Pursuit of the Truth

The gray butterfly, no other colorful, spread under the wings, the whole is full of length, in the air there is an unspeakable majesty to the earth.

In the moment of seeing this gray butterfly, Su Ming’s mind once again revealed the legend that he was in the barbarian world when he was in the barbarians...

There is a butterfly, its name is sang...

"Sang Xiang..." Su Ming's side, the old man of Tianling showed his figure for the first time in this barbarian land. He looked at the sky slyly and looked at the gray butterfly. His eyes showed a wise mans.

"My guess, the last ring... is the legend that has been circulated in this ancient era. On the sang, it should be like this!" When the old man murmurs, his body is complicated, but this complex only appears for a moment. , was firmly replaced.

"Legend..." Su Ming whispered softly. The legend about Sang Xiang was circulated in the barbarian land for a long time. It was the first time he knew that there was such a butterfly. Its name is mulberry, and its wings are fanned. Heaven and earth change, and each time a different vision occurs.

Su Ming still remembers that in the world of the Temple of the Spirits, when he returned to ancient times, in the vast sky of the forecast, he saw the sky in the snow, in the moment of the blood dragon smashing. , a fleeting butterfly that appears...

Vaguely, Su Ming seems to understand something. He looks at the gray butterfly in the sky in silence. The butterfly also looks at Su Ming. His wings are fanned up, the breeze swirls, and with the will to destroy everything, he will come to the entire barbarian land. .

It is a pity that this butterfly is still not the true legendary mulberry phase. It is just a projection, the projection of the old man's will.

Su Ming’s right hand was lifted up in his hand, and in his palm, the dying of the dynasty suddenly turned out. This glazed bronze glare shone, and this light covered Su Ming’s face, making it impossible for outsiders to see the look of Su Ming at the moment. When the bronze ray was more and more radiant, there was a figure on it.

It was a burly figure with a spear. At the moment when this figure appeared, a primitive wild smell was suddenly released. This breath was strong, and it was suddenly overshadowed.

At the same time, the more than 100 million savage souls in Su Ming’s body have awakened from the sleep after Su Ming’s change, and instantly poured into the bronze ding, after the appearance of numerous bumpy faces. With the flapping of the gray butterfly wings, the figure on the bronze tripod slammed up, revealing the blood-red eyes and the smeared inside. Under the sway, the figure went straight to the gray butterfly.

The speed is fast, and a hurricane is rolled up. This hurricane whispers, as if in this world, a huge hurricane has been outlined. Also around this tripod, there are a lot of big savage souls that seem to be smashing.

This tripod seems to be illusory, but it has a sense of substance. With the cohesion, the rushing spear figure is bigger and bigger, and the blink of an eye is hundreds of feet high.

"Rare!!" When the figure rushed out, there was such a hoarse but shocking low-pitched voice in his mouth. In this snoring, he immediately approached the gray butterfly that had fanned the wings and picked up the wind of destruction. Go to the right wing and go.

Su Ming looks calm, holding Ding in his right hand and looking at it all.

The sound of the roaring sounds in this moment, the whole barbarian world is shaking like a mountain, and under the violent shaking, the figure of the bronze tripod appears in this roar, and it collapses fiercely.

However, the gray butterfly right wing, also in this roar, in the disappearance of the figure, there was a large crack when the trembling, the bang was directly broken.

"Unfortunately, this is just a projection that you have made yourself, not the legendary...Sangxiang." Su Ming whispered openly, and when the words swirled, the gray butterfly that lost a wing on the sky looked fiercely at Su Ming. The wings on the left waved again, and the force of destruction slammed, and Su Ming sighed.

His right hand raised his finger to the gray butterfly with one wing left, and suddenly the ring of the treasure on his finger flew out. The ring was getting bigger and bigger, and when it was close to the gray butterfly, it was already full.

Under a collision, the sky shattered, and a crack appeared from the vast purple-red two-color seal until the loud whirl, the whole sky was at this moment... it was split, all collapsed, with the collapse of the sky seal, the outside world Those fierce spirits, before they rushed in, immediately rewinded in this collapse, and the body instantly vanished.

Together with the collapse, there was a gray butterfly with only half of the wings left. When the butterfly was broken, it took away the will of the old man in gray robes.

"Destroy me, not you..." This is the last sentence of the old man. Then, the three wills that have always existed since the dying of the dying dynasty have been thoroughly erased.

The sky is roaring, the fragmentation is spreading, and looking at it, the sky is like a rubble that is constantly collapsing. In this fragmentation, a large number of pieces are opened, and the curtain of the last day shakes the hearts of all the people who see it.

The outside world, Su Ming's Wanquan ring whistling swept, all the murders of the outside world were smashed, no matter what repairs, all of them touched the ring at the moment, they collapsed.

This ring roared and screamed, and with a sharp voice rushed out of the barbarian world, in the whirlpool of this whirlwind, rushing to the exit of the dying vortex.

Its speed is fast, it is far away, all the way to roll the fog, smashing the dead, smashing all the creatures flying out of various spaces, even the dragon of death, it is difficult to dodge in despair, the body suddenly hit After smashing, it is penetrated.

All of this is long, but in fact it is more than a dozen breaths. This ring rushes out of the yin whirlpool and appears in the realm of the morning. At the moment it appears, it opens like a through. The channel of the morning and the barbarian world, this channel has become a whirlpool, igniting the atmosphere of the whole morning, and this moment comes.

There is Su Ming's will, and while rushing into the vortex of this passage, Su Ming of the barbarian world, his hands raised, he looked up at the broken sky.

"We... leave the swan of the dead, and from then on, the barbarian world will become part of the realm of the morning! I am taking you, taking the whole world, and rushing out!"

Su Ming’s voice echoed in the ears of every barbarian’s repair, and it didn’t linger for a long time. With the morning whirl of the passage vortex, it looked far away, as if there was a big hand with a big hand in the morning. The momentum is deep into the whirlpool of yin and death, grabbing the barbarian world, and taking it out from the inside! ! ——

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