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Han Xian's trembling in the flames was because of what he believed?

This is the belief of the eye. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

His eyes were wide, his body was trembling, and his face was trembling, but at this moment, Han Xian's expression of clenching his painful teeth was indeed a chill for eternity.

Look.

Look!

I saw it.

I saw the lowliness.

Han Xian's eyes were cold, and the bones of the gods were all covered on the back of his hands.

That person, the face that should be killed by heaven, the obscene face that snickered in the flames, his eyes were also fixed on Han Xian's face.

It's laughter.

It's not a smile.

There is a trace of sympathy in that obscenity, and the eyes blink from time to time, as if they can't bear it, and everyone in heaven and earth can see that this sympathy is just fake sympathy.

Han Xian's ears heard it.

Han Xian's nose sniffed.

Huo Tribulation's ears could also hear the crackling sound of the flames burning flesh, and the humble nose of Huo Tribulation could also smell the oily stench, and he still didn't have Han Xian, his gaze fell on Han Xian's face.

He's seeing.

What I saw was Han Xian's invisible, what I saw was that Han Xian's skin and flesh were cracking, and what I saw was the smell of oil, so his unbearable color would be so realistic.

"Hmph~~. ”

The cold of the ages is spitting out the cold.

Han Xian's eyes are blind, but he is not blind, the color on Huo Xian's face is clear, do you need sympathy?

No, you don't.

It was never needed.

What is an abomination, this guy in front of him is, this humble guy in front of him is, but such a guy is destined to be unable to hide.

But that doesn't mean there's nothing you can do.

The tremor on his face spread from his body, and at this moment, this tremor made Han Xian's eyes pupils, it was trembling, and it was no longer willing to see.

It's pain.

It really hurts.

Even if Han Xian's will is strong, the fact that what exists is still an iron-beaten existence, and the iron-beaten Han Xian can hold on.

And it is not because of the iron beating.

For the sake of faith.

In the scorching heat of the fire, this belief was shaken, and the abomination of the face in the eyes now gave a subtle reason for this wavering.

His eyes trembled slightly.

This slight squint is the beginning of closing, and this is likely to be the beginning of a collapse, and the will can only be intact and strong, and there is no compromise at all.

And now.

What about Han Xian?

Will he do that?

What could have happened to him, his eyes had all closed, and in an instant, the calm look on his face suddenly became confused and confused.

But these were only for a moment.

An instant followed by a resurgence of absolute strength.

Why?

Could it be because Han Xian rediscovered the conditions for living and being able to live from the moment he closed his eyes?

"Hmph~~. ”

The voice became cold, Han Xian snorted softly in his mouth, and those eyes were still closed, closing them did not sink into the darkness, and it was impossible for those who were in the flames to fall into the darkness.

The eyes are truly seen from the moment they are closed.

What I saw was a miserable world, filled with the breath of foul flesh, a world full of miserable people.

And now.

The miserable death here is the miserable death of Han Xian, because it is the smell of his own flesh and skin to fill this miserable world.

What is it?

It is his body that is in the raging fire and tastes the pain of scorching flesh and skin, and it is his body that is completely attached to the red copper pillar that is about to melt and enjoy the oily smell of cannon branding.

That's yourself.

That's yourself.

This time it's not just the ears that are hearing, the nose is smelling, the eyes are closed, and finally they are not blind, they are seeing.

To open your eyes is to see in your eyes.

And at this moment, this vision is not only my own pain, but also the source of pain, the face, the face, the lowly, and obscene.

It's him.

It's him.

It's the hateful face again, and he's still in his gaze.

But now, there was no trace of sympathy on his face, there was a trace of anger spreading, this was a small man, using tricks to cut off Han Xian's Ning Immortal Road.

And now this deceitful Xiaoxiao is indeed being exposed in a closed gaze.

Anger is not the beginning of anger, he is still enduring it, still using his own humility as a disguise, and said in a low voice: "What's the use of you really finding out?"

"Hmph~~. ”

The body is still experiencing the punishment of cannon burning on the fire frame, but the eternal cold on that face has already pounced on the fire tribulation with cold breath.

Useless?

At this moment, it is really useless to speak, and the chatter of the fire tribulation has not ended, and he heard Han Xian snorting coldly in his ears, and the trace of anger could not be suppressed, and he roared: "Boy, give up, Ning Immortal is not within your reach, you can only be slaughtered on the fire frame." ”

"Really?"

"Hiss~~. ”

The sound trembled, it was Han Xian's closed eyes that had already opened, and his gaze still fell on the back of his hand, and he was still there.

It's just that now he has lost his former sympathy.

What was left was the same inside and outside, and it was the same anger, and he said that Han was slaughtered first, and now the person who was slaughtered was ready to slaughter him.

"Whew~~. ”

The sound of the wind in the slight movement suddenly startled the face of the fire robbery.

This surprise was the beginning of Han Xian's slaughter, and the wisps of blood on his hands suddenly jumped up, forming a heavenly net, and when he imprisoned it, it was indeed too late for the fire robbery to realize that he wanted to run.

The blood thread was chained and directly locked on the back of the hand.

It's its own flesh, and it can't escape. ’

When the blood line successfully locked the fire robbery, the flames on Han Xian's body dissipated minute by minute, and in the dissipation, it was an inhuman form with black skin and flesh.

Those flames really existed, and if it weren't for their own bones being hard enough, I am afraid that under the scorching, even the bones would have been broken.

But the good thing.

At the moment, I am still alive.

But this life is ridiculous, if you face the world with your own honor now, I'm afraid it's better to die, the road to Ning Immortal is on the high platform of the star map, but this is empathy from the inside out.

Honor and disgrace altogether, it is the flesh that destroys the black of the bones.

The way of immortality must be completed.

Only the successful Ning Immortal can he have the courage to continue to live, and this skin can be successfully completed.

Hate is anger.

Now he is full of anger and has nowhere to vent, that guy, this hateful guy in front of him, it is because of him that he will become the ghost he is now.

He was damned.

And now what bothered Han Xian was how to kill him.

Imprisoned by the blood line, he thought that he had become fish and meat, and he could slaughter it as much as he wanted, and he opened his mouth lightly, and said: "You have made me suffer from the flames, and I should let you suffer from it, and I should let you suffer it, and cut it with a knife." ”

"Huh"

The corners of his mouth smirked, and his voice was flat: "Just you?"

The fire robbery was imprisoned, and it could still be rampant, and the two words that came out of its mouth did it think that Han Xian couldn't kill him?

No!

His death is a thing that cannot be changed, his failure in this catastrophe cannot stop Han Xian from advancing the path of condensing immortals, failure is death, it is justified.

His rampant still thought that Han Xian could not hope to reach the realm of Ning Immortal.

His own fire tribulation, the same as the previous wind tribulation, is just an appetizer for Ning Xianxiong Pass, and there is still an endless long road behind, ask Han Xian how far can he go?

"I don't need you to care. ”

Han Xian bit in his mouth, and the blood line that imprisoned the fire tribulation danced in a chaotic manner, and the rapid shuttle further squeezed the already small space.

It's a slow and leisurely devouring.

Let Huo Zheng witness the slightest reduction in living space, this is a desperate process, this is Han Xian's revenge, it uses cunning means to make himself not know the arrival of death, then he let him personally realize that death is approaching step by step.

It's slow and it's fast.

The shuttle of the blood line had sealed all the space, and only the small body range of the Fire Tribulation remained, and now, after cutting the air for so long, Han Xian finally decided to drop the head-killing knife on the body of the Fire Tribulation.

"Hiss~~. ”

Blood lines surge through the roof of the skull.

The death of the fire tribulation came.

Han Xian's eyes widened, because he didn't want to let go of every detail of the death of a reluctant and despicable person.

No, it's 'hope.' ’

But too often, Hope was disappointed like a shadow, and in Han Xian's gaze, the blood line was accurately nailed to the top of the fire tribulation's head.

But with just one blow, his body suddenly exploded into ashes.

When the fire turned to ashes, it was a mockery that sounded in the ears of Han Xian once, and said, "Hehe, I won't play with you anymore, I hope your luck has always been so good." ”

"Hmph~~. ”

Han Xian snorted lightly in his mouth, he was angry.

How can he not be angry, his eyes are open to see the panic of the fire robbery death, and now he really realizes that what he sees is only a mockery with the cooperation of this reluctant person.

Han Xian gritted his teeth and said, "Luck, luck is that you should beg not to meet me next time." ”

The eyes were dark and dark, and the fire that had been reduced to ashes could not be heard.

"Let's come along. ”

"Boom~~. ”

Han Xian looked at the sky and roared, and his pride exploded in one time.

It came so fast.

It came so suddenly.

But in this roar, in the midst of the darkness, a bright light flashed, and this flash directly smashed on Han Xian's body.

The outside is scorched.

The inside is also scorched.

This Jiao is the sluggishness of the smoke in Han Xian's mouth, it was the advent of the roaring Condensing Immortal Tribulation, and this calamity came so fast that it almost smashed Han Xian.

"Heh~~. ”

Uncanny.

, Han Xian's face that was scorched black into white bones actually crawled out of a strange smile, and in this smile, everything in front of him was changing.

It used to be a place of darkness and only light under your feet.

And now, in the clouds and mist, he is standing in the empty field.

This field is flat and terrible, and it is like an absolute target that should be struck by lightning.

It doesn't matter where you are, what matters is how you survive the thunderstorm, and at this moment, the top of your head is faintly ringing again.

"Whew~~. ”

When he raised his gaze, he pointed straight to the sky, and what he saw was the lightning shining in the dark clouds, and now, in the dark dark clouds, the electric light was slowly converging towards the center.

That is, of course, brewing a thunderbolt.

"Hmph, will I give you this chance?"

Han Xian snorted coldly in his mouth, the blood light on his body flashed dimly, and his body suddenly jumped away like a sharp spear pointed directly at the dark clouds that were brewing thunder.

Opportunity.

Who gave it to whom?

"Boom~~. ”

Honest people are lying on the ground honestly, and dishonest people are jumping around, but under the suppression of high pressure, they are obedient and obedient to the ground, and they stick to the ground honestly.

He's got to get here.