Pursuit of the Truth

"Little brother, I told you that the master is retiring all the year round. Only on the day of the creation of the ancients, he will go out. Every time you go out, the movement is very big. If you drink the most wine, you will be noisy. Wake up, I finally got out of the sound, you listen, you will toss you to death.

You can think of him as a tortoise, sleep on weekdays, wake up and just take a nap, then continue to sleep. "This is the description of the master brother in the tiger.

"Master, that is our brother, you can stand in front of us and block the brothers and sisters of the wind and rain..." This is the second brother's conversation with Su Ming, looking at the bottom of the mountain, the soft words.

There was a scene in the mind, Su Ming’s eyes shed blood, and the color of the blood was red, which was the madness of Su Ming’s heart. It was a murderous and painful explosion.

"Master brother..." Su Ming looked at the big man who came out of the ground vortex in front, and seemed to be blurred.

The master's eyes are sluggish, without the slightest luster, but in the sluggishness, there is a bleakness of death, but on his body, the momentum that erupted at this moment is enough to fight the battle.

This is obviously a means for Emperor Tian to prepare for the shackles.

Su Ming’s gaze and the masters looked at each other. The two were in this moment, their eyes were condensed, Su Ming looked sad, the numbness of the master, the two eyes touched, and there was no happiness of the ninth peak in the past. It's just a stranger from a foreign land.

"Emperor... I am Su Ming, this life must kill the immortal, to let you endure the world's extreme pain, if you can't do this, my Su Ming will sink from the yellow spring, the soul flies!!" Su Ming shed tears of blood, Yang Tian issued An earth-shattering groan, the shackles contain madness and hatred that make people feel scared.

At the moment when his snoring sounded, the master on the ground, the look of numbness remained the same, but his right foot was lifted in a dazzling step. Moving forward, the whole person appeared in front of Su Ming.

Its speed is faster than the teleport. At the moment of its appearance, Su Ming raised his hand subconsciously, but after the familiar atmosphere and the warmth of the past, and after seeing the numerous scars on the master. He... is difficult to shoot.

A thunderous roar. Suddenly reverberated.

Su Ming squirted blood, and his body continued to retreat for dozens of feet. The right hand he raised did not counterattack, but resisted. Life resisted the punch from the master.

This fist is more familiar with the tearing of Su Ming's heart, that is... the atmosphere of the witches.

As a master of Jiu Li's descendants, the whole body has a wave of fluctuations belonging to the Wu people. At that time, the fluctuations are scattered. Behind the masters, there is a huge witch figure. This witch double Arms hug brother, revealed and came out. Su Ming saw the same scar, the same tear, the same rune.

The witch figure is also a kind of bruise, but there is no weakness in the sense of injury. On the contrary, there is a vitality, just in that life. Su Ming felt the burning.

This is the image of the witches who are burning the life of the master.

Su Ming fiercely looked up, his look in the sorrow, watching the master, his right hand trembled and raised, he told himself that the master... is gone.

Only by myself, I will drive out the consciousness of the Emperor. Only then can the masters have such a glimmer of life.

Such a discourse, even Su Ming himself did not believe it, just in the face of Su Ming's right hand completely raised, trembling in the moment of the imprint, suddenly, a gentle voice. Resounding in Su Ming’s ear, from the mouth of the master...

"Little brother, how many years have we not met..." The voice was a bit harsh, but it was very gentle. It was the voice of the master in Su Ming’s memory.

The appearance of this sound caused Su Ming’s right hand to slam and let his heart, in this moment, in the sting, the eyes and tears looked more.

The familiar voice made Su Ming seem to return to the ninth peak. He knew that this was a fake, he knew.

There are some things, even if you know it clearly, you can still go and watch, because it is not the body movement, it is the heart of the family.

It was almost the moment when Su Ming saw it. The master raised his head fiercely, and his faint eyes barely showed his blood.

"Jiu Li's legacy, **** forbidden curse..." The whole body was bulging in this moment, and the whole body was violently split, turning into a **** sea and rushing forward, suddenly disappearing.

"He is not a god...he is a master..." Su Ming murmured, and there was blood in his mouth. There was a terrible pain in his body, which was caused by the attack of Master Fang.

If the other party is using the supernatural powers, then Su Ming can also tell himself that it is not the master brother, but the emperor's avatar, but... the master is showing the witches, and it is the technique of Jiuli. Let Su Ming simply can't go out.

He could not go to his master like his brother.

In the smirk, Su Ming’s four weeks, the **** sea that disappeared suddenly became illusory.

"Little brother, tell me about these years, where have you been..." When the **** sea was illusory, the voice of the master's numbness echoed again, and Su Ming was in a smirk, and his body filled with unspeakable sadness. .

In this sorrow, he did not go to dodge, but let the masters suddenly permeate all around, and the **** sea swelled to his body, and he covered Su Ming in a blink of an eye.

A more shocking roar echoed in this moment, and as the **** sea re-formed into a human form, the figure of the master stood in midair, Su Ming’s body broke the line of paper, and rolled away. Blood spurted out of his mouth and erupted from all parts of his body. Su Ming's face was pale, and he quits hundreds of feet continuously. This is barely standing, smirking, watching the master.

His injury was even heavier, but at this moment, the words of the master were once again heard.

"Little teacher... You are doing this kind of cultivation, how to find the master, how to find your second brother..." The master went forward and the sound of the explosion blew in front of Su Ming.

Su Ming squirted blood, and the body rewinded again. If his body was strong enough, he would have collapsed and died at the moment, but even then, it is also a constant pain in the body.

Su Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. In that grief, he was not hurting his body, but his heart, but at the moment... he had to raise his hand and sorrow for the moment to counterattack.

"Remember the shot of our ninth peak in the ghost department..." The voice of the master echoed.

Su Ming’s hand trembled.

"Remember that before you went to the battlefield, I sent you the witch spirit..." The words of the master, if they came in the ear of Su Ming, followed, it was a terrible roar.

Su Ming's body once again regressed, the whole body was filled with blood, but there was more blood flow, and he did not know his heart to the pain, but he could not cover it. His body was full of sorrow.

Surrounded by silence, all the people of the immortals looked at the battle intricately. They saw the abnormality of Su Ming, and they also guessed that the person who came out of the coffin must be extremely between Su Ming and Su Ming. Special relationship.

The three words from the master of Su Mingkou, as well as the name of the younger brother of Su Ming, also witnessed their speculation. The goddess watching the sky in the sky, watching Su Ming, She bit her lower lip and there was confusion in her look.

She didn't know that she was the blood of the immortal until she was in the East, so that she had been silent for a long time, and the inner complexities and ignorance, no one can understand.

When she gradually accepted her identity, she saw that the immortals heard were not the same as the barbarians. Although the barbarians also had a fight against the infighting, compared with the immortals, they were far from the hot and spicy people of the immortals. A lot of means, such as... now a scene like this.

The killing between the brothers and sisters, this is probably what the Emperor had expected, perhaps it is happy to see.

"Master brother..." Su Ming raised his head and yelled at the sky. He told himself that the voice was numb. He once again told himself that as long as the gods of the heavens were destroyed, the masters could return.

Under such an idea, Su Ming told himself time and time again, let him go forward in this stunned step. In this step, he shed tears, his right hand squatted, and immediately appeared behind him. Like the arms, I went straight to the master.

This time, the master did not dodge, but stood strangely in the same place, motionless, but in Su Ming’s like a close-knit moment of arms...

"Little brother, kill me!!"

"Little brother, I am your master!"

"Little teacher, I was controlled by the Emperor, I can only resist him for a moment, kill me, we, the next life to do the same door!" The voice of the master revealed anxious, there is a sad, so that Su Ming at this moment, born Stopped the savage image.

But at the moment he stopped, the master opened his eyes fiercely, the numbness and gloom in the eyes, and the words that came out of his mouth at the moment, let Su Ming understand... everything is fake.

"Little brother, kill me..." The master said in his mouth, but his footsteps were next to Su Ming, and he slammed into Su Ming’s head. Under the roar, Su Ming’s body 蹬蹬It was a reversal, and even on his face, there was a cross shadow.

The cross shadow is the same as the cross crack on the face of the master. At the moment, after Su Ming’s face appears, it seems to be deeply sunken in his flesh and blood, and the feeling of hot and hot corrosion appears quickly.

But this hurt, Su Ming did not care, he looked at the master, watching the numbness and bleakness in his eyes, Su Ming closed his eyes, and when he opened again, his grief was hidden. Deep inside, what is revealed is complexity, enlightenment, and bitterness to life.

"Master, I understand." Su Ming raised his right hand, staring blankly at the sky, with a sorrow of body and mind, pointing to the sky.

"The late soul...open!!" Su Ming's voice is almost hoarse, venting the infinite suppression of his heart at the moment.

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