Pursuit of the Truth

A pretty sorrow, the song is not the barbaric tears...

Su Ming closed his eyes, and at the moment he opened his mouth, his right hand was lifted up. If he held a pen, he looked at the day and the golden robe that was like a slap in the arms. ...crossed.

This sum, if it condenses the air transport of the barbarian world, contains the rules of the barbaric world, and there is a vow of Su Ming, which has turned into a scene... a brilliant glory.

Such as the curtain of the twilight for a long time, the opening of the birth, revealing the rise of the sun, representing the reversal of Qiankun, representing the barbarians... Perhaps after that, the hope and the rising sun will rise.

At the same time of the fall, the roar of the roar was deafening. It was Su Ming’s pretty arms, with his right hand, with his left hand lightning, and the sudden touch with the day, bursting with earth-shattering tears. And Su Ming’s one is quite sloppy, as if in this moment, the rules of the entire barbarian world changed.

The change of this rule, like the spirit of this barbarian world, then the spirit deeply remembered the oath of the **** of Su Ming, especially remembering the last sentence...

This blood-stained fairy has died!

It is this swearing swear by the gods that made Su Ming’s stroke through, in the roaring, the golden day of the golden robe, the sudden collapse of the sky, and finally burst out completely, forming a A shock, screaming across the sky, swept across.

Wherever he went, the fragmentation of the piece of nothingness spread directly, and it caused the collapse of the earth. The tens of thousands of immortals below, looked at the scene in the sky, and the heart gradually rose to endless. chill.

If this collapse is carried out on the earth, then no one here can survive.

With the fragmentation of the white magical power that embodies the life of the golden robe, the figure of the golden robe is revealed. He squatted back. A stream of blood spouted, and the crown of the crown on the head was broken directly and turned into pieces to dissipate.

The emperor's robe on his body is suddenly broken. Exploding from the body, this golden robe is the whole person, and it is back again. The pale face is quite embarrassing, his eyes are scattered, and he has lost the previous fine mans, but the bitterness in the eyes is more than several times stronger than before.

Until now, the blame and sorrow blend, he looked at Su Ming, he knows, at this moment. Perhaps the other party is really beyond their mastery.

But... no more chances!

Compared with the emperor's wolverine, Su Ming has a calm look, but his face is also pale. It’s just this moment on Su Ming’s body. There is a rainbow of awns, and this light seems to emanate from his body. With this sky, it merges with this land.

The feeling of not knowing whether it is an illusion, in this moment, pervades everybody who is looking down on Su Ming.

That is... Su Ming, and this piece of heaven and earth, at this moment, seems to be due to the existence of a certain opportunity, perfect ... merged together.

He is the sky, he is the land, he is the world of this barbarian, the perfect fusion, when people look at Su Ming, there is even a feeling of facing the whole world.

This feeling cannot be described by words, but in the heart of everyone, this feeling is strong and equally difficult to describe.

"The fusion of the world..." sighed and muttered, and he saw at a glance that Su Ming at the moment had reached the first step of transcending the practice and stepped into the second step of the transition. The integration of the world, once it is made, then it can make people a qualitative leap.

"He has only condensed the air transport of the barbarian world, but it is only a cohesion, not a fusion...that is the outbreak of the air transport with this body as a carrier, and now... there has been a fusion, this fusion is no longer Simple cohesion and carrier, but control!

This person's decline is a barbaric decline, this person is a barbaric...

This is a sign of the sacred god. He really is a four-generation sacred god. The reason why this barbarian qi is so good is that he agrees with his swearing oath! "I stared at Su Ming, and my heart was deeply murdered."

"Identified by the barbarians, fate... really worthy of... destiny!"

Just at the moment when he was guilty of killing the machine, Su Ming was there, and he took a deep breath and looked down at the moment of the emperor. He walked forward step by step.

"Gas transport plus body, I will go to the hand of Emperor Tiansang!" This is his swearing vows, which means he must do it. At this moment, the golden robe is very weak, and the burning of life makes it The heavy blow, the collapse of the technique has caused him to suffer a strong counterattack. He... is no longer the opponent of Su Ming.

Just as Su Ming’s body swayed and galloped straight to the emperor’s day, the golden robe was not hiding or flashing. The look revealed a strange sacred, like a moment of some decision, always watching the battle in the distance, never Choosing the real shot, he jerked his footsteps and stepped forward.

Under this step, the world roared, and a strong volatility suddenly swept around the hurricane with the shackles as the center.

"Enough!" He snorted, his right hand lifted up, the fan in his hand opened open, a black mist roared and moved, and nine black dragons were turned around him, and went straight to Su Ming.

Su Ming’s shot, Su Ming had expected that the other party was a sect, but after all, it was also a fairy. Because of his position, it is impossible to ignore the death of Emperor Tiandi.

It was almost the moment when the sacred gods spread out. Su Ming’s ripples echoed. The ripples became black in the flashing, and the layers prevented Su’s move. Then, in the step, the body appeared in the Soviet Union. The front of Ming.

With the big sleeves, a force that transcends the robes of the Golden Robe, and rushed straight to Su Ming, in the other directions behind Su Ming, the nine black dragons roared, also lost. Approaching.

Su Ming looks as usual. From the moment he stood up and played against the Emperor, he knew that this battle would be extremely difficult. Not only did he have to fight for the emperor's avatar, but if it caused too much movement, this 汲He will also shoot.

Even... In the sky, despite the distortions and collapses, the two huge array of vortexes that still existed have never collapsed, but they are somewhat dim, if they are hidden.

But as long as they are still there, it means that at the end of this battle, there will be new immortal people coming, even...the Emperor Tianzun there, it is impossible to sit and watch his avatars die, although the deity cannot be personally Come, there are ways to deploy means to send stronger people.

These can't be stopped. There is only one way in front of Su Ming, that is... war!

The battle is dim and dark, the battle is not light, the war is a **** sea, the battle is a battle...

Moreover, Su Ming knows that his own image is only two arms now. He has a strong impulse in his body, like himself... can be stronger!

However, although this stronger feeling is strong, it is not enough to explode it. It seems that the boiling of blood has not reached its peak. If you want to make yourself stronger and want to make more images appear, then he needs a complete , a complete outbreak.

In the outbreak, in the battle, in the battle and crisis, to attack their own potential, to let that can be stronger feeling, become a reality.

These things, Su Ming did not fully understand before, but after he lost the battle with the Golden Robe, in the madness, in the determination to kill the Emperor, he felt the traces of the extremely strong middle of the soul. , so... he became a middle-aged man.

Nowadays, what he needs is to feel the traces of the late soul. In this endless battle, let yourself... become the late soul, even the great soul is perfect, even... life repair!

"The person who blocks Sumou is guilty of the same with the Emperor!" Su Ming's body burned with blood. As his voice spread, his right hand suddenly lifted up and slammed toward the earth.

On that earth, the kind of strong treasures that were used in the battle between the evil sects and the Xianzongs at the moment, with each other's no longer fighting, retreat from each other, but they have not been recovered.

At this moment, the **** unicorn that exists in the sects of the tens of thousands of immortals in the earth is the target of Su Ming.

The **** unicorns were scattered and shrouded outside the disciples of the evil sects. If they were guarded, but now Su Ming’s right hand in the air, the **** unicorn trembled, and even raised his head and made a sound. Awkward.

With the embarrassment, the scene of the evil sects appeared, and the blood unicorn just snorted, and the body flew out uncontrollably and went straight to the sky.

Although this **** unicorn is a treasure of evil and sorrow, it is composed of the blood of the sinister disciples, but it can be revealed in this barbarian land. More in it, it is endless death.

This dead air, born in the barbarian land, is one of the air transport and rules of the barbarian land. At this moment... In front of Su Ming, he wants this unicorn for his own use, and this beast must not resist.

Almost instantaneously, this **** unicorn flew in the air, but before it was approaching, it was under Su Ming’s handcuffs. In this **** unilateral sorrow, the body collapsed, and as it collapsed, A lot of dead air suddenly rushed out.

It was at this time that the nine black dragons behind Su Ming came, and the cockroaches in front of him were even closer, and Su Ming looked calm. At this moment, at the moment when the **** unicorn collapsed, his left hand was lifted up and pulled out. A printed decision.

But seeing the collapse of the **** unicorn, the sudden release of a lot of dead air, this deadly air formed a huge mark in the air, that is ... Qing dynasty.

"Broken!" Su Ming whispered openly, and the green sacred slammed open, causing the world to vibrate. The sky above Su Ming was even in the twist, and there was an endless vent of venting coming straight to the Soviet Union. Ming, with Su Ming as the center, swept outward, Su Ming in the center, hair flying, clothes dancing, eyes revealing **** murder.

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