Pursuit of the Truth

In the dark morning camp, there is no will to be born. It is only for countless years. Because there is only one family in each world, there is no contradiction. Therefore, over the years, some single weak wills have gradually been born. These wills are not even true will. It is made up of countless minds. If you give enough time, if the tribes in the world can grow stronger and stronger, even invade other circles.

Then one day, there will be a real will.

Only now, even if the Souls barely achieve this with their special talents, the will that can be born is still not complete. It can be said that it is not a three-year-old. Because of this weak will, the Three Wilderness will not pay attention to it. .

For Su Ming, he also cares too much about these weak wills before, and even dissipates these wills directly from the wave. Compared with him, these wills are vulnerable.

But...·········································································································· ···· In the smashing, I merged with myself, this scene makes Su Ming’s eyes invisible.

He can no longer win other real worlds. This is the warning of Sanmeng. If Su Ming violates this rule within a hundred years, then the three wilderness will come and the catastrophe will advance.

This scene is not what Su Ming wants to see. Therefore, he did not continue to be alarmed by the Three Wilderness. However, the changes in this place have caused Su Ming to think of a broken method while double-sided and shrinking.

Almost in the realm of this world, Su Ming’s hand was replaced by the sky, and the middle-aged man was stunned. When he took a breath, his body subconsciously retraced and looked at Su Ming’s gaze, revealing an incredible A look of sorrow.

"you you……"

His words have not been finished yet. Su Ming has turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man coldly. When the body is approaching, the man’s body is squatting and retreating. His arms are open and his hands are open. To the sky, one hand down and open.

"The soul ancestor, the soul of my body!!" With the spread of his words, the star suddenly slammed, and the souls of the ancestors of the Souls on the islands for many years gathered at this moment and instantly integrated into this. In the body of a middle-aged man, his cultivation has been continually climbing. In an instant, he has surpassed the unspeakable, and his cultivation is still exploding, but this kind of outbreak·Su Ming does not care.

Under his sway, he allowed the middle-aged man to continually reinforce, letting his face look more and more, and approaching directly, his right hand raised his sleeves and roared, and the middle-aged man quickly fell backwards. When you spit out a soul, you will be mad at the sky.

With the surrounding world, his surroundings are condensed with a large number of souls. Each of these souls is a ancestor of the soul. At this moment, under the condensed view, as far as a black cloud is formed, this dark cloud rolls all the way and goes straight. When Su Ming came here and looked at it, the black cloud became a big mouth, and he wanted to swallow the nearby Su Ming.

But at the moment when the two sides touched, Su Ming snorted and slammed his right hand, and immediately made a big hand in front of him. He grabbed the black cloud that swallowed up. The sound of roaring echoed the whole soul at this moment. The ethnic world, in this roaring, the dark cloud that condensed the souls of countless soul ancestors, issued a fierce embarrassment, and seemed to break free from Su Ming’s hands, but could not do it at all.

After being arrested by Su Ming, the dark clouds in the darkness and earth-shattering, there have been countless virtual shadows, these virtual shadows are rushing to escape this black cloud, but they can not do the slightest, can only let Su Ming grasp, As Su Ming’s body sank, with Su Ming standing in front of his current blank tombstone...·····

Su Ming grabbed the majestic black cloud in his right hand, and the index finger lifted up with black clouds as ink. On the blank stone tablet, he began to portray.

"Mother································································································· The souls of the soul ancestors, those who are savage in the soul, are constantly dissipating. This is Su Ming’s mother who uses his soul to condense into words to worship him.

The black group continued to shrink, and a desperate shrouded all the souls in it. Especially the middle-aged man, the most trembled voice, the pain is hard to describe, but for the ancestors of the soul family, Everything is better than the world.

There are two kinds of people who have died once, one is indifferent to death, but the vast majority is more afraid of death than before, and these ancestors of the soul family are such people, in their screams, Su Ming began to write again.

"Children···························································································

The last dissipated, it was the middle-aged man, whose soul was crushed by Su Ming, and wrote the last word, this desperate pain, let this middle-aged man go crazy, until the moment before dissipating He seems to have returned to the same year, watching the saints of the tribe and a foreigner gave birth to the scorpion, the inner guilt and madness, let him erase his existence after the death of the other party.

This is the last scene of his memory, after that... a blank. These words cost the souls of all the ancestors of the soul family for many years. If you only punish a tribe, Su Ming is not reconciled, this generation of saints will not be stopped in the same year, they will be punished, not to mention watching Su Ming’s mother being born. The inscriptions were erased, and the soul ancestors of the scene of the soul were scattered.

They did not stop, this is a mistake for Su Ming!

Release the right hand, and there is silence all around. Su Ming silently looks at the tombstone. After a long time, he is there, and it is three days.

Three days later, Su Ming stood up and looked at the tombstone again and turned to nothingness.

The emptiness of the starry sky is full of Su Ming’s will. With the pervasiveness of his will, there are countless subtle wills of this world, which are condensed in the will of Su Ming, and his will gradually nourished. More powerful than before.

Walking in the starry sky of this soul family, the bald-headed crane followed behind Su Ming, and did not speak all the way. It saw Su Ming’s move on the star and saw Su Ming’s long squat in front of the tombstone, accompanied by Su Ming at the moment. By the way, walking silently, it did not know where Su Ming was going, but Su Ming did not speak, and it did not speak.

Until in front of Su Ming, there was a very unusual star. There was not much spiritual power, it was very desolation, and even the monks were few.

Su Ming looked at the star, and silently walked over. On this star, in the rolling mountain range in the northeast, Su Ming stood there and looked at a village under the mountain, where...he was there. In the years of the remnant, I saw the place where his mother was born.

Silently watching, for a long time... Su Ming faintly opened.

"Either roll or die."

Su Ming’s suffocation has not dissipated, and it is impossible to worship his mother because he erased the souls of all the ancestors of the Soul. He has lost his anger, even though this mother has never seen him, but... His mother!

Now the soul is scattered, the reason for all this is the previous generation of the soul family, Su Ming did not destroy the soul family, is already compassionate, this suffocating in his heart, difficult to dissipate, this time if there are people who do not open their eyes to provoke, Then you will face a... Su Ming who kills the sky!

And exactly... there is indeed a person who does not open his eyes and appears.

"The arrogance is extremely!" The cold voice whirls between, and on the other mountain not far behind Su Ming, the figure of Cang San slave appears suddenly, standing there, looking at Su Ming, the eyes are strong. War.

"The old empressor of the morning can't speak, Cang..." Cang San's big sleeves slammed, and the voice was cold, but his words just said that he hadn't waited to name his name. Su Ming turned his head and looked in the look. Showing a slap and killing.

"Roll!" The word is exported, the world is roaring, the whole star is shaking, and the whole world is shaking. Like the thunder and thunder, echoing the moment of this world, the emptiness in front of Su Ming is instantly distorted. Change, the mountain underneath in this moment ...····················································

Blood squirted seven consecutively from the three slaves, and the body fell back seven thousand feet. When he finally stopped, he looked up fiercely and his face was blank.

At the time of Su Ming's voice, he swirled through the entire soul community. At the same time, the three slaves were shocked. In this soul community, there were three black robes. Their bodies were haunted by fog and appeared in the soul community.

The three people spread out quickly. When they passed, Su Ming’s will was touched. If the shuttle was transparent, it seemed that the three black robes could not be found. It seems that there are some strange things in the three people. Can avoid the will of Su Ming.

They are divided into three directions. They are even more swaying. They are innumerable and enter the soul community. On almost every comprehension star, looking for the strongest in this star, they whispered a word.

"The will of the realm of your soul community has been taken away. This person's character is killing, cruel and cruel, and after taking away the will of your world, the life of this world must die within five hundred years, and it will come to catastrophe.

Even after that, all the monks in your world can't get into the slightest, so people... took away everything that belongs to you!

This person is like a ghost, repaired as a wood, and more wood is a forest...·················································

I am waiting for the... ”

These three black robes in this sect of the genus, all the powerful people who can find, have said such words, those strong in the silence, this will not be easy to believe, but the three words of the annihilation hall... ... as if to turn all doubts into a strong belief.

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