Pursuit of the Truth

At this moment, the heavens and the earth have no light, and the darkness has replaced everything. When the light reappears, when the darkness gradually dissipates, the tens of thousands of monks who have retreated far behind are far away. In the world they see, there is no candle. Yin, no more... Jinpao Emperor.

Exist in the midair, only with exhaustion, but the eyes are a strong light of Su Ming.

Although the technique of Shihua is strong, and Su Ming can still persist for a long time, but... there are some changes in the snakes that can not withstand this fusion with Su Ming consciousness.

So after the birth of the emperor, Su Ming gave up the body of the decade, he stood in the air, in the moment of this moment of death, Yang Tian made a sound, it is suppressed for many years.

Standing in front of Su Ming, the first emperor of Tianwei, the first one, died!

On the Dead Sea, Su Mingji died for a lifetime, and the powerful purple robe was separated and destroyed!

The strongest of the three avatars, the burning itself broke out of the two days of cultivating the power of the day, the golden robe avatar...

The mountain peak that has been pressed against Su Ming for many years, has collapsed at this moment, a feeling of freedom, suddenly growing in Su Ming’s heart, but he understands that this is not over yet, and there are four in the world, and the last one. .

In the midst of it, such as catharsis, Su Ming’s inner repression broke out, and his hatred of the emperor’s day broke out. At this moment, his whistling echoed all directions and fell into the ears of all the emperors around him, shaking his heart.

Hey there, his look was very gloomy. He watched Su Ming swallow the golden robe in front of him, but he couldn’t stop it. He even looked at Su Ming at the moment, and his momentum climbed endlessly, and with The rise of momentum has even worsened the volatility.

Su Ming felt the trace of his breakthrough in the middle of the wild soul. At this moment, he has already reached the extreme. He clearly felt the existence of the breakthrough and felt the late period of the wild soul, between his thoughts.

He bowed his head. The gaze instantly condensed on the earth, and there were no traces of monks around it... the vertical coffin.

It was almost the moment when Su Ming looked at the coffin. From this coffin, there was a roaring roar immediately, as if there was a fist inside, and it was hitting the coffin cover, so that the cover of the coffin appeared some broken. crack.

Boom, bang. boom.

This sound is constantly appearing. The coffin cover has more and more fragmentation, and at the same time, it has surpassed the fluctuations of the Golden Robe. The scent that can coexist with the scorpion body gradually emanates from the raft.

"When you look at the meanings and words in the words before Emperor Tian, ​​there are only three avatars. This fourth one is obviously re-shaped in the barbarian..." Su Ming’s eyes reveal a complex, he thought of this coffin. The position, I thought of the sorrow of the day... the soul of the witch of the nearly hundred masters.

Even more... I feel the faint familiarity of the people in this coffin.

This silk familiarity, let Su Ming's heart tremble, let him kill the excitement of the emperor's avatar before, at this moment... disappeared.

"Is it you..." Su Ming closed his eyes. The trembling of my heart turned into sorrow and became the pain in my heart. This familiarity, how can he forget, this is familiar... from the ninth peak...

It seems that Su Ming’s emotions are fluctuating here, and he is no longer fighting against the law of the Fa-rectification. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Su Ming. He stunned his eyes on the coffin of the earth.

He clearly knew the avatars of Emperor Tian, ​​and only three of them came. Then this fourth one has some meaning.

"Ideas the control of the border, the heavens and the heavens. In order to control this fate, you have spent a great deal of effort... If this avatar dies again, I am afraid it will be a heavy blow for you...

This avatar... Look at the look of Su Ming, is it familiar... interesting, interesting! "The grin is smiling and the smile is getting more and more."

At that moment, the tens of thousands of monks around the world, more and more people have seen Su Ming’s anomaly. This kind of silence and sorrow in Su Ming is simply unmaskable. It looks at the complexities in the eyes of the coffin. It is seen by more and more people.

"The one in the coffin is..."

"That is the thing of the big leaf fairy... It is related to the Emperor!"

The whispered discussion gradually spread in this silent world, and Su Ming’s anomaly made everyone’s eyes condense on the coffin.

Boom, bang, bang... The muffled sound on the coffin is constant, and the chopping of the coffin cover is expanding. Every time there is a lot of wood chips splashing in the roar, the cracks spread and the two are intertwined. In another roar, a fist pierced the coffin cover and it was revealed to everyone's eyes.

It can be seen that it is a man's fist.

After penetrating the coffin, the fist slowly retracted, and when the roar again, the coffin violently vibrated, this time two fists, piercing the coffin cover.

Su Ming's look is more and more sad. He looks at the fist of the coffin, and the familiar feeling is more intense. This kind of strongness makes his heart more and more painful.

A fierce sullen roar came out at this moment, but I saw that the coffin cover was directly shattered under the roar. As it shattered, a large amount of fog vented from the coffin, a powerful repair. For the volatility, it is a sudden spread to all directions.

As it spreads, the suffocating suffocation of the sky directly scrolls the sky, and a huge vortex, centering on the rafter, swept across the perimeter.

In the whirlpool, a tall figure gradually came out of it. His figure was hidden in the fog, and it was not very clear. But when Su Ming saw the figure, he was already in his heart. Guess, it can still be as if the mountain peaks are pressed, the body squats a few steps, the eyes are red, and the look is in sorrow, almost mad.

At this moment, his hatred of the Emperor is stronger than ever, and he has already surpassed the extent of not wearing the sky.

He looked at the figure in the fog, gradually clear, and gradually came out, Su Ming whole person ... cried.

He rarely cries, and can even say that he has never cried except when he left Wushan in the past, in the strange south of the morning, he had silently crying.

Because Agong said to him, the boy can shed blood, but he can't shed tears. This is what he said to him when he was very young.

He always remembers.

But today, when I saw this figure, Su Ming shed tears, but the tears were in his heart, no flow on his face, and no one saw his crying.

"Master brother..." Su Ming looked at the clear figure. Everything in the world in his eyes disappeared, leaving only the tall ones, standing on the ground and looking up at his own figure.

Standing on the upper body, revealing a strong body, the body has a very complex rune pattern, covering the skin that most of the figure is exposed.

The color of the skin is purple.

There are many scars on it, and the scars on the road have healed, but many of them have penetrated the body directly, and it can be seen that even if it is healed, it is also a recent injury, not as long as it is too long.

The scars that covered him, let Su Ming see the moment, he seems to see the masters in the East China mainland, looking for the master again and again, looking for his younger brother, looking for the loved ones belonging to the ninth peak, that kind of madness That kind of desperation.

The master was barefoot and stood on the sand of the earth. His body stood very straight and did not bend at all, as if he represented his will.

His hair is gone, his head is naked, and there are nine steel needles stuck in the skull...

His face is no longer what Su Ming remembers. There are more vicissitudes of life, and there is a cross-shaped scar that runs directly through the master's eyebrows and between the ears.

It can be clearly seen that this is not a wound in the battle. This is a little bit open to life, and in order to make it unable to heal, it is not knowing what means to use, so that the scar is surrounded by purple, and large The runes on the brothers are composed together.

The appearance of the master brother is no longer the same as the gentleness of Su Ming’s memory.

The right arm of the master passed through a huge hook, because his right hand palm had disappeared, and the hook became his hand.

His left arm is intact, but his blue muscles bulge, and there are countless twists and squiggles, as if there are some foreign objects in his body.

Su Ming looked at the master, in that sorrow, in that grief, he made a scream of earth-shattering, his eyes gradually shed blood, he can not cry, but there is blood out!

Su Ming knows that the master is a person who does not speak much, even a little bit, his concern is always invisible, he does not ask for a return, so you may not notice, may not feel deeply, but that Caring, everywhere.

For example, Su Ming was at the earliest meditation in Jiufeng, and the car came. Although the second brother took the shot, the eyes of the master were condensed on the child. He would not allow outsiders to bully their younger brother until the second brother shot. After that, he recovered his gaze.

For example, in the first battle of the Ghost and Taiwan Department, Jiufeng came out, and the master brother did not worry, and discharged his witch soul, and even if the witch soul died, he also guarded the safety of several of his brothers and sisters.

Jiufeng is like a family, a master... like a brother.

"Master brother..." Su Ming trembled, a burst of madness in his body.

"Little teacher, you just went up the mountain, but unfortunately the brothers can't go out. It will take a few years to get there. So, this thing is for you, for body protection." This is the first time Su Ming saw the master, the gentle His eyes, soft words, can not be forgotten.

"Little teacher... The witches are sinister and unpredictable, and the brothers give you this slave... She is called the funeral..." This is the voice of the master when Su Ming left the ninth peak and went to the witch battlefield. The care in the voice, how can Su Ming forget. {飘天文学 www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}