Pursuit of the Truth Chapter 91: Black Mountain BITU!

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Late night has already arrived. For example, the faint white glow is spreading today, and the faint moonlight is scattered on the snow in the jungle, and there is a cold light. With the crunching noise, the Wushan Tribe migration crowd, in Hurry up in the night before dawn.

The surroundings are very quiet. There is almost nothing other than the sound of crushing snow. Those Wushan tribesmen are silent. Whether it is an old man, a woman, or Rasu, all are silent during the migration during the night.

Several hours have passed since the previous war. The severity of that war has made all Wushan tribesmen deeply remembered in the mind, engraved in the soul, and will not be forgotten in a lifetime.

Before leaving, excluding grandfather, Wushan Tribe had more than 30 Barbarian Cultivators. Now, under that war, there are only 14 people left. All the blood of these fourteen people was dry and dry, revealing sorrow, and with a share of cold murderous, silently guarding tribesmen and walking forward.

They died more than a dozen people, but the Black Mountain department paid more for the repair. But more importantly, the invaded Black Mountain department was far from having to leave their homes. The persistence of Wushan tribesmen, the courage called guardianship, once self-destruction, maybe brought to the invaders of the Black Mountain department, was contempt, but twice, three times, four times ... it was given to those of the Black Mountain department Self-conscious fear.

Wushan Tribe is weak, but in this weak, there is a strong presence!

Su Ming walked silently. After the war, only a few hours later, he did n’t say a word. He seemed to be very cheerful. He had the impulse of a young man. Now, he has finally learned to be silent. Instead of roaring.

It ’s just the price of learning to be silent.

Su Ming knows that from this day, his innocence shattered and left his body. From this day, his own happiness melted and disappeared into the blood. From this day, his tears also slowly Replaced by silence.

Time lapsed, and it was dawn tomorrow. tribesmen, who had been walking all night, didn't stop in that tiredness. Everyone clenched their teeth and supported each other, migrating almost like running.

The time of the day gradually dissipated during this migration. The people on the way medium tribes could hardly bear this kind of exhaustion. After resting for half an hour, they hurried again.

Until the late night of the next day, until the moonlight once again fell on the snow in the jungle earth, tribesmen of Wushan Tribe, in the silence, quickly walked.

"Brother Su Ming ..." Su Ming heard a timid voice with a weak voice. He turned his head and saw the little girl hugged by the clan.

Looking at the child ’s clean eyes, Su Ming ’s face squeezed out a smile, but the smile was against the blood on his face, and it looked very scary.

But the little girl didn't feel terrible, but opened her eyes and looked at Su Ming. After hesitating, she raised a little dirty hand and wiped the dry blood from her face for Su Ming.

Feeling the little girl's delicate hands touching her face, the heart of Su Ming, in the pain of the blood, there was warmth.

"Brother Su Ming is not afraid ... Tong Tong is not afraid ..." The little girl withdrew her little hand, and with some blood on her hand, she looked at Su Ming, bright eyes, there were little children firm.

Su Ming touched the little girl ’s head and did n’t speak, but looked forward. The road ahead was hidden in the jungle, and it was impossible to see where the future was.

Lei Chen is on the other side of the crowd in the distance, always holding his fist, the blood behind him has dried up, the pain is neglected by him, he has bloodthirsty in his eyes, and more grief, he will not forget that last night The war, if it were not an elder Barbarian Cultivator in the clan, self-destruction saved his bloodline before the serious injury and died. I am afraid that his own body will stay in that battlefield.

In front of him, is Wu La, this girl complexion is pale, with a look of heavy exhaustion, there is dry blood on her left arm, which seems to be unable to lift up, there is a large flesh of blood on her face, Make her beautiful face, now no longer.

But in her eyes, she did not give up, still carrying the inherent dedication of Wushan Tribe tribesmen today.

Behind, Bei Ling and Chen Xin, they held hands and seemed to never want to separate, guarding the crowd and walking.

grandfather is still on the back. The white hair on his head and the wrinkles on his face, in Su Ming's eyes, made Su Ming's heart even more painful. He can see the fatigue of grandfather.

The night of the second day, the moon in the sky is not curved, but spreads towards the full moon, but today is obviously not the night of the full moon, maybe, it will be tomorrow, maybe it will be the day after tomorrow.

As the tribe migrates and walks, sometimes tribesmen Barbarian Cultivator gallops from all around, and the number is small, only four. These four people are the investigators sent by the tribe. They risk their lives and death, and will rush back to inform them of any changes in the surroundings within a fixed time.

If they did not return, it means that something has changed.

The passage of time, and soon another hour, sky's darkness, as if there is a terrible gaze, is staring at this earth, looking at the tribesmen of Wushan, walking fast there.

At this moment, the four people who were supposed to return on time, but only three people came back, but the person who was investigating from the back, there was no trace. The hair on the Su Ming stood up, his eyes were sharp, and he turned and stopped. The footsteps, also notoriously bad, there are other people, grandfather eyes flash, clenching the bone stick in their hands.

Suddenly, a faint roar sound came faintly from behind, and the sound passed into the ears of all Wushan Tribe tribesmen, making Su Ming sad and thick again.

He knows that this is bloodline self-destruction.

He knows that the pursuit of the Black Mountain department is coming again!

"Do n’t stop, speed up the migration, all Barbarian Cultivator guards, retreat while fighting!" The bone stick in grandfather's hand touched earth, his left hand was lifted, and he waved toward the tribe, and immediately the sky and the world were twisted again, but he saw The Wushan Barbarian Statue, which appeared before, once again emerged, floating above the tribe crowd, exuding the light of guardianship.

It floats with the movement of the crowd. If it exists, as long as it is not damaged, it can keep the tribesmen safe under its light.

Almost at the moment when Wushan Barbarian Statue appeared, grandfather's fierce raise the head, its expression showed the unprecedented dignity of this battle, both eyes showed through the forest, staring straight at the dark sky.

I saw this dark sky, and at the moment, a sudden change, a red mango came out of the sky, and after blending with the black, it seemed to become purple, and the red mango spread, and like blood, spread almost half of the sky.

A hoarse and sullen voice whirled between the heavens and the earth and came out in all directions.

"Mo Sang ..." With the reverberation of the voice, a great pressure came suddenly from the sky. The power of this pressure immediately made all Wushan Tribe tribesmen on the ground feel clearly when the earth was scattered. Even the Wushan Barbarian Statue was shocked.

The heart of Su Ming is beating and accelerating. This powerful pressure, he only felt it on Barbarian-Elder Jing Nan of Fengzhen Department. This pressure is Awakened! !

This is a natural pressure of Awakened Realm on Blood Condensation Realm. Under this pressure, Blood Condensation Realm Barbarian Cultivator will be operated without control of the whole body.

However, with the emergence of this coercion, with the spread of blood on the curtain that day, as the month of sky became vaguely Blood Moon under this blood color, in the feeling of Su Ming, there was now a moment Outside of him, an unspeakable feeling that no one ever had.

The kind of feeling, like the Blood Moon he saw when he was blazing, there is even an illusion that makes him extremely familiar, as if hidden on that sky at the moment is a huge Wings of the Moon.

This incredible illusion shocked Su Ming. Immediately afterwards, he saw that on the curtain of that day, in that **** man, he slowly came out of a person.

The man is dressed in a black robe, thin and thin, and looks very gloomy. He carries his hands on his back and walks out step by step, standing on the sky and looking down at earth.

In his eyebrows, there is a totem of Wings of the Moon, and totem is alive and vivid, extremely realistic, like lifelike, glittering with a fascinating red light.

Bitu!

Black Mountain Department Barbarian-Elder, BITU! !

"Mo Sang, you don't have to wait for Jing Nan and Wen Yan, they ... they are insecure and have no time to care about your life and death of Wushan Tribe!" Bi Tu smiled sullenly and looked at grandfather after the crowd on earth.

grandfather is silent, he is indeed waiting for Jing Nan, but Jing Nan has not appeared along the way, he has a little understanding in his heart, maybe the Fengzhen department has changed.

"Nan Song, second only to Mo Sang at that time, you are amazing, after escaping to Wushan Tribe, it is still a waste. Over the years, I have been thinking that before your dad died, that look is worth recalling, he begged I, let you live a way, unfortunately, I did n’t want to meet him, but I was still run away by you, Nansong, my barbarians in Black Mountain, we ... met again. "Bi Tu smiled, but the smile soon expanded. And finally laughed loudly.

Outside the crowd, the gray-haired Nansong, looking at the picture on the sky, was not angered by his words, but looked through the world, and sighed.

"Compared to poisoning the last generation of Black Mountain Barbarian-Elder, chasing down the son of Black Mountain old Barbarian-Elder, contributing Black Mountain to tribesmen, and getting the Heretic-Barbarian method, I am not as good as ..." Nansong is always calm, but the wrinkles on his face are All of a sudden seemed more.

"The grievances of that year should be understood today, Mo Sang, Nansong, I will give you two a chance, and give you a chance to fight with me together!" Bi Tu laughed, his right hand waved, and the world roared immediately However, I saw the infinite bloody glow on the curtain behind him, instantly turned into a thick blood mist, and the mist turned into a huge Wings of the Moon!

The wings of this Wings of the Moon spread out, as if covering the sky and the moon.

"Nan Song, Bi Tu leave it to me ... I will hold him back, the tribe ... I will leave it to you!" grandfather Mo Sang breathes deeply, eyes glanced in tribesmen, looked at each silent tribesmen, seemed to want to find out traitor, but in the end it was a sigh. Every tribesmen was covered with blood and tired. How did he doubt these people who fought for the tribe, he saw the sadness of the head, saw a deep wound on the neck of Shan Hen .

"Perhaps, there is really no traitor ..." grandfather took a deep look at Su Ming before regaining his gaze, his body sprang up suddenly, a huge black python turned out of thin air, and with him, went straight to the sky like a meteor .

The roaring sound circling the world. As grandfather approached, in the big picture of laughter, sky was shrouded in red fog, and the two were filled in, unable to see what was inside, but the roaring sound was Heaven-shaking, Earth-shattering.

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