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At this moment, Han Xian only wanted to deal with Yiyang.

His face was as pale as paper, and a pair of eyes scanned the slightly thin mist of resentment around, but the look on his face was actually a little timid.

What is Han Xian afraid of?

Of course, what Han Xian was afraid of was not the death that could happen at any time, but the thin mist of resentment right now.

Who are they, and who is left in Yiyang?

Of course he was afraid of Han Xian, and he might be afraid to death, after all, this is his 'father-in-law and father-in-law', after all, any inducement comes from that person.

If there is no Qin Mu Rongruo, then Han Xian must be like all living beings, although this place is cold, although he has witnessed this place change from hot to cold, but he must be like them, his eyes sigh coldly, and he condemns all this.

What kind of causal cycle, retribution is unpleasant, it has something to do with having your own half a dime.

But with the existence of Qin Mu Rongruo, even if he didn't witness the coldness of this place, then Han Xian would probably be very enthusiastic to make peace.

Can this be understood as a crime?

And at this moment, Han Xian's behavior can only be understood in this way.

He was using his life to force something very far-fetched.

"Whew~. ”

Han Xian took a deep breath of cold air, and sure enough, his body was much colder than the air, and he exhaled a long breath, his expression calmed down slightly.

'Hmph~. ’

He snorted a little coldly in his mouth, and roared in his heart: "Don't be afraid," Rifeng Daokong was controlled by his left hand at one time, but Rifeng Jin was directly disillusioned in the flickering light and darkness.

"Giggle~~. ”

The teeth gnashed viciously, since one hand is weak, but I have both hands What can I be afraid of, the palms of the hands are against each other, and the wisps of Dao Li run through the blood.

It's a struggle, but it's not the last breath.

Still standing, then there is still room for squeezing, Han Xian finally pulled Ri Feng back from the predicament of flickering and disappearing, but this flickering light of blood intent really made people pinch a cold sweat.

But fortunately, although the sunfront force under control is weak, where the suction power flows, resentment is also converging minute by minute.

Everything is slow, so slow that Han Xian needs to grit his teeth and persevere, and this slowness is understood as a kind of torture.

"Whew~. ”

"Whew~~. ”

Is it useful to grit your teeth and persist?

Powerlessness is powerlessness, but when the sickness that was bullied into his mind gained a firm foothold, even if Han Xian had ten layers of strength at this moment, it would be rare to be able to exert four points.

What's more, at this moment, Han Xian had already suffered a loss of blood and qi and a shortage of Dao power under several bloody battles.

Heroes also have times when they are short of breath.

The cold sweat doubled the cold to the bone, and at this moment, Han Xian's body was like a sifting chaff, and the cold sweat had blurred his already faint eyes.

The darkness next to the eye socket is a battle of inches and feet in a tenacious struggle.

Persistence has an end, and at this moment, Han Xian's persistence is almost at the end, although his strength is exhausted, but that heart is still immortal and unwilling.

The eyes are already dark.

"Monk help me~. ”

The voice trembled like a mosquito's wing, and Han Xian had pinned all his hopes on this sound of the micro-end, but this micro-end still stole all of Han Xian's strength, how could Ri Feng still have the possibility of support, and the thickness of the eyelids finally dragged Han Xian completely into the darkness.

The high altitude was cold, and Han Xian's body instinctively chose to dodge.

He thought he was about to fall, and Mother Earth was preparing to carry Han Xian's instinctive choice with her own heaviness.

But Mother Earth should rest for a while.

A Zen monk makes a mistake once, which can be understood as carelessness after the magnification of shock, but if it is made twice a mistake, then it must be understood as intentional.

Then this intention must be understood as murder.

But fortunately, the compassion of the monk is true compassion, and the monk is a real Buddha, although Han Xian's voice is faint and difficult to hear, it is also a very simple thing for the monk's cultivation to hear the mosquito wings trembling.

When Han Xian's figure was about to fall, the monk thought that he knew that something was wrong, and with a slight force under his feet, the whole person turned into a phantom, and appeared behind Han Xian in the blink of an eye.

The gentle palm pressed against Han Xian's heart, and the strong Dao power surged towards Han Xian's star map like a tide.

Like a spring breeze sweeping away the cold and dusty world, the star map was like taking a great tonic, and it immediately burst into enthusiasm, but Han Xian still had his teeth clenched and unconscious.

Although Han Xian was as faint as death, the demon knife hidden in the star map did tremble lightly under the wrapping of a Zen monk's Dao power.

After all, they are old friends who have been together for a long time.

That day they thought it was the end of the world forever, who wanted to meet here today after tossing and turning, although he could not get his own recognition, but the monk was still the closest to his expectations in addition to 'Yu' for the time being.

As for Han Xian, although he has opened his eyes many times, he is far from meeting his expectations, and he is more like a dead man at the moment.

"Amitabha. ”

A Zen monk chanted a Buddha name in his mouth, and his originally kind face was a little bitter and haggard at this moment, and his sad face was slowly condensing and profound.

Why are you worried?

Of course, Han Xian's teeth were clenched and he was unconscious.

Although the star map regained his vitality with Jin, Han Xian's body was indeed still in numbness, and his vitality was still there, but he was unconscious like a dead man who could still breathe.

Why is that?

In this regard, of course, the monk understands, the poison of resentment has planted the root of the disease, although the star map has been spared, but Han Xian's body and Han Xian's head have fallen under the claws of the disease.

Can the great Amitabha Buddha save Han Xian?

Of course, he can, but he can only love the last thing when the mountains are far away.

"Hey~~. ”

The head of the divine monk shook slightly, and his face was full of loneliness, but he was also a persistent person, and his gentle Dao power was still surging towards Han Xian's star map.

Although it can't wake him up, it can at least guarantee that Han Xian won't die for the time being.

"Hmph, is the Buddha you are asking for useful? I really don't understand why you gave up the opportunity to reach the top of the world at that time, and chose the last stream of this world, what kind of pure heart and few desires, in the end it is not just a sad sigh. ”

I was already disgusted with the sighing demon knife, and at this moment, I was even more disgusted with the sigh of the monk.

"Buddha can't, but I can. ”

The star map trembled, and in an instant, the monk's strong Dao power was cut off by force, and the monk was shocked and happy.

Of course, I was shocked that the cold and arrogant demon knife would actually pity the lives of others, and of course, I was happy that it was precisely because of the faint blood intent that the demon knife had stimulated like an unprecedented rush into the brain, and it actually gave the mark of the disease to all over the place.

Obviously, he has the ability to treat the symptoms and the root causes, but the demon knife is indeed pretending to be Qinggao and only temporarily stabilize Han Xian's life.

But even this is enough to make the monk jaw-dropping.

I am afraid that this groundbreaking cannot be fully understood as sarcasm to the monks, and it is likely to be due to Han Xian's own reasons.

The demon knife has been silent for too long, and it needs the joy of breathing blood too much, but there are too few talents suitable for him in the world, and it is not easy to get Han Xian, who can still enter the eye, then he will still try his best to find a reason to take care of Han Xian's life imperceptibly.

The eyes were slightly open, and the shadows around were dull and blurry.

"Whew~. ”

Han Xian exhaled a long breath, a bit of bleak joy appeared on his face, and smiled at the haggard and bitter face of the divine monk: "Thank you for the blessing of the divine monk." ”

"Hehe~~. ”

The monk's bitterness was slightly dissipated, his head shook slightly, and he just smiled lightly.

The matter is over, the resentment is still there, his heart towards Rong Ruo is indestructible, and Qin Muhai himself must see it, and he broke free from the support of the monk with a little force.

In the chest, the qi is fixed, the star map, the road is stable, and the blood is strong.

When the Rifeng Dao control hand arrived, the surging suction force was vented, and the shadow was immediately seen, and the resentment of the four sides gathered wildly, and the sky and the earth were suddenly empty, and only a black whirlwind tornado was inserted directly into the ruins of Yiyang.

In it, the condensed countenance is resolute.

In it, the cohesive backbone is straight.

In it, the condensed body is the first peak that towers up to the heavens and the earth.

He is not the number one powerhouse in Yiyang City, whether it is in life or after death, he is still the number one powerhouse in this ruins.

That's my father-in-law.

Han Xian looked at Qin Muhai's resolute and unangry face, his expression couldn't help but be a little cramped, and even his originally pale and bleak face was a little embarrassed.

And at this moment, Qin Muhai's gaze fell on Han Xian's blushing face like a vast star.

'Don't be low, don't be low. ’

Although Han Xian's heart was roaring and strong, when Qin Muhai's gaze fell on his face, the pride that had been built up in his heart collapsed instantly.

The hot breath is even more hot and scorching to scrape this throat.

A person with a disturbed mind is already confused, that is a grievance that has not been purified by the mantra, he only has hatred, and his life and past events have long been blurred.

But at this moment, looking at Qin Muhai's soft smiling face, does it still seem like a resentment without assertiveness?

"Heh~~. ”

This is a person who has come over, once when he was a young man, he once blushed and emphasized in his heart to stand in front of others with his arrogant bow, but now he has come.

"Little brother, are you still here?"