Pursuit of the Truth

From the time when Su Ming stepped into the secret room, the time has passed for seventeen days.

This secret room is not on the ground, but in the many attic of the jade family. Among the majestic underground palaces, the palace was built for tens of thousands of years, which is the most secret of the jade family.

At this moment, in the depths of this palace, Su Ming's secret room, there are two huge stone gates, intertwined with each other, and formed a door of Senran with a size of several dozen feet.

There are a lot of blood-colored runes on this door. These are the secrets of civilization, and they are full of strong fluctuations. Even if it is the full-scale attack in the late stage, it is difficult to destroy this stone door in a short time.

Today, outside the Shimen, the thirteen old men of the jade family, sitting one by one with respectful knees, as if they were protecting the law, their enthusiasm for the Yu family ancestors, so that they can give life for this guardian.

If anyone dares to break in at this time, they will face the crazy shots of these 13 old men.

In addition to these thirteen people, she is still sitting on the side of Yu, her expression is always elegant, sitting there silently, and the thirteen old looks like a different way, her beauty, and the sinister decay of the thirteenth , out of place.

"The ancestors have been closed for 17 days... Will there be any problems?" After seventeen days of waiting, the thirteen old people could not help but secretly anxious. After all, Su Ming said only a few days before the retreat.

"Staying in the mouth, the ancestors repaired the sky, what problems can he have in the elderly? This is obviously the ancestor is absorbing the life of the apostle, so that he can better have a new body." The person’s identity is slightly higher, making the old man who is worried about the party, bowing his head.

"Not necessarily!" The voice of a vicissitudes of life, slowly coming out from the mouth of another old man like a beggar.

"Have you ever thought about the consequences of the failure of the ancestors?"

"This is impossible. With the preparation of the ancestors and the preparation for tens of thousands of years, it will not fail."

"Yes, it is possible for the seven generations to say, if...if it fails?"

"If it is a failure, then it is not the ancestor, but the apostle before us." There are many of the thirteen people, and at the same time, their eyes flashed, and they heard each other.

Only Yu is in the distance, quiet and does not smell the slightest.

In this long wait, in the hesitation and speculation that slowly grew, time passed three days.

Su Ming has entered the Chamber of Secrets for 20 days. On this day, the dusk outside the palace, the breeze caress, making the trees swing, in this palace, suddenly there is a roaring sound, sullen and reverberating.

The appearance of this voice immediately let the thirteen old men all lifted their heads quickly, and they all looked at the door of the secret room. The body stood up from the knees and turned into a bow.

The roaring sound was uploaded from the door of this Chamber of Secrets. This is the sound that the door is slowly being opened from the inside. As the sound of the explosion is stronger, gradually, a gap is opened in the middle of the door.

The gap is getting bigger and bigger. When the Shimen is about to open completely after a while, the 13 old people will immediately disapprove the words regardless of their inner guess.

"I will wait, see my ancestors!"

A bang, the stone door was completely opened, and the inside was dark. The green candle in the underground palace seemed to be deep into the darkness of the stone door, but it was stopped outside the door, as if there was an invisible force in it. Stop all the light coming.

In this darkness, footsteps gradually came and echoed throughout the palace. The footsteps were not ruined. After counting the numbers, Su Ming’s figure appeared in Shimen, revealing in front of everyone, his footsteps. A meal, did not continue to go out.

He stood in the darkness, and the dark green mansions outside the step loomed around, making Su Ming able to see the outside, but when people outside looked at Su Ming, they could only see the blur.

In the face of the words of the 13 old men, Su Ming did not respond in the slightest, he stood in the darkness, his eyes swept from the thirteen people, surrounded by this moment, a dead silence.

It seems that even the sound of breathing has disappeared, which makes the feeling of depression appearing at the same time of death. This feeling is that the 13 old people feel extremely strong. They bow down to the ground and dare not look up, but they It is the ability to feel the contraction of the pores of the body, which is an instinct before the danger.

It is because there is no head-up, so it will be more intense in feeling. They feel the sin of the extremely evil, the overbearing and the feminine perfection.

This breath is so varied that it is unpredictable. When it is overbearing, it seems to be able to destroy all beings. When it is feminine, it is like a mud whirlpool. Once you step in, you will never be able to climb out. It is even more difficult for the thirteen old people to hesitate to guess inside.

In the tension of these thirteen people, the only jade look is still indifferent, but all this is just appearance. In fact, her body is also slightly trembling, but it is not obvious.

After the tenth interest, this breath gradually dissipated, and the thirteen old men secretly sighed for a moment, and Su Ming took the last step, from the darkness to the light.

His body is completely exposed, gray long hair, white gown, handsome and almost fascinating face, with a touch of vicissitudes of life, this vicissitudes do not belong to him, but for some reason, short-lived Remained on him.

The vicissitudes of this vicissitudes can not be deliberately made. If there is not enough precipitation in the years, and there is no illusion of seeing through everything, it will certainly not exist in the people who have not experienced this experience.

This vicissitudes of life, the brakes that make the thirteen old people shake their hearts, the decay of their bodies, seems to be too thin in the face of Su Ming's vicissitudes of life, not even worthy of being called old.

When the thirteen old people were shaken, Su Ming faintly looked at the past. His eyes were like a pool of water, calm, but if someone carefully looked at it, he would immediately be lost in the eyes, the squat in the eyes. The hidden depth is deep, and it also contains a sense of convincing people, as if... Under the gaze of this pair of eyes, everything that the other party said can be believed.

This is... As long as I believe, there is the power that exists. This is the sentiment that Su Ming got from that sentence in the three-door way. This sentiment and Su Ming’s fusion of the sun, the moon and the stars became Su Ming at this moment. It is said to be the most powerful and mysterious supernatural power.

This technique, once used, will be a change of the wind and the sky.

"You, believe me." Su Ming faintly opened, he just recovered from the strange picture in his mind, there is a vicissitudes in his body, and there is also a white-haired man in his mind, even in his In the eyes, the white hair man also looked at the sorrow of the sky.

This vicissitudes, this figure, this sadness, everything that remains on Su Ming today, with the insinuation of Su Ming’s words, makes the palace empty without distortion, the wave spreads, and the moment is filled with the moment, covering it The entire underground palace.

The sound was singular, and when it came back, even the green candlelight here was shaken a few times.

Even at this moment, Su Ming’s appearance seems to have changed, and people have a sense of vagueness. It seems that Su Ming at the moment has become a white-haired person, carrying his hands and standing between the collapsed world. Looking down on the sky.

This is not the power of Su Ming. This is the surviving of Su Ming in the sentiment. It can even be said that this is Su Ming who borrowed the white-haired man. Only one sentence left, it can condense the power of the man of terror. .

This kind of borrowing can only be done by Su Ming at this moment. In addition, even if he realizes it again, he can't do this. Because the sentiment of Fangcai is over, the sentence disappears in Sanmen Road. Within days, it dissipated in the heavens and the earth and returned to the years that belonged to it.

Unless Su Ming can truly understand it, otherwise, this moment will be the strongest moment of the magical power.

Thirteen of them were old men in the late period of the world. Their minds had a strong indescribable roar at this moment. In this roar, their ears, their minds, their souls all picked up. Su Ming’s voice.

This voice carries an unquestionable one, and with all the heavens and the earth will give in, even if the sky is to be bowed, all sentient beings are in front of them, and if they dare not obey, no matter what they do, they must vanish.

Under the roar, the thirteen old people all squirted a blood, but the seven bleeds, the body rewinded, and after squatting out of the hundreds of feet, each one turned pale, and the look was dazed, but also Contains a flame.

That is... a purple flame, a flame that is more fanatical than the jade ancestors.

Even Yurou, at this moment, under the explosive atmosphere of Su Ming, spurted out blood, and the body continued to retreat. Her silence was no longer, her grace disappeared, everything in her heart, They were torn at this moment and were forced into a mind.

That is to follow Su Ming's idea!

In her eyes, there is also a purple flame!

"I believe..." Yurou was short of breath, and when he murmured, the thirteen old men also had a feverish embarrassment at this moment.

"Believe!!"

"Believe!!!"

The resounding of the thirteen voices caused the palace to pick up countless echoes. Under the constant spread, there was an illusion of the trembling of the underground palace.

With the export of their words, Su Ming's eyes slowly closed, and the remaining breath on his body disappeared, and the figure was no longer blurred.

"Your strength is the belief that people are heartfelt... This power is in my hands. I chose... people have to give in!" Su Ming opened his eyes, looked fascinating, and the light in his eyes gave People have a feeling of endless depth -

The bald-headed crane looked at the starry sky with grief, grabbed his bare body and tried to grab some hair, but there was no...

It can only squeeze the eyes toward the starry sky and want to shed tears.

"Dao friends, you like the grandfather of the crane... ah no... that I haven’t played for a long time, discuss it, give the monthly ticket and the recommended ticket. This is more important than the spar. I am holding it to threaten the ear. Fat man... Please, please..." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (this site) to subscribe, reward, your support is my greatest motivation.)

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