Pursuit of the Truth

"It has been delayed for two thousand years, Lonely, and your disciple has come, we can start." In the moment when the ancient emperor was imposing, and the whole ancient funeral country worshipped, the voice of Shura seemed to penetrate the world. When the power of all these chaos is swayed, his figure stands on the third tower, as if he were with the emperor.

"There is no end to the road, no need to shoot, if the three of us shot, the ancient funeral does not have to exist... I don't need to talk about it. One word of the road is very convinced by each of us, how can we talk about it? There is no use for it.

As in the past two thousand years, we have been saying this many times. "Lonely eyes are calm, look at this ancient burial country, and now stand at the other peaks of the other two.

"What the Shura wants to prove is your own way. It is the true road. The Emperor is not active here. Because the inheritance is the cloak of the ancient burial emperor, and the ancient burial the emperor, this does not require me to wait. On its infinity and true and false.

As for the old man, I really want to know that the road to be repaired in this life, the realm of the moment is the mirror flower, or the sky. With the resounding of the old man's words, Su Ming was next to him, his face calmed and he looked at the scene here. He knew that this was a rare ceremony.

Such a gift is equal to creation for himself.

Shura was silent for a moment, and there was a sneer in the corner of his mouth. The sound could not be sent to the slightest emotion.

"How to prove it."

"You could have chosen, but deliberately neglected it, but chose to defeat the old man and the emperor to prove that his own path is boundless. Shura, why do you know why?" The old man was silent for a moment, when he opened his mouth, his face was revealed. A touch of decisiveness.

When his words came out, the emperor emperor suddenly looked up and stared at the old man for a moment, and the emperor suddenly laughed in middle age.

"Do you mean ancient burial days..."

"The ancient funeral day..." Shura’s eyes showed a faint sorrow, and after a moment of silence, he had a large sleeve.

"It is also good to bury the thirty-three days. The ancient burial emperor of that year has been through thirty-two days, and the road has been completed. The last day is said to be beyond the limit of the endless force. The power of nowhere can't be stepped...····················································································

He did deliberately neglect the existence of this ancient funeral day. He wanted to defeat the emperor and the lonely man and become the first person in the ancient funeral to prove his own way. Today, he still chose that. Article... If it is not the endless, you must not embark on the road.

This is not his earliest choice, because he cares about success or failure but now... This is the only way.

The old man raised his right hand and grabbed it toward the sky. Under this grasp, the sky roared immediately, and the clouds rolled into the sea of ​​anger. This sea of ​​rage rolled, covering the sky of all areas of the ancient funeral state.

"The old man here, he will repair it by himself, and open the sky!" The sky immediately roared when the old man reverberated. In the rolling clouds, the sky seemed to be broken and cracked into the cracks, as if to connect an ancient world.

At the same time, the voice of Shura also echoed.

"The old man will be buried." Shura’s right hand pressed to the earth. Under this press, the whole land of the ancient funeral country roared, and the fog began to rise. The fog grew from all directions, and it contained richness. The breath of death, that is the resentment of the people who have died in countless years.

At this moment, these resentment moments went straight to the capital and went straight to Shura's right hand.

On the high tower in the middle, the emperor sighed and raised his hands to the sky as if he was propping up, muttering.

"The source of the ancient funeral, this is outside the thirty-three days... to the ancient funeral of the national burial, to bury the emperor, to open the ancient burial!" When his words came out, his hands jerked toward the sky. This tears roared in the sky, and the roaring loud noises swirled round and earth-shattering.

A majestic whirlpool, a moment of tearing in the sky, began to roll up from the middle. As the vortex appeared, the layers of clouds that had been picked up by the old man in the sky immediately became white and were involved. Inside this vortex.

At the same time, the death sorrow of the earth also went straight to the sky at this moment. After it was blended into the vortex, it turned black. At this moment, the whole world seemed to have only two colors of black and white.

There is no sky, no earth, only the top of the three of them and Su Ming can see, the majestic indescribable huge vortex, this vortex is half black, half white, and turns into a huge array when rotated. But that's not the battle, it's the burial day!

The sound of the rumble, as the eight sides continued to whirl, Shura uttered a scream in the sky, and walked straight to the black and white vortex above it.

"Old man, the first one to go to the ancient funeral day, to prove my way is boundless!" The words are still maneuvering, and his body is like a long rainbow, instantly approaching the day of black and white whirlpool.

At this moment, whether it is the emperor or the head or Su Ming, they are staring at the black and white whirlpool and staring at the figure.

"The first layer!" When Shura’s voice came out, his body directly penetrated the vortex and rushed onto the vortex. When the rumbling rumbling whirls, Su Ming immediately saw the black and white whirlpool. Behind it, it is like the name of thirty-three days. There are thirty-three layers of sky, or that there are thirty-three vortexes.

"The ninth floor!" Shura's figure is like a broken bamboo. As the roaring continues to whirl, his figure continues to penetrate, making the roar endless.

"Twentyth floor!" His voice came from a distant place. His figure was seen in Su Ming. It has become blurred, but he can see that the speed of Shura has not decreased, but it has become faster and faster. The figure is with attachment, with a longing for the endless desire and conviction, to prove the madness.

"The twenty-third layer!" When Shura’s voice came again, the roar was accompanied by the loud noise caused by his contact with the vortex. Every reverberation of the sound made the whole world tremble. This ancient burial day, It can be said that the entire ancient funeral country, can qualify to enter, only three of them!

Others, even the qualifications they saw did not seem to be. After all, the ancient funeral country at the moment was chaotic. If Su Ming was here, the old man was obviously unable to see the ancient funeral day.

When the sound of the roaring resounding became stronger, the voice of Shura came out again and spread the world.

"The twenty-sixth floor!"

In the eyes of Su Ming, it is very difficult for him to see the figure of Shura. All he can see is vague, but he did not give up. At this moment, he took a deep breath and practiced the whole body, condensing his eyes, and even being the third eyebrow. In the eyes of the day, his eight major sects are all unfolding, but even if this is the case, you can only see some illusory shadows.

But with the attention to the majestic whirlpool, Su Ming's eyes slowly revealed the strange singularity. He breathed a little quickly at this moment, and his eyes gradually contracted.

"This vortex..." Why do I have a familiar feeling?··············································································· In a hurry, he has already had an answer in his heart, but hesitated.

"Twenty-nine-story, Lonely, Ancient Emperor, you see it, see if the old man can step on... thirty-story!" At this moment, the voice from Shura suddenly came out of the whirlpool, and At the same time, no matter the old man or the ancient emperor, they immediately looked at it as never before.

Su Ming can't see too much, he can only see the shadow, but such a virtual shadow is enough for him to see if Shura is successful.

The sound of the bang at this moment, the crazy roundabout, the loud noises and the sky again and again, scrolling the whirlpool, tampering with nothingness, as the number of rounds of roaring sounds to a few strong degrees, the old man sighed there One sound.

The ancient emperor emperor also slowly recovered his gaze, but in his eyes, it showed a firm meaning.

"Impossible, my way has entered the peak, my cultivation has reached the limit, my road has come to an end, why..." can't step on thirty days!!" Suddenly, it was the voice of Shura. The voice was unwilling and mad. With the sound coming out, the roaring bang was strong again. It was when he tried repeatedly and tried to enter the thirtieth. The roar of the sky.

This roaring lasted for seven days and seven nights. It was Shura’s madness in these seven days and seven nights. His screaming voice and sometimes unwilling sneer, in these seven days and seven nights, fell into Su Ming’s ears.

Until the eighth day, the sound no longer came out. The figure of Shura slowly descended from the black and white whirlpool, and when he slowly fell, his whole person had changed greatly, and the old feeling was permeated. He looked pale when he was pale and bitter from the whirlpool.

"I have never stepped into the aisle, there is no end, no way, no end." What is the endless!"

"There is a world of life, knowing no end, a lot of reincarnation..." The old man was silent, and he whispered after a long while.

Just as the old man opened his mouth, while the Shura came down, the ancient emperor’s emperor had already lifted it up.

"Since the ancient funeral day has been opened, then hey... I will try it." His voice was calm. At the moment of his outgoing, his right hand raised his big sleeves and his body flew up. His flight, like the whole. The ascension of the ancient burial country's air transport, all around him, became a shackle, went straight to the black and white whirlpool.

The cold is really back. This morning, the tonsils are swollen and the breathing is difficult. I am in the hospital in the morning, and it is very difficult in the afternoon. I can't update this place. I will go any further today. Anyway, I will have two more!

The next chapter will be late, give me time.