Pursuit of the Truth

The second wind has risen from the ninth peak of the 321st chapter of the cold (second more)

In the same time, in Haidongzong, there were also ten meteors. The stars that came out of Tianzhu City, announced the cold and the sea east, must be prepared for the worst. ("")

In the Tiansongzong, on the last night before the early war, compared with the silence of the various peaks, there was always a roaring sound in the sky, which roared from the movement of the nine continents of Tianmen.

For many people, this is a sleepless night. When the sky outside is slightly bright, when the first sunshine in the morning appears, many people will leave this land and go to the sky...

Waiting for them, perhaps brilliant, perhaps a blockbuster, or perhaps... a dead alien.

This night, I can't sleep, even if it is practice, there are many people who can't calm down. Some of them are watching the night in the dark, some people wiping the instruments, some people holding the things of their families, if they pray.

The roar of the outside always came, the movement of the Tianmen, the dislocation of the nine continents, gradually formed a diffused pattern, in the middle of the pattern, there was a distortion in the night, sometimes there was electric light walking through As if forming a mirror, the treasures of the three great treasures will slowly descend from within.

At midnight, Su Ming walked out of Dongfu, and the roar of his ears became more and more fierce. Even when he looked up, he could faintly see the shape of the nine continents in Tianyun, and see the middle of the electric light. A vague object, as if it is slowly penetrating from another world.

Su Ming stood there for a long time, the shadow under the moonlight was full of surprises, he took back his eyes, turned and walked toward the top of the mountain, stepping on the ice of the ninth peak, Su Ming had a reluctance.

He knows that tomorrow's departure in the morning, I don't know when I can come back, or... I can't come back, but there are things that he has to do.

Only in the war can he grow up quickly. If he dares not to move forward with fear, then why does he find his way home, and the way home will be more difficult than this trip? Times.

However, for the ninth peak, Su Ming still refuses. ""

He did not give up the grass and trees here, the resentment of the tiger, the smile of the two brothers, the silent care of the master and the madness of the master.

All this is what he cherishes.

What he is even more reluctant is the feeling of the ninth peak, the feeling of warmth, even if the climate here is cold, it can be warmed from the heart in this cold, and it is also worthy of attention and care.

He really wants to stay, stay here for the rest of his life, don't think about everything in Wushan, don't think about the deep meaning of the word destiny, don't think about the years in the crack, and the cold eyes and disappointment. Words.

These mysteries, he would like to give up all, do not think about it, stay at the ninth peak, and walk through all the years here.

However, Su Ming is not reconciled, can not forget Wushan, can not forget everything.

Walking on the ninth peak, Su Ming was silent all the way until after reaching the top of the mountain, looking at the dusted hall, Su Ming bowed to the place.

"Su Ming, I want to see Master."

His words came out, but they were drowned by the roar of the sky, and they were taken away by the cold wind blowing around them.

Su Ming bent over and stayed there, motionless.

Time passed slowly, and after a scent, there was a sigh on the side of Su Ming.

"You three brothers don't go back, your two brothers don't go back, your master will not go... you, really want to go?" As the voice appeared, it was the evil spirit in a blue gown.

Su Ming lifted his body and turned his head to look at the evil spirits. He looked hesitant, but he quickly became firm.

"The disciple is going to go. If the Wu people don't dare to step in, they have been waiting for their own cultivation to improve. Then there will be one day. Even if I reach the wild soul, I dare not go out of the South Morning.

Because the Master respects you, even if it is a strong soul, if you want to leave Nanchen, the road is extremely dangerous..."

The blue sorcerer looked at the disciple in front of him, and after a moment of silence, he looked embarrassed. ""

"This war is different from the past... Maybe your choice is right. This war can't be avoided... Well, if you want to go, go there, maybe there, for the division and some of your brothers. I will meet you again." Tian Xiezi shook his head and sighed.

"Master, what happened in the end?" Su Ming hesitated, whispered.

"Did you hear something?" The evil man looked at Su Ming.

"Not all." Su Ming said, slowly.

"That's already ok, knowing a lot, it's not a good thing." The evil spirits were silent for a few moments, complicated to see the dark day, the right hand raised the void, and immediately a wooden slip appeared. In his hands, he handed it to Su Ming.

"You came to me, it should be for the old man who I brought you to see. Here is the address of the tribe where he is. Holding this thing, after three nights in the ice, you can hold this thing. Leaving, that position is the closest to this person.” Tian Xiezi looked at Su Ming deeply, raised his head and touched Su Ming’s head, his face showing kindness.

"Take your own path. If you prove to the teacher that you are right, then prove that your path is more correct than me." Tian Xiezi walked past Su Ming's side, went to nothingness, and gradually disappeared. It is.

Su Ming stood there, silent for a long time, bowed to the dusty hall, went down the steps, and returned to his own cave.

In Dongfu, he looked around, didn't meditate, but looked at everything here, familiar, familiar, familiar...

At the dawn of the dawn, at the moment when the dawn had not yet appeared, Su Ming arranged the clothes. He did not take away any items in Dongfu and kept the original. He believed that he would return here a few years later.

Because here is also his home...

Out of the Dongfu, Su Ming's right hand suddenly lifted up, pressed against the ice wall next to it, dug an ice cube and placed it in the storage bag.

"This is the trace of the ninth peak..." Su Ming stood on the platform and looked at the dark sky. Looking at the door in the day, there was a big monster that had already revealed most of it, but the surrounding area was distorted and blurred.

Deeply breathing a breath of the ninth peak, Su Ming walked along the mountain steps. When the sky was light, he came to the tiger's Dongfu, and the sound of snoring came from Dongfu. Su Ming With a smile on his face, he stepped into the tiger's cave.

The whole person of the tiger squatted there, screaming and slumbering, and the saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth and turned into a beach on the ground. There are a lot of wine gourds beside them, and many of them are stumbling.

Su Ming looked at the tiger for a long time, took a gourd filled with wine, turned and left.

The sky is slightly bright, but the earth is still dark. In this mountain, Su Ming saw the second brother who swayed like a ghost. He had a pause in his footsteps. At the moment of his pause, the two brothers in front of the night swayed, Yu Suming. Standing still in front of him, looking at Su Ming.

"Two brothers..." Su Ming whispered.

"Little teacher, I suspect that every night I stole my flowers and plants, it should be a witch. When you go there, remember to help me find out who is doing it." The second brother said seriously.

Su Ming stunned and nodded with a smile.

"Get it, take care..." The second brother in the middle of the night, the whole body exudes a cold breath. He took a few steps forward and placed a thing in Su Ming's hand, drifting from his side.

Su Ming looked down at the palm of his hand, there was a black grass, and there was a burst of light.

"This thing grows with my ghosts and can be placed anywhere. It can form a ghost fog... When you are tired, you can sleep in peace." The cold voice of the two brothers came from far away, but Su Ming could not feel it. Cold, my heart is warm.

In the morning, unconsciously, gradually came, the sky was bright, and the darkness of the earth was dispelled. From the nine peaks, many people walked out of Dongfu and looked up at the sky.

But in the sky, the nine continents of Tianmen became a ring, and a flash of lightning inside it turned into a net like a net. In that net, there was a piece of material that was full of length and length.

The whole body is black and the edges are sharp and looks like a big sword!

The part exposed by this sword has a hundred feet, and its thickness is ten feet, which looks like the top of a mountain! On top of it, there are more complex symbols in a flash, every flash of light, a great pressure is coming to the earth.

The sound of roaring continued to reverberate, and Su Ming saw that it was like a sword. It was quickly penetrated from the net. As it penetrated, the sound of the bang was louder and louder.

After a while, when the light of the early yang reflected the glare of the light on the earth, the sky shook and shook, but saw the thing like the sword, all of which appeared from the net of the door that day.

It was a black sword. The body of the sword was more than a hundred feet long and ten feet wide. It floated in the air and revealed a thrilling sigh. If that was the only way, it was just a moment when the sword appeared. The blade swollen quickly, and in a blink of an eye, in a surprising way, formed a huge shadow on the ground!

This thing, a hundredfold increase, has become a size of a thousand, wide and nearly a thousand feet, like a giant mountain, floating in the sky of the behemoth!

It looks like a sword, but looking at it is like a boat!

The huge shadow on the ground almost covered the nine peaks. With the appearance of this thing, the strong pressure filled the hearts of everyone who looked up.

"Old man Jing Chengrong, this time led the team!" On the mainland of Tianmen, nine figures flew out. The nine figures were all dressed in white. Eight of them sat cross-legged in different corners of this sword, only one person. Standing on the tip of the sword, his eyes swept to the ground and slowly opened.

"Operate, set foot on the ice! After you step on, you will be left with a brand. If you die, the brand will dissipate! Wait for the cold door, the battle of the sorcerer, not coming soon!!"

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