"Hehe~~. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

It's good to be happy.

It's okay to be sad.

Many people, most of them, use a smile to express the color of their face.

At this moment.

Raising his eyes to see the color of the sky, seeing the dark clouds locking the sky, a trace of a smile on his face was revealed, so at this moment, does the smile on this person's face represent joy?

"Hehe~~. ”

The face under the dark clouds, the deep face, and the slightest smile are a little sad and tight, so this should be regarded as a kind of sadness.

"Hey~~. ”

It's really sad and it's really helpless.

Hongchen retreated, and he was indeed in Hongchen.

Sighing color is real helplessness, seeing the sky cloudy, seeing the blood of others in the distance, everything that should come will come, and once his own experience is slowly staged in another person.

"I hope you're better than me. ”

The sigh provokes the wind.

"Whew~~. ”

The wind is flirtatious, and the commotion is hot.

Although the sky was dark under the clouds, in the eyes of Han Xian, everything he saw was not just gloomy, and what was in front of him was the bloody thick of the blood mist.

Introduce the star map blood ocean for your own use.

Although it temporarily makes up for the embarrassment of the deficit of Dao power, this feeling of scorching blood is not something that ordinary people can endure.

But if that's all there is to it.

If you grit your teeth, you can do something extraordinary.

But it's vague.

Hazy in front of me is a damn blur, which should be called an illusion, an illusion of decay and roaring madness, it is roaring madness.

Blood?

Hallucinations of blood knots?

I don't know if Han Xianke remembers that day, I don't know if Han Xianke still remembers a Zen monk?

"Are you going to keep it?"

The language of the day.

I didn't answer the 'blood' that day, but now it's as if everything has come, and after accepting it, the things I don't want to answer have already rushed to the top.

It doesn't need to be answered at all.

It simply didn't bother to answer.

It thinks you accept it, and it comes in a frenzy of excitement.

Excitement meets madness.

This is it shouting that its own embodiment is crazy with him, this madness is the beginning of manipulation, and when it cares about the beginning, it wants to get involved.

"Whew~~. ”

Spit out the breath of blood mist, and let out a low roar in his mouth: "You are delusional." ”

"Haha~~. ”

Arrogant laughter.

It was Hou Qing's face, Ya Gongzi was laughing, he must have heard Han Xian's voice, he must have thought that the word 'delusion' was given to him.

So he laughed.

"Hey~~. ”

Laugh coldly.

Yagongzi's shining face was not stained with a trace of evil, his eyes picked Han Xian, and he whispered in his mouth: "Han Xian, I said that you are dead today." ”

After a deep sound, he was not satisfied, and after making up for it, he shouted: "You are dead." ”

"Hmph~~. ”

The mouth snorted coldly, and his head buzzed in the roar of Yagonge, and the blood rushed to the head in waves, and the blurred shadow in his eyes was chaotic.

Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, the rule of survival through the ages.

"Hey~~. ”

Yakomi laughed again, and he smiled so grimly.

He must have known.

He must have known about himself, and he may have a certain understanding of blood, otherwise he wouldn't have so much nonsense without taking actual action.

Since there is an effect.

Of course, I will enjoy it.

Ya Gongzi's nonsense began again, and said: "Han Xian, do you think I can't kill you like this, I am a god, you are a demon, the filth of your body should be restrained by me, and it should be evaporated by me, hehe~~." ”

Filth?

Restrained?

He must have relied on something, he must have understood.

Did it work?

"Hmph~~. ”

He snorted heavily in his mouth, and roared in his heart: 'Let me know where your dependence is, let me know where your restraint is, and I want to see who vaporizes whom.' ’

Eyes stained with blood.

Ghost.

Face to provoke demons.

Demon.

Han was a ghost or a demon first, his eyes glanced at Ya Gongzi coldly, and he roared in his mouth: "Then let me see, what is the difference between you, a guy who hides his head and tail." ”

After the words stopped, the blood on his body grew.

"Hum~~. ”

The blood-colored Sun Feng Taiji Tu around his body jumped out, and his teeth and claws were opened in the horizontal cover, and he directly hit the Ya Gongzi who was dressed in clean clothes.

The tide hits the reef.

"Heh~~. ”

The wind is light and the clouds are light.

Blood poured down and he smiled.

He smiled and said, "I said it was useless. ”

This is true, this is not true at all, the sun front realm is surrounded by Yakomi, and he has not even touched a corner of his sleeve.

The holy clothes are like immortals.

In the wind, the clothes flutter like a flawless fairy.

In the blood-colored sun, Yagongzi is like a real immortal, the breath of the mortal is not sticky for half an inch, and the breath of blood cannot be relied on at all.

"Hey~~. ”

Yagongzi sneered, his eyes fell on Han Xian's body with disdain, and he whispered mockingly: "See, this is the gap between you and me, between me and you is the distance between the gods and the devil, evil is invincible, you must die today." ”

Evil?

Correct?

God?

Devil?

Who's between whom?

Does Yakoe think that if you wear clean clothes, you can claim to be a god?

That is, he may think so in his pride, holy.

But he wasn't entirely wrong.

'Evil prevails over good. ’

Eternal nature, this is almost the eternal law of heaven and earth.

Yagongzi dared to keep saying that he was a good person, but Han Xian didn't dare, although he tried to keep himself from killing people indiscriminately, he didn't dare to assert that everyone he killed was a bad person.

In that case, then you will fulfill the evil once.

The sun is useless.

And what about fists?

Yakoe wants to talk nonsense, but he doesn't have that leisure and elegance.

"Whew~~. ”

Move, and step out towards Yakomi.

"Hum~~. ”

At the moment when he just stepped out,A cool Haojie's breath immediately swirled around his body,The blood gas released by the blood burning heat suddenly became slightly cold。 His face froze.

"Hehe, is it comfortable?"

This is Yakomi's question.

He asked so proudly, this cool breath was of course his false image.

But if he was really just cool, maybe he really had to thank him, but what can be known is that this is impossible, at the moment when the coolness acts on his body, a silk thread like blood vessels immediately appears around him, what is it?

Filch.

Stealing.

It's a dog can't change to eat.

Although Ya Gongzi has successfully put on the cloak of hypocrisy, his essence of stealing has not yet been reversed.

Of course, he wouldn't think it was stealing.

"Haha, Han Xian, the filth on your body is intolerable, let me purify it for you. ”

He said.

This is purification.

Sounding.

"Heh~~. ”

Han Xian's face was weird, his eyes swept away the bloodshot around him slightly, and he sneered in his mouth: "I'll see how much you can steal." "The words stopped, the eyes were overwhelmed, and the body flew straight up.

"Boom~~. ”

Just behind Han Xian, a blood line was demonic.

After a moment of blinking, the human body had already appeared beside Yakoki.

The two are respectful.

One is holy white.

A bloody demon.

Good and evil are decided at the moment, since ancient times, good and evil are incompatible, and good and evil oath are not separated, not to mention that at this moment, it is still Han Xian and Ya Gongzi.

He stood.

If you arrive, then the fist will also arrive.

The blood-colored arm, blessed by the shadow, accompanied by the withering and glorious method, lit up the blood-colored song of the early sun.

"Boom~~. ”

Fist out.

Finally, under the crushing of Han Xian's fist, the holy smile on Yagongzi's face couldn't be contained, and a trace of gloom suddenly rose, and on his arm, a ball of holy light made light and burst out.

The body is the polar opposite.

Fist is even more so.

Who is strong?

"Bang~~. ”

The sound of bones made too many people who heard it deeply sore, but their eyes were indeed staring like wolves, how could they be distracted at such a wonderful moment.

Keep an eye on your fist.

"Whew~~. ”

Really dogs can't change eating.

Anywhere, any contact, even the touch of this fist did not let go, he was like a quagmire, and his blood was devoured by him.

What the early sun, the shadow, the withered glory.

It collapsed and became invisible without even a single wave.

"Hey~~. ”

The proud god was looking at the calm and deep demon and smiled coldly.

He asked, "Are you comfortable?"

The person who asks is absolutely comfortable, and the person who asks is absolutely happy, because he is the quagmire, and the bottomless pit is also him, and it is he who steals the blood from his body.

Is it laughing too early?

Isn't it time to be happy?

"Haha~~. ”

God sneered, and Han Xianmu, who was in the shape of a demon, swept away Yagongzi's smugness, laughed out loud, and roared: "Since you can swallow it so much, since you like it so much, then take it and let me see how much you can swallow." ”

Guarding an ocean of blood.

Can you drink it?

Hold you to death.

The roar in his mouth was full of blood knots on his face, and on the arm that was stolen, suddenly the blood surged wildly, and the first sun, which had been devoured, was shadowed, and the withered glory immediately reappeared.

"Uh~~. ”

Yakoki's mouth twitched.

His eyes glared instantly, and a round of blood immediately appeared from his pupils, and a trace of pain immediately flowed out of his holy face.

Is that enough?

Surely there is no human greed.

But under the pressure of Han Xian's fist, how could he make Ya Gongzi chew and swallow comfortably, and the blood gushing fist was forcibly plugged, hammering his throat and stuffing it down.

Holy stain.

Yakomi's fists were stained with blood.

This is the beginning of convergence.

"Bang~~. ”

How dare you be greedy, Ya Gongzi's arm quickly shook, and with a few jumps under his feet, he hurriedly dodged Han Xian's dangerous golden mountain.

Staring at him, his eyes like a femme fatale.

"Hey, hey. ”

The eyes are picky, the eyes are cold, and the face is sneering.

Han Xian's expression was too much like an impetuous demon who got carried away for a while.

"Hmph~~. ”

Naturally, some people can't get used to such a look, just in the midst of the eight formations, Gu Jun glanced at Han Xian's demon calendar, and then his eyes fell on Sheng Sushuang's face, stood up and mocked, and whispered in his mouth: "I didn't expect that there would be such a blatant scum in your heavenly heart." ”

He said.

Who's to praise?

Who's going to lose?

Is it to praise Han Xian, or to damage the son of Ya?

Know for yourself.

You know what you say, and you know what you hear.

The same Sheng Su Shuang also knows.

"Hehe~~. ”

Standing next to the Tiance Monument, his ordinary face showed a strange pride, and with a chuckle in his mouth, his eyes couldn't help but move away from the cold Gu Jun's face, swept over the star god and praised the father, and finally fixed on the face of the netherworld twin gods and Yu Lei.

Stare at.

Laughing and staring.

"Hehe~~. ”

Sheng Su laughed in his mouth, but there was no trace of prestige on his face, he nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, there are really a lot of such scum, and such scum can't be killed, what do you say?"

To whom?

Netherworld.

And who's to say?

Netherworld.