Pursuit of the Truth

After waiting for a long time outside the leather account, he was told that he could step in. This was done with a respectful color and walked into the leather account. After half an hour, he took a ecstasy and left with respect. Here.

There were two people sitting in the purple leather account. Both of them were old men and their hair was white, but their eyes were stunned. In front of them, there was a very small bottle, which was empty.

One of the old men in a white robe, his fingers were holding a stone, and after watching it for a while, there was a flash of light in his eyes, which was even more strange and hesitant.

He meditated for a moment, smelled the stone in his nose, closed his eyes slightly, and opened it for a long time.

"As he said, it does have such an incredible effect! The old man has never seen this kind of drug in the Fengzhen tribe for so many years, and it looks like it is not like ancient medicine, but there is no trace of the years, but Just refining is not too long!

What exactly is this……"

"It is a pity that time has passed for a long time. It is not easy to provoke evil. Otherwise, you can know the origin of this thing." Another old man, slowly speaking.

"Don't act rashly, you can take out this treasure. I am afraid that it is not a high-ranking person of coagulation. It is a foreign fake dust. I am a curse brother. I took this treasure back to the tribe. Maybe I am a man of the Fengzhen tribe. I can understand this thing." The old man in the white robe said, very precious to put the medicine stone into the vial, and waved with his right hand, suddenly the small bottle disappeared instantly.

"This should be the case." The old man opposite nodded.

"This thing is too important, the old man will leave first. If there is a result, come back and tell." The old man in the white robe got up and bowed to the man who cursed the surname, hurriedly out of the purple leather account, stepping on his footsteps, suddenly The figure was distorted and turned into a white mist and went straight to the sky, and soon disappeared without a shadow.

As the day became brighter, there was a vast expanse of tribes in the vast grasslands some distance from the square. The tribe was as large as a city, surrounded by six tribes like the Wushan Ministry. The location of the center is a huge mudstone city!

This city is magnificent, such as the behemoth curtain on the earth, just the people in the city, but more than a thousand, it is not comparable to the Wushan Department.

As for the six tribes outside the mud city, they are direct affiliates. Among them, they were directly conquered by the Fengzhen tribe. They also sought refuge because of some accidents and eventually became part of the Fengzhen tribe.

The Fengzhen tribe belongs to the medium-sized tribe, but it is the weaker existence of the medium-sized tribe. After all, this Wushan is also a remote corner in the whole barbarian, but it is precisely because of this that the Fengzhen tribe has become nearby. Overlord, commanding all parties, accepting the offerings of countless small tribes, is the only tribe member with up-level connections.

At this moment, when the first yang of the distant sky was slightly raised, a white mist galloped, and the fog outside the mud city condensed and turned into the old man wearing a white robe.

The old man looked dignified and immediately walked into the mud city. On the way, everyone who met the Fengzhen tribes was respectful and stopped.

In the center of the mud city, there is an all-elected altar. The shape of the pentagonal pentagon is ten feet high. It is engraved with some totems of birds and beasts, full of original feeling.

The old man in the white robe stood in the altar under the altar. After a moment, a soft voice was uploaded from the altar.

"Shi Hai, what?"

"The scam is quite public. Shi Hai found a drug that he had never seen before in the cursed ministry. This medicine has an incredible effect..." The old man in white robes took a deep breath and snorted.

"Oh? Take a look." The soft voice on the altar began to rise.

The old man in the white robe raised his right hand, but saw the light flashing on his hand, and suddenly a small bottle turned out. This small bottle seemed to be drawn by some strange power, slowly rising and flying above the altar.

There was silence all around, only the sob of the wind blew, and the white robe old man’s clothes were blown. He stood there motionless and waited silently.

For a long while, the soft voice started again, but this time, it was a trace of surprise!

"Is this thing only one?"

"There is only one." The old man in white robes immediately spoke.

"I have never seen such a drug... This medicine contains structures that I don't understand... and it is obviously just refining it soon... Who is going to change it in the ministry?" The soft voice reveals a dignified voice. .

"It's a wicked man." The old man in white robes whispered.

"Find him, launch all strength, find this person! Tell him, join me Fengzhen tribe, I give him a Hakka identity!" The soft voice began to rise.

The old man in white robes took a deep breath and respectfully said it was. Although he judged that the drug was extraordinary, he did not expect that the man would like to recruit this person as a Fengcheng Hakka. The identity of this Hakka is extremely high. Apart from several people, such as the patriarch and the barbar, it is enough to be equal to the various leaders.

With the retreat of the old man in the white robe, this life was started by the entire Fengzhen tribe, just like a large net, to find the evil that they think!

At the moment, Su Ming, who is in his own house in the Wushan tribe, secretly made a decision. On the early morning of the next day, he left the tribe alone, stepped into the jungle and turned to the black Yanfeng. The direction is galloping away.

The light car is familiar with the road, Su Ming leaps in the jungle. After he has repaired to the second layer of the coal mine, the flexibility and speed of the body is much faster. Even if Lei Chen needs all his strength, he can barely follow. In the jungle, Su Ming is faster, and at noon, he has already arrived under the black Yanfeng.

After jumping, he climbed up towards the black phoenix peak, and after returning to the quenching cave that belonged to him, Su Ming put down his cod, carrying many herbs, which he quenched for this time. ready.

Xiaohong is not in the cave. He wants to go out to play. Su Ming sweeps in the cave. After confirming that there are no signs of any mistakes, he sits on the ground with his knees, and he runs the blood in the body, in the ten blood lines. In the blinking, the inside and outside of the body have reached the best state at the moment.

Even in the vagueness, Su Ming has a feeling of breaking through, as if the eleventh blood line would condense out.

"Agong helped me really open up. I once said that I will soon reach the third floor... Now that time is not long, I have felt more than enough blood... the first savage technique, and really mysterious." Su Ming opened his eyes. In the eyes of it, there was a flash of light, and there was a situation in the mind that revealed the black dirt on the day.

"Suspend the quenching, and let the drum break through the second layer!" Su Ming slightly indulged, took out a thing from his arms, it was the rock grass that day, looked at this herb, Su Ming swallowed a piece of dust, then picked Take a leaf of this grass, swallow it and swallow it.

After closing the eyes and meditating again, Su Ming was sweating all over the body, and the blood was scattered. The eleventh blood line was faint.

After a few hours, Su Ming's body heard a muffled voice, and the eleventh blood line condensed out, and a stronger force of blood suddenly broke out in Su Ming.

Su Ming opened his eyes and there was a bright light inside.

"Coagulation, the third layer!" He murmured and stood up, with excitement on his face, and after taking off his body, he took the herbs and began to temper the mountain spirit according to the method in memory. process.

Today, Su Ming is not ignorant about a few months ago. He is very skilled in the method of quenching. The flames in this place have more experience. With the increase of temperature here, Su Ming simply took off his leather and naked. The upper body, next to the barren stone stove, sometimes smelled with herbs, and sometimes crushed by hand into the waste.

The unknowing passage of time, the sky outside is getting darker, and the mountains are slowly quieting down. Even the sounds of birds and beasts are weak until they are undetectable.

As the sky darkens, the bright moon hangs high. It is only the bright moon of the night, but it is very different from the ordinary one. The color of the moon is obviously red. At first glance, it seems like there is a **** moon in the sky.

This strange phenomenon seems to have turned into a strange atmosphere to cover the earth, especially near this Wushan Mountain. The sound of the birds and beasts almost disappeared, and even the faint humming stopped abruptly. Dare to make a sound.

In the mountain forest under the black Yanfeng, a red shadow flickers and walks away. The red shadow is the little monkey. It looks dignified at the moment, his eyes are alert, and sometimes he looks up at the red moon and has panic meaning from his face. Flashed.

In the past, he hesitated. He didn't know that Su Ming had returned. He immediately changed his direction and stopped going to the Black Yanfeng. Instead, he went to the flash and did not know where to go. He hid.

As the sky became darker and darker, the color of the moon became more and more red. At the end, looking at it, the entire Wushan seemed to be red.

At this time, a faint groan, faintly heard from the Wushan, the sly voice became more and more intense as time passed, and in the end, it was the Wushan.

The snoring sounds like endless resentment. It can make people feel trembling when they are introduced into the ear. It is like if the soul is to be shaken. Even if it is long after listening, there will be a feeling of burning blood in the body, and people can not help but fear. .

The sound of the sound echoed into the heavens and the earth, as if it was reflected in the blood of the sky, making this whole Wushan being shrouded in a mysterious mystery.

This night, all the three tribes near Wushan were in the middle of vigilance. In the Wushan Department, the ordinary tribes were all under the guardianship of the barbarians. They returned to the house early, and they never went out easily. The priest was under the personal leadership of the patriarch and guarded the tribe.

Agong stood at the highest point of the tribe. It was a table built of giant wood. He held a black bone stick in his hand and looked into the distance. There was a worry in his eyes.

He noticed the departure of Su Ming, but he did not expect that today is the **** night of every three years, and this time the blood month is obviously several months earlier than in previous years. This strange phenomenon makes him more It is a surprise.

"Fire!" For a long time, Agong suddenly opened his mouth. Immediately, the tribes who were surrounded by the giant wooden benches put the torches under the giant wood, which made the building burn in a moment, and the Agong was in it, like in the sea of ​​fire. But he was calm and calm, with a strange spell in his mouth.

Not only in the Wushan Department, but in the other direction, the same scene appeared in the Wulong tribe. The grandfather of the Wulong tribe wore a large robe, and the head was distributed. Even the male or female was not seen. Holding a skull with a singular singular beast, holding his head high, a sharp, sharp sound coming out of his mouth.

Among the Wulong tribes not far away, stood a very beautiful girl, this girl is pale at this moment, looking up at the **** moon of the sky.

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