Pursuit of the Truth

The land of the Wu people, the sky is vast, and it is not very far from the barriers of the Scorpio. It belongs to the edge of the Witch's land. It is full of blood and the wind blows from the heavens and the earth. It is also difficult to blow away the taste of this blood.

A golden Dapeng, who is a thousand feet in size, floats in the sky. Around it, hundreds of fierce beasts crouch and do not dare to move, waiting for Jinpeng’s instructions.

Jinpeng closed his eyes, and on his back, there was also an old man with closed eyes, sitting cross-legged, and a purple coat in the wind, such as dyed dry blood.

The evil spirits are here, have been waiting for a day and a half, he will wait another day and a half, waiting for his four disciples, Su Ming's return.

This is a trial and a test of Su Ming.

"The first heart change, whether you have spent it or not, you are still my disciple. As long as you are alive, one day, you will come to the heart to change your heart.

But... the battle of the Scorpio sorcerer, often the survivors go, the souls of the dead..." The evil spirits muttered and opened their eyes.

"I don't worry about your heart. I don't know what you have experienced, but this is the first time I have a heartbeat. I have confidence in you... especially after seeing him a rumor, in your heart, With relief.

What I am worried about is that... Although your character is not hot, but it does not belong to Nanchen, the understanding of the hatred of the witches is not enough, there will be some... softhearted. "The evil spirits of the evil spirits are not ferocious, but calm.

Looking into the distance, watching silently.

If you follow the eyes of the evil spirits, under the endless extension, there is a small hill in the endless forest of the earth.

Su Ming stood on the hill. He didn't look back and looked at the boy who was not far from the mountain behind him. This boy was a child of two or three layers in his tribe. Although he was also a witch, Su Ming could not squat.

In the silence, Su Ming’s chest was accompanied by severe pain, and the blood was still infiltrating, and the nail knife penetrated. Su Ming has brought a certain injury.

If it wasn’t for him to avoid it, the knife would pierce his heart.

Take the nail knife out. Su Ming was leaving the hill. His left hand lifted up, pale to the face. It seems that at this moment, I woke up from the panic. The teenager who turned and ran quickly, went away.

A screaming wind screamed, and immediately caught up with the running teenager, falling in his body, suddenly split into two strands, one slanting toward the side of the tree, one opened a big mouth, in this boy Not only did he notice the violent rushing out of a green viper. The head of the snake was blasted directly and fell to the ground.

Another finger of the wind fell on the boy. The young man trembled and fell to the ground, closing his eyes and fainting.

This kind of manipulation that causes the wind to split, can only be achieved by dusting, and Su Ming’s micro-invasion has reached an extremely subtle level.

"I can't kill you, but I can't let you go back and expose my whereabouts." Su Ming swayed, left the hill and went straight to the original road.

This road has been chased and killed. It took more than a day. At the end of this moment, Su Ming did not rest in the same place, but used the fastest speed to go back within three days according to the three days said by the teacher.

In this strange land, Su Ming is extremely cautious in the scope of the crisis witches here. He knows that the boy should be killed, but he... or chose to let him stun.

With Su Ming's long distance and half-column fragrance, the boy suddenly trembled as if there was a strange power coming out of nowhere, letting him wake up in advance!

The young man opened his eyes fiercely. He first touched his body and found that he had no injuries. He saw the poisonous snake that had lost his head and he had a short meal.

But this short period of time, quickly dissipated, the boy looked at the hill, his immature face, no more sluggish, but was replaced by a ferocity and hatred.

He quickly climbed up, started all the speed, and ran to the place where his tribe was, and ran all the way. He didn't stop at all, but he was running. He bit his tongue and spewed a blood, and his eyes closed quickly. When he opened it, the blood that was sprayed by him immediately turned into a **** bird.

The bird flapped its wings and went straight to the distance at an alarming speed.

After half an hour, not far from here, the trees in the jungle were cut down and built into a stockade. The mud on the ground was filled, and the hou was solid. Even in the distance, there were large areas of land that were planted. It seems to be able to eat.

Inside the stockade, there were bursts of laughter and laughter. Some of the great men of the witches were seen around, and they were full of spurs and patrols, but when they saw the red birds that suddenly flew in the jungle, they were one by one. Immediately the look has changed.

The red bird went straight to the stockade and rushed into it, and plunged into a house in the stockade.

There was an old man sitting cross-legged in the house. The old man was half-length, with a beast wrapped around his waist. There was a small tripod in front of him. There were some weeds burning in it, emitting shredded tobacco, and those shredded tobacco. Under the eyes of the old man, he was inhaled into his seven scorpions, and then emanated from the pores of his body, forming a distorted feeling of guilt.

Behind him, there are two girls of the Witch, the appearance is very beautiful, holding a side, holding a fan composed of large leaves, gently fanning.

The wind that was fanning out was very slight, unable to blow the fluttering of the tobacco, and the whole room was silent.

But when the red bird rushed into the moment, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, and in his eyes, there were four pupils!

At the moment when the old man opened, the red bird flew immediately and fell in front of him. The slamming sound turned into a **** fog, and the old man inhaled it within seven miles. His eyes immediately flashed. There was a picture appearing in front of his eyes, let him see everything clearly.

"Barbarian..." The old man’s face showed a cruel and bloodthirsty smile. It was deep in the tongue and licked his mouth. His tongue came out. If a barbarian saw it, he must be shocked. The length of the old man’s tongue. Obviously more than the ordinary person, like a snake, can seem to get your hair.

In the bloodthirsty and greasy smile, the old man stood up and walked out of the house where he was, extended his arms and gave a low voice to his tribe.

In its snoring, the entire tribe immediately quieted down, and all of them stared at the old man.

"You, smell it!!"

The old man's words are hoarse, but there is a gloomy.

"That is the taste of a barbarian, the taste, the sweetness of the blood of the barbarian... There are barbarians in the jungle where our lizards live, he stepped on our land, he killed the witches of the witches!

He disturbed the lizard in the jungle!

Kill him, take off his head, hang it outside our tribe, dig out his heart, squeeze out the blood of his heart, that is the blood drink of the strong!

Kill him and put his teeth on our necks as our spoils! "With the words of the old man, after a brief silence, the whole tribe screamed wildly.

The snoring came from every sorcerer in this tribe, and even from the children, the women, the faces of the old men, they could see a fierceness.

The old man stepped forward and turned into a Changhong rushing out of the tribe. After that, nearly 20 figures followed and galloped to the jungle outside the stockade, and quickly went.

After leaving the stockade, they split into two ways. The old man led a few people and went straight to the sky. The rest, in the jungle, searched for the clues of the search techniques taught by their ancestors.

Su Ming shuttled through the jungle. He was very fast. He did not stop at all. His chest was no longer infiltrated with blood, but the pain inside it was more and more serious.

Su Ming had thought about flying, but this idea was dispelled by him when he first appeared. If he was flying for a day and a half, it would inevitably meet the people of the Wu people. In this strange land of the witches, this practice, For him at this moment, it is unwise.

Compared with the sky, this jungle is more suitable for Su Ming’s walking.

During the gallop, time passed slowly. When the night of the next day came, Su Ming sat on a big tree and snorted.

"According to the distance, when you are at night, you can go back to the master..." Su Ming touched the mouth, and his right eye was bloody. He has not suffered such a long time, this time the witches’ trip. Su Ming saw the strangeness of the witches.

For him, it can be said that it will play a great role in the battle of the Scorpio Sorcerer in the next few months, because such a single person’s experience in hunting witches in the Witch’s land is not for everyone. have.

Breathing the air that belongs to this witch in this jungle, Su Ming has just come to this land of the sense of oppression, it seems to have dissipated a lot.

"I didn't expect... the master has the sacred beast of the Witch! Although I don't know what the sacred beast is, but this beast only has a glimpse of power, it can let the psychic media collapse, so that this is a serious injury to Sichen. Let all the other witches around them die.

This kind of power..." Su Ming took a deep breath, he thought of what he had seen, and the other is such a holy beast!

The clouds in the memory roll, and the scrolls are like black mist, which is filled with thousands of miles, and there is a huge autumn fish.

There is also a figure of a girl standing on the autumn fish.

"Bai Shishu... can you fight this kind of holy beast?!!" Su Ming’s heart was shocked. As he became more and more aware, at the moment he had a new guess about Bai Shishu’s cultivation.

Just as Su Ming was immersed in the thoughts of Shi Zun and Bai Shishu, immersed in the powerful shock of the Witches and Sacred Beasts, his eyes suddenly became dignified, and the right eye flashed fiercely. Straight bowstrings, one step away from the big tree.

In Su Ming’s knowledge, he clearly saw that within his three hundred feet, there were more than a dozen witch figures, with awkward cruelty, with a thrilling bloodthirsty, surrounded by him. The trend is coming.

In the moment of seeing these witches, the first picture that emerged in Su Ming’s mind was the boy who was stunned by his finger! (To be continued)