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Han Xian's words, that array of spirits would definitely not feel anything to be angry about, because his eyes and his heart had been impressed by Han Xian's excellence.

But this is what happened to Shi Mo's ears, because what Han Xian had in his hands was exactly what Shi Mo wanted, but as Han Xian said, he was timid and didn't dare to take it.

And does Shi Mo have this ability, after all, it is a god who can rival Ning Xian in the realm of ascending to the wind and looking at the immortals, and he already has a formation of spirits on his side, but he really doesn't dare to give it a go for the opportunity in front of him, maybe Shi Mo's thorough heart is very clear about the existence of the price, and it is not someone else's life that fights, but it is indeed his own life that may be lost.

At this moment, Han Xian was waiting, because he was unable to stand up, and he was even more unable to withdraw from the battlefield with Guan Hanning, maybe he was waiting for a miracle, but more likely he was waiting for that spirit to harvest his soul?

Of course, this kind of obsessive wait will not be too long.

The night must have a lot of dreams, and the uncertain face of Shi Mo at the head of Shangwu City seemed to be urging him to solve it quickly, and at this moment, the face of the array spirit was full of piety.

"Buzz"

The ethereal sound of the sacrifice resounded leisurely in the air, and the crystal sky that had been paused was like a butterfly in a flower at this moment, dancing up and down, but none of them were contaminated with dust.

Just as the sacrificial text sounded, the eyes of the woman beside Shi Mo froze, and a faint film shrouded Shangwu City, and the film was as sparkling as the water surface being slapped by raindrops in the sacrificial sound.

Of course, Shi Mo's face is not good-looking, because his gloomy face is sure that he is the real loser in this battle, Zhong Yuan's fall is more than one mention compared to the loss of the Supreme Treasure, and what is even more odious is that the severed Yin Bone is actually reborn through the bone, and all this, he just watched it.

did not do anything, the sacrificial text was a loud slap in the face, that is, it hit the face, and even more in the heart, because all this was a wedding dress that he had painstakingly made.

And in the end, it is really just the achievement of others, and this hatred and pain can only be swallowed in a muffled stomach.

Shi Mo had the blessing of the Shangwu Array Spirit, while Han Xian and Guan Han would rather not be so lucky, those dancing crystal snow were centered on Han Xian, and the sacrificial sound of the Dry Distance Array Spirit broke into Han Xian's ears through them.

The pain of the scythe piercing into his abdomen and the burning pain of the palm print in front of his heart, Han Xian's soul was already shaky, and the dim villain trembled with the weak Dao Miao in his arms.

And the original star beans were bright, but they were also dim.

The mind is heavy, the eyes are much more tired than the spine, and I want to close it very much, but Han Xian doesn't dare, and the tiredness in my ears does urge again and again, and finally the eyes blink slightly, but the moment I close it, my eyes open again, and it is obvious that Han Xian's heart can still try to maintain a point of thoroughness.

But for all this, the Dry Distance Array Spirit is not in a hurry, the blink of his eyes is the beginning for him, and if he blinks once, then the next time is destined to not be far away.

Sure enough, the array spirit who knew people's hearts was not bad, Han Xian's mind was full of sleepiness, and his eyes blinked and closed again, but Han Xian's heart still let him forcibly open it.

That excellent heart has not forgotten what this place is, and sleeping in the ice and snow is eternal rest.

If it is really rest, then Han Xian may still be lucky, but being sacrificed into a yin bone is destined to be tortured through the ages, and the soul will always struggle and give up and be strong.

At this moment, Han Xian can be described as physically exhausted, and the lullaby-like soul-hooking sound guides Han Xian step by step towards sleep.

And because of the bitter exhaustion, Han Xian forgot that he still had an excellent heart, and even more because of fatigue, Han Xian forgot that he had a strong backbone.

In the eyes of the Dry Distance Array Spirit, Han Xian's eyes were successfully closed again, and a look of joy bloomed on his face, and his gaze never left Han Xian's face.

As soon as his heart was relieved, he succeeded, Han Xian's eyebrows moved slightly, and his eyes opened a little, but the light of this world could not give Han Xian the courage to break through his exhaustion.

Han Xian fell into a deep sleep completely.

The Dry Distance Array Spirit was already overjoyed, and the pious color on his face was even more grand, and his hands were slowly sealed on his chest, and the snow crystal that originally danced around Han Xian was dyed with a layer of black.

Maybe that's what they are.

"Huhu~~"

The world, which was originally quite clear, was immediately swept by the black wind, and the ghost cry resounded through Hengyu, and the light on the top of Shangwu's protective array was great, blocking the lonely soul and wild ghost summoned by the spirit of the dry distance array.

The flies chased the flesh, and the black spots floating in the air were the rebirth opportunities in the eyes of the wild ghosts and lonely spirits, and the fine snow spots were swallowed up in an instant.

Are they satisfied?

Of course, satisfied, the ghost floating alone wanted to meet the embrace of the soul again, and the wandering shadow scattered in all directions.

There was a trace of ruthlessness on the face of the Gan Distance Array Spirit, and he said in a low voice: "When you are full, you want to leave, take people's money and eliminate disasters with people, what I want is your resentment." ”

The ritual text of summoning ghosts suddenly changed, and the air suddenly exploded with a crying color, they are already ghosts, how can they spare their lives, they know the source of all this.

They opened their claws one after another, revealing their white teeth and surging into the air.

The face of the proud array spirit was already densely covered, and he said softly: "What I want is your gathering" The chest in his hand was lightly shaken, and a sacrificial text rushed into his mouth quickly.

A white firelight above the palm of his hand lit up, and the gaze of the array spirit fell on the white fire, which was full of eagerness that was about to overflow, this was his hope for turning the tables.

When the white light lit up, all the ghosts that pounced on the array spirit were stunned in the air.

The wind was swaying, and a thick black glow appeared in the eyes of the howling ghosts, and a gurgling sound of tooth acid immediately sounded in the air, and the white fire in the hands of the array spirit was already fluttering, and the leisurely and swaying Korean came first.

And the ghost shadow in the sky was his guard, closely reunited around the white fire, tearing his teeth and cracking his mouth towards the sleeping Han Xian.

At this moment, Han Xianding in his dream didn't feel that he was on the battlefield of Shangwu, and he who slept so sweetly must have thought that he was still the boy of Yunshan.

The warm spring day, the warm sunshine, the jubilant mountain breeze, the little shadow under the tree is leisurely is Han Xian, the wind blows the leaves, although it is spring, there are always a few leaves to avoid the autumn yellow, but also to escape the bitter cold of winter, and successfully see the spring of the next year.

A hint of joy slipped across his comfortable face, and the hand that rested his head grabbed the dead leaves that fell from the sky.

Although Han Xian was tired and asleep, but among his Dao seedlings, he was a thing that lived through the heavens and the earth, and the 'Demon Knife' could accept Han Xian's death no matter what method, but it must not be able to accept being sacrificed and refined into a puppet.

When the young man in the dream grabbed the yellow leaf with his smiling hand, the real Han Xian's arm holding the core of the Yin Bone in the battlefield swung out autonomously and smashed on the white flames.

This sudden change made Shi Mo really surprised, and what surprised him was that Han Xian actually pretended to be asleep, but the expression of the Dry Distance Array Spirit did not change much, and that face was still burning with excitement.

"Hehe, it's too late to wake up to that. His eyes were much more thorough than Shi Mo's.

The struggle of the 'demon knife' is Han Xian's struggle, the dream was shattered when the arm was swung out, it turned out that he was still on this battlefield, but I have to say that the 'demon knife' is still too underestimated the product of this era, the white flame is not extinguished under the fist, but when it touches, it is immediately attached to the fist, and when it burns violently, it is indeed a black flame like a yin bone.

Just once, the pain of black burning was still fresh in my heart, and at this time, my arm was engulfed by black fire, and the pain should have been worse.

The black flames engulfed not only Han Xian's arms, but his entire torso, the flames spread along the arms towards Han Xian's body, and the ghosts guarding the flames surrounded Han Xian's whole body, was this the intentional help of the Dry Distance Array Spirit? The black flames burned all over the body, already making those hungry ghosts unable to speak.

But one by one, they had already lost their hearts, and they were already desperate to devour the black flames, as if the flames in their eyes were also part of Han Xian, and swallowing them was also a great supplement.

Pride like the 'Demon Knife' must be very angry, his own shot actually had no effect, and he did not change Han Xian's fate of being sacrificed into a walking corpse, and now this qi has to be swallowed even if the 'Demon Knife' can't swallow it.

Because he was already weak, he fell into a deep sleep again after struggling, and he was relieved to sleep but he saw Han Xian's fate clearly, you must know that Han Xian can squeeze himself and struggle, and he will fall asleep so quickly every time.

Who can say that the slumber of the 'Demon Knife' is not at ease, he is not Shi Mo, nor Zhong Yuan, he has seen too many things, and the 'Demon Knife' is very clear about their understanding.

The face of the Dry Distance Array Spirit showed the color of dawn, and he whispered in his heart: As long as these lonely ghosts are fed, Han Xian's flesh and blood will be gnawed away by then, and the **** in his hand will make him the next generation of Yin Bones.

There are many monks and little meat, Han Xian's body is so big, and there are so many lonely souls and wild ghosts, and there are many, many more that can't be eaten, and in their eyes, Han Ning's body is also delicious.

It was like a locust covering Guan Hanning's body in an instant, and even the bright light in his hand was submerged in it.

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