Pursuit of the Truth

The second wind from the cold of the 331th chapter

Su Ming’s plain words contain a chill that makes the wind tremble with the wind. As Su Ming’s right hand lifts up and points to the wind, the sly moon wings around the wind and the wind rush straight into the wind and will go away. After the layers were wrapped, the wind did not completely dissipate when the first yang was raised at this moment.

The re-integration of the moon wing gave the wind a sense of escape, and the inner feelings of Su Ming tended to be counter-reverse. He felt that he could not explore Su Ming’s will, and the other’s thoughts and his common sense were stunned. The difference.

Just like today, he thought that Su Ming would say that he would not really kill himself. In fact, he did not die, but he knew that if he had a slower speech, then he would wait for his own death.

The wind has a strong wildness, and it is not a slave to others. At this moment, the fear occupies the majority of the heart, but slowly, as its fear becomes less and less, he may still...reverse.

But for now, he didn't dare to sneak up on the murder when he didn't find the strong threat of the sun.

This point, Su Ming knows well.

He really did not want to kill the wind. After all, his cultivation was very strange. He could play a big role in the battle of Scorpio. As for this kind of anti-phasing behavior, Su Ming had his own plans.

The reconciliation with the moon wing has turned into a shadow. After a prayer to Su Ming’s heart, he is honestly integrated into the shadow of Su Ming.

On the ground, there are two **** Linren heads and a dead and rotted body.

When the fire saw Su Ming woke up, he made a sigh of relief on the side, and picked up the head of the Wu ethnicity and swayed it in his hands. This scene, if seen by others, is inevitably scared.

The sound of distortion around Su Ming, with the rise of the first yang, gradually disappeared as the light shrouded the earth. He looked at the blue sky, took a deep breath, and slowly fell from the knees. Stand up in the middle of the night.

When he got up, the sound of screaming came out from Su Ming’s body. The sound was like a bone colliding, like flesh and blood rubbing. With the sound of the roundabout, Su Ming’s face appeared on the mountain, his chest clothes. Next, the Wushan tribe is illusory, the snow falls, and its right eye is red.

The entire **** moon and snow pattern of Wushan Mountain is completely revealed. The light on it flashes, and there is a whirlwind of a whimper, which seems to be in the singularity of Su Ming. When it is revealed, it will naturally come out.

Su Ming’s hair was windless, and he stood on the ground and raised his head. Slowly, his feet floated and he was three feet off the ground.

A strong cultivation of breath suddenly broke out from Su Ming's body.

His cultivation was at the end of the first heartbeat before the auction, and it was already at the end of the dust-breaking period. It was only one step away from the great perfection. At this step, Su Ming had a clear understanding at the time. He needed to distort the sound. Need to play the music in the memory, if you can do this, you can make his Wushan barbarian and memory completely blend, so that his bruises shake under the vibration, let his cultivation from the dusty late stage Directly hit the big perfection of dusting!

After the auction, Su Ming came all the way until he got back the repaired cockroach, three days of forgetting the journey, until the night of the fourth day, he slowly did it, on that quiet night, killing Night, **** night, he finally played the real distortion, so that there is a soul.

This soul is the memory of Su Ming, this soul is the soul of Su Ming's savage!

Su Ming’s physical strength is getting stronger and stronger. After a while, the square is rolling hundreds of feet in the earth, and the trees are creaking, and there seems to be a whirlwind.

Su Ming's body floated a few feet away from the ground. His eyes showed a bright mans, and the feeling of strength was in his hands.

There is only one realm between the dusty and the perfect dusting, but in fact, the great perfection belongs to the extreme of dusting, and belongs to the most powerful level in the realm of dusting.

Those who have reached this level can be called the dusty perfection, or they can be called the secondary bone. Because of this level, the barb of the barbarian is separated by a piece of paper.

If it breaks, then a puncture will break. If it is not broken, then the years will not be able to weaken it.

Su Ming's body slowly descended from the air. When he stepped on the earth, his hair slowly scattered on his shoulders. He closed his eyes, and when he opened it in a moment, his eyes calmed.

"This is the early morning of the fifth day, there are still two days... From here to the barriers of the Scorpio, it is not enough in time." Su Ming Fang was only closing his eyes, in addition to calming the fluctuations he had made, he also felt Some of the locations where I have my own brand.

He can feel the direction faintly and roughly determine how close he is.

"So..." Su Ming blinked, picked up the head of the witch woman, threw it at the fire, and the fire leaped up. After catching it, he smiled and licked the long hair of two people. He squatted on his waist and patted his chest toward Su Ming, revealing a powerful touch.

Su Ming then walked to the corpse with a bat tattoo on his face. The right hand slashed on his dry neck. The sound of the screaming came out. He did not wait for Su Ming to pick up the head of the man, and the fire on the side would endure. Can not help but ran over, grabbed the head of this person, so that the body of the witch is separated from the head, where the broken place, no blood flow.

The fire was even more proud, and quickly tied the third head to the waist, and swayed aside a few times, the more excited the look.

Su Ming did not look up, but stared at the headless body in front of him. After taking a picture on it, he took out a grass-made pocket.

The pocket looked very broken, but after Su Ming took it in his hand, he found that it was the same as the storage bag. He was swept away and left the bag with his own brand.

“Hey?” Su Ming put the pocket down on the palm of his hand, and there was a piece of nail-sized stone inside. The stone was colorful in the sun, and there seemed to be smoked inside, which looked quite beautiful.

Such a stone, in this straw bag, is not nearly a hundred.

In addition, there are some herbs that Su Ming has not seen, and the number of these herbs is also quite a lot.

Putting this straw bag into his arms, Su Ming got up and disappeared from the inside. When it appeared, it was in the jungle not far away, in front of a headless body.

After groping on this corpse, Su Ming wrinkled his brow and disappeared again after he got up. This time it appeared in the other direction. The witch woman’s flaming side, after groping for it, still has no grass. The bag is present.

Su Ming’s eyes were inextricably flashed. After he got up, he walked in the jungle and walked toward the distance. The fire followed him. I didn’t know where to find the huge battle axe. He was on his shoulder. The tomahawk was very Heavy, but this is a natural power, but it does not feel heavy.

Su Ming looked at it and had a smile on his face.

"Little red." Su Ming softly opened.

The fire looked up and turned to Su Ming, and ignored it.

Su Ming smiled and walked straight to the front and quickly galloped away. The fire quickly followed behind, and the look had a better impression. Obviously, he lost to Su Ming before speed.

One person and one monkey galloped all the way. After an hour, he left the jungle and appeared on a vast plain. The grass was blooming and creaking. Some wildflowers bloomed and exudes fragrance, making it uninhabited. With the beauty that no one appreciates.

“How is it here?” Su Ming stopped and stood on the plain, slowly opening his mouth, his voice echoing around, and the fire looked around and thought that Su Ming was talking to himself, then he Rolled over his eyes.

"You follow the way and send Mo Mo to this place, but you are always silent, but you are not ready to shoot." Su Ming turned and looked at him and looked away.

The fire slammed and immediately looked at it.

But I saw it on the grass. When the wind was sweeping, there was a thin figure slowly showing up, facing Su Ming here, step by step, and stopped at Su Ming’s dozens of feet.

This is a tall, tall man, wearing a black gown, looks like he is in his thirties, his eyes are deep, his hair is braided with many small shackles, and he is scattered behind his head.

He stared at Su Ming and looked dignified.

Su Ming also looked at him, the eyes of the two separated by a few dozen feet.

"Hadong Zong, 邬多!" For a long time, the man raised his right hand and a dark blue token appeared in his hand, throwing it away at Su Ming.

The token turned into a deep blue line and went straight to Su Ming, but Su Ming took a few steps back, letting the token fall on the ground without touching.

Seeing this move by Su Ming, this man’s eyes are slightly unrecognizable.

"Wushan Department, Mosu." Su Ming said calmly.

"As for which sect you came from, it is not something that Momo cares about, but you took my loot. This point needs to be explained to Momo." Su Ming looked at the man, who was watching him. Going, I did not reach the sacrifice bones. Like him, it was full of dust and perfection.

However, this person brought Su Ming's feelings, but it was like a lone wolf-like fierceness, far more than the three witches who were equivalent to the sacrifice of the bones.

Listening to Su Ming’s words, this man is silent and has no opening. Like Su Ming’s feelings, he feels that this Mosu seems to be only a dusty perfection, and he still just reached it, but he has a needle. Mang is in the back, especially this person can see that he is following in secret, which makes him reluctant to act rashly.

And he understands that the people who can kill the three witches, in front of this Mosu, must not only look at their cultivation, as for the Wushan Department, he has never heard of it, and he wants to be the other party.

"Maybe you follow me for this." Su Ming slowly opened his mouth and raised his right hand. In his palm, there was a nail cover size and colorful spar.

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