Pursuit of the Truth

At the moment when Su Ming’s finger pressed his left eye, the world in the eyes of Su Ming’s eyes became red. As his hand wiped his right eye, the whole world of Su Ming became a blood red.

Bright as blood, burning like a fire!

This **** fire was fired by Su Ming, and a thick flame erupted from Su Ming’s body. This flame did not have the momentum of the huge sea of ​​the sea, but it filled the body of Su Ming. So that Su Ming's hair flutters, so that he stands there, when he looks up, he gives a sense of perseverance that does not move in the face of the sky. //**//

"I am a savage inheritance, and I will also worship the moon. I will also be there!" Su Ming stood there, raising his hands and holding his fist to the sky in the ninth month, a sigh of worship.

Under this prayer, the ninth month of the sky appeared to be distorted, and there was an overlapping virtual shadow.

The palm of the sea of ​​fire that screamed toward Su Ming was even more trembled. It seemed that he could not bear the worship of Su Ming. In the process of coming, there were signs of extinction.

Not far away, the bat-sacred gold line people, now stunned, a roar in the brain, revealing an incredible stunned, Su Ming's powerful, he knows well, according to the truth, no matter what Su Ming launched a supernatural power to confront He does not have such a continuous change of look, but he did not expect that Su Ming used to fight against this fire, it is the same as the moon! !

This is something he can't predict in any case. This almost subverts his thoughts. This technique of worshipping the moon is the rumor of their bat saints. Only the gold line talents are possible to master, and the foreigners are simply difficult. obtain.

This is the ancestor of the bat saints who worshiped them, and the method passed down by themselves is the sacredness of their bat saints! !

At this moment, in front of him, he saw Su Ming's exhibition with his own eyes, even when Su Ming showed this technique, let the jins of the bat saint have an illusion. It seems that this technique of worshipping the moon is performed at Su Ming. , be more orthodox than yourself! !

To know that he is using this technique, he needs to borrow the power of the ancestors, and he can't do it. And most importantly, he will only worship the moon, and will not ignite! !

Blood and fire are burning, and only the elders and patriarchs of their family can be given the practice of the ancestors. This is the most powerful technique of their bat saints.

If this is the only way, let the bat-sacred gold line people feel that the will is going to collapse. It is Su Ming’s breath that ignited after the **** fire in the ninth month of the sky. And the feeling that the Golden Line people seem to face the statues of the ancestors on the Wanli Mountain in the family, from the depths of the heart, breeds awe and fear. //

"Who are you, who are you, why do you pass the sacred ancestors of the bats of the sacred ancestors!!" The sect of the sacred sect of the sacred family, almost collapsed, his body quickly receded backwards.

"What do you mean by this month, for the people of the fire, the rumors of the gods. Who are you?" Su Ming looks cold and takes a step forward, and the gods are scattered, forming a pressure, by himself. After the **** fire, the momentum of the fire directly went to the gold line people to oppress.

"I am a bat sacred family..." The Golden Line people are about to speak, and they are immediately interrupted by Su Ming's words.

"The technique of worshipping the moon, I am a rumor, the only fire in the world, you come to ask me?" Su Ming sneered and discourse came out with the pressure.

"The appearance of the bat saint is very similar to the moon wing. I really want to know, what is your connection with the moon wing?" Su Ming took a step.

"What are you talking about, the ancestors of the ancestors, how can this be done?" Su Ming’s words continued, and he did not give too much time to think about the golden line people who had retreated in that section. With his powerful knowledge. The pressure of power, in this golden line of people at the moment of confusion, continuous questioning!

"How did your bat saints enshrine this so-called ancestor?"

"The technique of repairing your fire is not comprehensive, only part of it, can you ignite?"

"I am not only practicing the art of fire, but also dare to display it in front of me. I don’t want to say anything about it. Who made you make a big move?" Su Ming repeatedly asked a few different words, his voice suddenly became bigger. Almost thunder, asked a question!

"Who is it, let you come!!" Su Ming's words, such as the roar of the thunder, let the bat-sacred gold line people who were successively asked by Su Ming and oppressed by the gods, eventually collapsed.

"It’s the ancestor of the ancestors..." His retreat, his mind, and Su Ming’s thunderous discourse, let him have the feeling that he has to answer, it seems that there is such a will to come to him, let He can't resist.

"Where is the ancestors!" Su Ming came forward again, and the voice was louder.

"Wanli Mountain..."

"When are you enshrined by your family!" Su Ming is constantly approaching, and his voice is getting louder and louder, which makes the Golden Line people bleed in the collapse of their will.

"A long, long time... I don't know... ah..." The Golden Line people finally couldn't stand it, and made a scream of screaming, holding the head with both hands, and the whole man galloped back, screaming, his His eyes are blurred, his mouth is overflowing with blood. His voice in the mind is echoing at this moment, and it is getting louder and louder, and it seems to collapse his mind.

Su Ming stopped and looked at the bat saint who had retreated. He took back the savage atmosphere of the gods and blood fires. The right hand lifted up and waved at the golden line. Behind the gold line people who collapsed consciousness, there suddenly appeared a huge shadow, which is a beast of candle and yin!

It opened its mouth and swallowed it, and swallowed the golden line of people. The virtual shadow dissipated and turned into a small snake. It went straight to Su Ming, and smacked on its shoulders, sometimes spit out the core.

Su Ming frowned and stood in the air for a moment.

"It's not the wind..." According to the sacred saints, this so-called ancestor was enshrined for a long time, and some time could not match, but the specific time depends on the time when the world is not dead. How many years old.

Wan Lishan······” Su Ming Shen Yizhong felt that the name seemed familiar, but he couldn’t think of it. In the end, he was familiar with it. In thinking about it, Su Ming turned and walked toward the valley where the witches were.

Until his eyes saw the valley where the Witch lived in the distant land, he never thought of why Wanlishan was familiar, but he could be sure that he had never heard of the name of the mountain.

When Su Ming returned to the valley, he was greatly welcomed. All the remaining Wolverines all walked out of Dongfu. After seeing Su Ming, everyone worshipped.

"I am waiting for the abandoned person, claiming to be a family, and seeing the adults of Mexico!"

Hundreds of people worship, hundreds of voices are combined, and the sound waves are formed. This voice reveals a sincere and grateful, and more fanatical reverence.

For them, the emergence of Su Ming, such as a bright light in the dark, such as a glimmer of hope in despair.

Su Ming’s body slowly descended from the air, standing in front of the group of self-proclaimed people, watching the group of ragged, mostly scrawny people, watching their excitement and respect.

“Why do you claim to be a family?” Su Ming asked calmly.

"Abandoned by the Witch, there is no future, no hope, it is better to create the future, to grasp the hope of yourself, such as mastering your own destiny, so ... claiming to be a family!" Nangong marks are also half-way there, looking up at the moment, a firm opening .

Su Ming is silent, his eyes are seen again on this person. In the eyes he sees, in addition to fanaticism and respect, there is a kind of attachment like a flame. This attachment is eager to master his own destiny, eager to become a fate. The strong, let the witches who abandoned them know that they will no longer need anyone to pity and rescue, they are the family!

There are very few old people in these people. Apart from the young, there are more and more young children. These children were born here. Their witches are just a name in their thoughts. They have witnessed the death of a clan from an early age. Although they are still children, they look at Su Ming’s eyes, and they are as passionate and reverent, and they are full of persistence!

This is a population that has been forced by fate. This is a population that has nothing to do with the witches since then, and has a will of the Wu people!

This will is still weak now, but if you give the family enough time to grow, once this will eventually grow up, then this population will become terrible!

"I will wait for the ink to be the master, and then obey the life of the only ink!" Nangong traces a bite, when he opens his mouth, all the people behind him who worshipped there have all heard the same voice.

"I will wait for the worship of the ink, and obey!"

This sound is like a raging wave, echoing all directions, and it will not scatter for a long time.

"If the family has the Lord, can it be called a life?" Su Ming is silent, slowly open after a long while.

"I will wait for the ink to be the Holy Spirit. I wish to worship the statue of Mozun, eternal life forever, for generations!" Nangong traced a meal, and then spoke again.

“How many years have you passed since I disappeared?” Su Ming avoided the request of Nangongmark and asked what he wanted to know.

"Since the disappearance of Mozun, it has been 15 years now..." Nangong said in a low voice.

"Wucheng is turned into a ruin. The terrain changes in a million miles. Are you left here, and did the other people of that year leave? Here, what happened in the past fifteen years?" Su Ming looked solemnly, watching To the south palace mark, this is the ultimate goal of his coming to the valley here!

Nan Gongzhen looked bitter and bitter, and after a moment of silence, he slowly opened his mouth.

"Five fifteen years ago, after the disappearance of Mozun three months..." Nangong traced just said here, suddenly, the little snake on the shoulder of Su Ming, raised his head fiercely, his eyes closed open, revealing At the same time of the cold light, a sharp slap was made, and his gaze was fierce. It was this valley that was closed, and a closed cave house!

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