Pursuit of the Truth

Su Ming is outside the tears of the government, the sky, the old man, the genius of the same kind of plastic, the more dignified his look, in the end, even revealed a trace of shock.

"Snow pattern... Sima Xin's rough lines in the past, is the snow pattern, this cold snow pattern has shaken the cold, it is very suitable for practicing the wood method of the Tianzongzong!

Unexpectedly, I once again saw a snow pattern like Sima Xin! [Baidu seeks the magic bar to update quickly, the ear root book fan official yy: 3943] "The old man took a deep breath, the light in the eyes is getting brighter and brighter.

"A good coagulation is full of dust, you can realize that you feel two completely different patterns. You gave up the fire moon, and now this snow and snow pattern... should be in line with your state of mind.

However, from Sima Xin, the person can be faint, the pattern of the cold snow is the ice ridge to the extreme, breaking the desire, is innocent know..., then, will choose... "Older whistle, dignified look With the earth, his gaze seemed to penetrate everything, and he saw in the deep mountain tears, sitting cross-legged, covered with cold mold... a sad person.

"If he gives up the knowledge again... unless he can feel the third type of striated pattern, otherwise the card will only choose a pattern that does not conform to oneself. If it is not selected, it will be fixed as a permanent solidification. When you can't climb... "The old man's face shows a trace of worry. He has a deep understanding of the rough lines. In the history of the barbarian, there have been some dust-free dusters, but these people, without exception, All of them were repaired and could not be picked up any more, and they stopped in a lifetime.

If you don’t have a rough pattern, it’s not really a barbarian!

"He shouldn't give up anymore..." When the old man was talking to himself, he suddenly changed his mind.

In the deep mountains of the earth, in the world of tears, Su Ming, who is sitting cross-legged, is only echoing in the world.

"Put it in the mirror, when you turn around, don't take it away..." Su Ming whistle, he molded the ice mirror on his face, looked at the ice in it, and looked at the white man after the ice.

"I can put this matter in the mirror, don't take it away..." Su Ming showed a bodhisattva on his face and sighed again.

"I lost my appointment once..."

"Can't even connect this memory with the germination of adolescents, and they all abandon it... If you do that, even if I can get the cold snow, I, or me..." Su Ming closed his eyes.

"A good dusty pattern, I did not think that the moiré of the dusty pattern is actually such a illusion, the moon in the water, the mirror in the mirror...

These are illusory, they are not true! All this is just a mirror of water, after all, not my choice! "Su Ming double eyes open.

"Mirror flower water month... I don't want it!" In the moment when Su Ming said this testimony, the ice in front of him immediately appeared a lot of cracks. Under the sound of the leaves, it crashed into countless pieces, together with it. The ice flower inside, together with the figure of Bai Yong, seems to have been split up, and it exists in every piece of debris, and it collapses in the face of Su Ming.

"Stupid!" The old man in the sky, after seeing this scene, slammed open, but he did not like it. Su Ming first wanted to stop when he gave up the rough lines, but looked at Su Ming to do so. .

"But it is enough power! The heart is in line with my brother's request. If you can really think of the third barb, then even if you don't want my brother, I can't pass my test, I will Send you into the cold! "The old man slammed the earth in silence, waiting for him even he did not know, whether it will appear the third barbarian!

Time rushed in, and it was soon the night, but the dark night of the day, the whole scene was covered with blue light and blood, and the temple was different.

On her big, in the tears of the house, Su Ming’s body was cold and sorrowful, and the tears on the rock wall did not have any ice and cold. The whole umbrella and the mountain were restored as usual.

"Can't you do it..." The old man in the sky, after waiting for a long time, sighed.

But he didn't leave, but he was still in midair, waiting to wait, oh, overnight, when the sky was bright, Su Ming, who was in her deep mountain tears, was still sitting cross-legged, motionless, and then I didn’t want to see the traces of the rough lines, like a simple sleep.

"He gave up the fire moon, indicating that the tribes he grew up were not fired. Because they were different, they didn't choose, so they didn't choose. This matter can be done, so it's heavy."

"He gave up the cold, he didn't want to be innocent, he didn't want to chill, it means he is heavy..."

"The more people like this, the less suitable for practicing my practice and inheritance. He can't do evil... can't do it... The sorrowfulness, the test, actually does not need to be chanted. "Three days later, the old man sighed One, the deep one glanced at her, and did not continue to wait. He knew in his heart that although there were only a lot of time to clean the dust, once he woke up from Mo, it meant the end.

At this moment, he sensed Su Ming in the tears, and opened his eyes.

"If you choose the cold, I will open it at that time..." The old man said to himself, with regrets, with a loan, and walking towards the distance, his back is only a candle, along with it. Going, the blue light and the blood of the place are gradually illusory, and eventually they are lost together with the stone statue that has always been closed.

"Failed... In the tears of the palace, Su Ming opened his eyes, [Baidu seeks the magic to update quickly, the ear of the book fans official yy: 3943] looking at the front of the rock, softly whispered, surrounded by black, very quiet, in, Cong satin In the silence, Su Ming looked up.

His look is calm, no ambiguity, no volatility, but silently in this darkness, like asking himself to ask himself, giving up two powerful tattoos, is it worth it.

"Firemoon, unlike my tribe, let me change the tribe. It is no longer a tribe of the Wushan Ministry, but a fireman... I don't want it."

"Cold snow, let me put all the emotions into the mirror, turn around and take it away, I can't do this. Even so, there is no regret."

"Su Ming can feel that in his own body, he has given up the singularity that he did not want to get. He has lost his vitality and is declining.

"What is the grain... Su Ming did not care about his own cultivation as a decline, but looked up at the dark rock wall above, the whistle.

"The pattern is a manifestation of its own heart. It is a kind of special, only its own knowledge... This is the testimony that the Agong once said to him and was remembered by Su Ming.

"Why do you want to think about it?" Su Ming smiled.

His smile is very light, but in that faint smile, it is only a moment that there is no awareness of the outsiders.

"Because people in this world often don't know, they are the only ones who don't know their own hearts. They need to think about it and feel their own heart...

The so-called rough lines, in fact, is a kind of self-question! "Su Ming's eyes are calm, can not afford to undulate, but gradually become a deep canopy.

"I asked myself, so I found out that the fire and the cold spider...but this is just a mirror of the water, that is, the investigation is my own, not necessarily, really is what I want." Su Ming raised his right hand, Put it on your own face.

He molded his own right hand, and the temple was only flashing.

"Resistance, it is because of this time, I don’t want to know myself. I really know what I want in the end. What is the pattern?" Su Ming smiled and put the tip of the right hand on the mouth. On the side, the bite broke out and the blood was secreted. The blood was very sticky, and it contained the power of dust in the body break of Su Ming at the moment.

Under the condensed power of this dust, this blood belongs to the blood!

"Breaking the rough lines with the blood..." Su Ming's handcuffs didn't bother to disturb him. He clicked on his own eyebrows and drew the first stroke of his life in the middle of his life!

It was a shocking trace of blood, from his eyebrows, over the tip of his nose, over his lips, directly connected to the jaw.

If the tattoos are smeared, it will trigger the reaction of the dust in the body, and there will be a scene of large red and foggy skin like the first one, but now, it does not appear.

"My pattern is the will of my will*..., Su Ming's eyes are brighter and brighter. In the depths of his pupils, there seem to be some pictures, and those pictures are deeply imprinted in his belly, never forgetting.

His right hand eater, once again painted a stroke on his face, crossed the left eye. However, under this painting, the power of dust in the body is still calm and not motivated.

"It was not obtained from Mo Xiang, but after giving up the Mo, it was confirmed that..." Su Ming whistle, closed his eyes, and the restaurant made a third stroke. On his face, it was only three at the moment. The **** epidemic, but it is difficult to see, what he is painting, perhaps, only the picture of his closed pupil in the moment, can clearly reveal the bruises that Su Ming wants to draw.

"It is not a month of fire!" Su Ming drew the fourth, fifth knowledge,

"It's not the cold snow!" On his face, those blood-stained people got upset, even though they were quite a lot, but they always lacked the winter to connect them, so that people couldn't figure out what it was. .

"It knows..." Su Ming didn't know how many pens he had drawn. At this moment, his right hand ate a meal, and his eyes opened, and his restaurant passed by in the **** epidemic. In general, the blood plagues are connected together in a complete way, forming a mountain of five peaks!

Wufeng, Wushan!

In the scratching of the Wushan pattern, the dusting power in Su Ming’s body, the fundraising was spurred, and the whole body was filled with a lot of red mist. These mists rushed into the five-peak pattern. Inside, make this Wushan, look like each other!

If the evil spirits have not gone, after seeing this pattern, it will only sigh, this is the mountain pattern, which belongs to the barbaric pattern, the most common one... but in the same way, after he sighs, he will certainly take a breath. The sigh is shocking, and it is shocking, even enough to surpass the first of the first, he has felt the fire moon and cold snow of Su Ming, which makes him almost unbelievable!

The lines of the rough lines are very simple, and it is possible to draw two kinds of things that are complicated to detect.

Su Ming’s eternal shirt was open, and his right-hand eater did not stop after painting Wushan. Instead, he was in his chest, revealing a soft and reminiscing between his eyes, and gradually drawn a stroke. ... a tribe! Zy