Pursuit of the Truth

The second wind of the astronomical astronomy begins with the cold of the 302th chapter of the second son! (first more)

With the appearance of snowflakes on the body's rough lines, this smoldering atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger. The bruises under Su Ming's clothes are like living things. They seem to swim on his body, and a whirlwind spreads from his body. The snow that blows around is scattered toward the eight sides. "" novels users hit

Su Ming's hair is windless and automatic, gradually changing from black, revealing a purple meaning, compared with the surrounding white snow, this purple reveals a feeling of demon, and even reveals a strange singularity.

The rough lines on his body, the five peaks of Wushan, such as the astems, shed light on Su Ming’s face, and the tribes and grasses that spread along the chest with Wushan, one house and one house, now gradually look It was like being covered with a layer of snow!

In the rough sky, a **** moon appears, this blood month is Su Ming's right eye! Although his eyes are closed at the moment, they can't hide the red mans in the right eye like a moon!

On the whole line, there is the falling snow, which looks vivid, as if it existed here, but until now, Su Ming is qualified to own it and let it be revealed in this world. between!

When this rough snow appeared, forming a moment of the Wushan blood moon and snow, Su Ming’s eyes opened fiercely, and in the moment he opened his eyes, his right purpose **** moon rose, his arms Stretch out and stretch towards both sides.

"Osan!" Su Ming murmured, his voice formed a sob of wind and snow, no one can hear the details, but at the same time as the sound echoed, but in the sky above Su Ming, the world is distorted, awesome There is a huge mountain peak, which is revealed in the memory of Su Ming!

It is a very majestic mountain peak. The five peaks are connected into a mountain. The five peaks are like the giant fingers, and Zhang Kai seems to be going to open this void.

This time, the exposed Wushan Mountain looks very real. There is no illusion of illusion, as if it existed here, as if it should exist here.

At the moment when this Wushan appeared, a strong sense of oppression and Su Ming were the center, and it spread to the surrounding area. Wherever it went, the snow and snow were still, where it passed, the great earthquake, where it passed, Heaven and earth change!

In the Haidongzong auction tribe not far from here, there are more than a dozen boats and boats that pierce the earth, and each of them has some old people sitting cross-legged.

But at this moment, it was at this moment that almost all the old men had opened their eyes, and the eyes were like electric eyes, and they stared straight into the place where Su Ming was.

"So rough!"

"Who is this son?"

"What are the disciples of the evil spirits..."

"It’s just the ordinary mountain pattern, it can trigger the change of the heavens and the earth... and look at his appearance, the bruises are not so simple, there are others..."

The Taoist thoughts echoed among the more than ten boats and ships, and Su Ming’s actions caused the attention of these powerful people who came to the Tianhan.

"Quiet!" In this god's mutual transmission, a cold and cold thought that only they can feel, outsiders can't hear, like a storm, sweeping out.

"A district of a dusty junior, let you wait for this?"

"The elders of the sea say this, the old man does not believe that you have not seen that this son is a god, and the rough lines must be complicated, and the mountain lines that are revealed alone are amazing enough. This is such a generation of arrogant...not worthy of my attention. "After that cold and cold thoughts swept around, a **** that was clearly comparable to it, echoed from a boat."

The cold **** read coldly.

"Even if it's complicated and...what?" But his gods haven't waited for it all, and there is a meal, and the voice after this meal is full of surprises.

The root of his surprise is that it is now on the snowfield, in the whirlwind wind rolling snow, sweeping around, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the middle, Su Ming with his arms outstretched, two spit in the mouth Words.

"tribe……"

In the moment of the exit of the tribe, in the sky, under the huge Wushan, there is a picture axis that is opened, and a grassy residence in the Wushan area, with an amazing momentum, a kind of understanding After the people of the tattoos look at it, they will appear in this sky in the way of a big shock!

At this moment, looking up, there will be a sense of the difference between heaven and earth, such as the mirage, but the grass, the wood, the house, the house, but it seems to be true and can not be described.

In the distant tribe of the Haidongzong auction, in the corner, Tianzhu Meng suddenly walked out of his tent. She wore a leather robes that had just been put on her body and stood outside the tent. The beautiful eyes flashed strangely and looked at it. Wushan in the sky, looking at the clear Wushan tribe, her whole person, lying there.

"This... is his bruise..."

In the tent next to Tianzhumeng, more people are coming out one by one at this moment, looking at the sky, the sense of oppression that exists in this world, so that every barbarian can clearly feel.

And most importantly, this feeling of oppression is not dissipated in an instant, but is becoming more and more intense as time goes by.

The entire temporary tribe, all the people who came to participate in this auction, all out of the tent, looking at the sky, most of these people are from the cold, and some of them, just saw Su Ming and In the battle of Sima Xin, I saw Su Ming show his singularity.

At this moment, when I saw the strange moment of this sky, I suddenly exclaimed.

"This is... this is Su Ming's rough lines!"

"Yes, I remember the mountain, remember the tribe under the mountain, the whole Tianzongzong, only Su Ming's rough lines are like this!"

"This is Su Ming's... brutal?"

The sound of sorrow is getting bigger and bigger. As people pass by, when the eyes stare at the sky, in this tribe, outside a tent that looks very unusual, there is a black man standing there. He looked calm and didn't even lift his head. It seemed that even if anything happened around him, it would not cause him any interest.

He just stood there silently, waiting for the instructions from the tent behind him.

If Su Ming is here, I can see at a glance that this black man has some similarities with some of the actions of the car, because they are all kind of people.

"Interesting, Chen Shu, I didn't think there was such a character in Tianhan Zong." A smiling voice came out of the tent.

When the voice came out, there was a gust of wind blowing the snow of the earth and blowing the corner of the tent. The wind saw everything inside the tent, disappeared inside, and never came out again.

The tent didn't look big, but it was huge, like a palace hall, surrounded by more than a dozen big men dressed in black clothes outside the door, standing silently around.

These people bow their heads like statues, but each person’s body has a breath that is beyond the dust and belongs to the sacrifice of the bones! !

There are even a few of them, the strong breath, even the ordinary sacrifice bones are hard to compare!

In the center of the tent with space, there is a case, a man wearing a blue robes embroidered with a black dragon, holding a glass of wine and taking a sip.

This young man seems to be young, but there is a compelling majesty in his eyes. In his body, there is a unique temperament. This temperament belongs to more than ten thousand people. Will set off the earth's catastrophe, a word of export, can make countless tribes become fly ash, a word of export, most of the South will be killed!

That is a kind of momentum that is unique to me!

Although this momentum is not too strongly revealed, such as still in the embryonic form, it has slowly condensed, perhaps when one day comes, he can truly declare this momentum to Nanchen!

"Two sons, this person has a special status, which belongs to Tian Hanzong, but does not belong to Tian Hanzong." The voice of the old man came from the opposite side of the youth. On the other side of the case, with this young man drinking, A white-haired old man, the old man was hoarse, sitting there, wearing a white robe, embroidered with eight white clouds at his cuffs.

If Tianzongzong sees these eight white clouds for those familiar with Tianmen, they will tremble with their hearts and immediately pay homage to them, because these eight white clouds represent this person from the eighth floor of Tianmen! !

Tianmen has a total of nine continents, and the eighth floor of the mainland has already belonged to a very high level. People who can live there, each out, can make the cold of the sky.

"Oh?" The young man put down the glass and smiled at the old man.

At this moment, in addition to the people of the temporary tribe of Haidongzong who are concerned about the strangeness of the sky, there is another person on the snowfield outside the tribe. Sima Xin, who was shrouded by Su Ming’s sense of repression, looked like a hysterical, clutching white, red eyes, and mad at that.

"I clearly have succeeded, why is this, you said, why is this!" Sima Xin could not accept the fact that he had longed for it, and even the things that had been successful, there was such a reversal, which made him simply not The slightest psychological preparation.

If you have never owned it, but he did have it, and the feeling of being taken away after being possessed makes it difficult for Simaxin to control his actions.

Bai Su was pale, his arms were caught by Sima Xin, and there was a lot of pain. But the pain of this body was insignificant compared with the tear in her heart at the moment.

She looked at Sima Xin and her face was a smirk. She suddenly saw the man in front of her. This is a handsome, always gentle Sima brother... It seems to be a clown, where, besides going crazy, it seems I dare not do anything.

"This is impossible, it is absolutely impossible!" Sima Xin felt the repression, saw the Wushan and the tribe in the sky, and even felt that Su Ming’s breath was growing rapidly, which made him regret for madness. impulse.

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