Pursuit of the Truth

The demise of the emperor and the servants who were arranged to monitor Su Ming in the barbarian land were also shackled. All of this made the fate of Su Ming's arrangement change.

These are the roots of the fear of the old man. He knows a lot of things, but the more he understands, the more he fears. The only thing he can rely on now is that Su Ming has not yet recovered his true memory.

"I have enough patience, if you really don't want to talk about it." Su Ming's fingers again pressed on the old man's chest, and immediately the old man's body came out with a bang, visible to the naked eye, under his skin. Another whirlpool.

The whirlpools exploded in the rapid rotation, and the whirlwind rolled out from it. This pain caused the old man to tremble, and the sweat of the beans dripped.

"I don't have to know everything from you. What I want is torture for you, endless torture... In fact, there is no obvious hatred between you and me. Why do you?" Su Ming shook his head. The right hand lifted up and waved.

Immediately, the whirlwind in the body of the old man was more violent, and his internal organs were rolled up. For example, the body was smashed into a paste. This feeling of tearing made the old man scream.

Such screams, under the bright moon outside the Dongfu, lasted for most of the night, making the people of the valley within the valley clearly heard.

Until the sky is getting brighter, this scream is slowly weakening. Su Ming looks at the old man who is still shaking, and his right hand raises his finger. Immediately, the mountain clock is illusioned. After the old man is shrouded, the bell rang. .

This Zhongming heard the sound of the singer in the outside world, but the old man listened to it in that hour, but it was deafening. If there were countless people roaring, let his brain roar. The body is more trembling and more distance, even flesh and blood tears. The bones are going to collapse.

"I give you enough time to think clearly." Su Ming said slowly. Instead of paying attention to the old man, he calmly closed his eyes and was immersed in the warmth of the gods.

His **** has not appeared for a long time, if he wants to exert all his knowledge. It takes a while to warm up.

Time is in the warmth of the gods of Su Ming, slowly passing away. In the blink of an eye, this month, the entire valley of the people of the family. You can hear the bells from time to time. Sometimes I heard a scream of screaming.

For the torture of the old man, Su Ming is no longer a simple wind, but with the technology of lightning, with the inflammation of the fire, and then the curse.

It is not a one-time display, but a slow progress. When the other person adapts to the wind tear, he will add lightning throughout his flesh and blood. Let it bear the purgatory like a catastrophe.

When the old man got used to the thunder and the wind to tear, Su Ming added the inflammation of the fire, the burning inside and outside, the destruction of the meridians, the torture of flesh and blood, so that the old man had a kind of pain than death.

He wants to die, but he can't die, because in his body, the curse of Su Ming is not completely solved, but some remains. These curses can make them constantly weak, unable to blew themselves, and cannot die.

Coupled with the roar of Lushan Bell, this old man has almost suffered from the pain he has never experienced before in his life.

If it is not the return of Tiemu, such torture and the warmth of Su Ming’s own gods will continue for a long time, and he will not go out of Dongfu in a short time.

Ironwood, in the end, still can not escape the arrival of death, in the evening of this day, in the outside sky under the slight rain, closed his eyes.

Su Ming tried to treat, but it was already the iron wood with the light of the lamp, and there was no power to return to heaven.

Rain and rain, the rain in Jiuyin is not uncommon, and once it appears, it will last for several months. The whole world is awkward in this rainwater, and it is too far away.

Hundreds of people in the valley, all out of the Dongfu, at the bottom of the valley, watching lying there, covered by the people covered with rain and iron, he closed his eyes, calm, without too much pain, but instead There is a relief.

The surroundings are very quiet, even if there is a crying sound, it is covered up by the rain.

Su Ming also walked out of Dongfu, standing next to the body of Tiemu, looking at the familiar face in front of him. The past events of the past emerged in memory. Although there is not much contact, it can also be called an old man.

Su Ming saw a lot of life and death, but this time it was a bit different. Looking at Tiemu, Su Ming’s eyes showed a scene of the past.

Nan Gongzi stood beside Su Ming and looked sad. This kind of thing he has experienced many times in these fifteen years. He thought he could be numb, but at the moment he found that he could not be numb, how can he be numb...

"Ironwood predecessors could have gone out in the same year...but in order to let their tribes go first, they could not leave because of the collapse of the formation.

In the past fifteen years, with the death of other predecessors, until five years ago, only the ironwood predecessors had left a witch, until now... he also returned. "The Nangong whispered softly and whispered.

Next to the body of Tiemu, there was a young man. This young man looked sad. He was the boy who was carrying Nangong in the same year. His right arm had been lost. He was there and his tears flowed down.

"Send the ironwood predecessor!" Nangong marks a moment of silence, slowly opening.

With his words, all the people around the family, all of them worshipped and looked sad, and the rain sprinkled on everyone, very cold, but no one avoided.

Around the iron wood, two people came out and picked up the body of the iron wood, step by step, along the road of the valley, and walked toward the distance.

The young man shed tears and followed, and Nangong traced his eyes and looked at Su Ming.

In the silence of Su Ming, facing the rain, together with the worship of the people of the Ming Dynasty, they walked toward the depths of the valley.

In the depths of this valley, it is the altar of the animal bones, and it is also the person who lives the family. In the fifteen years, the bones of the dead people...

The piece of sensational bones, a stone tablet with the words inscribed in it, is not a gloomy, but a deep sorrow.

This sad Su Ming feels not profound, but in the Nangong Memorial, every time he comes to this place, his heart will be deeply stabbed.

I buried the iron wood, erected a stone monument on the grave, engraved the name of the name and the life of the family, and engraved the record of his life, the Nangong trace worshipped silently, with grief, turned and left.

Su Ming’s gaze swept through the land of the altar, and the rain was even bigger. In the middle of it, he saw the innumerable souls in the ruthlessness. In the fifteen years of protecting the valley people, one by one came to the market...

The return of Tiemu, the sorrow of the sorrowfulness of the whole family, made everyone whispered in the next few days.

The rain outside is getting bigger and bigger as time goes by. The sound of snoring always exists, the rain and fog cover the surrounding area, and the shackles are getting more and more blurred. It seems to connect the sky and the earth and become a rain curtain.

Su Ming was in his Dongfu, listening to the sound of the rain outside, and continued to immerse in the meditation. The torture of the Emperor of Heaven has continued and has not stopped.

The death of Tiemu is not too big for his touch. The same is true of the grief that lingers here. After all, for him, this is not where he has lived for fifteen years, and there is not much memory left.

But he doesn't know why, but his heart is a sense of oppression.

"It’s hard to return home, to bury your bones... Even if it’s a post-Wu Zun, it’s hard to decide what happened to him... He’s fine, at least he knows where his hometown is, and he knows where his hometown is.

However, my hometown is there... Wushan, where is it... or, Wushan is not my real hometown...

Agong once told me that I want to go to Jiemanshan. Su Ming murmured, and his eyes became confused. The scene of Wushan came to his eyes and gradually blurred.

Time passed again, and slowly passed for another month. The warmth of Su Mingyuan’s **** gradually reached a satisfactory level in the two months.

With the end of the warmth of the Yuanshen, his knowledge of the gods has reached the peak of today. Once spread, although it can not cover a million ranges, but for the Red Dragon, for the soul of the poisonous corpse, for the body of Yao Yunhai, but It is sensed.

On this day, Su Ming’s knees were dignified, his gods slowly dispersed, and when he was filled with the eight sides, his focus was on the induction of the red dragon and the scorpion and the poisonous corpse. Gradually, his expression was gloomy. .

The cover of his knowledge made Su Ming's consciousness spread. As he came out and called, slowly, the first response was a wave from the West.

The volatility is very weak. In the moment of touching with Su Ming’s gods, Su Ming’s brain is blurred, and there is a faint picture.

In that picture, there is a huge palace built on top of a mountain. There are eight huge statues in the palace. On the ground in the middle of the statue, there is a scorpion and a scorpion, and its limbs are iron. The chain is locked and nailed deep into the ground.

In response to Su Ming's fluctuations, it is not this statue, nor the skeleton, but the totem that is on the ground where the skeleton is located!

The totem bulging, hovering around the ground, it looks like a lot of red dragons! !

However, its color is not red, but it is a lot of gloom. The look is painful and motionless. If you look carefully, you can find that these eight statues are like a crack, and they are on the totem of the red dragon. As for the tibial chain in the middle. It is nailed to the position of the earth, and it is the leader of this red dragon!

The picture in Su Ming’s mind, after the flashing scene reveals this scene, disappears without a shadow, and then appears, is a new face change, the picture is a swamp land, in the depths of the swamp, a piece There was a pair of green eyes flashing in the darkness, and it seemed that there was a low-pitched transmission, and the picture disappeared.

Su Ming’s eyes slammed open, and there was a cold light inside.

"Yin Ling!!" The body suddenly stood up, leaving a sense of God here, and stepped outside the cave, the figure disappeared.

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1, the Internet cafe computer input method is not familiar to me, the vocabulary is also unfamiliar, almost every ten words are looking for some, gas want to smash the keyboard! ! ! Import and export is also useless!

Thoughts are severely short-circuited, writing very slowly, ten words and one card, I have the urge to open! !

2, there is activity tonight, I will go around 8 o'clock.

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