Pursuit of the Truth

Su Ming listened to the old man's words and looked at the two thousand shadows outside the golden hall in the sky. The mind was shaken by a tragic meaning conveyed by the old man's words.

It’s just the bottom row, a total of 889 pre-spiritual positions, but perhaps only one of them is suitable for the blood of this ethnic group that is going to sacrifice the ancestors. This requires sacrificing hundreds of qualifications. People, with their death to lay a road to advance!

Obviously, different ethnic groups, even if they belong to Wei, but the Great Man, the Great Mist, and the Ministry of Heaven, they must each find the most suitable one in the bottom row. spirit.

Because of the different choices of various ethnic groups, there is no commonality, which makes this road of advancement, bloody, accumulated by life.

And this is just the beginning, even if I found the first spirit in the bottom row, but there is the penultimate row, up to the top, this way down, all the deaths are strong, are the kind Those who have the qualifications for the first promotion, the same, will let a tribe gradually fade away, until if there is persistence, then there will be a ... the real Schering!

But in this world, it takes hundreds of thousands of years to complete, and the years have not given such opportunities to the various ethnic groups. With the destruction of the tribal era, everything has turned into nothingness, together with the tribes that are considered by all tribes to be the most precious. The blood veins can be merged into the order and numbers of the first spirits, and most of them are buried in the dust.

In the silence, Su Ming saw the tall barbarian figure on the platform, and looked up at the sky. He went straight to the sky and rushed to the last golden figure if it was not the top. That is the ninth row. The 567th sacred spirits went away, and as their body touched this primordial position, in the vastness of countless barbarians in the earth below, the moment... the earth was dead.

Su Ming saw with his own eyes that the man of the barbarian, in the moment of touching the 560th Schering phantom, his body trembled fiercely, as if an unimaginable pain broke out in his body. At the same time. The man raised his right hand and grabbed it toward the sky, as if he had grasped something from nothingness, and turned to the first spirit position that was being merged with him.

"Everything is made!" Say these four words. It’s not the big man, because the body of this big man has become a fly ash under the shock. A touch of red mans flies out of his dissipated body, floating in the sky, like wanting to look down to the people of the earth. At the last glance, he can't do it...

His body was directly rolled up to the side of the Temple of the Spirit by a huge force of suction. When a scream of screams came out, everything calmed down.

The four words are the old man around Su Ming, his soft words. Let Su Mingzhen look at it as a red figure, the soul being sucked away, silence.

The sky is back as usual, and the temple is also good. All the halls of the spirits disappeared into the sky. There is only the silence of countless barbarians on the earth, and there is a deep sorrow.

"When the ancient times were created, this is a unique method of the great man. It is difficult for outsiders to comprehend. Only the people of the barbarian can realize the truth... the most powerful technique.

Even the old man, now experienced eight times of rising spirits, facing the same realm of the great barbarians to display the ancient times, but also to avoid the edge. "The voice of the old man echoed and turned into an invisible ripple to the eight sides, making the world appear distorted.

Until this picture disappeared in front of Su Ming, until everything around it returned to the white mist, as if from the last years, and into the present years, Su Ming sighed.

"The next old man will take you to see the rising spirit of the big meditation." The old man around Su Ming, after a long time, calmly opened his mouth, and the big sleeves slammed, and immediately the feeling of reversal of the heavens and the earth reappeared. When everything was clear, Su Ming has moved away from the previous platform and came to a vast fog.

The fog here is extremely rich, lingering, in the old man's right hand raised a wave, the mist is scattered, revealing a huge naked eye can not see the marginal deep pit, there are at least hundreds of liters in this deep pit Lingtai, they are surrounded by the surrounding, standing in the deep pit, there is a sense of straightforward clouds.

"The big man is a tribe that the old man admire. Although the people of this tribe are not good at heart, they are straightforward, and their shackles are not afraid of death. This kind of spirit is not available to other tribes.

The Tianling tribe, including the old man, is not as good as the big man at this point.

However, if all the tribes under this Wei, the opening of the big man, the old man is most admired, even ... some awkward, only one, that is the big meditation! The old man stood on one of these hundreds of platforms, looked around and whispered.

"Here, it is the tribe where the big meditation department is added. It was a vast sea at that time. The sea, known as the meditation sea, is also called the Weizhong ban!

Big meditation, good at the power of time, good at winning the talent of all things, more powerful can open the door to create a world... In addition to these three talents, the most terrible of the big meditation is... soul Off! !

The soul is immortal, this is the three big talents of the big meditation, all open, can realize the supreme power of the great meditation, once the realization, the soul is almost immortal, no matter how many times of reincarnation, it still exists, this point It is embarrassing and makes people helpless. When the old man lamented, his right hand raised a wave, suddenly the world roared, the sky was broken, and countless pieces swept under the re-combination, and a ripple swept across the square.

Under this sweep, the world changed, as if the dust was picked up on a picture, and the bright colors were revealed. As the ripples spread, Su Ming saw a world that belongs to Da Ming.

It was a black ocean, the sea was rolling with waves, hundreds of roots stood in the sea, and there seemed to be a stone platform connected to the sky. On this stone platform, most of them were sitting cross-legged at the moment.

Most of those figures are middle-aged, one by one wearing a gray gauze-like robes, sitting silently there, on the sea around, looking at them, there are countless figures meditating, they are surrounded by platforms. There is no sound coming out.

In addition to the sound of the waves, here is a silence.

"The big meditation is a very quiet tribe, but it is also a terrible tribe. If it is in terms of combat power, they may not be as good as the people of our celestial body, but the viability of the people in the big meditation, but It is terrible.

There was even a remark at the time. If the catastrophe came, perhaps other tribes would fall, but the big meditation would never fall. This is a nation that can re-emerge even if there is only one ethnic group left. The old man looked at the black sea and slowly opened his mouth.

Su Ming was silent and looked at the people of the big meditation. On them, he found another familiar feeling, which is different from the barbarian, such as the sense of the soul.

"Lingling!" When Su Ming looked at it, the calm voice came out from the platforms on the sea. There were nearly a hundred people on hundreds of platforms. At the same time, they are rising!

"This is something that other tribes can't do. Because it can change the time of the year, because of the avatar, the big meditation has its strong advantage when it is ascended to the spirit. They can simultaneously raise the spirit with more people, so as to better find the hidden. In the order of the first spirits." With the words of the old man around Su Ming reverberating, immediately the temple in the sky appeared again, golden light, more than two thousand figures revealed.

Then, nearly a hundred people on the platform flew out and went straight to their respective spiritual positions. Su Ming looked at him with his eyes. He saw the people of the big meditation, and turned into a red figure. Looking at the sky, until there was a person among the nearly one hundred people, the light of his body suddenly glared at the golden light, and he... successfully merged with a primordial position, and he gave a sigh of relief.

The sound of the sound is strong, with an indescribable breath, it is not the atmosphere of the monk, it is the breath of the spirit first!

The waves roared, the waves rolled, and the roundabouts, all the people of the Daqing tribe showed their eyes. They looked at the only successful person in the sky after the failure of the near-people, and slowly stood up and bowed together. .

"With the talent of the big meditation, this should be the fastest one of the tribes that I have appeared in nine times, but the coming of the great destruction will not give them, give us this opportunity..." The old man sighed, The right hand lifted the void and caught it. Immediately, the pictures in front of Su Ming were fragmented and gradually restored the original foggy world.

"With the repair of the old man, you can also smash the will of the three wilderness for the last time, and draw a piece of memory for you to watch Linyi. This is the last time. After this time, the old man will give you the opportunity to choose.

You can choose Da Man, Da Ming, and the old priest's Tianling tribe to go ahead! The old man saw Su Ming's eyes, his right hand waved, and the world shook, the world was shrinking. When Su Ming's eyes were clear, he returned to the cave where the old man was, and saw the white peak standing in the fog.

I saw it at the top of the mountain. I don’t know when a stone platform appeared. At this moment, ripples spread from the stone platform. Underneath it, the stone platform was faintly visible, and an old figure was sitting cross-legged.

"Don't look at it." Su Ming suddenly spoke.

"I am not a tribe of the Tianling people. It is useless to observe more. The predecessors can save the power of cultivation and not waste." Su Ming’s eyes reveal a decisive, the more things he sees, the more beneficial it is. If you fail to make a red figure, if you look at it, your confidence will be disturbed.

The old man raised his right hand for a meal, his eyes revealing a strange mans, looking at Su Ming.

"So big and big, what kind of tribe do you choose?"

"I chose the Shenglingtai of the Great Man!" Su Ming’s remarks! (To be continued)