Pursuit of the Truth

The third volume is named after the 555th chapter of Simaxin! (fourth more)

The choices of each tribe are different. The choice of the Ta's family is to give up decisively after discovering that they cannot obtain Su Ming's arm, and exchange life for the possibility of tribal freedom. (-<

The staunchness of the **** department allowed them to choose sacrifices, use their sacrifices, use their only deaths to grasp the struggle for this destiny, send Su Ming to create, leave a glimpse of the remnants of the outside world, perhaps The incense that continues.

The Ghost and Taiwan Department, in such a transaction, pleads with Su Ming for the life of the entire tribe. In the worship, I hope to get Su Ming’s arm.

They are not willing to consider whether Su Ming can successfully kill Sima Xin. They are afraid that even if Sima Xin is really dead, before death, it is enough to let all those who have been bred to die.

They are even more afraid. Su Ming died in the hands of Sima Xin. As a result, waiting for the fate of their ghosts and Taiwan will be even more miserable.

They only want one freedom, in accordance with the life of Sima Xin, in exchange for freedom with Su Ming's limbs.

Looking at the people in the ghost department, Su Ming thought of the second brother...

In his silence, the other side said that Lei Chen was there, and he also had a great shock to Su Ming.

"Freedom is to get it by yourself, and it will be truly obtained." After a long while, Su Ming calmly opened his mouth.

"Please enlighten adults, we just want freedom, I..." The patriarch of the Ghost and Taiwan Department looked at Su Ming. He also knew that this request was excessive, but he could not think of a better way.

Su Ming did not pay attention to this ghost Taiwan tribe. The other party did not shoot, and he would not start killing. He walked toward the sky, his right hand raised, and the long gun flashed purple.

"Adult!!!" The ghost Taiwanese patriarch stood up and shouted at Su Ming, tears in his eyes, and his face was sad.

"I beg you, pity the children of my department, they are still small, but their bodies also have the sorrow of Sima Xin, they have no future, my ghosts are outside, there are no people, all are here, or Die, or numb to survive -<

I beg you, help us, this grace, my ghost department will never forget! ! ”

"Adult, my ghost department has been rubbing against you many years ago, but this is a thing of the past. Now I have only these people in our department. We can't go out, but I hope that the children of the tribe and the young people can get freedom. I can let my ghost department continue!"

The patriarch of the Ghost and Taiwan Department sighed and bowed to Su Ming. All the ghosts and tribes behind him, in silence, one bitter bitter, screamed.

The cry of the child came, the tears of the old man shed, and the women shed tears silently.

Su Ming’s footsteps were in the air and continued to the sky. The purple pistol in his hand was more intense. The murder of Sima Xin in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger.

This game in Sima Xinkou, let Su Ming bear the test of human nature, let him kill is not, do not kill ... not even!

Sometimes it is difficult to make a choice, but the harder one is that there is no choice!

Seeing that Su Ming raised his right hand long gun, he had to blast the sixth layer of the sky. On the ground, the patriarch of the ghost department called the voice of despair, and the words were sobbing!

"Adult, this sixth layer is no better than the bottom. Sima Xin will control my life in this sky. If this sky collapses, we will all die immediately. Everyone, all the people, will all die when you break the curtain. In front of you.

This is our life..."

Su Ming was silent, his gun tip had touched the barrier of this sky, and a trace of life-changing breath was integrated into the sky, and there was a trace of the connection with the ghost Taiwan tribe.

Here, indeed, as the other party said, once the sky is broken, they will die.

"Sima Xin, when you were in the past, I tried to break my mind with Bai Su, so I planted you... Nowadays, the method changes, and I am hesitant to use this kind of Tianmen, thus achieving a similar effect." Su Ming closed The eye, but the long gun in his hand, after this meal, smashed a shot at the sky!

The roar of the gun, the earth-shattering, let the sky appear with a fine crack, even after the cracks are connected to each other, forming a fragment, in the roar of the roar, at the tip of Su Ming At the moment, suddenly burst!

"Sometimes, death is a kind of freedom..." Su Ming closed his eyes. Under him, the ghosts and tribes who worshipped where they were, now with the tearing of the sky, trembling one by one, the body suddenly burst Open, there are a lot of red lines in the body exploding, and with the death of one by one, those red lines condense in the air, forming a vague figure.

This figure looks similar to Sima Xin.

He looked at Su Ming and suddenly laughed. His laughter was soft and it made people feel uncomfortable after hearing it.

"You really are a kind of person with me. I intended that if you really gave them their arms, then I will give them freedom as promised, but freedom is death!

Because I also think that sometimes, death is freedom!

You are very good, very good... I am waiting for you on the ninth floor, there are two layers, you have to be faster, otherwise, you will face the same choice when you meet Bai Su... I see you at that time, How to choose? ”

At the time of this speech, the blurred figure of this bloodshot suddenly spread, and the bloodshots were turned into blood, and they fell on the earth. Su Ming’s eyes flashed, and the killing of Sima Xin became his life. It is now strong.

He turned silently and stepped on the seventh floor!

The killing of Haotian, killing the sky in this seventh layer, all this, just because Su Ming stepped into the seventh floor, the entire seventh layer reverberated, Sima Xin’s words.

"If he goes to the eighth floor, you will all die!"

The killings began in this way. There was no rhetoric. Some were just heavy breathing. Some were just endless magical powers. Su Ming, surrounded by five hundred barbarians, felt cold and suffocating from the five hundred people around him.

These five hundred barbarians are not ordinary people. Each of them has a good cultivation and a rich experience of killing. They are the cold-stained blades that guard the southern Xinjiang!

Their killing is not for freedom, but for ... to die!

Either kill them, or kill them, kill them with the strong, and be a noble glory for them!

Su Ming looked at them, his right hand lifted up, the long gun whistling, his body speeding away, where he passed, killing all four, these people do not resist, only use all efforts to kill with magical power, but even after the injury , the same blew.

These five hundred people, the suffocating sigh of the sky, let Su Ming in the face, but also silence.

Until he closed his eyes, until the armor of his body turned into countless purple filaments, these filaments violently spurred out around, no screams, and some were silent smiles and a kind of relief.

Su Ming did not know how long it had been, perhaps half-column, perhaps more, until his roaring and smothering sounds dissipated until the ground was thick, and when he opened his eyes, a purple line returned, in his body. When the armor was formed again, there was only one body trembling in front of him, but his teeth did not fall down.

This is an old man, his hair is gray, his mouth is full of blood, he looked at Su Ming, no resentment on his face, but a smile.

"Kill me, don't let the old man die under the savage savage of Sima children, the old man 昊天森, with your gun that can absorb the soul, **** the old man soul, turn the soul of the battle, help you and Sima children A battle!"

The old man’s voice was like thunder, and the bombing and blasting, Su Ming’s look showed respect, and the right hand rifle shook. When he passed by the old man, he took away his soul!

Holding a long gun, on this burial yin gun, there are five hundred distinct war spirits around here, one without stern shackles, some silent silence, and the terrible killing that will break out in silence.

Accompanied by Su Ming, in his body galloping, toward the sky, toward the sky on the eighth floor, blasting, the sound of a thunderous sound echoed, the seventh layer of the sky was torn open a crack Under the rush of Su Ming, he turned into a purple shadow, and with the five hundred souls, he rushed into the eighth layer! !

The eighth floor of Tianmen!

Where the big cold is!

But Su Ming was on the eighth floor, his eyes were suddenly shrinking.

This is a desolate world. This is a world without signs of life. The sky here is gray, and the earth here is also gray...

The people here are also...grey! !

The gray is the eyes, the broken body is the body, there is no trace of life, it is in this heaven, all people with gray eyes...

Or, it can't be called a person. In Su Ming, the area that belongs to most of the cold, the ground is ruined. In the ruins, there are countless bodies, or these are not dead bodies. Because they are squinting, gray eyes.

There is no breathing, no fluctuations in cultivation. In this silent world, Su Ming sees this scene, full of unspeakable surprises. Those who are blindfolded, there are men and women, old and young, all are quiet. Lying on the ground, it seems to sleep... they have one thing in common, no left hand!

Everyone’s left hand is gone.

On the gray sky, there is a large cone of stone. The stone platform is very wide. There is a person sitting on the knees. This person looks at Su Ming, and his face is full of evil smiles.

This conical stone platform, perhaps the ninth floor of the Tianmen, because the person sitting on the knees, Su Ming recognized it at a glance, is... Sima Xin! ——

Said that it is an outbreak, it is going to break out, this is the fourth, and the fifth, ask, there is a monthly ticket! ! ! !

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