Pursuit of the Truth

In the northern part of the East China Sea, the 12th tribe of the East China Sea was united together 10,000 years ago, and the masses of one of the four major forces of the East and the West, the insults of Su Ming had an indirect battle. The old man, at this moment, his body trembled, standing on the sky of the living beings, under him, tens of thousands of barbarian people bowed, one by one revealing the excitement and expectation that has never been seen before.

The old man was in the air, looking at the twisted sky, and laughing wildly in the sky, he smiled and smiled, his eyes shed tears of excitement.

"Blood burning, the gods are born, I am a barbarian... I have saved!! The leaders of the various sects of the various ancestors, along with the old man's revelation... I went to see the fourth generation of the barbarians!!

The counterattack of our barbarians... is here! ! "The old man's apocalypse laughs if he is mad, as if waiting for this day, has been waiting for too long, too, today, at this moment, he finally waited for this long-awaited, only the day that the legend has!

The people of the twelve tribes under him are now making an earth-shattering roar. The roar is an excited voice, a crazy cry, and the resonance of the blood of the barbarians below.

Along the road, Changhong suddenly flew up. Under the leadership of the savage and powerful people, the majority of the sky was replaced by countless Changhong. The sound of whistling came and went, and there were nearly 10,000 people on the scene. Whistling.

The direction in which they go forward is the guideline of their blood, the induction in their meditation, and how far away they are from here... Su Ming is there!

You don't need a specific direction, you just need to follow the boiling of the blood, the closer you are, the more intense the blood is boiling. This is the best direction.

Almost at the leadership of the old man, under the leadership of the old man, while nearly 10,000 galloping, in the other direction of the East, there is a jungle filled with endless, bursts of gas. This makes it seem like a restricted area of ​​life. Even the people of the immortals, although they know that there is a barbarian sect in this place, they are not willing to come here.

The barbarians that exist here are one of the four forces that are juxtaposed with the patriarchs. The bandit department and the alliance of nearly a hundred small tribes belonging to this department will not easily go out of the jungle.

As if isolated from the world, the immortals do not come to offend, and they will not take the initiative to provoke the immortals. This jungle. It is their final bottom line.

In the jungle, there is no black smoke coming out, but this does not mean that there is no such thing as a perfect soul. The savage part of the savage department, which was known to be known in the East, is a great soulfulness many years ago.

At this moment. In the originally calm jungle, in the poisonous gas, I saw many trees appearing shaking, and a face appeared from the big trees. All these faces have the same expression, shaking, and stunned. That is the feeling of the burning of the blood in the body.

There are also a lot of swamps on the ground, and a lot of figures are emerging at the moment. The same look, the same sorrow, the burning of the blood, so that all the people of the tooth tribe, have a heart shaking.

In the depths of this jungle, at the moment on an open space, stood an old man wearing a hide. The old man is behind seven or eight people, each of whom is not weak, and even if you look carefully, the square has a similar atmosphere.

But now these momentums are all disordered. It seems that their inner heart can not be calm, and the excited eyes are looming in the only standing animal skin veteran. It seems to be waiting for his choice.

The look of the old skin beast changed. He looked up at the air, his eyes excited and sometimes hesitant. He felt the burning of the blood in his body and felt the call from the underworld.

"I know that you want to go..." For a long time, the old man slowly spoke, and no one was talking around, only the heavy breathing sounded out of desire.

"I also felt the burning of the blood, this is the sign of the sacred god... But the burning of this blood is still... too weak." The old skin sighed and shook his head.

He didn't dare to gamble.

At the same time, on the southwestern sides of the East China mainland, there were two large areas that were originally occupied, but now they are hidden under the invasion of the immortals.

One is hidden in the depths of the earth, living in the cave, in the grievances and anger, do not dare to appear on the earth, because once they appear, they have to face the encirclement of the immortals.

There is another one, hiding in the endless mountains, without the glory of the past, and some just the hopeless tomorrow.

With a roar of excitement, from the depths of the land in the southern part of the East, the earth resounded, and the earth in that area appeared several deep cracks under the roar. From this crack, there were many colors. Dissipate, that is a statue of sage...

After that image, a thin and thin old man rushed out of his body and stood in the air. He laughed at the sky, and the laughter seemed to explode all the grievances of him and the Horde for years.

"My hopes for most of the clouds have come... The blood is burning, the gods are present, the people of the Yunyun department, we have to avoid when..." The thin old man is mad and roars toward the earth.

"The old man is bloody, and he is desperate in the world. But now... the dawn of the rise of my barbarian, even if it is the destruction of my family, it is better than now!! Going to see the four generations of the gods!" The thin and thin old man swayed, and suddenly there was an endless roar from the cracks in the earth. Along the road, Changhong flew out quickly. Those Changhong were all dry and skinny, obviously Since hiding in the depths of the earth, their days are extremely bitter.

They have nothing to lose, and if so, they must go to a dignity!

However, perhaps hiding in the foothills is better than hiding in the depths of the earth, and it is better in the situation of life. Therefore, in the western foothills of the western mainland, the other part of the barbarians in the east is in silence and ethnicity. Under the blood of the blood, the suppression of life, they may not be reluctant to go out, not reluctant to visit the four generations of the gods that caused the blood in the legend.

Instead, they dare not go to give a story for a legend.

In addition to this east, here at the moment in the morning, the blood of the blood also exists, a long line of whistling, or three or five groups, or only one person, following the fluctuations of the blood. Turned into a long road, straight to the east.

The boiling of this blood is like a call, which is a sign of the rise of the barbarian.

Even on the land of Nanchen, on the many islands, there was such a race, and they raised their heads, this race. They call themselves!

They exist on many small islands on the edge of the South Morning. Some are scattered, some are condensed together, and they are looking for each other. It’s just... the collapse and drastic changes of Nanchen make it difficult for them to find each other.

The people of the small islands are now worshipping the statues of gods in their families. At this moment, they trembled one by one. They felt the burning of the blood. This kind of blood burning is very different from the barbarian, but a direct, indescribable boiling.

It seems that when Su Ming became the moment of their gods, it was already destined to be a relationship between this nation and Su Ming that could not be erased and could not be disconnected.

It is also the connection that exists in this meditation, at this moment. The hearts of these people are trembling, the blood is burning, and their cultivation is... In this moment, there has been a wide increase.

Like a river, in the rogue, it is scattered into hundreds of thousands of branches, and many of the branches of the river have withered. There are also many that continue.

But if one day, the source of this river, if suddenly there is an endless stream of rivers, then its numerous branches and rivers will change.

It is like a big tree. The density of the separate branches and leaves depends on the sunlight. But more... is the water that depends on the roots of its tree!

This is the power of the source.

"Mu Zun is summoning..." The people of the ancestors on the island of the ancestors slowly raised their heads, and their expressions showed excitement and eagerness. They did not hesitate any more, and they flew up and resolutely Leaving the island, the entire tribe went straight to the east.

At the same time, there are many places on the island outside the south morning, and there are many Changhong flying out. Those in Changhong are the people who have lost their lives.

Among these people, there are those who have been silent for several years, those who are bleak in the eyes of outsiders, and those who have become the leader and are in the high position.

But now, without hesitation, they gave up everything and went straight to the east, following the burning of the blood, following the connections of the ancestors, looking for... their ink.

"Unable to continue to work, please say goodbye!" On the island, a strong man, a middle-aged man with his predecessor, a fist, a look of decisive, no nostalgia, turned to step into the sky, but also a tear The silver armor on the lower body.

What is left is the person behind him, silent eyes.

On a small island, the roar of the roar continued to whirl and a low voice came out.

"Nan Gongbei, how the Lord has been to you over the years, don't you know why you should betrayed!"

"The Lord has been kind to me. For many years, I have been able to pay for life in the Nangong, but... all of this must be left under the call of Mo Zun." In the roaring, a middle-aged man turned into Changhong and went straight. Going to the sky.

There is also a small island where a young man stands silently on the mountain. Behind him is a woman who bites her lower lip and looks at the youth.

"Must leave?" The woman has been whispering for a long time.

"When I was a teenager, he took me and the people of the entire nation and walked out there. I watched his back and silently swear that this life is as strong as him... Now I grow up, I have my own home, there are My own life... But, I am a life!" The young man closed his eyes, and after a moment he slammed open, and the body stepped toward nothingness.

Leaving behind him, the woman who seems to have lost all her strength is watching silently.

"Wait for me, one day, I will be back!"

A similar scene, on many small islands, appeared in a large number of scattered forces outside the South Morning. No one, no one, could stop the people of the ancestors from pursuing the call of their ancestors. {飘天文学 www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}