Pursuit of the Truth

At this moment, Su Ming, his figure in midair, within the three barbarian statues, he looked at the sky, and there were countless rainbows shining around him, as if he was worshipping the king of the barbarian.

The distortion of the sky, in this background of the interest, has become the backdrop of this scene, so that the world has become the core of Su Ming.

Su Ming’s momentum exploded with the worship of the three barbarian statues. An invisible wave of air swirled around him, making Su Ming’s hair windless and automatic, making his clothes even creaking. His cultivation of breath is at this moment, and it has completely broken out.

That cultivation is constantly climbing, from the endless surge of the mid-soul soul, the blink of an eye is the peak of the middle of the wild soul, only half a step away from the late soul, like a lift up the foot can be crossed.

But this half-step, it is not so easy, Su Ming's momentum and cultivation are in abrupt increase, but the peak of the middle of the wild soul continues, it is always difficult to take that step and become the real strong soul of the later period.

As if there is such a layer of diaphragm, it cannot be broken.

The seal of memory in Su Ming’s mind, at this moment, under the outbreak of this cultivation, there has been a wide range of looseness, and it has brought a series of severe pains. This pain continues, and as the seal becomes more and more relaxed, The more intense it is.

There is always a power that seems to be coming through the space. This seal in Su Ming’s mind cannot be truly broken. It seems that the seal of Su Ming cannot be broken. Trying to completely seal the seal of Su Ming’s mind.

It was this power that became the path that Su Ming entered into the late period of the wild soul, so that he could not completely erupt and step into the soul.

Su Ming’s eyes were exposed to the cold, and his right hand lifted up to the sky, and suddenly the world roared. The three statues of the fire, the savage, and the wind were lifted up in an instant, and they stood up from the worship. , shake each other at the same time. Above Su Ming’s head, they are all together.

Through this fusion, through the bombardment of the forces of the world, Su Ming has launched another impact in the late period of the wild soul. This shock has turned into a loud noise in his body, shaking the heart of Su Ming. , but... still worse. Unable to break through.

"Wind and thunder and lightning. This is the fourth of the Eight Dragons of the Tibetan Dragon. Among them, the thunder and lightning melted into my thunder, and the wind has its own. Only this rain... With the meaning of my Su Ming, the heaven and earth, the rain under the sky. Turned into a rainy character, melted me like a picture!" Su Ming eyes flashed, hands raised under the shackles, scattered outward, suddenly thunder roaring, lightning filled, a large amount of rain suddenly appeared out of thin air, rolled to the earth.

The rain is not just here, but the whole east. The entire Dead Sea, the entire barbarian land, at this moment, all... rained.

The rain was soaring, and there was no end to it. In front of Su Ming, a huge rain rune was condensed by countless raindrops. This rune exudes a slap in the face, and goes straight to the place where Su Ming San Man merges, and instantly blends into it.

With the integration of the rain, the power of Su Ming’s outbreak is even stronger. But he did not immediately attack the wild soul again, but stared at the sky with his eyes closed. As if his gaze could penetrate this emptiness, shuttle the dying land, see the outside, and see the source of the attempt to suppress his seal.

"The curse of the technique, I realized the ring from Mrs. Ji, and realized the eyes of the self-cancer and the yin, and mastered the reincarnation of the world without dying!"

Dacheng... from the father of the clown family, the grassy doll in the hand.

Today, I use the curse technique to blend into my image, let this person try to bless my memory seal, and feel the curse from my Su Ming! Su Ming’s eyes were exposed to the faint light. He lifted his left hand and suddenly a black gas scatters from his fingers. He suddenly made a misty doll in front of him. The doll is illusory and looks like it is It was made up of straw ropes and could not be seen clearly, but it had a very strange atmosphere and spread.

This misty doll seems to have its own spirit, and a sharp slap in the sky, straight to the top of Su Ming, merged with the three characters of the rain, and instantly overlap and blend in.

Su Ming, the whole person, at this moment, the momentum and cultivation reached its peak. It was the fusion of the five forces of fire, thunder, wind, rain and curse. As they gradually overlap, the sky Most of those rainbows suddenly collapsed in this moment, and they turned into countless little crystals and went straight to Su Ming here, which was integrated into the overlap between the three men and the curse and the rain house.

A huge sound, at this moment, turned into a humming, replacing all the sounds of the place, letting the tens of thousands of immortals, the brains banging, the blank of the moment being shaken...

Three pretty ones!

The curse blends with the rain, and it completely overlaps with the three men. Without any distinction, a majestic body appears between the heavens and the earth.

This is just the torso of a body, but at the moment of its appearance, the pressure from it is enough to shake the world, Su Ming’s big sleeves slammed, and the body’s drive suddenly collapsed and turned into pieces. At the end, he went straight to Su Ming. After being instantly integrated with Su Ming’s body, Su Ming Yang Tian gave a shout of shaking the world.

The whistle whirls for nine days, and Su Ming’s repair is at this moment, a sudden explosion. After the crazy growth of the wild soul, it instantly breaks through and enters the Wushan of Su Ming’s memory. The only realm that can only appear in a dream is the realm.

Late soul! !

In the late barbarians, the barbarians are stronger, although the barbarians are more than the big ones, but in any region, they can be said to be strong, even if the soul is perfect, they will take the initiative.

If you can reach this level, there will be no more weak people, unless you have encountered an unprecedented systemic sacrifice of the barbarian as estimated by Su Ming before, but otherwise it is already proud.

It was almost the moment when Su Mingxiu reached the end of the barbaric soul. The suppression of the seal in his mind, the power that came through the space in the midst of the silence, was smashed by Su Ming’s seal, which was triggered by the outbreak. A direct confrontation.

Under this confrontation, Su Ming’s brain slammed, and he immediately felt the other party’s repressive power. At this moment, it was even bigger, but although it was huge, it was not as pure as before, and the more power it seemed to come, The more it is scattered.

Even when Su Ming was now observing the cultivation of the late soul, he found a trace, an invisible vein that came from the other side.

This vein, as engraved on his soul, forms a fuzzy pattern formed by the connection of six points, and the seal is present in the pattern of the six points.

This is the first time Su Ming has seen these six points and the composition of the composition in his mind.

He snorted in his heart, did not pay attention to the power of the repression, but the opposite, the moment of knowledge into the six-point connection pattern, to follow the path of the other side, to see... ...the person who is suppressed by the space.

Almost at the moment when Su Ming’s **** touched the six points, his mind slammed, his consciousness was blurred in a moment, and he could see that there were countless yin and fog in the scroll, and he seemed to walk on a silk thread. Going to nothing.

I don't know how long it has been. When he was clear around him, he saw the starry sky again, and the whirlpool below the yin dead land, and the whirlpool, nine huge planets linger.

He clearly saw that there was a thread that spread from the starry sky and penetrated into the vortex, and his consciousness followed the thread.

Su Ming’s consciousness went quickly along the silk line. It’s not so much a sense of letting it. It’s not a glimpse of an idea. It’s going to be seen with your own eyes. That guess is to suppress the idea of ​​his Emperor.

The flow of thoughts, feelings are a moment, but also the age of the ages. I don’t know how long it has passed. Su Ming’s thoughts are getting weaker and weaker. That’s why this idea is going to be scattered. It’s his cultivation, but not enough. Supporting its idea to spread so.

Until the moment when the idea was about to dissipate, Su Ming saw the starry sky in front of it, there were countless floating continents, and there were many altars on those continents.

Here, he has seen it, he saw it when Sima Xin died.

Su Ming’s thoughts dissipated, but when he dispersed, he saw the silk thread that he followed, extending to the depths of countless stars in the sky. That is to say, it might be the person of the Emperor’s deity, now In that direction, go to cast a spell to make your seal unbreakable.

Su Ming's eyes are open, he stands in the sky, surrounded by a lack of light, a seemingly distant journey of ideas, actually in reality, just a moment.

At this moment, Su Ming’s whole body was repaired in the explosion. At the moment when he entered the late stage of the wild soul, the heavens and the earth thundered. The whole sky was in the endless distortion, and immediately smashed in a wide range, a huge body. The crash came.

This body has no limbs, no head, just a torso, but at the moment of its coming, in the position of its empty arms, Su Ming’s former like a fist suddenly turned into a singularity, and after being merged with it, it was revealed to the world. In front of me, it is a huge image with no head and no legs!

A wild scent has spread from this imagery without reservation.

"The late soul..." Su Ming stepped forward and stood in front of his image. His gaze moved away from the sky and looked at the distant...Master.

The numbness of the master, this is also the eyes of the moment, and Su Ming separated by hundreds of feet, looked together.

The short silence, with the four weeks of Su Mingxiu's ascending, the pressure of the dispersal, a low voice of the beast, suddenly came from the master.

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