Pursuit of the Truth Chapter 933: Time of a song
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If the birth and destruction of this world is the time of a song.
When the song ends, 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 write in the lyrics, and sing to yourself.
There is a ballad that sings Ji Jifang's years. In these years, it is time ...
The creator of this song can write the names one by one and let them accompany the song. The eternal life reverberates in the light at that time, they can ... immortal.
In the ancient times, there were nine creatures and four ethnic groups. Their names were written in the ballad. As the ballad became glorious, it was destroyed for a period of time.
In today's years, the ballad has reached the end, it is not over, but it will eventually be sung, and now the time is just to write a new song for the reopening of death.
Su Ming looked at the giant sky kneeling in front of him, and looked at its huge body, but somehow, what he saw in this giant was full of death.
This is an old creature that has reached the end of his life. He is still alive, but just like the 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 sacrifice all of my ..." The giant lowered his head and spoke bitterly.
From the moment when he found out that the person in front of him had extinguished life, he gave up the idea of everything. This is something that cannot be robbed and cannot be robbed. If it does not have the approval of this thing, maybe it can be Take it away.
But once Seed of Extermination has reopened and merged with the person it recognized, then ... anyone, any force, can destroy this recognized person, but cannot destroy that Seed of Extermination, nor can it be merged again.
And, the destroyer will also permanently lose his qualification to write songs.
This matter has always existed in this giant ’s ancient memory.
Su Ming is silent. After a long time, he imitated the old man seen in the debris space, calmly and slowly to open mouth.
"You, what to sacrifice." When Su Ming's voice said this sentence, with a ray of vicissitudes, the black fragment in his soul exuded a burst of ancient breath, this breath exists In the body of Su Ming, it slowly settled down and spread out slightly, making Su Ming at this moment ... like being the old man of the year.
The giant raised his head, his eyes fell on earth, and under the blink of an eye, immediately the earth and tens of thousands Sand Earth Clan people immediately issued a scream of sorrow, and their bodies melted instantly, and they all turned into Sand Earth, Turned into earth one by one Sand Earth package.
The old man of the illusory body trembles. All these changes are so fast that he ca n’t adapt at all. At this moment, all the surrounding tribesmen are dying, and he is trembling to be retreat, but when the eyes of his ethnic group gather, His body turned into Sand Earth, which dispersed with the wind.
Falling together, there is the place far away from here, the vast statue and the old man ’s body on the statue.
The entire desert, at this instant, lost all its life.
A grain of sand like crystal stone flew out of the ground, and each grain of sand represented a life. These grains of coal condensed together, turned into a bottle, and floated in front of Su Ming.
"This is the source of Sand Earth Clan's life. This is my first sacrifice. Please put away." The giant stared at Su Ming.
Su Ming met his gaze. After a while, he slowly raised his right hand and held the bottle in front of him. At the moment he held the bottle, a black vortex suddenly appeared in the palm of Su Ming.
This vortex is not the appearance of Su Ming's will, but the black fragment in his soul is transfigured in his right hand by himself, and after swallowing the bottle, a ray of black silk is sent out.
This black silk moment went straight to the giant and merged behind him. The giant's body was shocked. both eyes showed excitement. He had only confirmed that the other party was the person who reopened Seed of Extermination, but it still exists. There was a trace of hesitation, but at the moment, I saw the black thread he would have received after every sacrifice in the ancient years. This made his inner hesitation suddenly dissipated. He was already very sure about the identity of the person in front of him.
"My life has come to an end, but I can still make three shots for you, this is my second sacrifice ... and it is all I can do now." The voice of the Sand Earth giant, with Old, resembling waiting for Su Ming's reply.
"I can promise you to write your name in the ballad, but after three shots, you should use your **** source as your third sacrifice." Su Ming both eyes condensed, calm to open mouth.
"The spirit remains, and immortality will last forever, and I will keep my promise." After a moment of silence, the giant echoed the vicissitudes of sound, and his body gradually dissipated until it turned into a khaki Sand Earth bracelet, floating In front of Su Ming, there was a vague face on the bracelet. It was this Sand Earth's Spirit.
Su Ming looked at the bracelet. After a while, he took it in his hand and put it in bag of holding. He looked at the nothingness around him, and now it was dead.
After a moment of silence, Su Ming rubbed his eyebrows, and everything happened just suddenly, which made him think a lot. At this moment, he calmed down and thought silently.
For a long time, he touched the neck and neck subconsciously. Although there was nothing there, he seemed to be able to touch black fragment . The various things of this thing gradually showed up in front of him with time and time again.
"Seed of Extermination ... the rebirth of life ... composing songs ..." The experience of debris space emerged in Su Ming's mind. The old boat should be Heavenly Boat as Sand Earth's Spirit said.
After a while, Su Ming breathes deeply stopped thinking about the things that left him still confused, dispersing the Er Cang projection, unraveling the fusion of Avatar, and holding the unconscious Xu Hui, he galloped forward.
A few days later, Su Ming followed the mark he left behind, and came to the end of this desert filled with silence. At that edge, he looked back at the desert behind him.
He can feel that this desert is dying, there is no life here, no life.
He looked at it and suddenly understood why black fragment 's name was called ... Seed of Extermination.
Silent for a moment, 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 could n’t see too much dust and decay, like a calm water pool Seeing faintly in front, there is a star.
This is a ... cultivation planet divided into two halves, as if being cut apart by life, there are still some connections with each other at this moment, but when seen, it is in ruins.
"When you walk out of the desert, what you see in the starry sky is ... my tribe." Su Ming's ear echoed the words before leaving Jiu Mosha, watching the broken cultivation planet, Su Ming walk silently.
Gradually approaching, in this silence, Su Ming looked at the cultivation planet, his pace was getting faster and faster, until I do n’t know how long it had passed, he approached this cultivation planet.
The decay of the years permeates the starry sky, making people immersed in it, as if they have become vicissitudes of life.
Su Ming walked silently, and after getting closer, he saw that on the left half of the cultivation planet, earth seemed to have countless ruins. In the ruins, there was a broken statue.
Looking at the statue from afar, Su Ming's heart tingled. He flicked and appeared on the cultivation planet in an instant, standing in a black earth. In front of him, there was a continuous ruin.
Death, the bloody, ancient, and silent that existed in the years are the only main melody here.
The statue standing in the ruins, lost its right arm, that is ... a huge statue covered with black hair, sitting on top of his head, sitting cross-legged on the old man, the old man wearing a shirt with indistinct colors, Raised his head and looked into the distance.
This is also a statue.
Su Ming looked at the old man, put down Xu Hui who was still unconscious in his arms, and slowly walked over to the top of the statue, standing in front of the old man statue, he looked at the old man A familiar face and memories of the past come to mind.
The old man who always likes to change his clothes on the Nine Peaks, then he took himself to Shaman Clan to adapt himself to the old man on the battlefield, he taught himself to learn the technique of meditation and found himself in Sky Cold Sect .
At this moment, he appeared in front of him.
Looking staringly at the statue, tears shed in Su Ming's eyes, and he knelt there silently, knocking nine heads towards the statue.
"Master ..."
His tears fell on the statue, spread opened, sinking into the tiny cracks in the statue, leaving only a wet trail.
"A thousand years ago, this is the tribe where I was born ..." A low voice echoed all around, where the sound came from a deserted house not far below, sitting lonely A thin man there.
He is the first Jiu Mosha.
He lowered his head and touched the house under him, his voice spread through the ruins, with sorrow, with memories, and the bitterness that could not be erased.
"The old man in front of you is the Shaman Elder of our tribe. grandfather does not like to talk. Most of the time he looks silently at the distance. The place he is looking at is the Holy Mountain of our tribe and the symbol of our tribe. grandfather It's called there ... Ninth Mountain.
grandfather said that he has five disciples in his life, and every disciple makes him proud. He believes that his six disciples will one day look at the whole sky, and can pass his prestige here, and he knows it.
You, how many disciples of grandfather? "
"Master has only four disciples, and that mountain is not called the ninth mountain, it is called Nine Peaks." Su Ming looked at the statue and muttered to open mouth.
The shock of the Jiu Mosha body is undetectable. He slowly raised his head and looked at Su Ming.
"You have Five stones in front of you, you can put your hands on it ..."