Pursuit of the Truth

Su Ming still walks, step by step, walks through the gullies of the earth in this midair, walks into the core of the bat sacra, and walks to the peak of the mountain.

There, he saw a stone monument that towered high and looked like a mountain peak. It was engraved with a lot of text. Under the stone tablet, an old man was sitting cross-legged.

The old man was ragged, with a mess of hair, could not see the look, and lowered his head, as if meditating.

"Ten thousands of years ago, the sacred spirits of the sacred mountains and sects opened up the barbarian land, created their own methods in the world, achieved the barbaric general trend, built the great dynasty dynasty, worshipped the 10,000 people, and the ancestors of all ethnic groups required the consent of the gods... Go, leave the legacy to the world...

There is a scholar named Yangshan, the font size is 魄, in the Daxu dynasty, the meaning of the sacred god, the inheritance of the original repair, not half of it... called the second generation of the gods!

The evil spirits are unwilling, the catastrophe re-emerges, and the meaning of the morning is so that the barbarian land is torn apart, and the mountains are buried in the five continents..." The voice of the vicissitudes of life, echoing on this mountain, Su Ming stood in front of the old man who looked down , heard in silence.

With the words of the old man, the handwriting on the stone behind him is slowly dissipating. The words are clear, but they are vaguely looked at, and I don’t know what to write.

At this moment, Su Ming can confirm that the judgment of Wanli Mountain before his arrival is correct. He always remembers the body of the dead barbarian he met in the body of the candle, and the words spoken in his mouth, though I only said half of it, but the one that finally spit out made Su Ming guess after hearing the word Wan Lishan.

"After ten thousand years, Yu was born to the East, and he was able to accept the meaning of the sacred god. He went through the dangers and finally reached the big shackles. He saw what he heard and heard. However, he could not be the second generation, but he called it the third generation. Asking yourself is not enough to become a god... looking for the traces of the ancestors, buried in the Jiuyin world...

Today, I think I am awake. But after all, it didn't mean..." The voice of the vicissitudes of life gradually dissipated, and the old man sitting on the knees next to the stone tablet slowly raised his head at this moment.

It is a very common face, but there are traces of the years, the old look, let people have a moment to see the time, the feeling of the sea.

"I know I can see you." The old man looked at Su Ming, a calm opening.

Su Ming looked at the old man in front of him. Did not speak.

"The difference is that you are being brought in. Or you come by yourself. If you are brought in, you are not worthy of the repair of my barbarian. It is not enough to create a savage image!

It is better to stay, become the soul of my barbarian, and permanently sink.

If you come by yourself. It can be passed down by me..." The old man said slowly, and the barbarian pattern appeared on his face, and the pattern was in the eyebrows, and it looked like a burning moon!

"After my will is gone, I will send my soul back to Daxu, my soul will return to my place, and I will become a barbarian in the repair of the barbarian.

After the savage soul, the blood suddenly changes. Blood, bones, and souls are all perfected. If everything is perfect inside and outside, it is not the body but the life!

Breaking the life. Looking for the path that you lack, this is a lack of life!

Knowing your own defects, such as knowing the regrets of the heavens and the earth, such as understanding the changes in the world, this is the life palace!

God's main life palace. Huamang is endless and can lead to the power of the boundary. This is the fate!

Life, lack of life, life palace, life, this is the soul of the barbarian, the road to repair the barbarian life, if you step into the path of life! "The old man looked at Su Ming, the words spread, and the voice echoed, but Su Ming still stood there, only listening."

"There is a lack of fire in the rest of the life. Therefore, the road to repairing absorbs all the fires in the heavens and the earth. However, it is finally discovered that the fire is not yang, but the inflammation of the cathode...

This inflammation only exists in the month, so worship the moon, called the repair of the fire!

However, if you can't participate in the moonfire, your feelings are not affected by the inflammatory yin, your own will is turned into yin and yang, one is the fire, and the other is the sacred god. If the sky is black and sorrowful, the bitter sorrower keeps the heavens, and why ......

Throughout life, there are countless creations, and finally the sacred sacred sacred device, sadness, sorrow, bitterness, greed..." Your old man looked at Su Ming, and his voice uttered endless emotions.

The handwriting of the stone tablet behind him has dissipated most of the time, and soon there will be no writing at all.

"Three generations of sacred gods, Li Shanhuo, squatting in front of the sky, closing the eyes of the rest... If the future generations are my people, don't forget the road... The stone monument behind them is a generation of sacred gods, but... the three generations are... ..."

When the old man finished this sentence, the last line of writing on the stone tablet behind him turned into a blur, and eventually dissipated. The whole stone tablet was seen at the moment, and it was empty.

As the stone tablet was completely dissipated, this in front of Su Ming, watching his murmurous old man, his face also appeared decay, gradually disappeared in the eyes of Su Ming.

At this moment, the wind blows softly, blowing the old man’s body, rolling his ash, and drifting away from the distance. Only in the place where the old man is lying, the wind is blowing at the moment, it is three circles on the ground. The shape of the beads, the color of this bead is dim, but it reveals a strange singularity that seems to be able to devour the light, it is conspicuous.

The old man, who has already died, may have lost his soul, perhaps a touch of will, perhaps a different kind of existence, but no matter what, he has died for many years.

So Su Ming has never spoken. He has already seen that the old man had seen his own eyes before, and his pupil did not have his own figure.

At that moment, he understood that what the other party saw was that I did not know how many years ago, not myself.

The so-called awakening, Su Ming does not understand, but when he stood on this mountain, and saw the moment of the old man, what he saw was only the three beads that existed on the ground today.

As for the old man, it is illusory, translucent, floating on these three beads, such as the illusion of a scene left in the years, the only request to say those words, inheritance belongs to the legacy of the gods...

At the same time, in this moment the old man dissipated, in the moment when the stone tablet was scattered, the mountains and the mountains, the ground gully, and the bats of the sacred people who existed in countless cracks, trembled one by one, gradually smashed, and at the time of shrinking The human form changes and eventually turns into a bat. In this sky, it circulates a few times. If it covers the sky, it will make a sound, and for a long time, it will gradually return to the gully of the earth, and will disappear in groups.

As they dissipated, the mountain where Su Ming was located, the vibration came out, slowly sinking, and looked like it, going back to the depths of the earth, as it was when it appeared.

Su Ming stood on the mountain and felt the sinking of the mountain and closed his eyes.

He came here this trip, although he did not find the inner answer, but he still found the answer.

"After the sorrowful soul, life, lack of life, life palace, life, this is the road to life..." Su Ming raised his hand with a large sleeve, rolled the three beads on the ground, and the stone tablet, After they were in the storage bag, he opened his eyes, glanced at the ground where the old man dissipated, turned and walked toward the sky.

After he left the mountain, the mountain sank and sank, and eventually disappeared on the ground. The gully on the ground re-closed, gradually gradually across the ground, and there was no gap.

Su Ming was in the air and looked a little embarrassed. It took a long time to recover.

What he saw was an illusion and a discourse left before the death of the three great gods. This slang may have been heard in the body of the candle, but why did he appear in the candle? In the body, why did he not take the three beads of the three generations of the gods, this is a suspense, Su Ming can not think of results.

"A generation of sacred gods, three generations to do it... The words on the stone are dissipated, I am afraid this is the reason. Only three generations..." Su Ming turned and walked in the direction of the valley of the people, the footsteps in the air can It reveals the weight of its heart.

"Three generations do everything..." Su Ming murmured, he could imagine, in the endless years, when the barbarian land was still not broken, on the sky of the Dagu dynasty, a tall figure with his armpit The man went to the sky, and before he left, he turned his head and glanced at the earth.

"Three generations!"

"It is not the same as the generation of the sacred gods. The so-called Da Yu dynasty, the so-called barbarian people, is not important. He has risen with the barbarians, leaving the sacred songs to be praised by future generations, but he is impossible. The eternal guardian barbarian can extend the legacy of the three generations. It is his last farewell. If anyone in these three generations can surpass it, then the legacy will continue. If no one surpasses, the barbarian... no longer his concern. The land." Su Ming's eyes gradually clear, he suddenly understood that a generation of sacred gods this life, afraid that it will not return to the barbarians.

Su Ming shook his head and disappeared into the darkness of the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, outside the Jiuyin world, in the Nanchen land of the barbarian and the witches, they are experiencing a terrible catastrophe. This catastrophe has been unable to hide. It has been known to the practitioners of the whole continent in these years.

The disaster of the East!

The disaster should have arrived a few years ago, and it has been postponed by the methods of the witches and barbarians. But now, no way can stop the disaster.

In the east of the South, the sea is roaring, the waves are soaring, and a lot of seawater has flooded the half of the Wu people. Under the vast sea, countless mountains have sunk into the sea, and many more creatures have lost in this disaster. Everything.

There are countless fierce beasts in the sea, and the half of the sea giants who are exposed to the outside of the skull. At this moment, along with the sea, they are stepping on the land of the witches and walking forward.

The sea is roaring and boundless. If you stand on the edge of the mainland where the Witch is submerged, you can see that there is a huge dark shadow in a place that is not far away. The shadow seems to have no end. This is a majestic The mainland, a continent called the East China! !

It is finally here!

Waiting for the South Morning will be a real disaster that is more serious than the current seawater spread, and even impossible to compare. It is... the impact of two continents! !

There must be one piece that will collapse and split!

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