Beseech The Devil

    The third volume of the famous Eastern Wilderness Chapter 580 commandment!

    "Really, fake?"What is important…"Su Ming looked at the sea in the distance and whispered to himself.

    What is important…How can it not matter, that is his best memory, that is his Wushan…That is the yellow book that was picked up by the breeze of incomprehensible…

    Not importantSu Ming closed his eyes. When he opened for a long time, he felt a little tired. This kind of exhaustion is not the body, but the soul.

    For example, burying a whole city, blowing out all the lights, not touching the darkness, but the strangeness that can't be seen, and the sunset of who doesn't know who, who's face, who's been a child for more than ten years… …

    From the scene of the scene after leaving Wushan, it appeared in his mind, and finally turned into a huge Clue, which made people invisible, unclear, and unreasonable.

    This feeling of exhaustion sprouted in Su Ming's heart, and it will become deeper and deeper as time goes by, until it occupies all of his, and turns into a strangeness in his look.

    The wind, blowing the sea, in the sparkling light, reflects the clouds that gradually fade away on the sky. It is the sunset outside the clouds. The clouds look at the sunset, Su Ming is holding a lonely one. The raft, but can't swim the sea of ​​memories, learn not to let go of the hand…

    He stood there, the hair blown by the wind, such as the dance swaying in life, the wind blowing through the gap between the hair, the sound brought up, became the saddest piece of music in the years.

    Bai Su was awakened from the illusion when Bei Ling and Chen Xin left. Her world was in a clear moment. What she saw was Su Ming looking at Haitian.

    It was quiet all around, Lord of Heavenly Gate, the old man in white robe, and the people who had chosen to stand on the left before, and they were silent at the moment.

    The exhaustion in Su Ming's heart is like a soft song. The song is scattered and people are immersed in this silence. They don't want to hear anything, and they don't want to interrupt.

    Just that…This song about Wushan…I don’t know how the years ended, and who gave it…

    Su Ming hasn't shed tears for a long time. At this moment his booth eyes, tears gradually shed, but the tears flow out, he does not know, seems to have forgotten its existence.

    The color of the tears was transparent, and when I crossed Su Ming's cheek, it seemed to be contaminated with his loneliness, which made it a bitter when it fell on Su Ming's mouth.

    Perhaps everyone's tears have no taste when they just flow out. For example, the rain that was just born is gradually changed in the color of the cheek in the course of his life, and gradually becomes bitter.

    Bai Su didn't know when she came to Su Ming's, her complexion was a little pale, she looked at Su Ming, gently raised her hand and dyed her fingertips with Su Ming's tears.

    "Thank you."Su Ming whispered to the open mouth, and the fingertip touched the temperature of his face, causing him to open his eyes.

    The setting sun shines through the clouds, and it is slightly red, sprinkled on the sea, and looks like dirty and bright…This scene is beautiful, the slender Su Ming, the beautiful Bai Su, the hair blown by the wind, and the sea around…A huge head skull emerged one by one.

    It was only the shackles of Sea Giant that broke this beautiful picture and shattered the silence. The sound was low and not scattered by the departure of Bei Ling.

    Almost in those sea Giant roar of the moment, Su Ming lifted up the hand, toward the sky gently grabbed, this grasp, moving not the sky, but the sea, this sea Bang maneuver, formed a scene of huge incomparable vortex, this vortex rumble of the rotation, making the inside those sea G Iant, a struggle, even hiss is drowned by the sound of the waves.

    Gradually, the people around him looked at Su Ming's eyes, and they had a strong awe, and there was even more fear, because the vortex of the sea turned faster and faster, and finally, at the extreme speed, the wind that was picked up Water has become a knife that can cut flesh and blood and separate broken bones!

    A scream of screaming, trying to escape again and again, all under the vortex's rotation, can not play the slightest role, can only be turned into a blood red, and the flesh and blood that is diverted from the bones.

    Until:Su Ming's right hand slowly held when there was no complete Sea Giant on the surface of the sea, only the red sea in the broken bones.

    In the moment when he held the fist, the rotating sea surface floated apart from a drop of blood, which was condensed and condensed into a huge blood ball in front of Su Ming's.

    With the appearance of blood cells, the sea water has restored its original color. The blood group floating in front of Su Ming has a ghost shadow of nearly one hundred Giant Giants, and sometimes only the heart can feel it. Mourning.

    The blood group was boiling, shrinking under constant condensation, slowly shrinking, and finally, turned into a scary red like a fingernail, floating toward Su Ming.

    Su Ming raised his head and the loneliness of his eyes was buried in the bottom of his heart. It was the calm of the past. His right hand suddenly lifted up, and the index finger was on the blood, as if the blood was hooked. For example, if his fingertips became a pen, he crossed in the air, a stroke, a stroke, a stroke…

    Su Ming doesn't know how many pens he has drawn. A complicated rune emerges in front of him. The rune is bloody, and it shows a vitality. It is the cohesion of all Sea Giant life.

    The commandment, a slogan, can represent all!

    Su Ming will not tamper with life, but in the sentiment of the black wood, under the constant exploration, although he woke up on the way, he did not completely clear comprehension, but he touched the one layer that he did not know before.

    Last Name

    Everyone has a different life! That is the pattern of vitality. It is the most embarrassing light in a born Spirit Body. This kind of light is not visible to everyone, but if it is extinguished, life is extinct. If it is changed, the fate will change dramatically!

    This is numerology!

    Hu Zi's smile appeared in his mind, and the thick look of Hu Zi emerged, as well as the figure that stood in front of him and was guarded by mountains.

    "I have a little groping for my life, but I still don't know what for…I will not tamper with numerology, nor will I let the dead resurrect…However, my blood and hair can make Sima Xin's puppets alive, my life is so strange in this Land of Dying Yin, then I can use my life to lead my life, let my Senior Brother ……RestoreSu Ming whispered inside, the rune he painted, it was his feelings in the black wooden block, at the last moment, before the moment of waking, the only thing that came to mind!

    The appearance of this rune is Su Ming's sentimental income. At the same time as he appears, he is familiar with it. It is familiar, such as this rune is himself!

    This is the imprint of his numerology, Su Ming can feel that the seal rune is still incomplete, but even so, it still contains his life.

    In the painting of this rune imprint, the sky's cloud suddenly stops, and does not move. The surrounding sea is even more strange and there is no wave. If the wave of the genius has life, it is not revealed at this moment.

    Su Ming's body, also at this moment, exudes a very strong cultivating fate breath, this breath maneuver Happo, straight to the sky of a moment, sky thick cloud, impressively light down, gradually, is a lot of thin, so Su Ming sitting there, there is the sunset of the Mans, A light that is stronger than the surrounding, shines through the clouds.

    Bai Su looked at Su Ming, her pupil, Su Ming's hair was at this moment, gradually vicissitudes…

    The color of the vicissitudes of life is gray, white, and it is an innocent snow.

    One stroke, while drawing the final stroke, Su Ming bite the tip of the tongue and squirts a blood, the blood spilled on the rune of the blood, making the rune all the time, with a glare, When Su Ming raised his right hand, he was hooked to Hu Zi lying there, stepping away.

    This step fell, Su Ming was already standing in front of Hu Zi, the right index finger with the bloody rune imprint, with the life that belongs to him Su Ming himself, suddenly, on Hu Zi's eyebrows.

    At the moment when his fingers touched Hu Zi's eyebrows, Su Ming's hair, at a speed visible to the naked eye, has a lot of hairs, and it is white and white!

    Hu Zi was shocked all over, and his eyebrows suddenly disappeared, and the rune was printed. This rune is more flashing, such as imprint in Hu Zi's body and its soul.

    A touch of blood flashed from Hu Zi's eyebrows, covering his body. As the blood spread to his chest, the tear of Hu Zi's chest was wiped away, as the blood flowed until the whole body was spread. Hu Zi’s arms were restored from the flesh and blood.

    The sound of snoring came from Hu Zi’s mouth, and the voice was like thunder, Heaven-shaking Earth-shattering…

    Hu Zi is not a severance of Shouyuan. He is suffering from a difficult injury. He has lost all his vitality. This kind of repair is much simpler than taking a long life, but he can do it very well. Only people who are cultivating Fate Only then can people who are so injured recover as usual!

    Su Ming has no ability to change Hu Zi's numerology, but he can let his numerology, nourish the other side, and let Hu Zi wake up!

    However, Su Ming has not really entered the cultivating Fate road after all, he just squats on the threshold, so that the treatment of Hu Zi will cost him a lot.

    But even if the price is big, Su Ming will not hesitate because of…This is Hu Zi, this is his Su Ming's Third Senior Brother !

    After hearing the snoring of Hu Zi, Su Ming’s pale face smiled. At this moment, the clouds on the sky were constantly thin, with a golden light, which was completely reflected in the thin gap of the clouds. Su Ming's body, shining on his hair.

    It is black, white and miscellaneous. It is a vicissitudes of gray and gray. It is a candle in the clouds, homeless, or the sorrow of hometown…

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