Pursuit of the Truth

The fog is thin, and the memory of the picture is like a long river. When it turns, the familiar memory of Su Ming is flashing in front of him.

The memory at this time will be the most precious, because the picture of this memory is between life and death, and it is between the choice and the being.

Su Ming’s consciousness is awkward, but he still looks ahead. He wants to know what part of his memory has been lost...

Hollowing is also looking at Su Ming's memory. While engulfing Su Ming's consciousness, he will refine Su Ming's body into one of his avatars.

In the memory of the picture, Su Ming saw a repetitive scene, from the time he stepped into it until the years reflected, back four years ago, when the thunderstorms of the rainy night, a huge crack appeared. The cracks made the world change, let the thunder stay, let the rain stand still.

"It is here!" Su Ming consciousness has trembled, and the ability of the wind can only maintain him to see here, he can not withstand the power of the horror of the stone in Su Ming, and has to give up.

But now I have changed the hollow, and the wind is stronger than the wind and the wind is powerful, and Su Ming expects to see the difference!

"Hey! What's in your spirit!! What is this!!" Suddenly, the hollowed out voice came out, and the voice was full of surprises, even with a hint of panic and incredible.

"this is impossible……"

At the moment when the sound of the hollowed out appeared, the mist of the memory in front of Su Ming, the picture of memory changed fiercely. This time, it was from the crack of the rainy night and the sky, toward the front of the years.

The picture changed, appearing in front of Su Ming's eyes, is an endless darkness, but the strange thing is that although it looks dark, Su Ming can still feel that in this darkness, a body floats.

This body floated there, motionless, closed eyes, on this person's body, Su Ming felt familiar, he knows, this person is himself.

"I finally... I saw it here... But I was always in a coma at this time, so I didn't remember... This is not a memory loss!" Su Ming murmured.

The picture is like static, and there has been no change for a long time. The appearance of this situation has given Su Ming a bad feeling. He has become very nervous and seems to understand some.

"The memory has stayed here for so long... In the end, how many years have passed..."

"Damn, what is this thing, you let me come to give, how do I win!" The hollowed out voice with shock, returned to Su in the consciousness of Su Ming, the hollow at the moment, its huge **** It is shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if there is a black hole in his body, and the positive absorption of everything belongs to him.

These Su Ming didn't care. He looked at the picture under the mist and looked at the darkness that was almost still. He couldn't think of how many years there were.

I don't know how long it has passed. When the screaming anger grows weaker and weaker, suddenly, the darkness that Su Ming sees appears for the first time in a long time!

This time, the change originated from a hoarse, calm word!

"Why." At the moment of hearing this sound, Su Ming’s consciousness was almost violently shivering. The confusion in his eyes was immediately replaced by shock. He was familiar with this voice, and this voice belongs to himself!

"When did I say this sentence..." Su Ming muttered, he saw a scene of this life, which is hard to forget!

In that picture, he saw himself!

He saw himself standing in the darkness, arms, legs, and heads, each with a huge chain running through the body, and the living being hanged in nothingness. As for the five chains, it was spread endless, I don’t know. Where to go.

He saw that he closed his eyes, and despite being hung, despite the blood in his body, he did not reveal the look of silk that could not bear this pain.

"...is it me..." Su Ming’s consciousness was shaking like never before. He noticed that this was locked up by himself, and there was no such idiot left in Wushan on his face...

He saw that he was hung in nothingness. In front of himself, there was a huge head. This skull had hundreds of feet of its own size, a red hair, a majestic look, and a sly look.

There are snake bones in the ears of this skull, and there is a lightning mark on the forehead. Even on the face of this skull, you can see a lot of textures, which are natural and exudes a wild smell.

This head squinted, although the eyes were bleak, although it was already dead, Su Ming saw the illusion of a catastrophe in the moment of seeing this skull. It was an indescribable pressure and despised all beings.

Anyone, in front of this head, must bow his head and tremble.

But he, after all, is dead, a red-red sword of horror, penetrated from this skull, directly through the entire skull, revealing more than half of the blade from below.

At the same time, on this skull, Su Ming also saw more than nine red nails, nailed to it.

Su Mingzhen looked at the head and looked at himself in front of his head. The man looked down at his own gaze and saw a figure meditating on the hilt of the skull.

This figure was wearing a large clothes and couldn't see his face. But when Su Ming saw this person, his consciousness was filled with coldness and became nervous and scared.

"This is your destiny, you can't refuse." The voice of indifference seems to come from far away, echoing in this emptiness, as the law comes, for a long time, any soul that does not obey this law will be punished. .

"Emperor...the emperor"" trembled and weak voice with awe and fear, echoed in Su Ming's consciousness, he separated most of the power of the gods to come and become stronger and stronger with Su Ming Withdrawal and evasion, the rest of the power of the gods is to see what Su Ming has seen.

When he saw the huge head, he already had fear, saw the figure on the hilt of the skull, and after hearing his voice, this fear became his nightmare-like nightmare, which made him fear and fear to the extreme. .

"I refused." Su Ming saw the self-locked self, and opened his eyes at the moment. The eyes were dead, calm and terrible. When he opened his eyes, Su Ming saw that it was locked. On his own eyes, under his eyes, there is a blood line, this blood line seems to appear out of thin air, and it will soon be fully revealed. He (Baidu seeks the devil, official yy: 3943) is exactly his face in Wushan The one left... the scar that he did not want to let it dissipate.

"You make me... very disappointed... but my will, you can't refuse it." Through the hilt of the huge head, the figure of the knees raised his head, still can't see his appearance, but he can see him. Within the eyes, the ruthless indifference.

When Su Ming saw this gaze, he became a roar in his consciousness, and a sharp tear of tears appeared, causing everything he saw in front of him to collapse and become a myriad of fragments.

"Emperor, you lied to me!! You lied to me... I..." At the same time, a screaming scream, this voice is a hollow, its voice is rapidly weak in this scream, to the end It almost disappeared.

Everything has disappeared, and Su Ming’s mind is constantly roaring, as if there are hundreds of thousands of thunders in the constant bang, so that everything he sees is dissipated, the fog in front is so fast, everything seems to never happen. However, only that gaze can seem to penetrate the fog of memory and fall on Su Ming's body.

"You make me very disappointed……"

Su Ming Meng's shock, opened his eyes, his body was soaked in sweat, in the moment of opening his eyes, his mouth overflowed with blood, but also could not hold back, directly spouted a big mouth.

Even his mask was sprayed off by the blood, revealing the pale, confused face under the mask.

On his face, under the eyes, the scar left in Wushan, red.

The rapid breathing sound came from Su Ming. He gasped and his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. His hands were on the ground and he was shaking.

"This is the memory I lost, a small part of it..." For a long time, Su Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the dark cave around him, muttering.

"I really erased some memories... I erased my memory, is it the emperor in this hollow!"

"Who is he, where is he from, he is mine... who..."

"In my lost memory, what I refused is..."

"There is also the head under his body. This head is clearly a barbarian. Who is he..." Su Ming shivered. He thought of what Nantian said. The second generation of the gods lost their heads.

"It’s just a skull, it makes me feel like a heavenly... It’s not this head, it’s a second generation!”

"Emperor, Emperor Tian" screamed before the death, saying that the Emperor deceived "This Emperor, who is it..." Su Ming murmured, the confusion of the look is like a tide, drowning it.

"I... who is it... fate, Su Ming." Su Ming looked up, not roaring and whispering, but still muttering only the sound he could hear.

"I, who is it..." Su Ming lost his sorrow, he was lost.

Like an injured beast, there is always a lonely existence. Like a person who has lost his memory, he always does not believe what he sees in front of him. Like a growing lining, he forgets his own annual ring...

Like the palm of the water, can not withstand a sway, it will be lost.

Su Ming, half-squatting there, seems to have lost himself. He thought he would get an answer, but in this answer, there is still a deeper confusion.

"This is fate... like a hairy group, can't find the head, can't find it"" Su Ming closed his eyes, he couldn't understand, he didn't want to go out, prefer to sit alone in this darkness, silently Looking for it.

At this moment, he neglected the death of the body because of the hollowing out. The broken **** was absorbed by the stones in the spirit body, and the rest became a little bit of crystal light, lingering in it. (Baidu seeks magic, official yy: 3943 His knowledge of the sea spirit is slowly absorbed.

He also neglected the returning ancestral bones of the wild soul that was brought in by the hollow, and the death of the hollow was slowly melting in the body of Su Ming. As it melted, Su The blood in the body of the inscription is flowing at an amazing speed, in the absorption...

If you said before the hollowing out, if you don't die, it is a creation!

Not very good to write, the speed is also slow, each outbreak is exchanged for doubled time and fatigue. In early May, I need a monthly pass.