Pursuit of the Truth

"Our barbarian..." Su Ming looked at the old man, did not speak, the five words he agreed, but more is an incomprehensible complex, this complex originated from the Taici family ancestor New name.

The fourth variety.

There are four, then there may not be number five or even six, but there must be three, two and one.

Who are they……

"With the mind and means of repairing Lieshan, if I have a heart of calculation, then maybe I... is one of those one, two, and three." Su Ming looks calm, does not reveal the inner thoughts, all this is just His guess may be true or maybe false.

Just as people can not hurt the hearts of others, but they must be wary of others. Because... This is the world of practice, this is the world of the weak and the strong, this is the cruel era of the wrong step.

The wind is walking in the heavens and the earth, Su Ming is by his side, the two are walking in the void, and slowly moving forward, Yurou and Chihuo Hou, and the two black and yellow big dogs follow behind, galloping all the way.

"This piece of land, on the entire black ink star, more than half of the family in each family, was planted a wild species, in the subtle influence they no longer think that they are monks, but accepted the title of barbarian. "The wind is old and gentle, and the sound echoes slowly in the wind."

"The entire black ink star trades with the outside world every year. We control 80%. We can decide how much a certain item trades. By controlling this, we control the lifeline of Shenyuan Xinghai and the four real worlds.

The competition has never been reduced. Every other time, there will be external strengths to rob the resources on the black ink star. For example, this Taici family was a tribe of vagrants from the outer domain. It was only here that I was secretly divided and disabled. Until today... even if there are no people who provoke you, it will not take long for us to Wipe it off. "The old voice of the wind whirls around in this heaven. He walked through the mountains with Su Ming, walked through a long river, and made a plain everywhere."

"You didn't think that after coming to Black Star, there was no such feeling of being too strange?" When the wind was moving forward, he turned his head and smiled at Su Ming.

"The mountains and rivers here, the plains here, the landforms here... If you look carefully, you can see... everything has been traced and transformed into... the barbaric world in our memory." Instead of opening, he quietly looked at Su Ming.

Su Ming is silent. This point has been observed before. Now this road has already seen the clue. As the old saying goes, the land here... there will always be some places for him to know each other.

"In the distance is the city of Mok, where the ink family is very strict, and it is... the weakest family we control, the alien core group from the source of the sea, they...have their pride." Going all the way, Su Ming saw too many families, and now the voice of the old wind came from the ear, looking at his gaze, Su Ming saw a majestic far away... the city of the beast!

It was a huge black unicorn. This unicorn stood on the ground, and the head was lifted up against the sky. The look was with a sense of missing, such as looking up at the eyes of the sky, looking at the stars in his hometown.

This black unicorn is a million miles away. At first glance, it is almost boundless. A huge pressure fluctuates from there. This strong pressure is similar to the death of the palm.

The old man did not go to Momo City with Su Ming, but after he passed around, he followed Su Ming almost all the black ink stars, including Star City.

Until the end, as the sky gradually darkened, he took Su Ming to a mountain on the black ink star. This is a mountain like a dragon ridge, as if the dragon was sleeping and the mountain was dark.

Looking down from the sky, I can see vaguely on a high mountain in the mountain range. It seems to be standing alone. This person is extremely tall and burly, standing there, and even has a kind of mountain than his foot. The meaning of 嵘.

As if, wherever he is, everything around him will be centered on him. Even the heavens and the earth in this area seem to be different from the surrounding, and there are some feelings of depression, such as worshipping this person.

Su Ming can only see this person's back in a vague way, but as he approaches the old wind, the back is slowly clear, until it is completely clear, Su Ming looks a touch of complexity.

Because... this is not a living person, but a stone sculpture.

Lieshan repaired... stone carving! !

The wind and the old body came, standing next to the stone carving, Su Ming stood there silently, his eyes fell on the stone carving, silent.

"You are late." For a long time, the old man sighed and said to Su Ming's calm opening.

"This is not a stone sculpture. This is 8,000 years ago. Lieshan stood here and looked at the sunrise and sunset. He seemed to be thinking about something. After three years, his body became a stone sculpture, and his soul did not know where to go. His vitality has disappeared."

"But before his soul disappeared, the old man and the old man of the rain heard the gods of the gods.

He told us that he went to a place where you can decide the fate of our barbarian. He may never return in this life. If he does not return, he will create everything that belongs to the later barbarians.

If the coming goddess wants to find him, then... will be a battle for the gods!

The old man doesn't quite understand what the sacred gods mean, but I think you should understand. "The wind is silent for a moment, and I have a deep look at Su Ming. The body stepped back a few steps. Outside the hundreds of feet, sit down on the knees and close your eyes and stop talking."

Su Ming looked as usual, and the outsiders couldn't see how his thoughts. When the wind retreated, he looked up at the statue in front of him and walked over. At the proof of the statue, he saw the look of Lieshan.

It was a face full of vicissitudes, with a sturdy face. The depth of the eyes was already deep, even if it was turned into a stone carving. A feeling of sadness was felt when Su Ming looked at the statue.

Lieshan Xiu looked at the sky like that, as if thinking about something.

Looking at Lieshan Xiu, this way, he is in line with Su Ming's inner impression of Lieshan, not the darkness revealed by the despicable and savage means previously seen.

"Give me the right to choose..." After a long time, Su Ming murmured, saying that only he could hear it.

The words left by Lieshan Xiu are not complicated and intuitive. Feng Lao said that he does not understand that it is a fake. He does not want to understand. The answer is not that he can decide, but who is qualified to decide. The road of choice.

This road, who can qualify to go on, is only a god.

A generation is good, a second generation is good, three generations and four generations... As long as it is recognized by the barbarian land, as long as it is the heart of the barbarian, then... he has the qualification to go this way.

As time passed by, Su Ming looked at the statue of Lieshan, until the night passed, and when the sky was bright again, Su Ming stood beside the statue of Lieshan, and raised his head and looked at the sky.

His move was the same as that of the statue of Lieshan. Although he did not have the stalwart of the Lieshan Mountain, he stood there and still had the meaning of heaven and earth at his feet.

He looked at the sky like this and looked at it silently.

One day, two days, three days...

There is a quiet coming of the mountains on this mountain. The first one is the old man who Su Ming once saw on the light curtain and sat on the huge octopus, which is the wind, jade, thunder and fog. Rain will.

His old feelings are very similar to the wind, calmly coming, sitting silently beside the old man, neither of them talking, but sitting there, seems to be waiting for a choice of Su Ming.

The disappearance of time has caused many figures behind them. All of them are old people. They are all highly respected people in the Lieshan family. They rarely go out on weekdays, but now they are all here, complicated. Looking at Su Ming's back, he chose to sit down and wait.

After half a month, nearly a hundred people were waiting, their eyes condensed on Su Ming, but Su Ming was not aware of it. He looked at the sky. He was thinking, and the Lishan repairs of that year were watching.

After watching it for half a month, Su Ming saw more than ten sunrises and sunsets, but he had no answer. After half a month passed, Su Ming looked at the sky. He suddenly understood.

There is nothing in the sky. Lishan Xiu was not watching the sky in the same year. It was his own... it was its inner heart. He was hesitating and thinking about one thing.

"The battle of the gods..." Su Ming whispered.

"But I don't want to fight." Su Ming looked at the sky.

"If you don't argue, if you don't come back for two thousand years, then everything is left to me... This is what you want to tell me, your choice.

But how do I feel that all this is a mirror, this is not your real choice, your final choice is to let me fight with you..." Su Ming sighed, he slowly put down the head looking at the sky, turn Passing over, his eyes fell on the body of hundreds of people who were hundreds of feet behind him.

He is watching them, they are watching him.

Both sides are silent.

"Tell me, who is the third species?" Su Ming slowly opened his mouth.

"Shenyuan Xinghai, the **** of the sky, 20,000 years ago, a generation of Tianjiao." Answering Su Ming is the old man.

"What about the second?" Su Ming asked.

"The four real worlds guard the power... a monk from the morning of the road." Rain said hoarsely, this is the first time he opened his mouth, where the sound passed, as if the water vapor spread.

"No. 1, who is it." Su Ming said quietly and faintly.

His words are everywhere, the old wind and the old rain, and his eyes fell on Su Ming, but Su Ming stood beside the statue of Lieshan, which made this look, I wonder if it was a coincidence, but also repaired Lieshan. The statue is enveloped. (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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