Why is Heavenly Father so unfair, is it possible that for thousands of years, Heaven has chosen a new heir?

At this moment, in Zuo Mu's eyes, Han Xian's desolate face could not be seen, and his gaze was firmly fixed on the fist that exuded a little bright yellow, as if the heavy black emitted by the death light of his Dao technique was also covered by the slightest bit. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This should be hate!

hated that this day was unfair, and gave himself a thousand years of hope, but in the end it was indeed empty joy, and at this moment, Zuo Mu's originally erect spine was a little bent.

He was happy that Heavenly Father handed over the imperial seal to him, and it had become a great martial tyrant.

He once hated, and Changtian sent Heqing to his side, so that it was dusty for thousands of years.

He was glad that the Father sent him the red thread to him, and opened the door of the emperor's road.

He once hated the creation of the Changtian General and Qing, because it was he who made the obstacle from it, destroyed the emperor's road to heaven, and pushed the four seas into the abyss.

And Han Xian's appearance made Zuo Mu struggle a little out of the loss of the red line leaving and the collapse of the emperor road, but the appearance of that damn fist did beat him back into the loss, and he completely sank into the sea of confusion.

"Puff~~"

Those knees, which were born to kneel only for the sky, are the backbones that have never been bent for thousands of years, and now they are indeed the fists that surrender to Han Xian.

Zuo Mu was already on his knees.

But his knees, the Heavenly Father in his heart will not be merciful, and Han Xian will not stop his fists.

Han Xian's face was still desolate with sadness, had he ever sneered at his bent knees?

The sadness on that face couldn't add any look, Zuo Mu was shocked by the bright yellow on Han Xian's fist, and his eyes were not occupied by the black light of death in front of him.

Han Xian couldn't see Zuo Mu's kneeling.

And the funny thing is that Han Xian didn't see his own life.

How powerless that Ming Huang's Chu Yang Fist is, only Han Xian himself knows best, that Ming Huang is just a dying struggle, and the essential result is indeed just a pair of meat fists, Zuo Mu's eyes must be blind, because he didn't see that in the death light group, the smiling face of 'Han Xian' is still innocent.

Invisibly, the power that trapped him was not dissipated by the lifting of his fist, this body was still firmly nailed to the air, the Dao power in the star map was still silent, and his soul was still adrift.

Although his fist was raised, he had no strength, and he could not become a sharp cone that pierced Zuo Mu's dream.

"Hiss~"

Han Xian's fist must have struck out, hitting the middle of the dead light even more accurately.

But at this moment, everything was as sad as he thought in his heart, and when he saw his fist hit the dead light, he saw that he did not make a single wave.

And Han Xian's eyes saw the fist pass through the death light.

This punch, in fact, should be understood more as not Han Xian's active punch, but the death light took the initiative to kiss the fist, and this kiss has reached the depths.

Slowly, the horror in Han Xian's eyes became stronger and stronger, and the enthusiasm of the dead light swallowed his arm, and he squeezed it towards his chest point by minute.

"Giggle~~"

In addition to being frightened, resentment floated on Han Xian's face, and his teeth were even more angry, because under the attachment and struggle of the soul, the Dao power flowed slightly.

But this resentment is indeed utterly hateful.

Because of the slight flow of Dao power, he couldn't save himself from the fist that was stuck in the quagmire, in fact, if Han Xian hated himself a little and was ruthless, and threw this arm away, maybe he would be able to save his body.

The body is skinned, and the parents who receive it, how can they abandon it, let alone dare to abandon it.

The black color engulfed Han Xian's chest, and at this time, the other arm could riot at will, one leg, half of the body struggled hard, and under the stubborn resistance, he actually trembled with the light of death.

But what's the use of that.

Because Death Light did not stop because of Han Xian's struggle, he incorporated his chest and half of Han Xian's body into his eagerness inch by inch.

"Hmph~"

Zuo Mu's face was full of sneers, looking at Han Xian's struggle, he had already scoffed, sneered in his mouth, and said disdainfully: "It's ridiculous that you still want to break free from the shackles of taking life just because of your little bits, obediently accept the sacrifice." ”

The backbone, the knees, and the person Zuo Mu, when did they walk through the sea of their own confusion and stand upright.

The person with this sneer must have forgotten about these.

Zuo Mu must have been confidently watching Han Xian's dying struggle, watching Han Xian's loss, and seeing Han Xian fall from loss into the sea of confusion.

Because how could he fall to his knees?

"Hum~~"

Just when Han Xian was completely swallowed by the death light, a thick black color immediately exploded on the light cluster, and the human form in it was completely blurred, and the two faces with the same face could not be seen.

But at this moment, although Zuo Mu couldn't see it, he didn't have a trace of worry on his face, and the smile froze on his face, he was really a person who could swallow the sky with confidence, snorted coldly, and said, "Caged bird, I'm afraid that you won't be able to fly." ”

And Han Xiandang, the caged bird, was full of coldness, of course, it was impossible to invite himself to play.

For his appearance, Han Xian didn't need a copy to explain his appearance.

That innocent smile made his heart shudder even more, but at this moment, Han Xian's heart was a little more steady, because this body had finally found its soul's home, and the hot blood in his chest would definitely be able to break through all stagnation.

"Hehe~~" The similar face smiled, and this long-lost relative finally came in.

The corners of Han Xian's mouth twitched, and he said viciously: "Why are you laughing so ugly." ”

But in comparison, Han Xian's complexion was the most ugly, and with that laughter, a trace of black light appeared around him, how to let them enter even more, he snorted coldly in his heart, and said, "Destroy me." ”

The sound was already a fist, and Ri Fengjin immediately swirled around Han Xian's fist.

Han Xian's face was immediately overjoyed, and the wisps of black light in front of him were immediately imprisoned by the fixed strength of the whirlpool, but before Xi could gain a firm foothold, he was completely squeezed down.

The black light was just a pause, and he successfully got rid of the strength of the sun, floated leisurely through the whirlpool, and even pierced through Han Xian's strong breathing and entered the nasal cavity.

'Uh~'

The surprise on Han Xian's face was the real smile Finally, it occupied this face and became the color for a long time, and the original pair of dazzling eyes left empty whites of the eyes at the moment.

Even the blood that had finally galloped fell into a dead silence again.

"Haha~~. ”

Zuo Mu smiled on his face, undoubtedly in his opinion, Han Xian's soul was already his own, with a wave of his right hand, the seal that stole the power of the red line forward appeared again, floating on the death light autonomously, and immediately the light fell on it like an umbilical cord.

This time it wasn't a thick black, the wisps of umbilical cord were indeed blood-colored light.

'Buzz~'

The death light was filled with blood in an instant, but Han Xian, who was trapped in a godlessness, really couldn't know this, and at this time, his body was no longer erect, like a fetus in the womb, and the person with the same face as Mr. Han in the previous death light was attached to his body.

A world full of blood has become a world of peace?

A smile actually floated on Han Xian's face, Han Xian must have fallen asleep, and he must have had a very peaceful and silent dream, so that it was impossible to know that Sisi's soul was stolen by the person who made the copy.

"Grandpa, grandpa, play with me. ”

The dim yellow sunlight gently sprinkled on Han Xian's face, but this seemed to be a shadow a hundred years later, the dark face was already dotted with old spots, the black hair had become sparse and snow-colored, and his eyes were cloudy at some point, and why did this little ghost call himself grandpa, at this time, he was even more eager to stare at his face.

It's old.

The numb head must not want to believe it, deep in his memory, he always remembered that he was still young, his arm was slowly raised, and Han Xian's gaze was carefully explored on it.

But these dim eyes only saw the loose skin, and because the arm was raised for a long time, the slightest sour numbness stimulated the nerves and brain again and again: "Ahem, am I really old." ”

When asked, there must have been some conviction.

Han Xian's cloudy gaze swept around as much as he could, and what he saw was full of strangeness, but it seemed to be familiar in the depths of his memory, and he couldn't help whispering: "Where is this?"

"Hehe, grandpa, you must be asleep, this is the Weishan that we have lived in for generations. The child next to him said innocently.

"Weishan~~"

The old Han Xian read silently, and said even more stupidly: "What a familiar name, uh~~" This head is really old, and even simple thinking can bring a dull sting.

The child looked at Han Xian's confusion, smiled softly, and said, "Hehe, no wonder Dad, I often say that you are old and confused, and you can't remember anything." ”

A smile had already floated on Han Xian's face, his eyes swept away the dim sunlight, his hand gently pinched the child's fat cheeks, and said fondly: "Let's go, let's go home, let's eat, grandpa is hungry." ”

This child must be hungry, and he jumped up happily, but he must have been tired, pulled Han Xian's old fingers, and said coquettishly: "Grandpa, I want to carry it, I want to carry it." ”

"Huh. ”

Han Xian laughed dotingly, bent down on his knees, and said softly, "Don't pee on grandpa's back." And the boy crawled on his back with great skill.

Han Xian's body staggered to his feet, and his legs and feet were trembling, and his mouth was coughing constantly, and the dim sunlight stretched the rickety back and curved shadow long.

"Ahem, old go, ahem, old go, really old, ahem. ”

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