Thin.

How light and thin the fog is in the air.

The light fog rises one by one, and the sky is cloudy, and after they have experienced the wind and rain, after the baptism of the sun, they have deformed, and they have sublimated into clouds.

Piece by piece.

Clusters.

Ever changing.

I don't know, I don't understand, is it because I am tired of my current form, so I will come to knead it to change my current appearance, or if it is fickle by nature.

A small breeze, a fine knife cut, such as a show brush careful, cautious, a little hook.

'Hehehe~, is it pretty?'

"Whew~!"

It's beautiful, but the wind is rising, and I don't seem to be satisfied with the present.

It seems to be addicted to change, so that when the benevolent heart is crazy, he tries everything to achieve what he wants, calling the wind, the wind coming, and loving the beauty of the cloud and calling the wind knife.

Beauty.

Beauty is loved in the world, and so is the wind.

The wind came immediately.

"Boom~!"

Explosion, all kinds of beauty, all kinds of postures, all kinds of strangeness, all kinds of kneading.

Graceful and gorgeous.

Scratching your head and posing, how explicit.

But how many people can see this beautiful change in the sky, and how many demons can look up?

'Heh~!'

The wind worked so hard, and the clouds were so showy, but there was really no one who raised their heads for it, even if there were tens of thousands of demons, there was not a pair of eyes to stay for them.

Because man knows that its beauty is false, because the demon knows that it is beautiful because of man.

Now.

It is certain that whether it is a human or a demon, the reason why their eyes do not float into the air to see the clouds is because their gaze is drawn by the words in front of them.

What is a cloud in the sky?

Everything that changed there was because of the breath of the man in front of him.

"Whew~!"

Who is in front of you?

Han Xian.

All the people, all the demons, their eyes are all abandoned by the beautiful colorful clouds, and completely converge on such an ordinary person, this person's appearance may be defined as mediocre.

Who is this person?

There is a person under the city, this person can only be Han Xian, his face is very popular, although he is very confident, but I have to say that the beautiful Rong Ruo can take a fancy to him and make a lot of determination.

Look at the face?

At the moment, the focus is on temperament, looking at the face failure, of course, you can only look at the temperament, now on his body, the vast and ethereal like a fairy, with this is indeed more magical than too many amazing beautiful men.

Have you ever felt the height of heaven and earth?

Just in the body of the gaze, there, the sky is high, the earth is vast, he seems to have become a part of the heaven and the earth.

How tall is the heaven and the earth?

The husband is born in the world, and he is naturally tall.

Although his body is still the size of an ordinary person, any pair of eyes falling on his body seem to be looking up at a giant, standing up to the sky and the earth.

Admire.

"Whew~!"

The dragon god took a breath of cold air and exhaled a mouthful of turbidity, seeing that Han Xian was so demonic, its face was no longer as calm as it was just now, and it was full of gloom.

The ice is as cold as water.

"Hmph~!"

The dragon god snorted coldly, glanced at the head of the capital city, and said: "Human beings are human beings, your minds are really hard to guess, your brains are really good." ”

Compliments?

"Hehe~!"

It was like hearing.

In this regard, Ya Jue Li's face was full of smug smiles, this color and this face were like a treacherous and cunning scheming, and he wanted to laugh out loud, but in the end, he laughed lightly and quietly, and in the darkness, he carefully glanced at Rong Ruo from the corner of his eye, and said: "Han Xian Xiaoyou is worthy of being the first person in the Divine Court, this means, this ability to surpass us in the future must be as simple as eating and drinking." ”

Praise.

Did Rong Ruo hear me?

Cold.

Hearing it, Rong Ruo was indeed a grim smile without a trace of it, as if he didn't care, and even better he didn't seem to care.

But the voice of Ya Jueli fell on Tu Qing's ears was really different, her eyes glanced at the city, and then glanced at the sky, so shy.

'Hehe~!'

When the hero saves the beauty, Fang Xin secretly promises.

When the hero saved the United States, Han Xian was in trouble.

What now.

What is Han Xian's upper body now, of course it will be tall between the man's body and heaven and earth, but this tallness is more often internal, and it is difficult for others to perceive it, but now?

What you see with both eyes.

Men, men who have fascinated thousands of girls.

Stunned, a man who fills his pupils.

"Whew~!"

Han Xian.

Undoubtedly, with his slightly dark face, of course, he could not charm the girl and stun the man, it all started from his hand, which held the magic.

The magic that has been passed down from ancient legends to the present day.

The 'square' ravines on the palm of the hand are vertical and horizontal.

This miracle may be a huge pit for the future, and people seem to be hesitant to jump into it on the edge, and these gloomy faces seem to know it at the moment.

But this is now.

This miraculous legend is like a strong medicine, swallowing it, it seems that he is about to become the only one of heaven and earth, the master of the world, will he hesitate?

"Hey~!"

Sighing, looking sad.

Trouble, I've always been in trouble, I hope that the things in my hands can solve the current crisis, and I hope that the things in my hands can help me sweep away the demon clan.

My heart is broken, even if it is a pit, I jump down, I should see how deep this pit is.

The heart is moving.

Dao power poured in, magic was ignited, and waves of light were like a tsunami.

"Buzz~!"

Suddenly, starting from Han Xian's feet, it was like a surge and swallowed in all directions, the sky was shocked, and the magical Pangu array disk in his hand was like a bright moon rising in the sky and floating in front of him, shining around, locking his own uniqueness around.

Shine on yourself.

"Whew~!"

It sparkled like the moon in the sky, but it was much more domineering than the moon, and the surrounding area was full of majestic breath.

into a pale moon.

There should be stars and moons.

"Whew~!"

At four o'clock, floating around the array is a star the size of a four-point fingernail.

Heaven and earth are yellow, gold, wood, water and soil.

Tianjing, earth good, Xuanqing, yellow thick.

"Whew!"

As soon as Huang Hou moved, he gathered towards this array, and it was the earth that he stepped on to carry himself with his virtue and carry the creatures in the world.

That day is magical, that day is legendary.

The great god Pangu opened the world to achieve thousands of worlds, he sacrificed himself with supreme virtue, and used his body to achieve this rich land.

It's legend.

The legendary Pangu is a selfless selfless self-sacrificing person, but now the Pangu array in front of Han Xian does not have a good inheritance of the virtues of the great god.

Huang Houin.

At the moment of influx, his body suddenly shook, and he was shrouded in a vague phantom in the haze, God, as if it was the upper body of Pangu, the first great god of ancient times.

What is he doing now?

Come and inspect his land of flesh and blood?

Come and receive people's admiration?

It doesn't seem to be, maybe it's even more not, anyone in the haze can detect the coldness of his face, the ancient antiquity, the sky can't know how far away this ancient is, after all, even the sky and the earth were created by Pangu, this world is his body, and now he is coming back to get back what belongs to him.

"Boom~!"

Huang Hou entered the formation plate without any movement, but under Han Xian's feet, there was indeed an earth-shaking movement, the earth was demonic, and the earthy yellow aura rushed up to the sky, drowning himself in the blink of an eye.

The loess dances and is condensed.

Molding.

Giants, the giants who really stand up to the sky and the earth, are in the place where Han Xian stood, and the living people disappeared, and there were indeed a bunch of statues erected, solidified giants.

This statue can't see the existence of the face, because it is too tall, and the legs are the pillars that support the sky.

The body is being created, this body has been carved, the body exists, and anyone in the world should understand that a living existence must have blood in the body.

Flesh and blood.

Flesh is like bloodless.

The body is a zombie, and if it is stiff, it is death, and death is useless, so where is the blood of the Pangu god of this magical legend at this moment?

Everything is ready to go.

All the people who dig the pit have already been arranged.

"Whew~!"

The goodness is like water, the god of Pangu uses blood as the flowing river, and now those silver exercises that are rushing and jumping on the earth are his dedication at that time, and now that he is back, of course he should take back what belongs to him.

Wet.

into condensed beads.

The air is clear and white, drop by drop, so pure.

Inflow, influx.

"Wow~~!"

The sound in the air, this is like the sound of a big river rushing, but there is no river here, there is only a body up to the sky here, where is the sound of the water flowing?

O body, his body is rattling, and the sound of blood echoing in his meridians is the rushing of the river.

Alive?

Is the magic back?

The body that doesn't move is still the body that doesn't move, the blood is rushing in the body, but this body is still as heavy as a mountain, and it can't move a bit.

What's missing?

Bear.

What's the use of a bloody lifeless, what's the use of a pool of stagnant water shaking in the wind.

Missing a direction, and even more lacking a heart.

"Pound~!"

The sound of beating, chiseling the air, the mighty vitality crushed the ten directions, Xuanqing jumped, and after blinking an eye, he disappeared into the array, and in the next moment of trance, the array disk that gave birth to magic disappeared.

"Pounding, pounding, pounding~~!"

The sound of beating, the chisel of the heart, a high sound.

Where did the array disappear?

Where does the beating heart come from/Where is the human heart hiding?

Of course, it's the chest, and the heartbeat of the chiseling air at this moment is of course coming from the chest of the Pangu God who is trying to get it back.

Heart.

Where the array disk is, disappearing is where it appears.

At the moment, are you alive?

"Buzz~!"

The searchlight startled the light of heaven and earth, and the eyes of this body that stood on top of the sky and the earth were as bright as the sun and the moon as soon as they opened, shining on the demon's body, as if they were about to melt it through.

"Hey~~!"

Laughing, the giant of heaven and earth was laughing, and he looked at the demon clan sneering.

Standing tall, looking far, short, when the human body is in the body, watching the demon clan spread seems to be linked to the end of the sky, but now it seems that it is not very much, as long as he raises his legs a few times, these ants on the ground will be crushed into powder by themselves and absolutely clean.

So step on it?

"Hey~~!"

Just laughing, like a stupid big one, this stupid big man forgot to step on it.

Why stupid?

It's not over yet, the heaven and earth Xuanhuang, the gold, the wood, the water and the soil, the yellow thick, the earth, and the Xuanqing have all been melted, and there is also the heavenly crystal in front of you.

The eyes are staring, and the sun and the moon converge on it.

"Whew~!"

A little bit of the fingernail cover, in the eyes of the giant, it is a piece of sand, so small that it is negligible, but in the gaze of the sun and the moon, this sand is deformed and sublimated.

Golden.

Heavy mountain.

Sharp edges.

Big axe.

It's hard to imagine that such a tall and huge sharp axe is reborn from such an extremely tiny piece of sand in front of you, but this is true, the axe that once accompanied the magic of the world is lying quietly in front of the giant.

Hold it.

Kill all injustices.

Destroy all troubles.

That's what the eyes and heads think.

You think, this is what you people who are watching, who am I?

I'm Han Xian.

Who is this giant? This giant is not me, how do I know who he is, what is in front of me? There is his weapon in front of me, and it is not mine, why should I hold it.

Who am I?

I'm Han Xian.

I have a sincere passion.