Pursuit of the Truth

"There is a secret in this remote place. Intruders are almost rare to survive. Even if they are still alive, they will not mention the things in this place.

They can't say it, there are still other reasons. Su Ming looked at the horse thieves getting closer and closer to the village. While the horseshoes shook the ground, they even let the dogs in the village who were not willing to call. They felt that the crisis was almost violent, and the village was already in the village. The lights that are extinguished are lit up at this moment.

At the same time, a voice of exclamation and fear came from the village, and there was a cry of the baby, a mess.

"I have been observing this village for half a month. There is no such thing as a mortal village... It is neither illusion, then they are real."

"This village is built here. If there are often horse thieves here, they can't prevent it. But I can watch the inside and outside of the village without a fence."

"There are also a number of horse thieves who come here, why are they seen by me..." Su Ming squinted his eyes and thought that the horse thief had already approached the village less than a hundred feet, and the dog in the village choked. One by one, the child is in his arms, and when he trembles, he shows fear and despair.

The men in the village are holding any kind of weapon they can get in horror. They are afraid, but they are not retreating, but in despair, they are crazy.

In order to protect their families, they can give their lives in order to protect their homes.

"Killing, killing the village, killing all the males and the children of the elderly, taking away their food and women, they are moving faster. After destroying the village, we must get back as soon as possible." One of the most powerful male thieves In the smirk, he raised the scimitar in his hand and waved forward. All the big men behind him in the big squat were screaming and rushing straight to the village.

Baizhang, eighty feet, sixty feet...

Su Ming is in the distance. Looking at this scene, looking far away, the horse thief is already close to the village less than 30 feet. He looks at the fears in the village, the desperate people, watching the fear of the child’s innocent eyes at the moment, watching that one Why did a man guard his home without a half-step, and all the women were crying. Holding the child tightly, the eyes showed firmness.

Su Ming suddenly understood.

"I am hesitating..." Su Ming murmured.

"When I hesitate, I fell into the choice and chose to help the people in the village. I chose to assist the horse thief to kill the mortal, choose to be quiet, let things develop, or choose to kill everyone here, maybe Other choices, but...

This is not my will. It is my development in the world, surrounded by the environment and events, and I am forcibly involved in the choice. No matter what I do, I am choosing. ”

"This is a different place. In the remote world, the rumors are extremely dangerous. I understand!" Su Ming took a deep breath. He looked at the horse thief who was only ten feet away from the village. He understood everything in front of him. It was the world. It is this different place, giving yourself the first choice.

"Just like this dead tree, there is only one trunk, but the more it is up, the more branches will appear. Even if you choose a branch, you will encounter the choice again, until you reach the end. Is there an end?" Su Ming stood up and looked at the big tree next to him.

"Choose it..." Su Ming's eyes flashed coldly, and his right hand lifted up to the village not far away. At this moment, the horse thieves have already rushed into the village. The current horse thief has raised the scimitar in his hand. Facing a moment in front of a middle-aged man in front of him, suddenly, his body trembled fiercely, and the raised scimitar paused in the air, and the wind blew, the big man together with the horse under him, This moment has become a fly ash.

Without blood, no broken meat, his whole person directly became a fly ash, disappeared in front of everyone, and in the moment when everyone in the village glimpsed, the rest of the horse thieves behind the big man were all in horror. No motion, all... became a fly ash.

This strange scene immediately caused everyone in the village to breathe almost stagnant. They stared at the fly ash scattered in the snow in front of them. There was an unreal feeling, as if everything was a dream.

Until they saw Su Ming from the snow, step by step, all of them, all trembled back, a gray-haired Su Ming, wearing a white robe, came in this snow, until he Standing in front of the mortals of the village, his gaze swept through these people.

What he saw was fear. He was more horrified than when he met the horse thief. Su Ming regained his gaze in silence. He turned away. When he chose to leave, the wind blows his hair. Start.

"Preach...you...you are a legend!!" Suddenly, a trembling voice came out of the crowd. An old man quickly walked out a few steps. His face was wrinkled and it was already a fascinating look. He looked at Su Ming and his body was shaking.

"You are a legend, it is the legend of our village, it can't be wrong, it will never be wrong... I remember your portrait, you are the legend!"

Su Ming stunned and turned to look at the mortal old man.

The old man was speechless and unclear. He was uneasy in his anxiety and quickly pointed to a house in the village.

Su Ming blinked and looked at the house. He walked over and pushed open the door of the house. He stood at the door, his heart was shocked, he did not step in, but stood there for a long time.

This house is a ancestral hall with many cards in it. It is the place where the village is dead and worshipped by future generations. On the wall behind this evil card, a picture is hung.

There is a man in the picture. The man is wearing a white gown and has a long gray hair. He is sideways in the snow, like a movement that is turning, and the wind blows his long hair. This scene turns with Fang Cai. When you want to leave, it’s almost the same...

"This is the picture that we have been offering all the year round in our village. You are the same year..." Su Ming's back, the old man's trembling excitement, but this sound Su Ming did not hear, this is no longer important.

What is important is that Su Ming looked at the picture, looked at the long hair flying in the picture, and looked at the scattered snow. He understood that this was not a picture that existed many years ago, but that he was the only one.

"Differently..." Su Ming murmured, his right hand lifted up and grabbed the picture, and immediately the picture went straight to Su Ming, and Su Ming took it in his hand. Suddenly there was a majestic force coming out of the picture. After directly pouring into Su Ming's body, there was a vicissitude in his mind.

This voice has an ancient atmosphere, as if it came before the endless years, because of its age, even if it is heard in the ear, it also gives a sense of decay.

"Old man...the old dust." The voice echoed Su Ming's heart, and the vicissitudes of life brought a momentum that would make the starry sky still. Even at the moment when the sound spread, the snow around Su Ming did not move, all the villages. The people have completely lost signs of life, all standing there, motionless.

The rapid decay of the surrounding houses, as well as those who do not move, are also decaying at this moment.

Not only they, even the snow of the earth, even the wind of the sky, even the entire sky, at this moment, like decay, slowly dissipating.

Even the scrolls in the hands of Su Ming are here to dissipate, such as immersing in the passing of the ages, and quickly decaying.

All the colors around this time have retreated at this moment, leaving only the gray meaning, but Su Ming’s body still maintains a complete color, which is the only difference in this world.

"When the old man was born, the heavens and the earth have been opened, and the practice has no life. How long has been forgotten... For nine days in the sky, the old man enjoys one of them, and the cultivation has been exhausted. One mind is destroyed, and one is born.

A thought of all living beings gone, a thought of all things pregnant... Cangwu nine worlds, the heavens and the earth began to divide the day, the old man has become one, if the old man is destroyed, then the world is missing, if the old man is dead, then the heavens and the earth are not complete.

When the old man’s intentions are there, there will be a robbery, and the old man will think about it, that is, he will pursue his life for the rest of his life, and all the people in the world will cultivate all the souls in the realm of the world.

However, the heavens and the earth are detrimental, irreversible, and the sky is going to be destroyed. It is impossible to resist....The eight of them have failed and fallen into one, and only the old man is still struggling.

The nine worlds of the sky have broken their eight, what is the use of my struggle!

I want to reverse the sky. If it succeeds, it will reopen the heavens and the earth. If it fails... The heart of the heavens and the earth will have the dust of the old man. There are eight friends who are accompanied by dust, and the old man has no regrets.

Before the old man has not fallen, I have to set the rules. I am old and dusty... If the world is degraded and turned into dust, the people who have come will be able to get the source of the old man.

Shenyuan, the source of the nine worlds that was born when the heavens and the earth were first opened, can only be one of the nine realms of the heavens before they can be repaired to the extreme.

There are people, you are now in the sky, the old man does not know how many years later, but you can see that there are several real worlds under this sky, you can know that in today's era, there are a few such as the old man!

You look at the heart of the heavens and the earth, the nine dusts disappeared a few places, you can know that a few people have become Xuan Zun! ”

Su Ming’s heart was shocked. This is the strongest shock since he was conscious. The voice echoed in his heart made him a subversive cognition of the unknown.

"If you want to get the source of the old man, there are only three kinds of results. One of them is extinct. The second one is not qualified but can leave. You can't say a word, or you will die, and the third... melt the source of God and step into the road of Xuan Zun!"

Su Ming’s mind is like a million thunders, and his body trembles. The world around him is at this moment, all decay, the houses are dissipated, everyone becomes fly ash, the sky disappears, the earth turns into nothingness, only Su Ming alone Hey, standing there.

The picture in his hand also dissipated at the moment. {飘天文学 www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}