How long was Han Xian stunned?

This numb person is like he has been standing for centuries, otherwise how could there be white bones around him, and fear will completely occupy Han Xian's heart. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Now it's not that he doesn't want to move, but more that he doesn't dare to move, for fear that he will accidentally become a white bone in the water.

And now there is no trace of blood on the water surface, the water is clear, and it is even more watery, but the fear in Han Xian's heart makes him deeply remember how the white bones were formed in the water.

"Giggle~~"

This is already a sound that makes the scalp tingle, and it is really difficult to understand what kind of torture makes the mind cultivator look like this, but when the last trace of reason is lost, the teeth become razors.

The expression on his numb face finally changed slightly, and the corners of Han Xian's slightly upturned mouth must have been forcibly suppressing the cowardice in his heart with contempt.

"Whew~~. ”

With a hint of wind?

This was completely the air flow caused by Han Xian's light exhalation of evil qi, and his body shook slightly, and the strong person did not plant himself in the seemingly calm river, and took two steps back slightly.

His eyes swept over the cold front in the pile of white bones, and a trace of greed crawled in his heart?

Han Xian shook his head violently, although the knife was no longer guarded at the moment, but the pile of white bones had indeed become the best caretaker, and Han Xian was destined to be a timid person, how could he dare to touch Na Sen Leng half a step.

Turning around, his eyes did not drift to the dark Wei Mountain, and fell straight to the ground in front of him, striding away with a meteor.

And the footsteps of his own insistence are indeed full of magic, and the original cowardly heart is actually strong in this steady sound.

I don't know when a sneer crawled all over my cheeks, and I smiled in my heart: "I'm still on the shore!"

Undoubtedly, this shore made Han Xian understand that if he didn't want to become a scattered white bone, he had to be strong enough, and only with the gift of others today would he have the opportunity to survive, if he became a flowing water and passed away, then what would he do?

"Hehe, next time I'll be on my own. Although Han Xian still didn't know where his reliance was, his faith was as dazzling as the sun in the sky.

Maybe Han Xian didn't feel it himself.

The people who crawled out of the water did not fish out all of themselves, at least the innocence and delusion of the past were left in the river to be with Chu Ming.

"If you don't want to be a white bone that makes others sigh, you can only be strong yourself. ”

The footsteps were eternal, but at this moment, the sound was slowly calming down, and Han Xian had come to life from his original imagination, and his eyes swept coldly.

And the corners of his mouth twitched deeply.

There was already a howl of grief and indignation in his heart: "You are blind, what are you running around?"

The originally calm face was a little pale, and his eyes swept suspiciously towards the surrounding darkness, if it was simple black, of course Han Xian was not afraid, but there were too many strange things hidden in this black, and he hurriedly raised the imperial seal in his hand in order to illuminate the road in front of him, but it was as if it was dead, it was like a stone, and there was no luster at all.

His heart was already miserable, and Han Xian didn't know how his feet had turned his body here. Although the eyes were full of darkness, a pair of eyes still stubbornly glanced around.

Suddenly, a shadow squeezed deep into his gaze.

Is this one sudden, this one seen Wei Shan's intentional arrangement, or has his eyes adapted to the darkness here, and can play a little role?

Han Xian's feet moved slightly, and there was no doubt that he wanted to find out what the hell it was.

"Uh~~. ”

Suddenly, Han Xian's waist stumbled in front of him, and there was a trace of coldness on his face, Dao Li was already ready, and his fist smashed out towards the thing that stumbled on his waist.

"Bang~"

Han Xian's face turned white and he gritted his teeth in pain, and his feet were shocked by his own strength and retreated.

"Boom~"

There was another soft sound under him, and his back and waist were once again passively resisted, and at this moment his heart was full of sorrow, and he howled: "Are you surrounded?"

In Han Xian's opinion, the encirclement is not terrible, what is terrible is that his brazen fist is so weak here, even if he doesn't smash others with one punch, he actually hurts himself.

"Huhu~~"

The thick breath echoed again and again, and at this moment, he didn't dare to move, a pair of eyes were coldly alert to the surroundings, and shadows also appeared in front of him, and his eyes hurriedly swept behind him.

The shocked face immediately occupied his face, and behind him was also a ghostly road, but it was only a little shorter.

At this moment, how much Han Xian wanted to sink into his imagination again, so that he could stride into meteors again, and maybe unintentionally, he would be able to get away with the ghost place.

But now, even if Han Xian wants to break his head, he can't reach the level of 'speculation'.

I had no choice but to accept my fate, but what is certain is that even if I am surrounded, I have to try to break through everywhere, and maybe accidentally, I will be rushed out of a hole by myself.

He walked again, but as soon as he took two steps, his waist was once again pressed against him.

Han Xian's face was restless, the evil color and the ruthlessness were the same derivation, and his figure slowly squatted down, and his hands were very careful to explore the things that stood in his way.

The slightest coldness pierced his heart from his fingers, Han Xian's pores were cold, and his hands were even more trembling, but his face remained the same, he took a breath of cold air fiercely, and his hands were blind again.

This breath of cold air is really effective, and this time the hands will be much more presumptuous.

Wandering around the object, touching the edge next to it, and touching the concave and convex lines in the center, and the originally anxious heart slowly stabilized, and muttered: "Is this a stone tablet?"

The slightest hatred quietly arose with the lines between the fingers, and he was sure that this hand was a few words, but although he had learned a little knowledge in Shangwu, he was blind out of thin air, how could he guess the true face.

"Hum~~. ”

"Ah~~"

A flash of light suddenly rose from Han Xian's hand, and he was immediately screamed in shock, his heart was manic, and his face was completely snow-white.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he raised his hand overflowing with red light, his voice was already hoarse, and he said weakly: "Sister Red Line, can you say hello next time you help." ”

Of course, Hongxian didn't care about the abruptness of her behavior, and all she did was to keep Han Xian from bumping into the dark.

Han Xian's arm was raised slightly, and the red line stretched the endless black slightly.

The frightened face was originally pale, but now I saw with my own eyes that it was indeed a good shape of that paleness, swallowing silently in my throat, and there was already a flood of fear in my eyes.

The answer that Han Xian obtained before was not false, it was indeed a stele, but the only difference he saw with his own eyes now was that this pestle standing in the darkness was indeed a tombstone.

I couldn't believe that I had actually broken into this ghost place, but I couldn't believe that I had really crossed one sin after another and was in the midst of the graves.

The cold air cleansed Han Xian's manic heart again and again, and he didn't know how many times he took a deep breath, and when he came, he was at ease, slightly suppressed the fear in his heart, and slowly squatted down, and the red light in his hand was carried to the tombstone by himself.

It must be better than being blind, at least with the faint light, you can tell who is buried under your feet.

"Situ. The Tomb... Break.... National Majesty.Horse Credit.... Burial with.. King's side. ”

Han Xian nodded again and again, a treacherous smile flowed out of his face, and he slowly stood up and said softly: "So that's the case, all the heroes buried here are Zuo Mu's heroes, and their main merits are recorded on it." ”

For some reason, Han Xian's spine broke through the fear, stood up straight again, and muttered: "Hehe, what do I have to be afraid of when they are already dead." ”

Is that really the case?

Didn't Han Xian think that in the ghost place of Weishan, death was more terrible than life?

But fortunately, Han Xian, who was silently exploring the new world at this moment, did not realize this, and bent over several times to stand up, sometimes sneering on his face, and sometimes praising in his mouth.

There is also an end to the curiosity of the heart, let alone in this cold place.

Han Xian's arm was raised high again, and he inadvertently paid attention to the sleeping heroes under his feet, and his mouth kept 'offended', and he walked through the stele forest and walked directly to the depths.

And the deeper they went, the taller those tombstones became, and at this time they were almost the same height as Han Xian, and they were not as dense as before, but there were paths winding through them.

With a long sigh in his heart, he said happily: "Senior brother doesn't know which one you have noticed and needs me to help you burn incense." And this can only be Han Xian's self-amusement.

Obviously, no one wanted to stay in the cemetery for a long time, and their feet suddenly sped up and they ran wildly.

A sneer appeared on Han Xian's face, and a huge black shadow appeared in his eyes, and around him there were several smaller shadows in turn.

Han Xian snorted coldly in his heart: "It's finally coming to an end." ”

The arms are raised high, and the eyes are extremely high, but if you want to look at the great achievements of others, the light in your hands is not enough to be at such a distance from now.

And as Han Xian's figure approached, the words on the stele gradually condensed.

"Heh, Zuo Mu, I didn't expect you to bury your bones. Han Xian smiled.

And the gaze couldn't help but be like the slightly lower tomb swept away, the running figure suddenly paused, and in the red light, the words 'Heqing' appeared on the stele.

His voice was trembling, and he said weakly: "Is it really dead?"

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