Pursuit of the Truth

In the snow, Su Ming's figure was gradually covered by snowflakes, and gradually went away. His repairs were at this moment. As he put on the mask, he immediately climbed up and reached the perfection from the later stage of the life. Go, the breath of a life, is diffused in his body.

The strong dead air formed a cycle in his body, but even if it was a life-deficient situation, Su Ming's footsteps still did not stop at a slight pace, and the indifference went to the distance.

As he left, the sky of the barbarian land was at this moment, and the blue sky rolled up and retreated, revealing a huge yin and whirlpool. The whirlpool slowly turned and made a roar of sound.

This whirl, like a roar, seems to be a spell that people can't understand.

In a short while, the vortex of the sky was turning faster and faster. As it turned, Su Ming raised his head in the snow of the earth. His face was wearing a black mask. The mask was very cold, with a su Ming’s eyes are also ruthless and indifferent.

He was dressed in white, and his slender body was at this moment. In addition to the cold, there was a kind of indifference to the people. His body slowly flew up and walked toward the vortex of the sky.

"Welcome to your arrival, the dying son of the dying world... I didn't expect it to be in the seven days, you put on the mask..." The vicissitudes of the sorrowful voice slowly spread out from this vortex, and there was no emotion in it. Fluctuation.

"Noisy!" Su Ming with a mask, cold and cold mouth, the cold of the words at this moment, it seems that the vortex can be one of them, this kind of unwelcome opening, without the slightest emotional fluctuations Let the old voice of the whirlpool be one of them.

But after a meal, it was a big laugh.

"Well, it is a matter of breaking the sentiment and losing the painful yin and death. The old man will open the passage for you and send you to the wasteland of Shenyuan. This time, you need to consume the energy accumulated in the age of the dead and the dead. ...you are successful!" The old voice was laughing. But seeing the sky's yin and whirlpool suddenly turned sharply, and soon in the center of its vortex, there was a huge virtual hole.

The virtual hole was dark, and there was a burst of purple lightning. In the moment of its appearance, Su Ming turned into a Changhong and went straight to the virtual hole.

Not long after, with Su Ming more and more close. When he appeared outside the virtual hole. His body paused and turned his head to look at the ground below.

The highest position in this sky. If the barbarian continent has been reduced by countless times, it can be seen all. Su Ming’s eyes are seen from the West League to Nanchen. Looking at Nanchen, he could see the ninth peak.

He saw the second brother coming out of Jiufeng Dongfu, his tiger behind him, and... the master who recovered from the petrochemical state.

It’s just that Su Ming’s eyes are indifferent, and the indifference makes anyone who is familiar with it feel strange. Su Ming turns his head and then looks at the ground and lifts his footsteps. Step into the virtual hole.

It was almost a moment when Su Ming stepped into this virtual hole. In the void in the sky behind him, the bald-haired crane made a sharp humming sound. It formed a long rainbow that could penetrate the void, and immediately followed Su Ming’s step into the virtual hole. Then he galloped, and then... rushed into the virtual hole.

Shenyuan wasteland.

Exist in the vast sky. The area that does not belong to the land of yin death, to be precise, is where the place of yin and death is outside, and the four real worlds of the space of the sun are in the same starry sky.

Here are the exiles of the four real worlds for thousands of years, all those who are sinful but hard to kill. There are many evils in the world, and there are four great forces composed of many powerful people who have been rotated every five thousand years. In this source of wasteland guards.

Their guards are not only to prevent the return of those who are judged to have sin, but more importantly to suppress the aliens from the wasteland of God.

There are countless abandoned comprehension stars in the starry sky where the entire Shenyuan wasteland is located. A large number of toxic gases pervade this abandoned starry sky. Those gases are strong and even repaired to be slightly weaker. Rotten and died.

The scope of Shenyuan's wasteland is extremely large. Few people know its specific size. The rumor has been extremely rich here, but a war between the four realms and the so-called aliens has made this a ruin.

There are many entrances to the Shenyuan wasteland, but the export has only found one place in the past few years. At this exit, there is a blockade. The blockade is arranged by the four real worlds, and it is also a combination of the four real worlds. To suppress the place here.

Such as a gully, for thousands of years, resisted many times from the Shenyuan wasteland to launch here.

It is a gully with more than a thousand mature stars. They are condensed together and arranged a large array of sealed stars to block the ruins of this source.

Even outside this exit, there is a much larger repression, all in order to prevent the aliens of the wasteland.

As for those who are sinful in the four real worlds, they are exiled into this wasteland of the gods, in order to let these people conflict with the aliens here, let them kill each other, in this waste of resources In the star domain, compete for opportunities to survive.

In this wasteland of the gods, living is a kind of longing. Only when you live, there are infinite possibilities, but the poverty of resources, the lack of food, the chaos of heaven and earth, make it often fierce in order to compete for resources. Kill.

These are the hopes and joys of the four real worlds. As long as the export is sealed, then sinners are often put inward, and after waiting for the passage of time, it will gradually be destroyed.

This idea is not without omissions, but in the tens of thousands of years of suppression in the four real worlds, almost all omissions have been slowly compensated in various ways, making this a hell.

In fact, it is indeed a hell, a cage, a crazy wasteland, the four real worlds and the aliens of the year, the deaths of countless years, making this piece of God's waste land endless death Qi, the degree of these deadly, although not comparable to the place of yin death, but there is not much difference.

Even some places are more concentrated, but in some areas, they are thin.

Su Ming is lying on a **** earthy ground. The **** and vomiting blood is mixed with hot air. Here is an abandoned comprehension star, a volcanic comprehension star, even those volcanoes. It is all year round, and there is a smell in the air here that people will incinerate after inhalation.

Su Ming has been lying here for three days. Here, it is also the place where he first appeared after the wasteland of the gods. The large amount of toxic gases and the thin dead air make this place in the wasteland of the gods, not too A star that is suitable for living but can barely accept.

But for Su Ming, the thin dead air here made him appear as soon as he appeared, and the whole body would melt like it, and a lot of black gas would be scattered from his body. This state is not the first time Su Ming encountered. This is the lack of intensity of the dead air here, which makes his yin body unable to adapt, and thus an aging.

At this time in the past, the pain from inside and outside the body will flood Su Ming repeatedly trying to flood, but this time... Su Ming calmly looked at the sky and quietly looked at the muddy sky. There is no pain in his body.

Because he broke his pain.

The sky here, despite its turbidity, has a true feeling that Su Ming has never felt before. It is a real starry sky, not a day when the barbarian is illusory by the yin and dying.

The aging and melting of the body has been in Su Ming for three days. In addition, a large amount of poisonous gas permeated around it, which made Su Ming’s clothes have decayed, causing his body to melt and recover. An ugly pustule.

But these, Su Ming seems to be the same, he is always lying there quietly, looking at the sky, I do not know what to think. The mask on his face, after coming to this wasteland of the gods, slowly melted away, seemingly deep into the skin of Su Ming, seemingly disappearing, making Su Ming’s pale face reveal, but actually Su Ming Can feel its existence.

The bald-haired crane squatted on the side, turned into a red stone, had two eyes on the stone, and looked at Su Ming with his eyes. The poison gas here made it feel quite uncomfortable, but it was not as good as Su Ming. Melting and aging appear in the rareness of death.

The reason why it turned into a stone is because after it came here, I don’t know why there is a familiar feeling. It seems that if I still keep the bald crane, once I see it, the end will be very miserable.

So subconsciously, it became like this at the side of Su Ming.

Time slowly passed. At the twilight of the third day, the heat and poisonous gas that existed in this place, after a little dissipated, Su Ming’s eyes suddenly flashed. When he looked coldly, he was bald. The eyes above the stone that Mao He has made are also hidden immediately.

In a short time, the sound of footsteps came from afar. It was seven or eight people who were thin and thin. They all licked a body, and they passed through the distance from a distance.

Suddenly, this team leader is the first, it is a thin skinny, but the eyes are extremely bright, flashing middle-aged man, this person is carrying a rotting body, he stepped, with With his footsteps stopped, the seven people behind him stopped at the same time.

The middle-aged man was wearing a purple robes. The robes looked so damaged and extremely wide. It was obviously not the clothing of the thin middle-aged man himself.

As he paused, the purple robe man blinked and looked at Su Ming, who was lying in the distance. While he was looking at him, he lay down the squatting body behind him and went straight to Su Ming.

The speed is fast, the distance of hundreds of feet is approaching, and the fluctuations that are not weaker than Su Mingxiu are swirling on the body. This is a thin and thin old man. The old man is skinny and squats and comes to Su Ming. Later, he looked at Su Ming's indifferent eyes and suddenly laughed.

"Head, there is a sacrifice that can be sacrificed to the gods, especially if he is not dead yet."

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