Pursuit of the Truth

Another unknown year, a white robe of Su Ming, a calm step by step, to the place where the sound of the horn came, came to the back of the snake dragon, stood on a scale, A moment of bowing, at the moment of returning to the body, his look changed from numbness to unbelievable...···

Countless times, Su Ming stood with the numb expression, standing on the scales of the mountain snake dragon, sitting on the knees and knees, he saw the writing on the scales, his look was sharp The vibration, his right hand trembled and lifted, before the body dissipated, engraved a line of writing...

Once, once, once...

Repeatedly, recurrent, every wake up, the end of the road is dead, or die in other undead souls, or die on this snake dragon statue······

The only thing he has to gain is that the snake's scales are more and more, and each line of writing represents a death until all the scales are engraved until all the scales have more than five elements of their own. ····

Wake up after every death, the memory is vague, there is no point to stay, if it is completely erased, continue the cycle of the cycle. "" / "" /

If there is no line of writing, perhaps Su Ming has really been indulged... In this undead, eternal life, it is difficult to wake up, immersed in the constant reincarnation, from struggling, from roaring, to one Kind of inner numbness.

This is a cage. The birds feel that they have already flown out again and again, but at the moment of death, they suddenly realize that they are still in this cage.

Only in the moment that every time he dissipated on the snake dragon, Su Ming would think of everything, like an illusory dream. Only when he wakes up, he will be embarrassed, but only when he appears, the dream is no longer... ···

Relying on that line of writing, Su Ming let himself not forget to let his will not be dissipated in repeated deaths, let himself ... insist, even if the direction of this persistence is blurred, even if everything may not have an answer.

Until I did not know how many times until there was one time, Su Ming, who came to the scales of the snake dragon, the scale he was in, was the one where the five lines were written.

Look at the lines above the lines, look at the handwriting that I did not know many years ago, left in a certain reincarnation, don't swallow any unspeakable words Su Ming's heart shaking, his body is dissipating He gave a cry of unwillingness in the sky.

Under this squat, his right hand slammed toward the scales of the earth before dissipating. This time, he left no words, but painted a rune mark on the scales.

This is the role of the array of the array method in the inheritance of the red Luo after the restoration of all the memories. It can generate vibration and expand the sound indefinitely to form a burst of echo. Resounding between heaven and earth.

According to the inheritance of Red Luo in Su Ming’s memory, if this array is unfolded in an open place, the echo can be maintained for a month. In this month, even in faraway places, it can still be vaguely heard. .

It’s just that this method is a huge sum of Su Ming’s engravings. It’s less than one hundred of them. The end of the entire framework of the array is far from enough.

But this time Su Ming just carved one of the hundred, but he still has the next time. As time goes by, Su Ming repeats again and again. Every time he wakes up before death, he will remember everything. To complete the framework of the law.

There is a mistake in the place where the scales of the knees are not in line with the structure of the formation, but in this undead, in the countless cycles and repetitions, there is finally one time, Su Ming is coming to this snake On the dragon body, the moment he was awake before death, he carved the last stroke of this battle!

After this method was completely completed at this time, Su Ming opened the array in the moment of dissipating the body, and used his strongest voice in his life to utter a word.

"Don't swallow any undead, don't swallow one..."

At the same time as this sound came out, at the moment when Su Ming’s body dissipated, this snake dragon’s body Su Ming tried numerous times, and the final structure of the formation was violently running, expanding Su Ming’s words infinitely toward all directions. The bombardment and blasting out, the sound is like a wave, endlessly back in this world.

Between the heavens and the earth, on a white land, the breeding mist was once again condensed out of Su Ming’s figure ten days after Su Ming’s death.

His figure gradually became a reality from the illusion, gray eyes, staring blankly, his memory was blank.

Looking at the gray sky, there is no thought in his mind, like when I first went to see the sky, I was staring at it. Around him, slowly there was some fog appearing, condensing some undead souls, Su Ming in many undead souls, it looks very ordinary, there is no difference.

Those new undead souls, after the body condensed, slowly raised their heads and looked at the gray sky as if they were waiting for something.

Until the sky came up with a soaring horn, this sound was introduced into Su Ming’s mind, letting his body vibrate, slowly lowering his head and the group of undead souls around him, toward the place where the horn sounded. Going away.

This kind of action, Su Ming does not know here, he has repeated countless times ······

But this time, Su Ming was in the undead souls, and after less than a day, in the vast heavens and the earth, in addition to the sobs of the horns, there was a roaring voice in this heaven and earth. Over.

"Don't swallow any undead, don't swallow one. `····"

This voice echoed, passed into Su Ming’s ear, and also into the ears of those who were not dead. Su Ming’s figure was paused, and he looked up slightly and looked at the sky. After hesitating for a while, he did not hear it. In general, and other undead souls are turned a deaf ear, continue to float.

As time passed, another round of the souls of this group of undead souls whispered and rushed to other companions around them, and repeated repeated engulfing.

This time, including Su Ming, his gray eyes showed madness, violently turned, and rushed to the side of a stunned undead soul, instinctively ready to devour a moment to force himself, the sky, like before death. With a resentful roar, I came again.

"Don't swallow any undead soul, don't swallow one..." This voice has appeared many times in this period, and it is slowly weaker. At this moment, it reverberates and falls into the heart of Su Ming. Let Su Ming prepare to swallow, and once again.

His grey eyes were struggling. In his empty mind, nothing originally existed, but now the low-pitched words are reverberating. He grabs the undead hand and slowly releases it.

He doesn't know why. He feels familiar with the sound coming from the sky...

As he let go of the undead soul, the other powerful souls around him were swallowed up, and after they had become stronger, they rose up.

The sound of this sound was introduced into Su Ming's ear, and he struggled again. This time it took a long time to struggle until his struggle was over. When he looked around, there was no undead presence around him.

The undead souls that have been born with him have already gone in groups. Only Su Ming struggled there, and a lonely person stayed here. For other undead souls, they would not care about Su Ming. To stay, they just follow the call of the horn, and continue to move toward that position.

In the vast land, Su Ming stood there alone, looking blank. After a long time, he lowered his head and slowly drifted forward.

The word probabilistic expresses an accident, a change in calmness. Its appearance is often not man-made. As in chance, in the same fluctuations of countless times, there is such a possibility that there will be differences. Fluctuation...

In this undead, the same is true. Su Ming does not know how many times he has reincarnation. Even this problem does not exist in his mind.

Even if this is the first hundred thousand wakes, it seems to him that this is his first time to wake up.

This time, the difference in awakening, he could not detect, only to see his hundreds of thousands of deaths and wakes, can you see that this time is different.

This time, because of the existence of the voice, Su Ming did not devouring other undead souls. He walked stunned until the voice no longer existed. Until the time passed, he was still floating, on the way. Did not encounter any other undead soul!

This is the first time in countless years of waking in countless times!

Half a month of gloating, Su Ming's gray is getting thicker and thicker, but from the depths of his heart, there is a feeling of hunger and weakness. He sometimes looks around and looks for him not to The source of weakness and hunger.

He has seen it, but every time he sees it, the voice that has been scattered in his mind will faintly reverberate, making Su Ming’s struggles more and more intense.

He is eager to swallow, but the sound that makes him familiar does not let him swallow, even as time goes by, he gradually feels faint, he himself... can't devour other undead souls.

Until when he struggled to the extreme, when he saw more than a dozen undead souls on this white land, Su Ming couldn't stand the kind of ** that he wanted to swallow. He rushed away.

These more than a dozen undead souls are obviously just new, and there is no such thing as the slightest wisdom. One of them is about to be swallowed by Su Ming, and Su Ming’s look is intensely struggling. He is low-key and his eyes are not gray. But with purple, he struggled to give up the swallow, but his right hand raised a fist in the head of this undead soul, and broke the body of this undead soul.

At the moment of the death of this undead soul, Su Ming’s brain suddenly had a roar, and a tearful pain came from him. In the pain, Su Ming’s eyes appeared clear.

"I am Su Ming!"

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