Pursuit of the Truth

If the birth and destruction of this world is the time of a song.

When the song ends, that is, when the world dissipates... How do you choose the rhythm of the song?

If, the life and death of this life is the time of a song.

When the song is over, it is the end of life... How do you choose, who will be written in the lyrics, and sing to yourself.

There is a song, it will sing the years of the robbery, in this time, it is time...

The creator of this song can write a name on it, let them accompany the song, the eternal resound in the light, they can..., immortal.

In the ancient times, there were nine generations of life, there are four ethnic groups, their names were written in this song, with the glory of the songs.

In today's years, the song has already sung to the end. It is not over yet, but it will eventually be sung. Nowadays, it is only for the re-opening of the birth, to write a new song.

Su Ming looked at the sky giant in front of himself and looked at his huge body, but somehow, what he saw in this giant was a strong death. gas.

This is an old man who has come to the end of his life. He is still alive, but like a candle that has burned to the bottom at the same time, it is about to go out.

"Please write me in your songs... I would like to sacrifice all of this for me... Only the giant bowed his head and bitterly spoke.

From the moment when the person in front of him was found to have a sigh of relief, he gave up all the thoughts. This is a thing that cannot be robbed and cannot be robbed. If you do not have the approval of this thing, you may be able to rob it. go.

But once the species of extinction has been reopened and merged with the people it recognizes, then "...anyone, any power, can destroy this recognized person, but it cannot destroy the species of extinction and cannot be reintegrated.

Moreover, the destroyer will also lose the qualification to write songs forever.

This matter, the ancient memory of this giant, has always existed.

Su Ming was silent. After a long time, he imitated the old man seen in the debris space and calmly and slowly opened his mouth.

"You, what to take for sacrifice." Su Ming's voice said this sentence with a vicissitudes of life, the black fragments of his soul, exudes an ancient atmosphere, this breath exists in Su Ming's body, slowly precipitated, slightly scattered, making Su Ming at that moment become the old man of the year.

The giant looked up and his eyes fell on the ground. Under the flash, the tens of thousands of sand people in the land immediately screamed and screamed, and their bodies melted instantly, and all of them turned into sand. Made a sand pack of the earth.

The old man of the illusory body, his body trembled, all of this changed so fast that he could not adapt at all. At this moment, all the people around him were dying. He was trembled and was about to retreat, but when the eyes of his ethnic group condensed, his body Turned into sand, scattered with the wind.

Dispersed together, and there is a place far away from here, the statue and the statue, the body of the old man.

The entire desert, at this moment, lost all life.

A grain of spar-like sand flies out of the ground, and each sand represents a life. These sands are condensed together and turned into a bottle, floating in front of Su Ming.

"This is the source of life for the Shatu people. This is my first sacrifice. Please put it away." The giant looked at him and looked at Su Ming.

Su Ming and his gaze looked at each other. After a moment, he slowly raised his right hand and took the bottle in front of him. At the moment he held the bottle, he immediately appeared in Su Ming’s palm, and a black vortex appeared.

This whirlpool is not the appearance of Su Ming's will, but the black fragments of his soul illusion in his right hand. After swallowing the bottle, he even sent a black silk.

This black silk went straight to the giant and went behind him. The giant body was shocked and his eyes were excited. He had already confirmed that the other party was the one who reopened the species, but still existed. There was a slight hesitation, but at this moment, I saw the black silk that he had obtained in the old years and after every sacrifice. This made his inner hesitation suddenly dissipate. He was extremely sure of the identity of the person in front of him.

"My life has come to an end, but I can still shoot for you three times. This is my second sacrifice." It is also what I can do now. "The voice of the sand giant, with the old, resounding like waiting for Su Ming's reply.

"I can promise you, write your name into the song, but after you take it three times, you must use your source of God as your third... sacrifice." Su Ming eyes closed, calm opening.

"The soul remains, you can live forever, I will follow my promise." After the silence was silenced for a while, the voice of the vicissitudes echoed, and his body gradually dissipated until it turned into a khaki sand bracelet, floating in the Soviet Union. In front of Ming, there is a vague face on the bracelet, which is the spirit of sand.

Su Ming looked at the bracelet and took it in his hand after half a squatting. After he put it in the storage bag, he looked at the emptiness around him.

Silence for a moment, Su Ming smashed the eyebrows, everything that happened was too abrupt, let him have a lot of thoughts, at this moment calm down, silently thinking.

For a long time, he subconsciously touched his neck. Although there was nothing left there, he seemed to be able to touch the black pieces. The various things of this thing, along with the experience again and again, slowly appeared in front of him.

"The species of extermination..., the re-emergence of resurrection"... Compose songs..." The experience of the space of debris in Su Ming’s mind, the ancient boat, should be the Tianzhou of the old earth spirit.

After a long while, Su Ming took a deep breath and no longer thought about the fact that he still had some confusion. He spread the projections of the er, and unraveled the fusion of the meditation, holding the unconscious Xu Hui, and he galloped toward the front.

A few days later, Su Ming followed the mark he had left and went to the end of this desert where he was dead. On the edge of the desert, he looked back at the desert behind him.

He can feel that this desert is going to death, there is no life here, no life.

He looked at it and suddenly he understood why the name of the black shard was called, ..., the species of extinction.

After a moment of silence, Su Ming turned his head and walked out of the desert. In front of him was a starry sky. The starry sky here was very clean. I couldn’t see too much dust and decay, like a calm water pool. To the forefront, there is a star.

This is a ..., divided into two halves of the comprehension star, as if it was opened by life, there are some connections to each other at the moment, but when you look at it, there is a ruin

"When you walk out of the desert, what you see in the stars is..." my tribe. ’, Su Ming’s words echoed before he left the ninth, and looked at the broken comprehension star, Su Ming walked silently.

Gradually approaching, in this silence, Su Ming looked at the real star, his footsteps faster and faster, until I did not know how long it took, he approached this comprehension star.

The decay of a year, filled in this starry sky, makes people immersed in it, as if they have become vicissitudes.

Su Ming walked silently. As he approached, he saw the left side of the repairing star. There were countless ruins in the earth. In the ruins, there was a broken statue.

Looking at the statue in the distance, Su Ming's heart, stinging a bit, his body swayed, and instantly appeared on the repairing star, standing on a black earth, his front is a continuous ruin.

Death, the bloody, old and quiet that existed in the years, is the only main theme here.

The statue standing in the ruins lost his right arm. It was a huge statue full of black hair. On top of his head, sitting on the knees, an old man, wearing an unspeakable color and raising his head. Looking at the distance.

This is also a statue.

Su Ming looked at the old man and put down Xu Hui, who was still in a coma in his arms. He slowly walked over and came to the top of the statue. He stood in front of the statue of the old man. He looked at the familiar one. Face, the memories of the past come to mind.

I always like to change the old man who goes out on the ninth peak. The old man who took himself to the witches and adapts himself to the battlefield, teaches himself to learn the technique of meditation, and finds himself in the Tianhan ancestor. Old man.

At this moment, it appeared in front of him.

Looking at the statue slyly, Su Ming’s eyes shed tears. He silently squatted there and smashed nine heads toward the statue.

"Master..."’

His tears fell on the statue, spread out, and sank into the tiny cracks of the statue, leaving only a trace of wetness.

''A thousand years ago, here was the tribe I was born...” A low voice, echoing around, the place where the sound came, was an abandoned house not far below, sitting there in the fallen A thin man.

He is the ninth.

He lowered his head and touched the house under his body. The voice spread in the ruins, with sorrow, with remembrance, and the bitterness that could not be erased.

"The old man in front of you is the witch of our tribe. Ah Gong doesn't like to talk. Most of the time he looks at the distance in silence. The place he sees is the holy mountain of our tribe. It is also the symbol of our tribe. There is..., the ninth mountain.

Agong said that he had five disciples in his life. Every disciple made him proud. He believed that his six disciples would one day look at the whole sky, and he could pass on the name of Wei, and he was known.

Are you a few disciples of Agong? ’,

"There are only four disciples in the Master. The mountain is not called the Ninth Mountain. It is called the Ninth Peak." 'Su Ming looked at the statue and muttered.

The ninth 寞煞 body was invisible, and he slowly looked up and looked at Su Ming.

"There are five stones in front of you, you can put your hands on them...,"

Cough, discuss it, come a few months