MTL - Pursuit of the Truth-Chapter 1467 July after the years

In the setting sun, the ancient country of burial, from the center of this land, the ancient city of the ancient burial country! In the direction of the -, the sect of the sect of July, in the current season, flying snow.

The snow flakes fell, covering the earth, connecting the sky, and also masking the glory of this July.

Years, like the death of Su Ming accompanied by Hao Hao, for the ancient funeral country, it has also passed two thousand seven hundred years.

The changes of these two thousand and seven hundred years cannot be called short-lived for any country. Even in the world of monks, there are too many life and death in the two thousand and seven hundred years.

In July, this is a powerful sect in the thirteenth gate of the seven burial countries in the ancient burial country nearly three thousand years ago. It has now fallen. From a distance, the entire sect is full of oppression, and the falling of the snow falls, even though it does not fall into the sky. But the feeling of fading from the heavens and the sky is to let the station stand at the top of the mountain at a distance, and look at the figure of the July sect, and feel the vicissitudes of life.

It was a simple black gown with a spontaneous youth. The young man looked about twenty-six and seventeen years old, but on his body, there was a vicissitude that could not be said, as if it had been a long time. .

"Five thousand years of monasticism... I have walked through one world after another, and I have encountered one face after another. Behind me, the number of people who have died in my hands is endless...······· It became the avenue." The young man looked at the distant July sect, and there was a long sigh in the snow.

He, Su Ming, is Su Ming who came out of the once brilliant world.

Gazing at the July sect, Su Ming was silent for a moment, lifted his footsteps, and walked forward. Step by step, he walked into the outer sect of the July sect. He saw the July sect disciples that existed here. It is no longer like a memory. There are only a few hundred in it.

These foreign disciples, Su Ming are mostly unfamiliar, even the deacons of the external sects do not exist in the memory. Change too much, until Su Ming went to the first layer of heaven, the second layer, the second Layer...··· On the fifth floor, Su Ming did not see the figure of Lancome, but saw her spiritual position.

It was placed in the fifth floor of the heavens, in the palace belonging to the third vein mountain. A faint spiritual position enshrined by this disciple, it is located in the temple behind the palace.

Outside the temple, there was a middle-aged woman wearing a robes and a broom. Sitting in the wind and snow near the evening, sitting under the eaves of the temple, silently looking at the distance.

This woman, Su Ming has some impressions, is the third pulse, the first person of Lancome. It was only the passage of more than two thousand years, and the beautiful woman of that year was already in middle age.

In this snowstorm, Su Ming's figure walked into the courtyard outside the temple, stepped on the snow, left a trace of the road, and walked to the middle-aged woman's side.

It seems that suddenly there was someone in front of me, and the middle-aged woman looked up. When she looked at Su Ming, she glanced.

"Which disciple are you? Is there something to do here?" Su Ming’s face is very strange to her, but the breath from Su Ming is that she can’t afford hostility, even if she doesn’t know why. A kind of feeling, subconscious, asked such a discourse.

"I will take a look at the elders of Lancome." Su Ming's eyes fell on the door of the temple. His eyes showed a sigh of relief and whispered.

His words were introduced into the ears of middle-aged women. The woman was silent and Su Ming’s arrival. Although she was strange, she could be affected as if her heart was affected. She did not show any slight change, but looked at Su Ming, it seems that all the words and actions of the people in front of you are integrated with this world, and everything is so natural.

As if he arrived, it is also a destined thing.

"You..." The middle-aged woman hesitated.

"The teacher respected it thousands of years ago, and it has fallen...." After the middle-aged woman hesitated, she whispered.

Su Ming was silent. He lifted his footsteps for a long time and walked to the temple. The middle-aged woman did not stop, letting Su Ming push the door of the temple. After entering, the door of the hall was slowly closed.

In the hall of the temple, there are dozens of spiritual places on the Gongtai. All of these spiritual places belong to the third vein, and they are qualified to be listed here. They are behind the ancestral spirits carved by the ancestral gates, so that future generations will not forget these first dusts. .

Su Ming stood there, his eyes falling on the last of those spirits, with four words clearly engraved on it.

Elder Lancome.

Suddenly watching these four words, Su Ming slowly closed his eyes. In the closed darkness, with the silence in the spiritual hall, Su Ming seems to have returned many years ago. He first saw Lancome. The scene of the time.

Lan Yu, who gave Su Mingru the feeling of Fang Lan, let Su Ming understand that she is the Fang Lan in this world. Su Ming has always avoided dealing with it because he is afraid, he is afraid of losing.

The memory of the scene came to an end, and after a scent of incense, Su Ming opened his eyes and turned away from the temple.

"Because of the fall." Su Ming faintly opened.

"A sect..." The middle-aged woman was silent for a moment and said softly.

Su Ming nodded, no longer talked, walked forward, left the palace on the top of the mountain, and came to his residence in the seventh month of the heavens, where there was not much change in the memory, just the dust. .

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Su Ming looked at the former residence. When he turned back for a long time, he saw Ye Wang, who was meditating on the peak of the first vein in the fifth day.

The middle-aged look, the majestic repair, the advice and calmness in the look, Ye Wang... has become an elder.

Su Ming regained his gaze and walked to the sixth floor of the heavens, until he arrived in the July sect. On the seventh floor, he only came here, and his eyes slowly appeared in his eyes.

This quiet man, revealed from the calm Su Ming in these years, has not appeared for a long time, although he repeatedly told himself that the ancient funeral country is only a one-off for himself and the funeral burial, but at the moment he is still Gradually in the eyes, revealing the murder.

The seventh layer of heaven and earth has become a ruin...

There have been only a dozen or so continents, and now there are only three left. The rest has become a ruin. It floats like dust in the heavens and the earth. The bursts of the boulevards are still faintly buried here. Imagine here. It must have been many years ago that the avenues came with the wrath of the sky, and the land was almost destroyed, so that it can make this breath still.

Only the remaining three continents, at the moment, are dead, but in the highest peak of each of the three continents, Su Ming feels the breath of three people.

That is the cold, and the atmosphere of the other two great elders, there is no Gutai, no Xu Zhongfan.

The breath of these three people is very weak, as if they were seriously injured, and they are sleeping at the moment, and they need endless years to slowly recover.

The murderousness in Su Ming’s eyes was gradually suppressed by him, and the introversion was melted into the breath. His eyes swept across the three continents and finally landed on the first continent. The body swayed forward and appeared in the continent in an instant. On the highest mountain.

The top of the mountain is a huge platform. There is a majestic array on the platform. The center of the law is sagged in the center of the fist, such as a small pit.

Looking at this little pit, as a former July disciple, Su Ming knows the penetration of the July sect. Every time the elders have no other major events, only one person wakes up and takes charge of the July sect, while other great elders It is a sleep, so as to practice.

The way to awaken the great elders is to condense the blood of the seven life techniques, so as to awaken the sleeping elders, such as Lancome, which used this method to awaken Xu Zhongfan.

Su Ming stood on the formation and silenced for a moment. When his right hand was lifted, he scratched his fingertips. His blood dropped and fell into the small pit below.

Until the blood dropped nine drops, Su Ming's right hand with a large sleeve, no longer dripping blood, but standing there, waiting silently.

The blood in the small pit at the center of the ground array method disappeared at this moment. At this moment, the entire array of methods suddenly gave off the blood of the blood. This light directly rose from the sky, and at the same time, it seemed to come from the shackles of hell, suddenly blasting from this mountain. Long’s outgoing.

At the same time, with the brilliance of the ray of light, this method seems to turn, and the sound of the roaring sounds, a huge crack suddenly spread from the center of the law, a sacred ice coffin, slowly floating Li, then erected violently, and the bang came to the ground and landed in front of Mo Suming.

Through the cover of this mysterious ice coffin, Su Ming saw it inside, the whole body was dry, the eyes closed tightly, and the chest was seen. There was a flaw in the cold, and the scar runs through him. The body is cut off from its heart.

The body is dry and dry like a cheekbones. When Su Ming looks at it, the whole coffin turns into a blood color. Gradually, this is like a corpse-like cheekbone, slowly creeping up, that is, ten times of interest, the road has recovered. Su Ming’s memory in the past.

"Who··············································································································· I fell asleep for the first time.

Almost at the moment when he opened his eyes, Su Ming’s figure appeared immediately in his pupil. When he saw Su Ming’s moment, the cold eyes suddenly shrank. He clearly felt from Su Ming’s body. ... the repair of the avenue!

Even more in this moment, he suddenly found that his chest was cut off the heart of the heart, actually ... there are signs of healing.

"You are..." The coldness of the road was dignified. There was no relief of the look because of the recovery of the injury. Instead, the eyes were more fierce, but in the depths of the fierce, it was a touch of excitement.

The charm of Su Ming, he will not be strange, although this breath belongs to the Avenue, but he will not forget. It’s just that Su Ming’s appearance has changed a lot. What is revealed in front of him at this moment is the true content of Su Ming in the Sang Xiang world.

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