Pursuit of the Truth

It was almost the moment when Wugong’s Agong’s low-pitched voice came out, but it was seen that it was filled with blood and fog, covering the skylight of the moon. A large number of moon wings roared, and in the fog, it fell. The sound of the sharp humming sound over the Wushan tribe, at this moment, replaced all the sounds of the heavens and the earth, and became the only one of the **** nights.

The beast, whose head was stained with blood, was thrown into the air by the tribes. Before it was re-dropped, it was immediately condensed by the inexhaustible moon-like moon, and it was so fierce. In the middle of the call, these beasts were covered by the moon's wings, and they were pierced into the body by countless sharp teeth. They instantly became dry bodies, and their blood and life were swallowed by the moon.

The rest, only the skinny dry corpse, fell on the ground in the snoring, often twitched a few times, then all died.

There are countless moon wings on the sky, and many of them directly ignore the beasts that have been thrown up. Instead, they dive and go straight to the lower tribes. The scarlet eyes reveal cruelty and bloodthirsty. Their goal is The barbarian in this tribe.

Screams, crying, roaring, and at this moment, they formed a piece of music that resonated with the voice of the moon wing, playing in this strange moonlight night.

But the sea of ​​fire that surrounds the entire tribe, at the moment, is like a solid barrier, so that the moon **** that have been thrown up are screaming as soon as they approach, like the fire that can't burn the grass houses, which is deadly to them. hurt.

"Throw again!" Ah Gong was in the fire, watching the sky blindly.

Immediately below, more ethnic groups, in the fear of constantly throwing the beast stored in this winter, like feeding, like a sacrifice, let the moon in the air madly swallowed.

Time passed by, when all the beasts that had been stored in winter became the food of the moon wing, and after the dead bodies fell on the ground, the moonwing on the curtain of the day began to swoop in large swaths due to the bloodthirsty madness. Break through this fire barrier and descend into the tribe to enjoy the blood of the barbarian who makes them red-eyed.

Agong’s right hand waved, and suddenly the fire made a huge whirlpool, and the roaring and violent, with one person’s power, against the moon in the sky, at the same time, the arrow of the string from the tribe , penetrated the sea of ​​fire, and battled those moon wings.

But for this moon with a strange life and almost immortality, such damage can't be affected at all. The sound of the wings and the sharp humming make the Wushan people feel guilty.

Even more recently, a few moon wings rushed past the sea of ​​fire, whizzing through the tribe, making the Wushan Ministry a big mess.

The same scene was also staged at the Wulong tribe.

The only Black Dragon Department, at the moment, is extremely strange. All the tribes in the tribe are all on the ground. They don’t dare to move. In the sky, the Montenegrin tribe’s savage figure is stretched out with his arms open. With a feverish color, a strange spell is being made to the sky.

Around him, countless moons hovered, and there were also a lot of moon wings on his body. Their sharp teeth pierced the body of Bitu and sucked up their blood.

But that Bitu seems to have lost the pain. There is no slight resistance. Instead, the fanaticism is more intense. As his face fades, the strange spell in his mouth is high.

"The sacrifice of my blood, the fire-savage family before the ages, you have not died, turned into a moon wing, you swallowed my blood, you have to put your blood of blood into my body!!

Dihe, bang! ! "Bitu squats into the sky, and immediately his body suddenly bursts out of the glaring black light. The black light spreads, all the moon wings on his body are immediately sharpened, their bodies are rapidly shrinking, and the double-eyed red mans are immediately dimmed for a moment. In the same way, it seems to have lost life, and it has declined from Bitu.

But more moon wings are good again!

During this week's reunion, a large amount of moon-wing blood was absorbed by Bitu, and its body swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a strong sense of qi and blood exploded from its body.

Under the temperament of this qi and blood, not only the moon wings over the Black Mountain tribe came crazy, but even the moon wings that went to the Wushan tribe and the Wulong tribe, they all noticed, and changed direction after being dispersed. Go straight to the Montenegro tribe.

Not far from the Montenegro, there is a figure covered in black robe. His presence in the Heishan tribe is completely incompatible with the people at the moment. The appearance of the black robe is not something that the nearby tribe can own. At this moment, he stood there, watching the Montenegro in the sky, and his mouth showed a gloomy smile.

"I taught you how to find those moonstones used to summon the savage moonwing, telling you that you can become the path of dusting at the fastest speed. As for success, it depends on your creation..."

Compared with the tragic outside world at the moment, Su Ming is safer now. In the cave, he pushed open the covered stone and jumped out quickly. Many places on his skin have been blistered. The lips are chapped and the heart beats.

"Here... it turned out to be a habitat for the moon wing!" Su Ming stared at the depths of the cave. He heard a lot of legends about the moon wing from an early age, knowing the horror of this strange animal, especially It was the rumor that it was almost never dead, but it made Su Ming’s eyes shrink.

After a moment of indulging, he slowly climbed out along the exit. In the immediate vicinity, he gave a quick look at his outcrop. Under this eye, he immediately took a breath and the outside sky was filled with red fog. There are countless moon wings in the voice.

Su Ming quickly retracted his body and slowly retreated after hesitating. He re-answered the cave and picked it up.

"I don't know how the tribe is... I can't go out at this moment. Once I go out, I will be caught by those moon wings." Su Ming frowned, his heart was very anxious, and he was worried about the situation of the tribe.

But he knew that he had no way to solve it. His eyes flashed and he stared at the depths of the cave. Su Ming’s eyes slowly glowed.

"This time the number of moon wings is obviously much more than usual, and look at this, it seems that the depth of the cave should be empty..." Su Ming slightly hesitated, gradually moved forward, crossed the piece of his quenching In the scattered place, looking at the depths of the cave, he was decisive.

"Surely look at it, what is there in the end, will let the moonwing beasts live here all the year round, maybe you can find their secrets, so go back and tell Agong, maybe help the Agong." Su Ming body swayed, toward The depths of the caves that have never been explored, galloping away.

It’s strange to say that in the past, the caves were hot and there were even heat waves that could not be tolerated, but now with the deepening of Su Ming, I can’t feel the slightest heat, but I feel cold. From the depths of the cave.

When Su Ming went to the depths of this cave, the three tribes of the outer Wushan were re-emerged.

In the Wushan Department, there have been more than one hundred moon-winged beasts rushing through the sea of ​​fire, and they rushed to the people of the Wushan Ministry. The barbarians in the tribes fought and smothered, and Beiling’s eyes flashed, guarding the dust behind them. The right hand has a chilly spread, forming a sharp ice flower around the diffuse area. There are many wounds on the body, and the blood overflows. Suddenly his eyes are condensed, and he looks at the distance, and the right hand without thinking is caught in the back. Take the bow in his hand.

At the moment, the Northern Tomb, in the moment of holding the bow, a smothering of a sudden stunned on his body, he left the bowstring, violently opened, the arrow tip flashed, and immediately caused the ice around the condensed Shooting at the sight of his gaze!

In the distance, Lei Chen has a bloodthirsty meaning. There are several moon wings on his body, but he does not care. Instead, he is crazy. He grabs a moon wing on his body and bites it open.

"Dare to **** the blood of your grandfather, I also **** you!"

But just as he bite into the moonwing, he immediately noticed that dozens of moon wings went straight to the sky, and with his cultivation, he could not fight so many moon wings.

In this critical moment, suddenly a cold whistling, with the coldness appearing, is a sharp arrow with an arrow around the ice, a bang bursting over the thunder, making the dozens of moon wings rewind , saved Lei Chen.

Lei Chen glanced back and looked back at the Beiling, which was indifferent to the bow, and there was a trace of complexity in the eyes.

The patriarch of the Wushan Department, the whole body is tumbling, holding a silver spear in his hand, often throwing a spear, there will be roaring and reverberating, countless waves rewinding, making those moon wings unable to spread.

But even if this is the case, the number of moon wings that rushed down is too much. Some ordinary people, even in the screams of sternness, are faintly caught by the moon wing and fly in the air.

At this moment, Agong shot, he held a stick with a stick, and suddenly the whole tribe seemed to vibrate. A huge image was illusory out of the air. It was like a brutality. It appeared to be alive, especially in its hands. The long dragon that was holding it was a roar of heaven, and it turned into a circle.

As time went by, the night of this **** month was slowly passing, but the battle that took place in the tribe was even more intense. Even in the end, the moon wing no longer sucked blood, but caught the living. Barbarian people seem to bring them into the nest as food.

When the distant sky gradually became brighter, there was a sharp cockroach in the distant Oolong tribe, but there was a white figure in the many moon-wing beasts, and its beautiful face was revealed. With paleness and despair, he was caught by the moon wing together with several ethnic groups and galloped toward Wushan.

Behind them, there is an old man in a rags, his face revealing anxiety and chasing after him.

But did not wait for too long, with the screams in the Oolong tribe, the old eyes with blood and sorrow, fiercely turned and gave up the pursuit, but guarded her tribe.

In the distance, the figure of white clothes, looking at this scene, tears in his eyes...

It’s just that tears drip down the sky, I don’t know where to go, and no one can see it.

The color of the day was slowly and completely bright, and when the blood was gradually scattered, a large number of moon-wings roared and went straight to Wushan from all directions. Among them, there was a moonwing, holding several people including the white woman. The tribal people went straight to the black Yanfeng and followed them into the entrance of the Black Yanfeng.

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