Beseech The Devil

    Who's he? Wushan Tribe has such a Cultivation without this age! ! ”The great man was squirting blood, his look was shocked, he was rumbled in his head, and his heart was roaring.

    But Su Ming's is too fast. It is almost the same time that the big man hit the giant wooden fence. Su Ming is approaching again, with madness, killing, and a punch, while biting his tongue and spurting a blood, the blood just As soon as it appeared, it immediately turned into a blood fog, and it was a technique of black blood.

    As soon as this technique went out, he went straight to the big man. In the unbelievable look of the big man, Su Ming's right hand, at his fastest speed, directly penetrated the blood fog and slammed into it. Big man's chest.

    With a bang, the giant wooden fence was shocked. The big boy’s eyes were so big that they lost their color, and the blood had a lot of benefits from the corner of the mouth. The chest was slammed by Su Ming.

    "DEATH!"Su Ming red eyes, killed a man without a pause, and turned straight to the other black Mountain tribe man cultivator, he before the first battle with this fellow, although soon, but was near this direction black Mountain tribe The rest of the people all look in the eye, they can not believe, helplessly watched their hunting Team deputy leader was killed, even they can not see Su Ming's body, only to see a remnant of the shadow glittering.

    Not only they, Su Ming side of the few kindred man cultivator, but also all shocked, they know Su Ming, know Su Ming, in their memory, Su Ming just a common tribesmen, they had no reason to think about why Su Ming also in the man Cultivator team, but at the moment, Su Ming's eruption, but let them in shock at the same time, have a strong cheer!!

    With Su Ming whispering, the seven or eight fellow Man Cultivators were all smashed.

    "DEATH!"

    "Destroy my home, kill!!"Su Ming red eyes, whole body blood qi majestic, a punch!

    "Take me tribesmen, kill!!"Punch again.

    "Look at my ethnic group, kill!!"Another punch.

    Su Ming figure glittering, in the fear of more than a dozen Black Mountain Tribe, he has been crazy, he has never been so killing, never hated, he seems to be no longer a teenager under the age of seventeen, and It is a crazy killer.

    Blood splattered, Su Ming's ear came a rumbled, his heart was bleeding, it was a tribesmen on the occasion of serious injury, chose blood veins self-destruction!

    This is a war, this is the killing of an intruder and guardian. This is the madness of tribes and tribes. This is the Wushan Tribe and Black Mountain Tribe, which seems to be endless hundreds of years of revenge!

    Black Mountain Tribe suddenly added Man Cultivator, making this war more and more fierce, Wushan Tribe's Man Cultivator is not much, in number less than HeiShan, but at the moment, every Wushan Tribe's tribesmen are clinging to it. In order to protect the homeland, in order to protect the tribesmen, for their tribe, you can give everything!

    Death, what is it! Fight for the homeland, fight for the tribe, fight for the children, fight for the parents, this is the most awkward moment in life!

    The crowd protected by the light of Man-Totem, in the silence, came a cry, the sound of crying echoed, and even more echoed. They are crying, for the protection of their children, for the protection of their father, for the Man Cultivator who protects them, crying…

    "A mother, why is the sky blue…Is it because there is Abba looking at us…"

    "Abba, why are the stars in the night blinking…Isn’t the mother there, looking at us…”I don't know who was the first soft whisper, slowly, almost all the tribesmen who were protected by the Man-Totem light, muttered in the cry.

    Their voices merged together, gradually turning into a low sound, revealing a softness, revealing a sorrow, but in that softness and sorrow, there is an unspeakable thought.

    These words, belonging to the Wushan Tribe alone, are in the Wushan Tribe. Whenever the tribesmen die, the whole family surrounds the fire, looks at the dead tribesmen, and sings sad words.

    "Lasu, you don't be alone in the sky, don't be sad, don't cry, grandma dad looks at you on the earth…Every year, every day…Are watching you…"

    "I won't cry, I won't be sad, I won't be alone, I know you are there, watching me there…I am very happy……"

    The voice of the voice, in the weeping, is getting bigger and bigger, those who are fighting for death, Wushan Man Cultivator, listening to the voices of the tribesmen, listening to the familiar words, looking sad, giving a repressed embarrassment, they want Fight, you have to fight to the end! !

    Su Ming trembled, tears in his eyes, his body filled with blood, his own, but more, belonged to the enemy.

    He doesn't know how tired he is. He doesn't know the fear. What he knows is that he wants to die. When he can't move anymore, when he is seriously injured, what he has to do is blood veins self-destruction! !

    "Ama…Abba…Pippi…"Behind Su Ming's, he faintly heard the little girl who was waking up, crying.

    Su Ming's heart, in the sting, in the blood, as if there are countless roots piercing, making him faster and faster, making his fists more and more rumbled, in this sad and killing, a sobbing music Tune, wandering.

    The sound of music tune reveals a bleak, revealing a sadness, revealing a parting…Not far away, under a big tree, Wusu Tribe's Liu Di leaned there, his legs were blurred, his body was filled with blood, his complexion was pale, and his eyes were bleak.

    His trembling hands, holding a skeleton made of bones, put it on his lips, playing the sad distortion, the squeaking voice, like the cry of his mother, in this fierce battlefield, with the tribesmen The sentence of a whisper blended into a sadness that made people feel sad.

    The snoring snoring, as the wind floats, melts in the snow on the ground, immersed in the blood of the tribesmen, in this battlefield, let every one heard the Wushan tribesmen, tears constantly.

    Su Ming is shaking, this is not the first time he has heard the distortion, but never once, as he is now, let his tears flow down, let his heart seem to be penetrated and lost, become an unintentional person. What exists is only the scars that are covered and the endless sorrow.

    In his ear, in addition to this sad distortion, there is a rumbled of self-destruction, and every rumbled represents the same family Man Cultivator, and the blood veins are chosen to burst.

    "Huangquan Road, don't miss me alone!"Su Ming smirked and slammed out and kicked a Wushan Tribe enemy in front of him. He also squirted a blood, turned around, saw the tree not far away, and snarled before death. Tribesmen.

    The pillars of the tribesmen, though bleak, but they are bright, he plays the distortion, the blood of the hand is dyed on the bones of the bones, but it can not cover the voice that belongs to him, belongs to his sorrow, Belong to his screening.

    This is the distortion of his life, and finally the tribesmen. This time the distortion is that he used his life to play…

    Su Ming closed his eyes, take back the moment, he suddenly pupil a contraction, he saw in another direction, Bei Ling front, there are three black Mountain tribe of the Han, in that ferocious and excited, forced Bei Ling back again, Bei Ling bow, broken , his body, there are many wounds, especially the chest, but also diffuse a lot of blood, its complexion pale, holding a bone blade, with perseverance, with tragic, crazy fight.

    He can't retire, behind him, is the tribesmen, although the tribesmen are shrouded by Man-Totem, but he can't retreat. The closest person behind him is a woman who is crying and looking at Bei Ling. Looking at his trembling body, looking at his mountain-like back.

    This woman, Chen Xin, she seems to be shouting something, seems to tell this Bei Ling what, Su Ming is far away, he can't hear, but he can see Chen Xin's eyes, then look at Bei Ling The gentleness hidden.

    She likes Bei Ling. At this moment, she has more certain ideas. She likes…He

    The tears in the corner of the eyes ran down. When she saw Bei Ling's body tremble, one of the three HeiShan big smirks in front of him stunned, and a bone blade in his hand went straight to the head of Bei Ling's head like a lightning, Chen Xin Sighed with sorrow, she…Rushed out.

    Bei Ling was smirking, he was exhausted now, and he had been fighting since last night. He knew that he couldn’t escape. At the moment of self-destruction, he saw Chen holding his own. Xin.

    "Well, if you come, you will go with me…"Just as Bei Ling wants to close the booth eyes, the moment of self-destruction blood veins, suddenly rumbled, a shock around, so that everyone, including the black Mountain Tribe, the voice of the heart, suddenly echoed the world.

    But see a red spear, in order to let people can not believe the speed, crashing straight to Bei Ling front and go, that Lance revealed a strong to the extreme cold murderous, with a crazy, turned into a huge red eagle for everyone to see, in a twinkling, over the Bei Ling, In front of him directly through the knife to fall down the black Mountain tribe Han chest, bang a sound, will its body firmly nailed in the snow, at the same time, a blast to Happo open, the Han body suddenly burst open, became flesh and blood.

    The other two Black Mountain Tribes, with their bodies trembled, couldn’t help but retire a few steps, each squirting blood. At the same time, a lightning-like figure leaped and stood in front of Bei Ling, replacing Everything in his bone eyes!

    In this scene, this back, in the moment of appearance, set off a big wave in Bei Ling's heart. He is familiar with this scene. In Fengzhen Tribe, he experienced this scene. He saw a person and stood in his own way. In front of them, although the two people look different from each other, at the moment, in the eyes of Bei Ling, they…Overlapping together.

    苏Ming…"Bei Ling looked unbelievable, he was there, he understood everything…

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    I don't know if anyone has heard the distortion. It is a very old kind of instrument. I remember that because there are only five sounds, it sounds very sad. It just happens that the book review area can add video and I will find one for you in the book review area. in. Maybe there is better, but I didn't find it.

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