Pursuit of the Truth

The night has already come, but today there is a faint white awn, and the faint moonlight falls on the snow in the jungle, and it has a cold light. With the screaming noise, the people who migrated in the Wushan area This rushed to the night before dawn.

The surroundings are very quiet. Apart from the sound of snow, there is almost nothing else. The Wushan people are silent. Whether it is the old man, the woman, or the Lasu, all of them are silent in this night's migration.

A few hours have passed since the previous battle. The tragic degree of the war has made all the Wushan people deeply remembered in their minds, engraved in the soul, and will never forget.

Before leaving, there were more than 30 barbarians in the Wushan Department, and now there are only 14 people left in that battle. All the fourteen people had dried up their blood, and when they were sad, they took a small smother and silently guarded the people and walked forward.

They have died more than a dozen people, but the Ministry of Montenegro has paid more. This is related to cultivation, but more importantly, the invading Montenegro is far from the Wushan people who have to leave their homes. That attachment, the courage called guardian, a self-destruction, perhaps brought to the invaders of Montenegro, is contemptuous, but two, three, four times... but it is given to those in Montenegro, one from The fear of the heart.

The Wushan Department is weak, but this is weak, but there is a strong one!

Su Ming walked silently. From the time of the battle of Fangcai, in these few hours, he did not say a word. He seemed to be very cheerful. He, who had the impulsiveness of the young man, now finally learned to silence. Not to roar.

Just learning the price of silence, its heavy degree, makes people sad.

Su Ming knows that from this day, his innocence has shattered and left his body. From this day on, his happiness melted and disappeared into the blood. From this day, his tears were slowly silenced. Replace.

The passage of time, soon dawn, the people who walked all night, did not stop in the exhaustion, everyone gritted their teeth, support each other, almost run, and quickly migrated.

During the daytime, it gradually dissipated during this migration. The tribes on the way could not bear this kind of fatigue. After a small half-hour break, they rushed again.

Until the night of the second day came, until the moonlight once again fell on the snow-covered land of the jungle, the people of the Wushan Ministry, in the silence, quickly walked.

"Su Ming brother..." Su Ming’s ear came with a soft voice, and he turned his head and saw the little girl who was held by the people in the family.

Looking at the child's clean eyes, Su Ming's face, a smile, but the smile on the face of the blood, looks like it is terrible.

But the little girl didn't feel terrible, but stared at her big eyes and looked at Su Ming. After hesitating, she raised some dirty hands and wiped the dry blood on her face for Su Ming.

Feel the little girl's delicate hand touching on his face, Su Ming's heart, in the pain of the blood, there is warmth.

"Su Ming brother is not afraid... I am not afraid..." The little girl took back her hand and put some blood on her hand. She looked at Su Ming, in the bright eyes, which few children have. firm.

Su Ming touched the little girl's head, did not speak, but looked to the front, the road ahead was hidden in the jungle, can not see where the future is.

On the other side of the crowd, Lei Chen always held his fist. The blood behind him was dry, and the pain was ignored by him. His eyes were bloodthirsty and more sad. He would not forget the battle that happened last night. If it wasn't for the elders of a family who had smothered the bloodline before the death and died, fearing that they would be their own body, they would stay in the battlefield.

In front of him, it was Ula. The girl was pale and her face was full of exhaustion. She had dry blood on her left arm. She couldn’t lift it. On her face, there was a large piece of flesh and blood that made it paralyzed. Good looks are no longer.

However, in her eyes, she did not give up, and still carries the inherent obsession of the Wushan tribe.

At the rear, Bei Ling and Dian Xin, they pull their hands, as if they would never want to separate, guard the crowd and go.

Agong is still at the end. The white hair on his head and the wrinkles on his face are in the eyes of Su Ming, making Su Ming’s heart more painful. He can see the fatigue of the grandfather.

The night of the second day, the moon of the day, is not a bend, but a full moon, but today is obviously not the full moon night, perhaps, tomorrow, perhaps, the day after tomorrow.

As the tribes moved, sometimes there were ethnic **** who came from all directions, and the number was small, only four. These four people are the explorers sent by the tribe. They brave the life and death, and they must return any changes in the surroundings to the informed time.

If they did not return, then the representative, there was a change.

The passage of time, and soon it was an hour, the darkness of the sky, as if there was a terrible gaze, staring at the land, looking at the people of Wushan, walking fast there.

At this moment, the four people who should have returned on time, only three of them came back, but the people who were exploring at the rear did not trace the traces. Su Ming’s body was violently cocked, and his eyes were sharp and turned to stop. Also aware of the bad, there are other people, A Gong eyes flashed, clenched the bones in his hand.

Suddenly, a faint roar of sound fainted from the back. This voice was introduced into the ears of all Wushan tribes, and Su Ming was sad and strong.

He knows that this is the blood line.

He knows that the enemy of Montenegro is coming again!

"Don't stop, speed up the speed migration, all the barbarians guard, and fight back!" Agong's hand sticks toward the earth, his left hand lifts up, and flies toward the tribe, and immediately the tribe is distorted again and again, but before seeing it The image of Wushan was once again illusory, floating on the tribal crowd, emitting the guardian light.

It floats with the movement of the crowd, and it exists. As long as it is not damaged, it can keep the people under its light safe.

It was almost the moment when the Wushan statue appeared. Ah Gong’s head looked up, and his look revealed the unprecedented dignity of the war. His eyes showed through the mans, and he stared straight at the dark sky.

Seeing this dark sky, suddenly suddenly changed, a red mans came out of the air, and when it merged with the black, it seemed to be purple, and the red mans spread, like a blood, spread over half of the sky.

A hoarse and gloomy voice swirled around the world and spread to all directions.

"Mosang..." With the reverberation of the voice, a great pressure, from the sky, came to the fore, the power of the pressure, in the moment of the scattered earth, immediately let all the Wushan tribes on the ground clearly feel Even the image of the Wushan Mountain is also a shock.

Su Ming's heart is accelerating and beating. This is a strong pressure. He only felt it in the savage Jingnan of Fengzheng. This pressure is dusty! !

This is a natural pressure to open the dust to the gypsum environment. Under this pressure, the blood stasis will be completely uncontrollable.

However, with the emergence of this pressure, with the spread of blood on the curtain that day, as the moon of the sky fainted into a **** moon under this blood color, in the feeling of Su Ming, there appeared at this moment except him. In addition, there is a feeling that no one can have a sense of incomprehension.

That feeling, like the **** moon he saw when he was in a **** fire, even had an illusion that made him extremely familiar, as if hidden in the sky at the moment, it was a huge moon wing.

This illusion that made him unbelievable made Su Ming feel shocked. Then, he saw that on the scene of the day, in the blood mang, slowly walked out of a person.

The man was dressed in a black robe, his body was thin and his face was very gloomy. He carried his hands and walked out step by step, standing on the sky and looking down at the earth.

On his eyebrows, there is a totem of the moon, the totem is vivid, very realistic, like a lifelike, flashing red light.

Bitu!

Montenegro is very public, Bitu! !

"Mosang, you don't have to wait for Jingnan and Wenyu. They...it's hard to protect themselves, and they don't have to pay attention to your life and death in Wushan!" Bitu smiled and looked at the grandfather behind the crowd on the earth.

Ah Gong is silent. He is indeed waiting for Jingnan. However, Jingnan has never appeared on this road. He has some faint understanding in his heart. The Fengzhen Department may have changed.

"Nan Song, who was second only to Mosang, was amazing. After fleeing to Wushan, it was still a waste. For many years, I always thought that before your father died, the look was worthy of recollection. He begged. I, let you live a path, but unfortunately, I didn't want to satisfy him, but I was escaped by you, Nansong, my barbarians in the past, we... met again." Bitu smiled, but the smile soon expanded. Finally, I laughed.

Outside the crowd, the white-haired Nansong looked at the Bitu in the sky, and did not move his anger by his words, but saw the world's things through and sighed.

"Compared to the poisonous death of the last generation of Montenegro, the pursuit of the son of Montenegro, and contributed to the majority of the people of Montenegro, in exchange for the law of evil, I am not as good as..." Nansong is always calm, but the wrinkles on his face, but It seems to be a little more.

"The grievances of the year, we should understand today, Mosang, Nansong, I will give you a chance to give you a chance to fight with me!" Bitu laughed, his right hand waved, and immediately the world roared, but Seeing the infinite blood on the screen that day behind him, it instantly turned into a group of intense blood fog, and the mist rolled into a huge moon wing!

This month, the wings are wide open, which seems to cover the sky and cover the moon.

"Nan Song, Bitu handed it to me... I will drag him, the tribe... handed it to you!" Agong Mosang took a deep breath, his eyes swept over the tribe, looking at the ones who were silent, like Find out the traitors, but in the end it is a sigh. Every tribe is full of blood and exhaustion. How can he doubt these people who fought for the tribe? He saw the first sorrow and saw the deepness of the mountain scar. Deep wounds.

"Perhaps, there really is no traitor..." Before Agong regained his gaze, he looked at Su Ming deeply, and his body began to appear. A huge black scorpion turned into a emptiness, and together with him, he went straight to the sky as a meteor.

The roar of the roaring maneuvers rounded the heavens and the earth. With the approach of the Agong, the picture was laughed in, and the sky was covered with red mist. The two were filled with it, and the inside was not clear, but the roaring voice was earth-shattering.

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