Pursuit of the Truth

As the old man's words came out, he gave a scream in the sky, which sounded like a human voice, but rather a wild beast roaring. Please use our Pinyin domain name to visit us to read the book at zero.

At the moment of his roaring, he saw a black whistling from all directions of the jungle. The speed of the black gas was faster than that of Bai Chang’s close quarter, almost in the blink of an eye, the whole world, the entire jungle. It has already been filled with this endless black air.

In the depths of this jungle, in the tribes of the old man, all the Wolverines at the moment all bowed to the ground. They held hands and looked piously, surrounded by a black statue with a size of more than ten feet.

The statue looks like a giant lizard. The lizard looks stunned, and the whole body exudes a ferocious and evil atmosphere. He is looking up at the sky. In its huge mouth, biting a child, the child seems to be No death, no struggle in crying.

The statue is vivid, and the look of the child is also very clear. The painful look, the desperate look, faintly can still hear the miserable mourning.

It can be seen that in the child's face, there is something that is not a spur of the witches. It is...

Below the statue, on the limbs of the lizard, there are three people, the old man, the woman, the youth, the three carved people, the expressions are all stern, their faces are clear Exposed, rough lines.

Around this astounding statue, hundreds of thousands of witch tribes are surrounded by circles, there are old people, children, and women. There are also witch warriors, whose voices are merged together, and they are passed out in the darkness of the world. It sounds like this sound seems to contain endless evil sin, falling in the ear, will accelerate the heartbeat, will be scared, will raise the chill.

at the same time. In this place where Su Ming and the vulgar old man fought, the old man’s body became the source of the black gas condensed, and the endless black air galloped, constantly surrounded by the old man’s body, wrapped it, and formed it. A huge, huge lizard! !

This lizard beast crouched on the ground. The tail is unconsciously twitching, his eyes are red and the tongue is lightly vomiting, and he is roaring in the sky. It looks like the beast carved by the statue worshipped by hundreds of thousands of witches in the tribe of the witches in the jungle at the moment! !

The lizard is a few hundred feet in size, and it continues to come with the black gas. It is still expanding, exhaling from it, full of sinister evil. As he roared and chewed his mouth, Su Ming had heard a lot of gasps and reappeared.

At this moment, Su Ming finally knows who the voice belongs to!

At the same time as the lizard roared, its head slammed a bit, and the white that was galloping and staring was often in distraction. At the moment of watching, Su Ming immediately noticed that the eyes of this lizard were actually double eyes!

It is looking at the moment when the white is often in the shadow of distraction, and its huge tail is a fierce glimpse. With a terrifying roar, I directly pulled out the void. In the place where the tail passes, there is an instant of annihilation of the crack, and it goes straight to the white.

White often did not stop at all. At this moment, he has dissipated most of the time. The existence is almost transparent. At the moment when the lizard's tail is waving, his right hand is lifted up and punched out.

This punch looks very ordinary, but at the moment of touching the lizard's tail, the lizard is a step backwards in the body, and its tail is more fragmented and flesh and blood.

But the same, the white often figure is more illusory, and seems to be able to dissipate at any time.

At this time, the huge lizard jumped sharply in the distance, and a lot of black air in the air came together, and it turned into nearly a hundred feet. Like a hill, it went straight to the white.

"The power of your distraction will dissipate. I see how you will fight against the coming of our sacred beast!!" The hoarse voice is heard from the lizard's mouth, and when it reverberates around, its figure and white are often approaching quickly.

Su Ming stood up, his right eye flickered, his right hand lifted up, his look was decisive, behind him, Wushan was fascinated, and the five peaks of Wushan came out with bursts of pressure. Su Ming’s right hand went straight to the huge lizard.

Almost the moment when this huge lizard came, white often in the illusory body, raised his head, his eyes suddenly showed a strong light, and there was an indescribable warfare in the light.

It is a hot fanaticism that burns the eyes of others. At the moment when this light appears, away from this place, on the barriers of the scorpio outside the endless range, sitting cross-legged, the white that is silently meditating is in its true body. At this moment, he also raised his head. His eyes also showed the same light. His body was instantly thinned!

At the same time, in the jungle battlefield of the Witchland, Bai Chang’s body of distraction, from the state of illusory and transparent, has once again become a real existence, and his eyes burst into fanaticism. At the same time, his right hand clenched his fist and went straight to the coming lizard.

A bang of sound screamed in all directions, and Bai often fell on the lizard with a fist. Under this fist, his body quickly dissipated, and it was almost transparent in the blink of an eye.

The lizard made a stern scorpion, and began to collapse from the place where Bai often touched his fist. The flesh and blood spread and fluttered toward his body. His huge body seemed to be unable to withstand the blow and went backwards.

White is often in the body that is about to dissipate, step by step, directly in front of the lizard, raised his right hand, this time, not the palm, not the fist, but a finger on the head of the lizard.

This finger lifted and fell, so that Su Ming, not far away, had an illusion that the sky suddenly lit up in this dark night.

"This finger is my own, its name, called white!" The calm voice came out, the white index finger of the right hand, at this moment, like the white that can dispel the night, became the world The brightest point, the moment that fell on the huge lizard.

The body of this lizard suddenly became white, bright and extremely bright, roaring and resounding, but seeing the screams of this lizard, while the earth-shattering, its body collapsed, the first collapse is not the head of white often in that direction. The ministry, but its tail, its tail is broken and broken into black gas, revealing the left leg of the old witch.

The second thing that collapsed was the body of the lizard, which continually shattered into black gas and dissipated, revealing the right leg and body of the old witch.

Then, the huge lizard body collapsed and spread to the forelimbs. After the shattering between the roaring and rewinding, its head, white often burst out at the point where the finger pointed, and a lot of black gas dissipated, revealing the witch. The head of the old man, the pale face, the bright red blood.

After this pointing, Bai often sighed, and seemed to have some regrets. His illusory body could not continue to exist. It disappeared between the heavens and the earth together with the black gas that collapsed around the lizards.

Almost at the moment when white is disappearing, Su Ming’s savage pattern turns into Wushan, and the bang slams into the squirting witch’s old man. At the same time, Su Ming’s body is like a lightning bolt. Going, his right eye flashed, and there was an illusory tribe outside the old witch.

That tribe is the Wushan Ministry!

Even in this part of the Wushan Department, in the world around the old man, there was a **** moon like burning!

Wushan blood month map!

After all the pictures are revealed, such as the self-contained space, the pressure formed in it makes the seriously wounded vulture old man spurt blood again, and his eyes are dim, but it is crazy.

Although he was seriously injured, he still had no oil to dry up. In the vast land of his witches, especially in the jungle where the totems of their tombs lived, his vitality was strong and he would not die easily.

Su Ming's gallop approached, as in the Tianshan Wushan map, one more, went straight to the old man, in the moment the old man approached, the two met.

The banging of the loud noise, the bombardment of Wushan Wufeng, the sorrow of all the buildings in the Wushan Department, and the **** moon of the sky exude red awns, which merged with the figure of Su Ming, making this Wushan Tududuo This pen has become an approximate perfection.

At the moment when the two were approaching, Su Ming’s right hand was lifted up and drawn to the old man!

The moment of this stroke, the whole Wushan figure moved, and the distortion became like ink. It was moved by Su Ming, and it was merged with that one, and it was directed to the old witch!

At the same time, the sorrow of a vicissitudes of life appeared in Su Ming’s pen. This feeling, even the strongest one he had painted before, did not appear, only with Sima. When the letter was in World War I, there was such a breath in the subconscious mind.

With the appearance of this breath, the sound that came from a meditation seemed to exist, and it seemed to exist. Within this sum of Su Ming, it reverberated.

"I was still at the beginning of my birth..." I lifted it up.

"After I was born... it was quite bad..."

"Heavenly will be chaotic away..." Su Ming looked up, and his eyes contained grief.

"I don't want to make my Wushan 殇...", scrolling through the Wushan map, rolling everything in Su Ming, from the chest of the old witches.

One by one, Su Ming knows that his paintings, the first style, have been completely created. It contains the years that he has passed, contains his emotions, and contains his world...

If Sima Xin is here, after he sees Su Ming, he will be extremely stunned. If he hears the sound that is there, the degree of sorrow will be awkward.

Because, these four sentences, except that the first sentence can be seen after the first manifestation of the gods, the rest of the sentences, completely different from the wild songs.

Because, the creation of this sacred god, from a first generation of the gods, at the peak of its creation, the barbarian war songs, also called ... quite God song!

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Today, the ears are thick and cheeky, sitting cross-legged, holding a small bowl, singing a battle song, asking for a ticket! To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote, the monthly pass, your support, is my greatest motivation.