Pursuit of the Truth

"Now, it should be considered safe." Su Ming snorted, put the black mask away, closed his eyes, and immersed in meditation. After a few days, under the many South Discrete, Su Ming’s injuries have healed.

He was silent for a long time, gave up the idea of ​​leaving the place, but lived here, the red grass spreads around ten feet, completely covering the land, hiding his existence.

Time passed slowly, one month, two months, three months... After four months, Su Ming never went too far, and in this lining hole, silently increased the cultivation with the mountain spirit.

During these few months, he often communicated with the wind and learned a lot of things. He even listened to the experience of the past few years and took it for granted.

The red grass is still ten feet, although the wind has told Su Ming that if the grass absorbs enough flesh and blood, it can increase the range, but as long as the grass spreads out, it will quickly absorb the blood of the controller. The power of horror absorption is far beyond the reach of others. The larger the range, the more amazing the absorption, and the wind can't bear it, so it is rarely used.

He also told Su Ming that the earliest skin of the animal skin was ten miles long, but at that time, in addition to a limited number of people, such as the public, no one could bear the power of absorption. In an instant, you will be sucked out of blood and die.

Even if it is a man and a man, it will not be able to perform for too long, until the passage of time, the grass of the animal skin will slowly wither, and the people of the Laoshan tribe will gradually be able to use more people, but also because the grassland is narrowed and changed. It can only be protected and has no other effect.

However, this point makes Su Ming very strange. He has been spreading this red grass for a year, but he has never encountered this thing to absorb the blood of the controller. However, Su Ming only thinks in his heart. Ask about the wind.

The animal skin that turned into this grassland, Su Ming also asked the origin, this thing as he expected is one of the ancestral relics of the Lushan Ministry, but because it absorbs the horror of blood, it is difficult Accepted, and slowly ignored.

And in Su Ming's ingenious random inquiry, he found a thing that made him puzzled. That is, the moment when the animal skin was turned into a red grass, the illusion that appeared in his mind seemed to have never experienced even the wind. It seems that before the wind, the Yishan tribes who mastered this animal skin from generation to generation are all like the wind, otherwise it is impossible not to stay! Some clues.

"If this matter is not concealed from the wind, it will be embarrassing... I have some grass with this animal skin." Su Ming couldn’t think of it, only these two answers.

But he was very cautious. He did not go to find flesh and blood to expand the scope of the grassland, but he was interested in the ancestor who sat down in the abyss of the mountain.

In the months of the month, the blood line in Su Ming’s body has also increased a lot. This is related to the crisis of the outside world, but more is the environment in the depths of the rain forest, and the increasingly strong suffocating gas makes Su Mingqi Blood running has also been affected.

The blood line in his body now has reached more than 370 in operation, and the eighth layer of the three-nine-nine-series coagulation is very close.

However, the effect of Shan Ling San is very weak at this moment. According to Su Ming's analysis, at most, he will add more than 20 blood lines, which will completely fail.

As for the medicine Ding, which has formed in the body of the wind, it has grown vigorously in these months, and it has faintly fulfilled the requirements of quenching. If it is not a bone bone and three herbs, it can be quenched.

The life in the depths of the rain forest is very calm. After coming to the south of the morning, Su Ming is mostly alone, and has become accustomed to this feeling of loneliness.

Silently practicing until it was in this lining hole, three months later, on this day, Su Ming’s knees had a blood line of 398 on his body. His eyes closed and his body was bloody. Blinking, almost the big tree is penetrated, if it is covered with red grass, it can be clearly seen outside.

The time was not long. In Su Ming’s body, the 369th blood line came out. After its appearance, Su Ming’s body immediately burst into a strong atmosphere. Under this breath, he opened it. Eyes, the eyes are calm.

Coagulation, the eighth layer.

"Four years..." Su Ming murmured, from his waking in the south of the morning, has been four years, the time of the year, from the seventh layer of the coagulation, reached the eighth floor, the speed is not fast, there are more than half of it At the time, he was healing.

"Shan Ling scattered lost his role a month ago when the blood line was 397. This month, I did not rely on Shan Ling San, slowly added two blood lines, which reached the eighth layer of coagulation... ...

The road to practice is really difficult. "Sui Ming looks with attachment and feels the blood in his body."

"The help of the stone is limited, and it can't be long-term. The mountain spirit is invalid. It may be a good thing for me. From then on, avoid relying too much!

And I still have two drops of blood, these two drops of blood, should allow my blood line to increase once! After that, you have to find a place where the blood ruler is burning!

I don't know how much my blood line can be increased in this fifth time. "For the hegemony of blood and fire, Su Ming knows very deeply. In the past few times, it was almost second only to double the increase, but the same The degree and danger of its difficulty is also extremely high.

For a moment of silence, Su Ming took a small bottle from the storage bag and looked at the vial. The indifference in Su Ming’s eyes melted, revealing softness and recollection.

This small bottle was given to him by his grandfather, and he contained two drops of blood from Jingnan.

Holding the vial, Su Ming closed his eyes. He couldn't help but think of the grandfather, remembered the tribe, remembered everything about Lei Chen, Xiao Hong and that year, and on the snow, pulling his own hand. Jiao Ying.

"Su Ming, in this snow, when we go on, will it go all the way to the whitehead..."

Su Ming’s body trembled, and the scar on his face seemed to be congested. The more clear it was, the longer it was slowly dimmed. He opened his eyes, his eyes were dead, there was no softness, but he returned to calm, just that calm. In the depths, it hides the injuries that no one sees.

"ended……"

Su Ming lowered his head, opened the vial in his hand, and sipped it on his mouth. A drop of blood was dripping and melted in his mouth. He once again retired to the protection of the Agong, afraid that he would impulsively drink all the blood, so each time, only one drop can be used.

"Agong, Su Ming is no longer so impulsive as a child..." Su Ming muttered, running the body's blood, to absorb the power of a drop of blood, to make his blood line, increase again.

Time passes by, one month, two months... very soon, and it is three noon.

Three months later, on the early morning of the morning, Su Ming put away the red grass under his feet, and put the bones of the two bones into the storage bag, and put the medicine tripod into the same, and walked out of the lining.

He didn't look back and walked toward the distance step by step. Every time the footsteps fell, the mud of the earth trembled. It seemed that the pressure from Su Ming’s body could make the Zerg in the mud far away. .

In a year and a half, Su Mingru was reborn. When he was forced to flee here, he had more than 200 blood lines, but now, in the mountains, he has reached 399. After the failure of Shanling San In these three months, he absorbed all the two drops of blood, now the blood line...

"Where the wind, where is the treasure you said, how far is it." Su Ming walked in the rain forest, every step, a few feet away, he wore a blue gown, and many strange insects on the ground Even some strange flowers and birds and beasts in the vicinity are under the pressure and are afraid to approach.

"Master, it takes about half a month to go from here. It is where I am in a cave, but it is very secret. It is hard for outsiders to find out." In Su Ming’s mind, echoing and wind with respectful voice, In addition to the respectfulness, this voice is also suspicious. It seems to be a surprise to Su Ming’s current cultivation.

Su Ming looked indifferent, never talked all the way, walked silently for a few days, and walked out from the depths of the rain forest. As he walked out, the suffocation became thinner, and at the end, it was completely dispersed.

He can see the healing caves that he lived in not far away.

Xuan Wheel is not here, Han Feizi is no longer there. This rainforest is very big. The way out is even in all directions. Few people can fully monitor it. The most important thing is that after the wind was assimilated by Su Ming’s brand, the wind was in the Xuan round. With the branding left by Han Feizi, Su Ming can also feel it. If these two people are close, he can find it in advance.

Before the wind and the wind, if you listened to the Han Feizi, after some calculations, the crisis will be used to clean the dust, and it will not let the Xuan Wheel catch up, thus falling into the present.

I was about to step out of this rainforest and go to the land of treasures that the wind said. Suddenly Su Ming stepped forward. He thought about it, and as soon as he got up, he got up and came to a big lining. He sat down on his knees and closed his eyes. The branding spread out and began to meditate.

For Su Ming’s move, and the wind can see it, he is quite puzzled, but he did not bother. For more than half a year, he has been very careful. In his feelings, Su Ming’s thoughts, he gradually became more and more uncertain. It is.

Sunrise and sunset, day by day, Su Ming always sat there with his knees, motionless, as if waiting for something, and the wind became more and more curious, and several times he wanted to ask, but thought of the gloomyness of Su Ming in the past six months. Hold back.

Until a month and a half later, in the rain forest, when a voice came from far away, Su Ming opened his eyes and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"Predecessors...predecessors..."