Sure enough, like a man, the demon now likes Han Xian more and more, and the same as the one in his memory, his face changes faster than a dog's face, like dew, like wind, like rain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Haha, it's not easy to deal with these ghosts and ghosts outside. Demon Ao said with a laugh.

And Han Xian is also happy in his heart, but anxiety still rises in his heart, although the black crow doesn't want to kill him, but the eldest brother can worry about his life at any time.

Hurriedly bowed again, and said with a very respectful expression: "Please also ask Mr. for advice." ”

The demon's chest was straight, and his domineering face was even more grandiose, and he was quite complacent about Han Xian's courtesy, in fact, he also received Han Xian's courtesy, after all, he was a god who had wandered away from several eras.

The smile on the demon's face was completely retracted, and he said softly, "Han Xian, can you keep your heart?"

Surprised, why do you ask this, in fact, Han Xian is not the only one who is unexpected, this Zen monk must have a deep memory, Han Xian's eyes fell on those cold bloody eyes.

The head nodded slightly, maybe Han Xian didn't think about it, or he was absolutely convinced that he was excellent, or maybe he just wanted to beat the bird.

Not satisfied with Han Xian's answer?

Why didn't any smile flash on the demon's face, but sighed and said, "First, always remember that the path is your own choice." ”

This time, without any hesitation, he nodded violently, because Han Xian's heart understood that it was his own choice to open the door of the ancestral house, and it was his own choice to enter the forest to hunt and kill the wolf in the dark forest, and would there be any difference today?

Now these eyes can't even see the road under their feet clearly, how can they look far into the future.

"Whew~"

That domineering face can actually show a soft smile, it is an accident, and it is also fear, but fortunately, it is short-lived, the demon's gaze is full of fierceness, and Han Xian seems to see another blurred face on that face.

"Get on your knees. ”

The abrupt voice made my heart skip a beat, and this voice must not have come from in front of me, it must have come from a far, far away, but the majesty on it was indeed not something that Han Xian's backbone could fight.

Or maybe it was instinctive awe, a soft sound, and the knees were already buckled to the ground.

The domineering face became more and more blurred, and a strange aura also wafted out, and the voice came again: "Han Xian, you are willing to become a disciple of blood." ”

Did you pick up a cheap master for nothing?

Now his mind and heart are completely blank, without any thoughts, and at the moment he knelt down, invisibly, Han Xian decided his fate, and said in a low voice: "I am willing." ”

"Okay, get up!"

Han Xian was helped up by an invisible force, and the voice in his ears sounded again: "From now on, you will be my brother." ”

Well, I picked up another cheap brother.

However, now, whether it is the fantastic cheap 'blood' master or the ethereal cheap 'Yu' senior brother, they can't solve Han Xian's difficulties, but fortunately, the current Han Xian has a warm-hearted demon.

"Senior Brother~"

The demon's voice was still a little indifferent, but there was indeed a trace of special emotion in it, and Han Xian must be very unfamiliar with such a title.

A smile appeared on his face, he nodded, and his body bent down again, and said softly: "Please also ask Senior Brother, to solve my current predicament." ”

The demon's face was still cold, and he should have a little disdain for Han Xian's words, and said coldly: "Blood disciples never ask others for help. ”

Han Xian's heart jumped, isn't this playing with himself, his body has already stood up straight, and his eyes are staring at the demon's face fiercely, with the intention of rolling up his sleeves and going up to fight.

Of course, for the demon, this place can't stay for a long time, the eyes are blinking, and there is only a voice left in front of Han Xian, and even the square mouth long knife has scattered its tracks: "You can control the rest." ”

Empty places make empty echoes.

Han Xian's gaze swept around, a trace of strangeness fell into his eyes, and the resentment in his heart decreased slightly, it turned out that the demon had not taken everything away, at least that strange aura was still lingering in midair.

For some reason, the smile on Han Xian's face slowly rose, and his arm stretched forward, and the wisp of breath turned into blood, and fell into Han Xian's palm leisurely.

His eyes wanted to see it real, but it was completely scattered and invisible when he started, but the horror still rose in his eyes, and blood veins appeared on his arms, like spider webs, Han Xian hurriedly looked at his body, and sure enough, he was not mistaken, and his whole body was completely destroyed.

When the whole body was covered with a web of blood, a very slight pain pierced into the depths of the soul.

"Bang~"

His knees smashed into the ground again, and he felt that the blood qi in his whole body was burning, and the Dao Tree Leaves behind Han Xian were like this, and the blood network composed of blood lines was densely spread on the Dao Tree.

The pain was already severe, his eyes were completely dark, and in his sleep, a small wisp of blood surrounded him, and he chased after him, smiling as he sank into his right arm.

His eyes suddenly looked squarely, and he hurriedly looked at his right arm, and a trace of bitterness also landed on his cheek, and a shallow blood line was engraved on his arm.

Can this thing help itself?

Han Xiantou shook slightly, and now he has no other dependence.

Everything in the soul is everything in the body, and I shouted in my heart: "I hope my cheap master and senior brother will not play tricks on me." ”

This body is still struggling in the smell of crows, and Han Xian's eyes jumped in the dark, and his heart was even more excited, what he could not do is now so easy.

He sighed in his heart: "This master." Senior brother is really not simple. ”

The fist is formed by clenching, so Han Xian has had enough of this stinky net a long time ago, so let me see what is so powerful about myself who has been transformed by blood.

There was a trace of blood on the Dao tree, and Han Xian's eyes were already blood-red, but the color of madness was not staged in the eye sockets, did he keep his heart, or did he have the power of guidance?

"Wow~"

This sudden sound shocked the black crow, who was almost immersed in the joy of victory, and his eyes hurriedly swept towards Han Xian, and he wrote his cheeks in horror.

A pair of fists actually appeared and disappeared in the crow flock, and after a while, the crow flock that originally surrounded Han Xian was smaller, and Han Xian was really very happy at this moment, and he had no scruples at all, although the pair of blood-red ones were cold and terrible, but those white teeth were pathetic, biting on the body, he did not dare to break the slightest bit of skin.

They have scruples, but Han Xian's attack is not light.

And this was not enough for Han Xian, his body shook violently, and the flock of finches and crows were suddenly scattered a little, and his eyes fell on the frightened face of the black crow, and a sneer flashed.

The crow's heart jumped, and he shouted, "Stop him." ”

"Wow~"

The strange cry of the crows must be a sigh, why not 'eat him' to ensure that there are no bones left.

The sneer on Han Xian's face was even stronger, and he was already disdainful in his heart, wouldn't such a shout be tantamount to telling the enemy his true intentions, and he spat softly in his mouth: "Idiot." ”

Now Han Xianyi has no scruples at all, just this group of stinky birds still wants to stop him, it's ridiculous, Han Xian is not on the wind, and it is obviously very difficult to beat the black crows floating in the air.

But there is no doubt that Han Xian has a heart, his eyes swept over the flock of birds and crows beside him, and the smile on his face was even bigger: "Isn't this my own way to heaven?"

"Haha~"

With a high laugh in his mouth, he lightly touched the back of the crow, and his fist was a wave, which was really a multiplicity, that is, he trampled one to death and smashed many more.

The face of the black crow can be imagined gloomy, looking at the jumping figure, there is already a great hatred in his heart, it is really not easy for this group of birds to raise by himself, but now this guy is really very hateful, and wants to break Han Xian's corpse into ten thousand pieces, but the sky above his head has already warned him that if his life is ruined, it will be himself who will break the corpse ten thousand pieces.

A pair of eyes were already very cold, and now the black crow was waiting, waiting for Han Xian to send it to the door himself, and a playful smile also hung on his face.

Han Xian's face was also sneering, and his heart was already overjoyed: "That person actually paved the way forward without brains, and there are no crows hitting his fists." ”

But I just don't know who is happy now?

Han Xian's feet had already converged into a crow bridge, and at the end of it was of course a black crow.

"Come on, let me see how many catties you have~" The black crow said coldly.

This is what you asked for, Han Xian ran all the way, and there was no mercy under his feet, and a large number of finches and crows became the abdominal bones of the same kind, and at this time, Han Xian came to the end with the help of them.

The black mountain is hidden, the 'early sun' fist has been immersed in the mountains for too long, and the bean-like star next to the Dao tree in the star map has divided into a ray of starlight and integrated into the right fist, and the wisp of blood that is lightly streaked on the right arm has also emerged.

"Ah, let me see what you're up to. Han Xian let out a low roar.

Take a leap. The crow bridge immediately decided, this 'early sun' has the support of the stars, and the accompaniment of blood, Han Xian wants to smash that hateful face, and the conceit of the black crow also gives Han Xian a chance.

That face was still full of playfulness, just gently raising the arm like a bird's claw, and wanted to use this withered claw to meet Han Xian's fist?

This is undoubtedly sad in Han Xian's opinion, so let you taste the bitterness.

"Poof~"

A soft sound swayed slightly in the air, but fortunately, Han Xian didn't laugh, and when his fist smashed into the black crow's head, it was blocked by the withered claw, but Han Xian's imagination was like a bamboo, destroying the withering and decaying, but his fist was firmly controlled by the black crow in his hand, and the Dao power on it was also scattered and invisible, and there was a cold and fishy smell that rushed straight to his head.

The black crow looked at Han Xian and said coldly, "You can stay on the ground honestly for me." ”

"Whew~~"

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