combined into one, the great improvement of the soul's consciousness was bound to lead to further growth of the body.

Su Bai felt that after the complete success of Spirit Refinement, even if he did not reach the Dao, he should not be afraid of those ordinary big shots who had just reached the Dao. It was just like Chen Ru's strength before she reached the Dao. Even if she did not reach the Dao, she could still fight against big shots.

Once he reached the Dao, ordinary big shots would not be his opponent. Su Bai could clearly feel that the new big shots like Yanhui and Qiao Linna had a special fear of Chen Ru, who was also a new big shot.

Taking a deep breath, Su Bai sat down on the spot. The curse and the aura of disaster around him began to slowly try to erode him, but it was quickly transformed into his body by Su Bai, purely as a snack and vitality for his zombie bloodline.

With his fingers inserted into the ground and turned over a handful of mud, Su Bai reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette.

However, at that moment, a figure also sat down beside him.

Su Bai was stunned for a moment because he did not expect this person to appear so abruptly and so naturally. It was as if he had never really met him before. The last time they met and communicated was only with the remnant soul that he had left in his memory. It was not considered him in person.

The other party reached out his hand.

Su Bai threw a cigarette over.

Two people.

One was no longer a child. In fact, it was difficult to describe him as a "Young man". His sharp edges and resolute temperament gave him the feeling of a middle-aged man. Su Bai was indeed almost thirty years old.

As for the other, he had long entered middle-age. Although he looked young, the fine wrinkles and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to be telling of the vicissitudes of time left on his body.

The two of them smoked together.

Many sons had this kind of experience. When they grew up, they would naturally hand a cigarette to their old man, or their old man would suddenly hand them a cigarette one day. They would feel stunned and absent-minded. They were no longer the same as when they were young and were beaten and scolded by their old man for daring to touch a cigarette in school.

However, for Su Bai, he had a different feeling.

"Do you like it?"

Su Bai was dressed in white casual clothes. It was not gaudy, nor was it eye-catching. His taste had always been very high. Su Bai had seen the photos Su Yuhang left behind in the past, as well as other ways of interacting with him. Su Yuhang's clothes were very particular.

Su Yuhang asked Su Bai as if he was asking his son if the dishes he had cooked today were delicious.

Su Bai blew out a smoke ring and organized his words.

"Not bad."

The taste of Solon was indeed not bad.

"As long as it's delicious." Su Yuhang nodded, looking very pleased.

Then...

There was another half-hour of silence between the father and son. No one spoke again, and no one was willing to speak because there was really nothing to say. At least, that was the case for Su Bai.

"This ship is about to sink." Su Yuhang appeared to say something, so he was the first to break the silence.

"If the ship sinks, will the helmsman die?" Su Bai asked.

"Yes," Su Yuhang answered.

"Very good." Su Bai nodded. He was very satisfied with the answer.

Nothing could make him happier than the death of his parents.

"Do you know, I used to think about being a good father," Su Yuhang said again.

Su Bai raised his head and looked at the still gloomy sky. Then, he looked at his father, who was obviously only a projection. If Su Yuhang's real body was in front of him, Su Bai would never allow him to finish his disgusting words.

Of course, Su Yuhang might not have a real body anymore. He and Liu Mengyu had merged with the radio.

According to Old Fugui, it was like being a person. Wasn't it good?

Su Bai did not respond.

Su Yuhang spread his palm forward.

In an instant, the Wilderness, which was originally full of curses and disasters, became green and luxuriant. In the distance, herds of cattle and sheep could even be seen.

The sky was blue as if it had been washed.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone down with a sense of romance.

In the distance, the rough singing of herdsmen drifted through the air.

Everything was so comfortable and enjoyable.

"Do you still remember this scene?" Su Yuhang asked.

Of course, Su Bai remembered. In that oil painting, he was nestled in his mother's arms. It was a sunny day on the grassland. Behind him, his father was painting the warm scene of his beloved wife and son.

"I owe you fourteen years, but I can pay you back with fourteen hundred years.

I can't change your fate, nor can I change your identity.

But if I can enter that world, I will give you fourteen hundred years of peace.

You can bring your son, who is my grandson. Your mother and I can accompany you until we need to attack the next world. "

Su Bai was neither exasperated nor hysterical. He just looked at Su Yuhang calmly, at his father, who was both his father in name and in reality.

He said,

"One thousand and four hundred years is too long. I feel that right now,

I think it's time to wrap things up. "