I went back to her.

As for what happened after the death, then let it go, how many people died, as long as it didn't happen to me, as long as it didn't happen in front of my eyes, even if I was worried and sighing, there was nothing I could do, I could only let it go.

"Hehe~~!"

The wind blows here, and all the people here are gone.

There are no people here, only demons are left here.

There are all kinds of sandy blurs here, these are the traces left by people after death, this pale leave is just killed by people, if it is a demon, they are more willing to stuff these people into their stomachs.

After all, it's food.

"Hey~~!"

But it was killed.

That's different, the kindness of people, so quick to liberate them, after an instant nothing is left, it becomes sand on the ground.

But now.

There were not only shadows of sand but also people on this verdant and pale earth.

The headless kind.

This head is not really gone, but separated, and the body is separated, so at this moment, the earth is hot and bloody, and it is slowly cold.

Who is this embodiment?

Losing the head, leaving only the body is difficult for people to verify.

After all, if you lose your face, how can you let people know who he is.

Head?

Where is the head?

There is still a detached head, a bloody head, there is not a living person here, but the plants and trees here have spirits, and they remember very well on the ground, how the blood sprayed, how the head fell.

Smear crimson.

The moment it rushed out.

A touch of crimson mess.

Blood provokes crimson, and people are decapitated.

It was the grass that saw a large head slash through the air and slam into the cold grass in the bloody rain of blood and rain that sprayed at his throat.

Monarchy.

Your head is gone.

You who have no head, are dead.

Even if he is fortunate to have achieved the 'Jun Realm' that is the envy of thousands of cultivators, but after the head is gone, he can only restore the essence of everything.

Die.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, death is always the end.

He made great achievements in his life, but you are lying on the ground and bleeding, and there is no difference between you and ordinary people.

History remembers that you were lucky enough to cultivate to the realm of the king, but the Hell Yama only knew that you should be punished for the unscrupulous means in your life, and the god of death knew that you should be reincarnated, so stay in another world.

But?

But?

On such a large piece of grass, the Great Immortal Gao Shun of the Junjing was left behind, but the fat body of Shen Yizhao, an ordinary person, did not flow oil here.

Where is he?

Is he still standing here?

The demon stood.

At this moment, in this place, only the angry human-faced god Tong Ji Meng is still standing, and there are two demons standing here, and there is no one in the figure.

"Whew~~!"

Exhale.

Frost spit.

White mist erupted in the mouth of the human-faced god, it was angry, it should be hateful today, and the empty joy was not mentioned, Han left first, he had seen the Dao method himself, so forget it.

But what about just now?

That fat man, the fat man who was standing here just now.

He disappeared.

The bloody grass on the ground saw it, and his own eyes also saw it very really, he disappeared, and Shen Yizhao shrank the ground into inches in the same way and disappeared from the spot.

'Shizuichi' again?

How could such a miraculous Dao method be so worthless.

Heaven and earth are magical, and they can be borrowed.

Runes.

At this moment, this place is filled with the breath of the runes after burning, the runes are together, how terrifying, people borrow the law of heaven and earth, and I have arrived at the place I thought of.

The two stared.

"Huh~!"

The teeth are sharp.

"I don't believe you can escape from the palm of my hand, I don't believe that that scumbag can be faster than me. "So determined, so sacrificing.

The human-faced god howled firmly.

Painful sacrifice.

Horse-body and human-faced.

It's a horse.

Who dares to ride it when it becomes a god, but now under the resentment, the nobility has been thrown aside, and in the eyes of the human-faced god, he can only regain his nobility by taking back the pride that has been taken away.

"Whew~~!"

The wind is moving, the speed of a thousand miles.

Knife cut the dough.

Broken blood.

Ji Meng sat on the back of the horse-body and human-faced god in fear, in action, thousands of miles phantom, any existence in this world is obsessed with such speed.

But it's only through the experience that you know how uncomfortable it is.

The face can be endured by the wind, as long as you support the Dao Law and block the small wind knife, it is naturally not a problem, but what makes Ji Mengqing embarrassed is that the wind and rain that has been falling on his head can't keep up with the speed of his actions, so how can he adapt.

"Whew~!"

The wind blows, bear with it.

"Whew~!"

The stars are moving, the lips are bursting, continue to endure it.

"Whew~!"

Under the long night, people walked slowly.

"Hehe~!"

Laughing, Han Xian smiled and said with a smile: "Are you worried about me?"

"Hmph~!"

Jiao snorted coldly, Rong Ruo's face was suddenly dyed with a little anger, and he glanced back at the man behind him, as if he was unhappy if he didn't speak, but the unhappy person finally put his head slightly on the chest of the person who was making him angry.

At this moment.

Beautiful day.

People laughed endlessly, and Han Xian smiled lightly.

"Whew~!"

Disorderly.

The wind moved, and the long hair was stirred up, but the slight tenderness of the long hair did make the harmony on his face stiffen, and a trace of anger faintly hit out of his pupils.

Here it comes.

The kind that can't be hidden.

Those who can't hide will come.

"It's so fast~!"

In the world of the two people, the demon spoke, and as a wind chaser, it was indeed praising other speeds, which could only prove that the wind behind him was really fast.

Who's fast?

People know.

"Heh~~!"

Han Xian's face froze, all of them were stuffed into his eyes, smiled, and said, "Ruo'er, you go first, I'll come later." ”

It's the same sentence again.

Same as believe.

This time, Rong Ruo can only believe in an irresistible choice.

"Whew~~!"

The demon was chased by the wind, and rose up to chase the wind in the wind.

The person left behind fell, standing on the vast plain, and the beautiful woman behind him was shadowed, and once again separated, looked at it, and whispered in his heart: 'Wait for me.' ’

Turning his gaze ahead, what he saw was that the wind was galloping, so impatient.

Human-faced gods.

Wind and rain follow the demon.

The demon rode on a horse, and the killing came.

"Whew~!"

Han Xian stood on the ground and stared at them, but the existence among them really didn't look at himself squarely, the eyes of the human-faced god, it looked at the reddish that was rising and falling with the mountains.

Allah flowers.

That's your own glory.

After seeing it once, it was not far away, dreaming of it, and getting it eagerly.

Heart-to-heart, heart-to-heart.

The arm of the human-faced god who wanted to regain his glory moved, and the peach blossom staff was rounded, and suddenly the fragrant wind rose, and the peach blossoms clustered out, growing into a chain, intending to recapture Rong Ruo, who had escaped.

"Boom~~!"

Thunderclap.

The blue sky and the white sun are thundering.

It's terrifying.

The peach blossom chain in the peach blossom forest is interlocking, and the peach blossoms come out, intending to get back their own things, and also referring to killing the lives of people who should not be touched.

Intention?

This intention can be seen in heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth sneered.

You're violating again, and I see you're violating again.

At the moment when the Dao method between the human-faced gods and staff just came out, the bright-colored snakes in the air roared past, bursting their eye sockets, bursting the eyes of the human face gods, and then heard a loud noise.

"Boom~!"

When the head falls.

"Whew~~!"

The wind blew and scorched black.

It's just a little bit of meaning, it's just that I just came out of the peach cane and threw it away, and I'm just emerging, why do you take so much care of me? Are you so sure that my Dao is to smash human beings?

"Whew~!"

One, peach blossom chain.

Resentment is knotted.

"Whew~~!"

One after another, this time it came naturally, this time there was no barrier, one after the other, one after the other, and it was indeed killed into the dirt with an unrivaled momentum.

"Boom~~!"

The peach blossoms between the sticks moved, the soil exploded, the sand flew all over the sky, and there were big pits on the ground.

"Whew~~!"

Breathing hot breath, the horse-faced man stared at Changtian tightly, gritted his teeth and roared: "Why don't you block it, aren't you so nosy, why don't you block it now?"

Roaring sky?

Scolding?

Because it's what sets the rules.

"Whew~~!"

The wind blows, and the moonlight is still moonlight.

The kind that is so clean in Qingbai, but the resentment of the human face god has indeed reached the edge of being uncontrollable, the hot face is pale, and finally he still can't hold back, and he looks up to the sky and roars: "Don't you think you are too much, why are you so partial, can't people kill, what is the reason, she robbed me of something, shouldn't I kill him, shouldn't I take back what belongs to me?"

"It's unfair, it's a natural thing, it's so unfair now, why are you so biased. ”

Growl.

The sound of the clean sky echoed and crashed into the sky.

"Hiss~~!"

The sky overhead.

The bright lines in the soft white of the moonlight cracked, and a trace of strange sky light came out.

Where did this come from?

"Hmph~~!" came from a cold humming place, it actually dared to scold me, it dared to question me, and it dared to roar at the rule-maker.

Don't know who you are?

Don't you know how many pounds and taels you have?

"Small to punish, to set an example. ”

The light of day is out, full of people's eyes, Han Xian has mourned silently, Han Xian has also laughed, who let you chase me hard, isn't it just to rob you of a flower, when the flowers bloom in the next year, I will give you a basket, such a stingy life deserves to be punished by God.

It's none of my business.

Others suffered, not to mention the enemy, so naturally they went with him, and it was best to be killed by a thunderbolt.

Han Xian's seeing, the human-faced god is also seeing, it can be said that its face that has been looking up to the sky must be the first existence to see the light of the sky.

"Whew~!"

Silky light, terrifying breath.

Eye.

As far as I could see, fear struggled in the eyes of the human-faced god, but only for a moment, the fear in it was instantly suppressed into the bottom of the eyes, resentment, anger and resentment on the top of the skull.

"Huh~!"

Historically.

It is not that the human face is not afraid, but that it is angry in its heart, the real thief is at large, and his greatest sufferer is indeed to be punished.

It's not fair.

Those resentful eyes almost breathed fire and howled, it was not fair.

"Ah~!"

Howling, roaring: "It's not fair~!"

"Buzz~!"

The light of the sky is coming, the heaven and the earth are one color, people are fascinated in it, the demon is chaotic, and the people who are fascinated in it do not notice a trace of discomfort in this explosive skylight, but what about the demon?

The sky is like a knife.

The Law of Ling Chi.

Torture.

The flesh is broken against the bone, and the root of the vein is broken.

"Whew~!"

The sky is clear, everything that covers the eyes is gone, and the existence in it appears in front of his eyes again, so what is it that fills his pupils at this moment?

"Pounding, pounding, pounding~~!"

To hear the beating of the heart is to see the heart beating.

Right in front of you.

The red heart hammered in the eyes, but it could be seen, its flesh and blood, the white bones wrapped in a heart so clean, the heart beating so resentful.

See the sky.

The pale skull and head are still visible to the sky, and the human-faced god is still resentful and unyielding, but the mouth is broken and it is difficult to make a sound, but the screams in the heart are indistinct.

It's merciful.

I finally left you a heart.

Anyway, you still have a life, but it's just a broken muscle.