Pursuit of the Truth

The second wind from the cold 373 chapter a paper crane!

"Now, you know what I am threatening you.//.com novel network //" Su Ming's words are cold, slowly opening.

The look of the old man changed rapidly. Under the impact, he was subconsciously stepping back a few steps. His eyes narrowed and he stared at Su Ming’s right index finger. He took a deep breath.

"The power of the gods..."

This force is just a glimpse of it, and it disappears without a trace. If it has never appeared before, the hair on the right index finger of Su Ming also stops burning.

At the same time, the impact of these four weeks disappeared. In the absence of the force, Su Ming’s scattered hair fell and the clothes no longer danced. But he stood there, but it was like a mountain. At this moment, he looked cold and stared at it. The old man, whose hair is on his fingers, although he did not give off the slightest breath, but he saw the momentum at the time of his outburst, and the old man’s breathing was rushing.

She stared at Su Ming's right index finger, only to see that she had not seen this finger, but in her perception, she could not see the slightest clue, which is why she was somewhat contemptuous of the power of the gods. .

After all, she is a witch, not a barbarian. It is not an endorsement of the so-called sacred god.

She firmly believes that all cultivation is based on self-cultivation. The external force is stronger, and after all, it is external force. With her strength as a post-witch, she does not think that there are even external forces that can be grasped by the fragile sacrifices. Kill yourself in an instant.

But at this moment, her forehead sweated, and at that moment, when she saw the power of the sacred god, she had a feeling of horror, and under that breath, she even rebelled her mind. Can not rise, if completely suppressed, a blank in the brain, she has no doubt, if this Su Ming wants to kill himself, under that finger, she must not survive.

"Mother, let him go." When the old man was shocked, in the Su Ming cold cold to her, between the eyes flashing, surrounded by a moment of silence, a woman's voice, in this silence Reverberate.

It was a woman, a white woman who walked from a distance and stood next to the old lady. This woman, beautiful, looks like a shawl, she stood there, like a glimpse of autumn water.

She is the saint of the Haiqiu Department, Qiu Qiu.

Su Ming’s gaze swept over the white woman. He didn’t talk, but he stepped back and stepped back. It turned into Changhong and went straight to the night sky, and disappeared without a trace.

Until Su Ming left, the old man was still pale, and the moment of the power of the gods, the old man, was the memory and impact that was difficult to annihilate.

"It's Qiu Lulu, my mother-in-law." The beautiful woman, wrinkling her eyebrows at the moment, whispered softly, her heart also had vibration, the power of the gods, this is her first experience.

The old man was silent and shook his head after a moment. &*. . Com fastest update**

"A good power of the gods is that I have looked down on him. If you don't ask for this, I will do the same, feel the power of the gods, and perhaps help the breakthrough of the Zongze adults. Are you left?" The look of the old man was a bit complicated, and he took a look at the direction in which Su Ming left.

The woman nodded slightly, her right hand raised, and there was a slap-sized ancient mirror in her hand. There was a mist on the mirror. As the female left hand touched, the fog was all over. The inner mirror absorbs it, and a strong light emanates from the mirror, causing the illusion of the surrounding to be distorted.

Then, in the distorted, there was an illusory scene revealing, and a scene appeared. In the picture, it was Su Ming and the old man who did not really shoot each other. It was only a battle for the power of heaven and earth.

Lifelike, even the momentum and hegemony of the power of the sacred gods are clearly preserved.

"Unfortunately, the relationship with this Su Ming, since then, it is difficult to contact again, but also to bear the wrath of the Witch Lord..." White woman whispered.

"This Su Ming is not enough. If he does not have the power of the gods, he is the ants. It is not necessary to make a relationship with him. Moreover, you have not carried out the power of speculation before, and predicted him. This person is a life. There is nothing surprising, and it is a short-lived person. The only thing to care about is the Wrath of the Witch Lord... But if you have this thing, if you can help the improvement of Zongze’s adult, it’s worth it!” A flash, slowly said.

Until now, she did not care too much about Su Ming. What she cares about is the power of the gods that made her feel the death. In her opinion, if there is no power of the gods, Su Ming is indeed no different from the ants.

"But my mother-in-law, when the singer Su Ming launched the power of the gods, my perception has fluctuated. This Su Ming may not be as I predicted before, but..." The white woman's brow wrinkled.

"Well?" The old man stunned, before she stopped Su Ming, she was with Qiu Qiu and saw the other side predicting the future of Su Ming.

The process is extremely smooth, and the future of Su Ming is also relatively thorough. This person is a mediocrity, and it is the limit in the middle of the sacrifice, and will die in the disaster of the East.

But now, she couldn't help but be surprised to hear the hesitant words of Qiu Qiu.

"This person is very strange. I had a good success when I predicted it. Even if I predict it again at the moment, it will be equally smooth. The answer is the same.

However, when the power of this person is scattered, in the power of the powerful world, I suddenly feel uneasy in the distance, and once again predicted, but what is visible is a blur, even...what Did not see, they felt a crisis of death. "The white woman frowned and closed her eyes, as if she was feeling something."

"If it were my illusion, it was the future of this person who was disturbed by a powerful force, covered up, and revealed, it was deliberately let people see, not real!

If this is the case, then this person...we probably shouldn't offend..." Yan Qiu opened his eyes, and there was a trace of exhaustion and incomprehension in his eyes.

"The matter is here, don't care, I think this Su Ming is not what you said, just a cockroach ant." The old man was silent for a moment, slowly opening.

"Let's go, see me to Zongze adults." The old man said, turned and left, and Qiuqiu stood there looking at the direction of Su Ming's departure. The beautiful face still frowned, no longer predicting. But as the old man walked.

At this moment, in the shackles of the day, on the land belonging to the barbarian, between the icy world, the end of the silver frost, beyond the distant place of the Ghost and Taiwan Department, there is a place that looks like A huge tribe without borders.

The size of this tribe is wide, and the south is rare!

Here, it is one of the two major tribes of the Nanchen Barbarian, most of the cold!

At this moment, in the extremely luxurious penthouse, there was a person sitting cross-legged in a very luxurious attic. The man was wearing a blue gown, white-haired, thin and thin, and was closing his eyes and meditating.

For a long time, the old man slowly opened his eyes. At the moment he opened his eyes, his body immediately showed distortion and ripples. The whole body was quickly blurred and faint, as if on his current blurred body. Another person appeared.

It was a man wearing a robe and a crown, but although he could not see the detailed appearance, it was faintly visible that this was not an old man, but a middle-aged man.

This person has deep eyes and eyes that can penetrate the attic, penetrate the void, penetrate the endless distance, land on the distant Wu people, and fall in the temporary tribe where the Wu ethnic Mediterranean autumn is located. In the tribe, the body of Qiu Qiu.

"Women's anticipation... This magical ability can be seen under my interference, but I can still see some clues... But if you don't go deeper, I will spare you not to die!" The self-speaking, the right hand raised, there is a crane in the palm of his hand that was stacked with rice paper. The crane flew out and went straight to the sky along the window. After disappearing for nine days, the man closed his eyes.

At the moment when he closed his eyes, his body's blur and distortion suddenly disappeared, and it was not surprising that he was reborn as a white-haired old man in a blue gown.

Above nine days, the paper cranes flying out of the cold of the sky, with ripples outside the body, disappeared instantly, and appeared in the distant sky above Tianzhu.

In the war outside the city of Scorpio, there will be small-scale two-way shots. With the assembly of the Witch army, the barbarians come here every day from the warriors of various tribes and become the new power guardian of the Scorpio.

The huge stone monument in the city is extremely eye-catching, and the names that can be listed on it will be remembered, and the name will be spread and admired.

There is a name, now more than one hundred and seventy, called the moon wind, a single survivor from a small tribe.

The paper crane on the sky seemed to be undetectable. Its wings flashed and disappeared again. This time it appeared, on the edge of the South Morning Earth, where the Dead Sea spread.

The waves of the sea roared, and there were countless shadows in the sea. The seawater had already drowned the trapezoidal mountains of this place, and it was spreading to the land of the witches.

In the far-away black sea floor, I can see that there is a huge head with eyes wide open and coldly watching the south morning.

The paper crane on the sky, once again rushed, disappeared after it appeared, still above the Dead Sea, but this place is far away from the South Morning.

The sea below is endless, sparkling, and sometimes there is a tens of thousands of dragons leaping from the sea, roaring and wandering... Look carefully, there are countless endless seas... the dead sea beast, The direction in which they go is Nanchen!

On the sea, there is a huge floating object that looks like a corner left after a palace collapses. It goes with the waves and goes toward the south morning. Behind it, there are countless palace wrecks. ... There is such a wreckage. If the palace is connected to the plaque, there are several large characters.

"大虞天宫"

The font reveals vicissitudes... Around the wreckage, in addition to the countless dead sea beasts, there are seven or eight in the sea. The huge head reveals eyes on the sea. It seems that giants are on the bottom of the sea and move forward.

In the sky, the paper crane flashed and disappeared again. This time it appeared, there was a continent far below the South Morning...

On the mainland, in this position close to the Dead Sea, there are millions of people who are so many people. They sit there one by one, covering a wide area, and they can't see the end.

Their gaze is the South, the South where the South Morning is located!

"There are still ten years..."

The paper crane in the sky, once again flashing, disappeared after it appeared, still on this piece of the East China mainland, but it is in the other direction, there is the East of the East.

The entire land of the East was shrouded in a black mist, and there was no vitality in it. Only the screams and sorrows of screams and sorrows, the resurgence of the year round, when the paper crane appeared, suddenly slammed from the black fog. Take a huge hand and grab the paper crane.

"Zang Longzong, Da Ye Xianzong, Tianzhu Road, old man, come!"

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