Pursuit of the Truth

Under this wave, the heavens and the earth roared back to dàng, and the void between the arm and the stone sea nine people immediately appeared a series of bo lines, and the nine people in Shihai were shocked, as if they had been bombarded by a powerful face. In an individual, the blood in the body collapsed, and the face sè spurted out a large mouthful of blood in the pale, and fell to the earth in the rewinding. Although there was no death, the whole body seemed to burst open and could not stand up.

"I didn't die? The weak veins of Miao Manchu are not to be underestimated. After all, in your blood, there are still some inheritances of some of the young people..." The voice of yin Sen returned to dàng, I don't know what means to use in the fog, so that the roar of the strange beast contains a bit of pain.

"A sealed Pengpeng is not difficult... This seal can limit most of your strength. I see how you resist!" There was a glimmer of joy in the words of yin Sen.

But at this moment, a low voice came from the distant sky.

"The thief, the bad mountain, the great courage!!" With the sound, it is the angry and savage Jingnan of the Fengzhen tribe, behind him, followed by a beautiful face, but The woman with a frosty purple dress, this woman has entered middle age, but the beauty is not reduced at all. At this moment, the eyes are full of anger and murder.

After the two of them came, they didn't hesitate, and they rushed into the crack and entered the black mist of the windy mountains. Then, the roaring sounds were astoundingly heard in the dark fog. There was a low voice from Jingnan.

Su Ming did not know everything that happened in Fengzhen Mountain. Even if he knew it, he would not care. The most important thing he wants now is to return to the Horde as fast as possible.

He wants to take a look at the tribe, is it... still...

He wants to take a look at the people, is it... well...

He was nervous, anxious, and mad. Now he has become silent. On this land, running silently in this snow, leaving from Ahgong to now, has passed for a long time, the sky is still slightly bright, Su Ming knows that The speed of Wuhuan, Agong, they are afraid to return to the tribe long ago.

"Never do something wrong..." Su Ming's body continually jumps on the ground, bursting out the strongest speed in his life.

The speed is fast, at first glance, it is still near, but in the blink of an eye, it disappears into the distance. He runs desperately, even ignores the exhaustion, but also makes the speed faster. He is filled with two hundred and four. Thirteen blood lines are constantly erupting, in exchange for longer-lasting power, making him faster and faster.

When the sky was completely lit, when the first Yang looked up, the light shone on the earth, and the snow on the ground reflected a glaring silver awn. Su Ming ran out of the vast plain where the Fengzhen tribe was located, and rushed into it. In the dry jungle, it was close to the place where he had been to the trade.

This distance, if it is changed to the previous speed, he needs a long time to spend, but now, in his silence, it took less than two hours.

This speed is already very fast and unbelievable. It can be felt in Su Ming, still too slow!

He didn't go to squat again, but in that quietness, the double tui bulged countless blue veins, and he was walking through the jungle. He flashed and leaped and rushed out again. In this constant running, Su Ming sweat filled the whole body, not only the double tui had a pain, he was almost everywhere in the whole body, and there was pain at the moment.

Time passed by, and gradually, it was almost noon, the snow in the sky was no longer falling, the sky was cloudless and clear, but in the jungle on the earth, there was such a figure, running silently. His sweat could not even flow down the skin and was immediately left behind.

Supporting Su Ming is a persistent, a perseverance, he is anxious about the comfort of the tribe, worried about the life and death of the tribe, the feeling that can't be said, makes him feel as if his body is empty, there is only the persistent running. .

Originally, I had to spend a whole night without listening to the distance. Now, at the time of Su Ming’s galloping, at that noon, I gradually got closer. Slowly, Su Ming’s eyes were out of action. tension.

He is getting closer and closer to the tribe. His heartbeat screams back to the whole body, making him feel more nervous and nervous. He is afraid to see the collapse of the tribe, afraid to see the dead body.

He is afraid, but his speed is not diminished, and there is a fierceness in the body.

When his eyes finally appeared in the outline of the Wushan Ministry, Su Ming’s body trembled and tears flowed down.

From a distance, the gates of the tribes collapsed. There were also many places where the giant wooden fences were broken. More thin black smoke emerged, apparently experiencing a fire.

Inside the tribe, it is not silence, but there are a large number of ethnic groups, as if they are gathering.

Seeing that the tribes were largely unaffected, Su Ming’s anxiety was slightly eased, but what followed was a murderous, a murderous machine that destroyed the enemy of the Wushan tribe.

Su Ming swayed and went straight to the tribe. He had not waited for him to be seen. He was immediately seen by the hunters in the tribe. These people were suddenly wary, but when they looked at Su Ming’s appearance, It is a kind of relaxation, the exhaustion of God, it is difficult to cover up.

Su Ming with tears, returned to the tribe, walked through the door that had been smashed into pieces, and went to the tribe. He saw the exhaustion of the hunters and saw dozens of bodies on the ground of the tribal center. .

Those corpses, every Su Ming is familiar, that is his people. Next to the body, some people are crying, it is their loved ones, and the crying sounds back in this tribe, so that Su Ming’s heart, stinging as if to drip blood.

He saw the ordinary people, nowadays God is sad, revealing fear and sorrow, is quickly packing up the luggage, ran to the place where the tribes gathered.

He saw the little Messenger, the little face of the child, with tears, with fear and fear, clutching the hand of the mother, as if once released, it will never touch again...

In the tribe, a lot of animal skins have collapsed, the ground is very messy, and there is a thrilling blood. Obviously, not long ago, there was a war here.

Looking at it, Su Ming’s hands were holding hands, and his eyes were hatred. It was a rare boy who was less than seventeen years old, hate and kill!

Su Ming’s tears continued to flow. He saw a good neighbor to his mother, who was very good at himself. He sat in a ruined leather account, and she was alone, empty... her child died. Her husband is dead...only she is left, sitting there with a sigh.

When Su Ming looked at it, he clearly felt the unspeakable grief.

"Montenegro!!" Su Ming bit his teeth, he saw Lei Chen, Lei Chen God tired, in the crowd, is helping the tribe to assemble, helping the tribe to sort out some items that are very important to the tribe.

Lei Chen did not notice Su Ming, he was exhausted at the moment.

Su Ming also saw Ula, who has always been contemptuous of him, but the girl who is faintly admired by the Mexican, seems to grow up at the moment, she carries a big bow, in the crowd, while whispering comfort, Help them assemble as quickly as possible.

There is also Dust Xin, also in the crowd, the weak **** sè, looks pitiful, but the firmness in his eyes is equally representative, she also grew up.

Su Ming did not see the patriarch, the first, did not see the mountain marks and Beiling, and even some of the strongest of the third layer of coagulation in the tribe, are no longer here.

But Su Ming saw the grandfather.

Agong is in the distance, his face is pale, and his face looks too old and too much, as if this night for him, as in the past few decades, the Agong at the moment is looking down to help a left-tui flesh-and-blood person to heal, The tribe is a barbarian, about twenty-seven years old, and Su Ming knows that he is a Liudi who often plays the distortion.

This person usually does not like to be in contact with people in the tribe. There is a fist-sized bone in his waist. There are several small holes in it, which looks very strange.

This thing, Su Ming knows, it is called 埙, is a musical instrument, many people in the tribe will not play, only this person seems to have talent, in the tribe, sometimes can hear that sly voice.

Now, in his face, there is no pain, and some are only persistent and firm.

Su Ming shed tears and walked step by step. Everything he saw after returning to the Horde, his anger was turned into a murderous battle. He wanted to fight for the Horde!

"Agong... Don't worry about me, my double tui has been abolished, but I can still fight... I..." As Su Ming approached, he heard the hoarse words of the people who were healed by the public.

A **** god sè faint, lu out of sorrow, gently nodded, seems to be aware, looked up and saw the coming Su Ming.

At the moment of seeing Su Ming, the whole person of Agong completely stunned. God revealed a strong accident and shock. He understood his seal. He knew that this seal could be broken so quickly, but in front of him. Su Ming, but let him be there, as if illusion.

Ah Gong, for the first time, in front of Su Ming, Lu was so sè, he could not believe that Su Ming could break his seal and return to the tribe in such a fast situation.

At this moment, not only the Agong saw Su Ming, but also Lei Chen saw it. He widened his eyes and unbelievable. At the same time, not far from the Ula, he also accidentally saw the Su in front of the Agong. Ming.

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