Chapter 555 Sima Xin!
The choice of each tribe is different. The choice of the Ta herdsman is to give up decisively after realizing that they can't get Su Ming's arm and exchange life for the possibility of the tribe. *.
The strength of the blood department made them choose to sacrifice. With their sacrifices, with the only death they can control, to express the struggle for this fate, send Su Ming to create, leaving a wisp of incense that may be able to continue.
And the Ghost Department, with such a transaction, with the life of the whole family, begged Su Ming, in the kneeling, hoping to get Su Ming's arm.
They don't want to consider whether Su Ming can successfully kill Sima Xin. They are afraid that even if Sima Xin is really dead, it will be enough to destroy all the barbarians before he dies.
They were more afraid. Su Ming died in the hands of Sima Xin. In this way, it would be more miserable to wait for the fate of their ghost station.
They only want [from] once, according to Sima Xin's seal, Su Ming's limbs in exchange for [from].
Looking at the people of the ghost station, Su Ming thought of the second brother...
In his silence, what the other party said knew where Lei Chen was, which also had a great shock to Su Ming.
"The reason is that you have to master it by yourself to really get it." After a long time, Su Ming opened his mouth calmly.
"Please do it. We just want [from], I..." The patriarch of the ghost department looked at Su Ming in bitterness. He also knew that this request was a little too much, but he couldn't think of a better way.
Su Ming did not pay attention to the ghost platform tribe. If the other party did not take action, he would not start to kill. He walked towards the sky with his right hand raised, and the purple light of the spear flashed.
"Your Excellency!!!" The leader of the Ghost Tai clan stood up. He shouted at Su Ming, and tears flowed down his eyes. A sad look.
"Please, pity the children of my department. They are still young, but their bodies also have Sima Xin's wild silk. They have no future. My ghost station is outside, and there is no clan. All of them are here, either dead or alive numbly.
I beg you. Help us. For this kindness, I will never forget it!!"
"Your Excellency, I had friction with you many years ago, but this is all a thing of the past. Now there are only these people in our department. We can't go out, but I hope that the children of the tribe and those middle-aged people can get [from], which can let my ghost stage continue!"
The patriarch of the ghost platform department's voice was sad, and he bowed to Su Ming. All the ghost platform people behind him kowtowed bitterly one by one in silence..
The child's crying came. The old man's tears flowed, and the women also shed tears silently.
Su Ming's footsteps paused in mid-air and continued to walk to the sky. The purple spear in his hand was more intense, and the murderous intention of Sima Xin in his eyes became stronger and stronger.
This is a game in Sima Xinkou. Let Su Ming bear the test of human nature, and let him kill, not to kill... let alone!
Sometimes, it is difficult to make a choice, but what is more difficult is that there is no choice!
Seeing that Su Ming raised his long gun in his right hand and was about to shoot the sixth floor of the sky, on the ground, the desperate voice of the patriarch of the ghost platform circled, and every word cried!
"Your Excellency, this sixth layer is not as below. Sima Xin controls our lives in this canopy. If this canopy collapses, we will all die immediately. All people, all people, will die in front of you at the moment you break this canopy.
This is our life..."
Su Ming was silent. The tip of his gun had touched the barrier of the canopy. The breath of cultivation was integrated into the canopy, and he felt that there was a trace of connection with the life machine of the ghost platform tribe in the canopy.
Here, as the other party said, once the canopy is damaged, they will also die.
"Sima Xin, in those years, you tried to break my mood with Bai Su, so as to plant your barbarian... Now the method has changed, and with all kinds of things in heaven, I hesitated, thus achieving a similar effect." Su Ming closed his eyes, but the long gun in his hand suddenly stabbed at the canopy after this meal!
The roar of this gun was earth-shaking, which made the sky curtain appear with the appearance of fine cracks, and after those cracks were connected to each other, fragments were formed. In the roar, at the tip of Su Ming's gun, it suddenly burst!
"Sometimes, death is a kind of [from]..." Su Ming closed his eyes, and under him, those ghosts who knelt down where they were, at this moment, with the tearing of the sky, trembling one by one, their bodies suddenly (bookstore www.shushu5.com fastest update www.shu Shu5.com) burst, [body] There were a large number of red lines bursting out. With the death one by one, those red lines condensed in mid-air, forming a blurred figure.
This figure looks a little similar to Sima Xin.
He looked at Su Ming and suddenly laughed. His laughter was feminine, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable after hearing it.
"You are really the same kind of person as me. I was going to give them an arm if you really gave them an arm, then I would also give them [from] as promised, but this [from] is death!
Because I also think that sometimes, death is [from]!
You're very good, very good... I'm waiting for you on the ninth floor, and there are two more floors. You have to hurry up, otherwise, you will face the same choice when you meet Bai Su... Let's see how you will choose at that time!"
When the words came out, the vague figure composed of blood suddenly dispersed. The bloods turned into blood one by one and fell on the ground. Su Ming's eyes flashed murderous, and the murderous thoughts of Sima Xin became a strong existence in his life.
He turned around silently and stepped to the seventh floor!
The terrible killing, fighting in the seventh floor, all because of the moment Su Ming stepped into the seventh floor, the whole seventh floor echoed, Sima Xin's words.
"If he goes to the eighth floor, you can wait for all of them to die!"
The killing began. There were no words, some were just heavy breaths, and some were endless magical power. Su Ming, who was surrounded by 500 barbarians, felt a coldness and evil spirit from the 500 people around him.
These 500 barbarians are not ordinary people. Each of them has good cultivation and rich killing experience. They are the cold and sharp blades guarding the southern border!
Their killing is not for [from] reason, but for... to die in battle!
Either kill them or be killed by them, and be able to fight with the strong, which is a noble honor for them than life!
Su Ming looked at them. When his right hand was raised, the spear roared, and his body unfolded and swam at a speed. Wherever he passed, he killed everywhere. These people did not resist, but would only fight with all their strength, and even after being injured, they would explode themselves.
The evil spirit set off by these 500 people made Su Ming silent when he faced it.
Until he closed his eyes, until the armor on his body turned into countless purple filaments, which ejaculated violently around him, without screaming, only a silent smile and a trance of relief.
Su Ming didn't know how long it had passed. Maybe it was half a column of incense, or more, until the roar and fighting around him dissipated, until the ground was sticky. When he opened his eyes, purple lines returned one after another. When armor was formed outside his body again, there was only one body trembling in front of him Falling figure.
This is an old man. His hair is white and the corners of his mouth are full of blood. He looked at Su Ming with no resentment on his face, but a smile.
"Kill me, don't let me die under the despicable silk of Sima Children. I, Lao Tiansen, use your gun that can absorb the soul, suck my soul away, turn the soul of war, and help you fight with Sima Children!"
The old man's voice was like thunder. During the bombardment, Su Ming showed respect, and the long gun in his right hand suddenly shook. When he passed by the old man, he took away his soul!
Holding a long gun, on this burial gun, there are 500 extremely distinct souls of war around at this moment, one by one without a sad roar, some are just silent silence, and the terrible killing that will break out in silence.
Accompanying Su Ming, in his body, he galloped towards the sky, towards the sky curtain leading to the eighth floor. When a shocking roar echoed, the seventh layer of the sky curtain was torn into a crack. Su Ming's body rushed down and turned into a purple shadow. Accompanied by the 500 souls, he rushed into... ...The eighth floor!!
The eighth floor of Tianmen!
Where most of the cold weather is!
But the moment Su Ming stepped into the eighth floor, his eyes suddenly contracted.
This is a desolate world. This is a world without signs of life. The sky here is gray, and the earth here is also gray...
The people here are also... gray!!
The gray is the eyes, the broken is the body, and the no trace of life is in this world, all those with gray eyes...
Or, it can't be called a person. In Su Ming's view, in this area that belongs to most parts of the cold weather, there are ruins on the ground. In the ruins, there are countless corpses, or these are not corpses, because they have open eyes and gray eyes.
No breathing, no fluctuation of cultivation. In this quiet world, Su Ming's scene is full of indescribable strangeness. Those eyes-opening bodies, men and women, old and young, all of them are lying quietly on the ground, as if sleeping... They have the same point, without a left hand!
Everyone's left hand is no longer there.
In the gray sky, there is a cone-shaped stone. The stone platform is very wide, and there is a man sitting cross-legged on it. The man looked at Su Ming with a demonic smile on his face.
This conical stone platform may be the ninth floor of Tianmen, because the person sitting cross-legged on it, Su Ming recognized at a glance, it was... Sima Xin!