Beseech The Devil

    The third volume of the name of the Eastern Wilderness Chapter 555 Sima Xin! (Fourth more)

    The choices of each tribe are different. Tamu Clan's choice is to make a decisive renunciation after seeing that he can't get Su Ming's arm, and exchange life for tribal freedom. (-

    The fierceness of the Blood Fleeing department allowed them to choose sacrifices, use their sacrifices, and use their only deaths to express their struggle for this destiny, send Su Ming to make a fortune, leaving a glimpse of the Surer World remnant tribe, perhaps An incense that can continue.

    The Ghost Platform Tribe, in such a transaction, pleads with Su Ming for the life of the entire tribesmen, and hopes to get Su Ming's arm during the worship.

    They are not willing to consider whether Su Ming can successfully kill Sima Xin. They are afraid that even if Sima Xin is really dead, before death, it will be enough to let all those who have been bred to die.

    They are even more afraid, Su Ming died in the hands of Sima Xin, so waiting for the fate of their Ghost Platform Tribe will be even more miserable.

    They only want a free time, in accordance with Sima Xin's Order, in Su Ming's limbs, in exchange for freedom.

    Looking at the Ghost Platform Tribe, Su Ming thought of Second Senior Brother…

    In his silence, the other side said that Lei Chen was there, and he also had a great shock to Su Ming.

    "Freedom is to be mastered by yourself, and it will be truly obtained."After a long while, Su Ming calmed to open mouth.

    "Please Daren is perfect, we just want freedom, I…"Ghost Platform Tribe's Patriarch bitterness, looking at Su Ming, he also knows that this request is a bit too much, but he can't think of a better way.

    Su Ming didn't pay attention to the Ghost Platform Tribe. The other party didn't shoot, he wouldn't start killing, and he walked toward the sky, his right hand lifted up, and the long spear purple flashed.

    "Daren !!!"The Ghost Platform family Patriarch stood up and shouted at Su Ming, tears in his eyes, and his face was sad.

    "I beg you, poorly, my children, they are still small, but their bodies also exist Sima Xin's Barbarian Thread, they have no future, my Ghost Platform Tribe is outside, there is no tribesmen, all are here, or Die, or numb to survive –

    I beg you, help us, this grace, my Ghost Platform Tribe will never forget! ! ”

    "Daren, my Ghost Platform Tribe has been rubbing against you many years ago, but this is a thing of the past. Now I have only these people in our department. We can't go out, but I hope that the children of the tribe and the young people can get freedom. Can let my Ghost Platform Tribe continue!"

    Ghost Platform Tribe's Patriarch sounds sorrow, bowing to Su Ming, all the Ghost Platform tribesmen behind him, in silence, one bitter gimmick, one bang.

    The cry of the child came, the tears of the old man shed, and the women shed tears silently.

    Su Ming's stepped in the air and continued to go to sky. The purple long spear in his hand was more intense. The killing intent to Sima Xin in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger.

    This game in Sima Xin's mouth, let Su Ming bear the test of humanity, let him kill is not, do not kill…Not even!

    Sometimes it is difficult to make a choice, but the harder one is that there is no choice!

    Seeing Su Ming raise his right hand long spear, it is necessary to shoot the sky of this Sixth Rank, on the ground, the Ghost Platform Tribe's Patriarch desperate voice whirls, the word weeping!

    "Daren, this Sixix Rank is no better than the bottom. Sima Xin will control my life in this sky. If this sky crashes, we will all die immediately. Everyone, all tribesmen, will all die when you break the curtain. In front of you.

    This is our life…"

    Su Ming was silent, his gun tip had touched the barrier of the sky, and the cultivating Fate's breath blended into the sky, and there was a glimpse of the Ghost Platform Tribe.

    Here, indeed, as the other party said, once the sky is broken, they will die.

    "Sima Xin, when you were with Bai Su, I tried to break my mind and plant your kindness…Now that the method has changed, I have hesitated with this kind of Heavenly Gate, which has achieved similar results. ”Su Ming closed his eyes, but the long spear in his hand was after this meal, a shot stabbed toward the sky!

    The rumbled, Heaven-shaking Earth-shattering of this shot made the sky with a fine crack, and even after the cracks were connected to each other, they formed fragments. In the rumbled voice, Su Ming's at the tip of the gun, suddenly burst!

    "Sometimes, death is a kind of freedom…"Su Ming closed his eyes, underneath him, the Ghost Platform Tribe who worshipped where, with the tearing of the sky, the trembling one by one, the body suddenly burst open, and a lot of red lines burst out in the body, with One by one, those red lines condensed in the air, and they formed a vague figure.

    This figure looks a bit similar to Sima Xin.

    He looked at Su Ming and suddenly laughed. His laughter was soft and it made people feel uncomfortable after hearing it.

    "You really are a kind of person with me. I intended that if you really gave them their arms, then I will give them freedom as promised, but freedom, death!

    Because I also think that sometimes, death is freedom!

    You are very good, very good…I am waiting for you at the ninth layer, there are two layers, you have to be faster, otherwise you will face the same choice when you meet Bai Su…I see how you will decide at that time! ”

    At the time of this speech, the blurred figure of this bloodshot suddenly dissipated, and the bloodshots were turned into blood, and they fell on the earth. Su Ming’s eyes killed intent flashes, and the killing of Sima Xin became his life. It is now strong.

    He turned silently and stepped on Seventh Layer!

    The killing of Haotian, killing the sky in this Seventh Layer, all this, just because Su Ming stepped into the Seventh Layer, the entire Seventh Layer echoed, Sima Xin's words.

    "If he goes to the eighth layer, you will all die!"

    The killings started in this way, there was no rhetoric, some were just heavy breathing, some were just endless divine abilities, Su Ming surrounded by five hundred Barbarian Clan, and from the five hundred people around him, he felt a cold and malevolent aura.

    These five hundred Barbarian Clans are not ordinary people. Each of them has a good Culture and a rich killing experience. They are the Sky Cold blade that guards the southern Xinjiang!

    Their killing is not for freedom, but for…Fighting to death!

    Either kill them, or kill them, fight with the strong and fight for death, for them is a noble glory than life!

    Su Ming looked at them, his right hand lifted up, long spear whistling, his body speeding away, where he passed, killing, these people do not resist, only use all efforts to kill with divine ability, more will After the injury, the same self-destruction.

    The five hundred people, the setting of the malevolent aura, made Su Ming silent when faced.

    Until he closed his eyes, until the armor on his body turned into countless purple filaments, these filaments violently spurred out around, no screams, and some were silent smiles and a kind of relief.

    Su Ming doesn't know how long it has been, maybe it's half-column, maybe more, until his rumbled and smothering sounds dissipate until the ground is thick. When he opens his eyes, a purple line returns, in his body. When the armor was formed again, there was only one body trembling in front of him, but his teeth did not fall down.

    This is an old man. His hair is white, his mouth is full of blood. He looks at Su Ming. He has no resentment on his face, but smiles.

    "Kill me, don't let the old man die under the despicable Barbarian Thread of Sima, the old man, Tian Tiansen, use your gun that can absorb the soul, suck the old man's soul, turn it into War Soul, help you and Sima Children fight!"

    The voice of the old man was like thunder, and the sound of the bombing and blasting, Su Ming looked respectful, and the right hand long spear shook, and when he passed by the old man, he took away his soul!

    Holding the long spear, on this Bury Yin gun, there are 500 extremely sharp War Soul surrounds at the moment, one without stern shackles, some silent silence, and the terrible killing that will break out in silence.

    Accompanied by Su Ming, in his body galloping, toward the sky, toward the skylight that led to the eighth layer, and slammed, the sound of the sevens layer was torn apart when the sound of the sounds of the heavens echoed. Su Ming's body rushed into a purple shadow, and with the five hundred souls, it rushed into…eighth layer! !

    Heavenly Gate eighth layer !

    Where Sky Cold Great Tribe is!

    But Su Ming was stepping into the eighth layer, his his eyes were suddenly shrinking.

    This is a desolate world. This is a world without signs of life. The sky here is gray, and the earth here is also gray…

    The people here are also…greyish

    That gray is the bone eyes, the broken body is the body, there is no trace of life, it is in this heaven, all people with gray booth eyes…

    Or, can't be called a person, in Su Ming, this area belongs to the Sky Cold Great Tribe, the ground is ruined, in the ruins, there are countless bodies, or these are not dead bodies. Because they are squinting, gray eyes.

    There is no breathing, no fluctuations in the culture. In this silent world, Su Ming sees this scene full of indescribable surprises. Those who are squinting have men and women, old and young, all are quiet. Lying on the ground, it seems to sleep…They have one thing in common, no left hand!

    Everyone’s left hand is gone.

    On the gray sky, there is a large piece of conical stone. The stone platform is very wide. There is a person sitting on the knees. This person looks at Su Ming and his face is full of evil smiles.

    This tapered stone platform, perhaps the Heavenly Gate ninth layer, because of the person sitting on the knees, Su Ming recognized it at a glance, is…Sima Xin ! ——

    Said that it is an outbreak, it will be a big outbreak, this is the fourth, and the fifth, ask, there is a monthly ticket! ! ! !

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