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Lie on your stomach.

Lying on his stomach is honestly motionless, like a corpse.

Falling Changming like a meteorite is Han Xian lying on his stomach, like a corpse.

At this moment, Han Xian was lying on the ground, like a half-rotted corpse, and the smell of decay was so bad that even the wind was unwilling to approach.

Rot.

Waiting for this to rot.

Han Xian honestly waited on the ground for it to rot, but even if he had come here, the peace in the sky was restless, and the lightning flashed and roared.

Shuttling through the thick clouds like a dragon.

The clouds are as black as ink, and in the thick ink, it is a strong dragon running through ten thousand shadows.

Just now, Han Xian was full of pride, and he was dressed as a spear and plunged straight into the sky, but he didn't even hold on for a breath, and he was slapped into the mud.

Why did Han Xian lie on the ground?

The devastation of the whole body seemed to be extremely rotten, but this rot was bestowed by the punishment of the heavens, from the beginning of the wind, to the spread of fire, and now to the thunder overhead.

When it's hot and dry.

When you rush to the sky, you drink it as a stick.

Thunder thundered, and the pride of a spear was directly cut off, and it was stubbornly buckled on the ground, almost unable to pick it up.

After a long time.

Lying on your stomach.

Han Xian was still lying on his stomach.

Is it really dead?

It was motionless, but the clouds in the sky were already contained in the thunder punishment, but it didn't matter whether Han Xian was dead or not, the long dragon swimming in it was still surging in all directions.

"Thorn~~. ”

The light of Changming is making a dazzling light, and here, they are aimed at the top of Han Xian's head, the top of the head is motionless, this long plain, Han Xian is this target, does he think that he can escape the catastrophe by lying on his stomach?

This plain is absolutely flat, even a strand of hair standing upright, will become a benchmark to shake in the wind, and now?

That's the head.

The skull was much taller than a hair.

This tallness is jealousy.

"Sting. ”

The long dragon of electricity was getting hotter and hotter in the ink clouds, and the roar of this sound was like the mobilization of the golden drum before the charge.

Those who run through the clouds are soldiers.

It was the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals who intercepted Han Xian's Condensing Immortal, and it was converging, it was the convergence of countless electric snakes, ten thousand shadows became a shadow, and the pitch-black clouds above their heads were like a huge heart.

He is contracting, contracting, contracting.

In the contraction, the electric rays hidden in the ink cloud converged in the center of the point.

This ink cloud is like an eternal night, and this electric light that shrinks into a little bit is like an everlasting bright star, a little bit of light.

But the light of this point is in the absolute darkness of the night.

So can it still be called a little?

This point is like the sun, this point is the convergence of all eyes, and anyone whose eyes fall on it will be frightened, this point like the sun is really containing the power of the sun.

The sun is bright and hot.

He is long bright and dry.

Hot and dry.

What is heat, heat is to blow away the cold spring breeze, let the living beings in the world bathe in it, and give those who are cold a warm temperature, which has given people hope.

But this dryness is different.

That's despair, it's desperation, it's despair, it's not the eye, it's intended to take the life, and now, the point of the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Punishment is Han Xian's life.

Ink clouds are like heart contractions.

This contraction has reached its extreme.

This constricted heart is like a bow, a giant bow made with the sky as its back, and the only brightness in it is the arrow that this bow is about to release, it is already hot, and this heat has already had a direction.

"Hum. ”

"Boom. ”

The heavenly bow is being released, and this release is the fluttering of Qiming's long arrows.

A little bit into a crack, when this point falls, it is like splitting the world alive, square from top to bottom, bright shadows into a line.

The hot electric snake makes a sharp cold arrow.

Electricity forgot about the meandering running of their nature, and they hurriedly sang, this song was to smash Han Xian's body lying on the ground as soon as possible.

Lying on your stomach.

Lying on your stomach.

Question: Can Han Xian still lie on his stomach at this moment?

The face down against the ground is not visible as the dazzling cold falling from the sky, but this close to the ground is sure to be able to hear the roar of thunder on the absolutely flat ground.

"Boom~~. ”

Cutting the air is killing the air.

It's Iron Horse Kingo.

It is dazzling and dazzling, a little light, thousands of troops are cold, a little light, thousands of horses galloping, a little light, thousands of arrows are bright.

"Lying on your stomach. ”

It's the sound.

It was the voice of the face that was lying tightly on the ground.

Han Xian's eyes didn't see it, but the face that was sticking to the ground was really seen in the hearing, seeing the cold of thousands of troops, seeing thousands of horses galloping, and seeing thousands of arrows Qi Ming.

These are all here to kill themselves.

And now, is this 'lying on his stomach' from Han Xian's mouth a resignation?

Is it the most helpless choice to make in absolute helplessness?

Really?

A breath remains, and the battle continues.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

This 'lying on his stomach' is a question, it is Han Xian who is in the enemy, and the killing move is obvious, asking: 'Do you still want to lie on the ground like this and wait for death?'

It's bones asking every inch of bone.

Bones clanged unwillingly.

"Ah~~~. ”

gnawing on the soil, Han Xian swallowed the soil in his mouth directly, and his throat was shattering, this was alone.

There is only one person left in this one, and he is proud of himself in the face of thousands of troops.

Lying on your stomach?

Han Xian was no longer lying on his stomach, although his body was still on the ground, but the proud head was already rising, and it was lifted one point at a time.

"You can lie down honestly for me. ”

"Boom~~. ”

Is it a little?

Is that the point that cuts the world from the sky?

This is the point that can cut through the world, and this is the point that thousands of troops are coldly squeezed.

Did the Heavenly Dao Thunder Punishment have necessarily fallen on Han Xian's body?

There's no hiding from the dirt.

Now, this point is the rampant hand of Heavenly Dao punishment, pressing on Han Xian's head that is only slightly raised.

"Get down. ”

Thousands of troops and horses are talking, Wan Congfeng is talking coldly, and in this statement, the thunder punishment that fell on Han Xian's head directly lit up the world.

This light is brilliant.

Like the sun, it is Han Xian's head like the sun.

And it was the light emitted by the sun from Han Xian's skull that swept across the four directions, sweeping everything here and drowning it, all of which naturally included his own backbone, and this body was completely engulfed.

"Hiss, hiss~~. ”

For a long time, the ever-bright sun slowly extinguished as the electric light gradually dimmed.

But in the midst of this extinguishment, the air was still echoing with the aftermath of the surging thunder, and countless electric lights were still meandering as snakes.

"Hey, hey. ”

Laugh?

It was a rampant sneer.

This laughter comes from the sky, this is the laughter of heavenly punishment, it is sneering, Han Xian's self-indulgence, laughing at Han Xian's self-defeat.

"Hehe~~. ”

The sound of breaking is joyful.

Laughter, the voice is changing.

But in this change, it was the joy of the sky, and it was cold in an instant.

He heard, he heard.

It was a sound in his ears that shouldn't have sounded, a voice from the body of the self-righteous who felt dead.

"Hehe~~~. ”

Laughing, still laughing.

This laugh was made in the complete coldness of the Heavenly Dao Ink Cloud Thunder Punishment, and now, the sun magnified by the 'Thunder Punishment Point' has been completely extinguished.

It was a helpless extinguishment in the darkness.

All of those wandering electric snakes are dead.

The light is dim, and people are revealed.

In the midst of the manifestation, it was Han Xian's proud head and proud body, and at this moment, the spine that was once tightly attached to the ground was trembling a little.

It's doing stand up.

Trembling, it is the head that drives the body to stand up.

"Hey, hey. ~~”

Laughing, creepy.

The laughter came from Han Xian's mouth.

This is no longer a human form, this can hardly be called a person, this is simply a skeleton, on this skeleton, only the heart in the chest cavity is still flesh in bright red.

Other.

Everything, including the ears and eyes, was turned into ashes in the thunderstorm.

Bone.

Bright red hangs black.

This black is a bone, a bone that has been burned by fire and struck by lightning, but Han Xian is still alive, and it is difficult to understand this as a belief in support.

Even if you have a strong faith, you can't support the only skeleton to stand alive.

What is it?

What is charred bone?

Disaster!

The catastrophe of the immortals!

The calamity bestowed by the Heavenly Dao!

This is the only way to be reborn, if you want to succeed in condensing immortals, you must give up the skin and flesh of the past, this scraping of bones and shimmering flesh will of course be a pain that ordinary people can't understand, and of course it will be a life that ordinary people can't agree with.

"Not dead?"

This is the eyes of ordinary people who can see that Han Xian is not dead, and the eyes of Heavenly Dao punishment naturally take all this in their eyes, and when they see it, they will naturally not turn a blind eye.

Never die.

Heavenly punishment, the line has never been to help people achieve the rebirth of immortals with ordinary achievements, the purpose of his line is very simple, this simplicity is 'death,' and now what they want is to let Han Xian die.

The clouds are surging.

Coherent.

The electric snake is doing ten thousand snakes flashing.

It was a little bit of instant integration, the only bright color in the eternal night, and the coldest edge made by thousands of troops, but this time the target of the punishment was changed, and it was not aimed at the top of the skull.

It's the backbone.

It is the pillar of the body, the backbone of the big bones.

The skeleton Han Xian looked at the sky, his eyes had no pupils, but he was really seeing, his teeth were biting, his bones were trembling, and all of Han Xian's bones were screaming.

"Heh~~. ”

It's laughter.

I heard the laughter of the bones, and in the midst of this laughter, the electric light that turned into a little enlightenment had already buckled towards the body.

This time it's not a shooting star that splits the world.

It was the nature of the Thunder Tribulation that meandered around them, and the space became fragments in the blink of an eye, and in the blink of an eye, the fragments spread to Han Xian's side.

Be a benchmark.

The straightness of this bone can be straight, just like the benchmark of lightning.

"Heh~~. ”

The laughter was the laughter in the hollow eye sockets, and in this laughter, just as the electric snake that was winding and squeezing the space was about to fall on his body, Han Xian's skeleton actually floated into the air autonomously.

It's a hint.

But this is a hint of rebellion.

"Boom~~~. ”

It was still a little bit of the sun's radiance, and it was still Han Xian's scorched bones that were instantly buried in the dazzling and chaotic whiteness.

Gone.

It's as if the world is gone.

But this time, this disappearance seems to be the life of a person, and the sun that is magnified by the 'thunder punishment a little' is rising like the real sun.

It's a point of climbing.

"You've had enough, it's my turn. ”