Pursuit of the Truth

A nation should have a soul!

A nation without a soul is destined to be eliminated!

The soul of the barbarian, with the departure of a generation of sacred gods, with the second generation of the corpse, with the disappearance of the three generations, gradually dimmed, gradually dying.

The only thing left is the confusion, and then the pathological illusion, living in the past glory of the classics, not wanting to wake up, or... can not face the decline of today.

The barbarian, indeed, is no longer a nation under the leadership of a generation of sacred gods, let the 10,000-dollar pilgrimage... If it is a dying old man, it has already reached the last path of life.

The division of several continents, the inability of civilization to continue, the civil strife caused by the rebellion of the Wu people, and the advent and infiltration of the many immortals in this age, make the barbarians can be said to be fragmented, leaving only an empty Shelf.

Even the repairs are permanently fixed in the wild soul, unable to open the next realm. As time goes by, this nation has gradually disappeared from history, and has gradually been abandoned by the years...

Such a nation, can you talk about the soul, she, there is no soul, her soul, has died!

The glory of the past, only the twists and turns of the whimper, the glory of the past, has long been a vain emptiness, the wreckage in the flame, destined to be the comfort of the dream, the blood of the burning, but it is difficult to ignite the soul of a family !

The nine-star penalty of the Xianzu is the nationality of this world, the knife of the beam!

Perhaps this knife should have fallen, but... After all, it is the barbarian land that once worshipped the world. There has been a person who made the whole fairy fall down and shake the whole morning.

Lieshan repair!

Here is his hometown, and he... although he has disappeared from the ages, he may...have not died yet! Someday, maybe he will come back.

Even if he won't come back, but the barbarian land, the treasures of the guardian races left before he left, and the more powerful than the many treasures... the law of the wild!

This law is also the law of the land of yin death, under this law. The cultivation of all who come will be infinitely weakened. If this law does not exist, then the barbarian... may have disappeared into the sky.

But these are just external forces. If the nation has no soul, then it will eventually go to the road of killing the family.

What is the soul, Su Ming knows. But the sound of his resounding voice at the moment. The warmth and strong impact felt in the body and mind made him feel like this in this moment. Understood something.

Perhaps, in this voice, the sentence is dead. Under the burning of the blood, there is a glimpse of the soul of the barbarian!

Fear of death, but in fear of suppressing fear, to face death without hesitation, since the soul of this nation has dissipated, since this nation has been eliminated by the years, then ... if you can not let your own nation re-emerge, then it is necessary Your own people... die together! !

That sentence is dying with the gods, and it is not Su Ming. But... barbarian!

With the barbarians, die together! !

The horror of nearly 20,000 people, the earth-shattering roar, became the strongest cry at this moment in the world. The madness in the voice suppressed the eruption of countless years. In this outbreak... what happened to death!

In this outbreak, in the will that would rather die with the barbarian, the impact that Su Ming's mind was subjected to, let him appear in the body that has never experienced, and has nothing to do with the warmth. It is the bud of the re-emergence of the barbarian! !

This soul is not the soul of the barbarian. It’s a disgrace in the midst of a ruin, a madness in nothingness, a slap in the face of a jade!

This soul is invisible, invisible, and intangible, but at this moment, the tens of thousands of immortals on the earth are strongly felt by each, from the sky to 20,000 people, the kind that seems to be rising The stock is enough to crush some will!

His face was pale, his body stepped back a few steps, and he was repaired to the level of him. He could see the clue at a glance. He looked at the tens of thousands of barbarians and watched their will erupt, his A rapid change in the complexion.

"The soul of the barbarian..."

The black robe was also changed immediately. He did not expect that his penalty of nine stars would have caused the 20,000 people of this barbarian to show signs of the soul.

This sign is a kind of belief, a kind of incense, and a kind of attachment. Once a nation has such attachments, this nation will be extremely terrible. It is a nation that cannot be destroyed by any force. soul.

Unless ... kills all the blood of this nation, the grass does not stay!

"The two people are the seeds. If they rob them, they will not die. As they spread, they will put the seeds of this barbarian soul, and the entire barbarian, infect all the blood. At that time... the barbarian will sleep. After ten thousand years, open your eyes and wake up!

Such things must not be allowed to happen, these people... must all die here! "The emperor's eyes flashed, and once again biting the tip of his tongue, a blood was spurted out, and his right hand raised a wave. His golden blood drops straight to the vortex of the sky, and the roaring, the celestial starry sky outside the yin and the fog. In the ninth repairing true star that guarded this dying place, the glare of the spurt broke out again, and there were nine glare, and the blast came.

But in these nine glare, the yin dying mist is about to rush out to the barbarian. Suddenly, a whispering twist of the sound, stunned in this barbarian world, in this whirlpool of yin Appear inside!

This distortion is extremely abrupt, and its appearance makes the voice of the whim screaming like a barbarian. The whirlwind of the sound of the music makes the nine glare, the moment that comes out, a good meal. Suddenly, it seems to be at this moment, the whole sky, the whole world, but the scope of all the places of yin and death, all of which are momentarily still.

Together with the static, and the second wave of nine glare, and the top of the Su Ming, in the prison and many barbarians are trying to block, the seventh penalty!

Everything, all in an instant, is static. The only thing that exists is the sob of the whimper. In this world, the voice of the song falls into the ear of Su Ming, letting Su Ming hear it for a moment. Slowly raised his head and looked at the sky.

This song, he is familiar with, he has heard it several times, remember the last time, he heard it when he was fighting with Emperor Tian, ​​and remembered it again... He looked at an old man, blowing it in front of himself. Distorted.

The old man's appearance appeared in Su Ming's mind. Suddenly, he found himself looking at the old man. He couldn't remember it. He was at this moment, short of breath, shocked and found that he had never been in the past. Pay attention to the facts! !

The old man's appearance seems to be different every time Su Ming sees it. The only move that is like a scorpion is the only clarity in Su Ming's mind.

It is clear that every time I meet, the old people who are different in appearance, but Su Ming actually discovered this thing until now, and this matter is very strange, so Su Ming suddenly seems to understand a lot.

"My barbarian has a soul, and you can destroy it!" If a vicissitudes of life experience the sound of infinite years, from the fog of the dying whirlpool, slowly spread, as the sound appears, it is the sob The twist of the twist is more and more roundabout.

The black robe was constrained by the stunned eyes of the eyes. This sound was the first time he heard it, but he was not the first time from the scent of the dying vortex! !

It is this breath that makes him unable to come for many years. It is this breath that is the source of the crisis in his life! !

"Who are you!" Emperor Tian went forward, and his right hand lifted up. The five fingers suddenly collapsed and turned into five blood arrows and went straight to the sky.

Suddenly these five blood arrows were turned into five blood dragons, and the roaring hustle and bustle merged with each other, forming a five-headed blood beast, and slammed into the whirlpool, and there was a roar of the sky.

In this roaring, if the whirlpool of the curtain of the day collapses, it will spread to the surrounding, and in the moment of its spread, it will reveal a figure dressed in white!

The figure is an old man with no eyes. The appearance of this old man is different in everyone's eyes. Even the same person, every time he blinks, looks different.

But... very few people can detect this, as if in their own consciousness, they automatically ignore the change of the old man's appearance.

Su Ming, in the moment of seeing this old man, he recognized the other party, it is the old man who repaired! !

Only this time, after seeing the old man’s appearance, he was a shocking and violent shock. This kind of vibration is unprecedented in his life. Even when he knew that it was the realm of yin death, his inner vibration was far away. Far from being able to compare with this moment.

If there are tens of millions or even more thunders in his mind, all of them will roar together at the same time, so that Su Ming’s consciousness will be confused in an instant, and his body will tremble fiercely, let him be completely human. It’s there, everything in front of him, only the old man’s touch.

He didn't dare to blink, he was afraid of blinking, the face of the other party would change again, and he would change the look he was watching now that made him tremble.

That way, in his memory is the most profound, that smile is the most memorable of his vitality, and everything that makes Su Ming's soul appear in this moment.

"Agong..." Su Ming murmured, and after this mutter, he made a shocking voice.

"Agong!!"

The old man in the sky, in this moment, appeared in the eyes of Su Ming, and it was awesome... It was the savage of Wushan, it was Mosang, it was Su Ming... Agong! !

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