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This is not an exaggeration.

This is a matter of course.

In the star map, the ocean of blood is turbulent, wave after wave, their turbulence is not without room for magnification, under the surge, a little white light emerges around them.

The light is white.

But this white is no different from the black of the past.

Among them is the unexplored space, and this space is the direction in which Han Xian will move forward in the future.

The star map is a blood-colored ocean, but any pair of eyes can find the shortcomings, this ocean should be missing something, this world has oceans, but this world does not have land.

Not an inch of soil.

This is incomplete.

This incompleteness is where Han Xian's soul has not landed, although the ocean of blood is vast, no one wants to go with the flow on the sea.

Seek a place to live.

With blood in my heart.

People don't ask for words, and this word should be a war word.

Yicheng, the blood of the star map was immediately agitated, and in an instant, Han Xian's body exploded with terrifying changes, and the blood in a pair of pupils shot out like a searchlight.

Up and down the body, every lip pore is a little red.

Like a demon.

The body is almost a demon, and the demon knife in his hand is doubly enjoying such a moment, and the simple pattern on the knife body flashes with different colors.

But this flicker is not ingestion.

This flash was precisely the air flow in the knife that rushed to Han Xian's body.

There, it was the hot oil on the fire, and the anger on the knife was like adding firewood to the bottom of the pot, and the fire was more vigorous, and the hot oil in the pot was even more jubilant.

It's only the first dynasty.

His eyes were bloody, and Han Xian, who was stained with blood, should ask himself, 'I can't keep it.' ’

Can't hold it?

Under the heat of the hot blood caused by the anger, did it collapse?

No.

Although his eyes were red, Han Xian's body was still standing steadily, the knife in his hand was tightly gripped, and the person was still the owner of the knife, and it would be the same from beginning to end.

This is what Han Xian thinks, and there are still some eyes watching.

'He's in a dangerous state. ”

"Hmm~~. ”

"Hehe, you're going to look at it like this?"

"Is there any good way you can't do it?"

Asking is a rhetorical question, in this rhetorical question, everyone understands that the current self may be able to help Han Xian get through the present, but Han Xian, who has always held the demon knife, will definitely have today's repetition in the future.

This repetition is destined to be much stronger than it is today, but then?

'I'll watch!'

At this moment, these people who spoke said loudly: "I will watch," because by that time, they are already powerless.

Everything can only be done on your own.

This is the law of iron.

Those who are against heaven cannot change these either.

The eyes bloomed with blood, and the gaze was covered with the Daoji Lotus that filled itself with blood, where the blood came from, but at this moment it was still holy and unstained with a trace of dust.

Look.

Han Xian watched calmly in the jubilation of blood in his chest.

That's what you pay.

That's what you burn everything and get it back.

But in this look, Han Xian really didn't dare to move.

The heart should be very clear, one step will be the beginning of the burst, even a little trembling, the blood volcano in his chest will instantly drown itself.

Looking?

Does it work to look like this?

Useful!

Really useful.

Because it was not only Han Xian who was looking at it with its eyes, if Daoji Holy Lotus had eyes, then its gaze must have fallen on Han Xian's body at this moment.

It sensed the volcanic blood on Han Xian's body that was about to burst.

Dowkey.

It was cast by Han Xian.

Holy Lotus.

It is also derived from Han Xian.

Life is one, and only when it is integrated will perfection be put to the maximum.

"Whew~~. ”

The wind moved, Han Xian's hot body suddenly cooled slightly, this coolness is not the natural coldness of the air, this coolness is given by the Daoji Holy Lotus that he has forged with all his efforts.

Dao Lotus Scattered Flower Fen.

The wisps of fragrance fell on Han Xian's body.

"Hehe~~. ”

Yan Jianxiao.

Han Xian's face gradually rose with a knowing smile, and in the testimony of the smile, the Dao Lian he saw was slowly leaning towards him on his own.

The wind is windy.

Cool breeze.

Under the soothing of Dao Lian's holiness, Han Xian's hot blood retreated a minute, and the blood ocean was calm, but Dao Lian's little bit of fragrance did not stop there.

Dots.

It's dotted.

It is a little bit of light that is substantial.

From Han Xian's pores, it should penetrate in.

This lotus is forged by itself with everything, so now it is laying a deep foundation for the terrible things that are to come in the future.

The point of light is in the point of light.

This little bit of light disappeared from the front of the eyes, and then lit up again in the star chart.

Its appearance is the quiet sea of star map blood, just in the middle of the boundless blood, a lotus is deriving, blooming in gorgeous colors.

All the Ming in front of him disappeared, and the Star Map Dao Lotus was completely condensed.

"Hum~~. ”

At the moment of solidification.

Han Xian's body trembled slightly, and this tremor was not only for the body, but also for Qidi, just like a giant mountain falling smoothly on the ground.

Not the same.

Not mountains.

It's the continent.

It is a continent derived from the Han Xianxing map.

The holy lotus evolved into land the moment the star map was solidified, and this is the only place in the star map world that is not stained with blood, it is floating in the air.

This land is a small island.

Blood with saints.

Co-existing Star Chart.

These are two extremes.

Above is the color of absolute holiness, and below is the filth of blood.

The holiness of the island is the frenzied aura that explodes when the blood surges all the time, Han Xian is smart, and this cleverness is absolutely ruthless.

Why?

It is a perfect choice to build an island with Dao Lian, but to calm the surge of blood with the holiness of Dao is indeed like throwing one's own life completely under the sword of death.

The same body.

If one day, the aura of the blood ocean explodes, then the holy island above will be directly washed into slag, which is fate.

The island was shattered, and it was Han Xian's life.

Why?

Because there are so many precious things stored on this island, this is the soil, and in the middle of this soil, a leaf emerges and grows into a tree in the sky.

This time, the tree is not lonely, and the island is full of grass.

Just above their heads is doing Samsung Qiming, the once paid is reappeared, and now the appearance is many times stronger than before.

"Hehe~~. ”

People are under trees.

The man was standing on the edge of the water, smiling endlessly, and said softly, "Is this perfection?"

Is it perfect?

Some tiny.

The tininess of the existence of the star map is a flaw, but this tininess is directly ignored in front of Han Xian, the creator, and there is no doubt that Han Xian's heart already thinks that this is perfection.

This perfection will definitely carry everything in the future.

"Huhu~~. ”

The wind is happy, it is celebrating Han Xian's joy, starting from the Condensing Immortal Blood Casting Platform, and now achieving the perfection of Condensing Immortal, it seems that a long time has passed.

But this long time, when it fell on Han Xian's heart at this moment, it was indeed like a blink of an eye.

The waves surged, the light drew the light, and everything was calm.

But there's a lot of people here.

The calmness of all this is like abandoning Han Xian alone in the wilderness, in the wind howling, the human face is smiling, and he is forced to be happy.

But why is this smile so lonely?

The world is empty.

It is the body that carries Han Xian and is empty.

Here and here.

Right here, the smile on Han Xian's face fell little by little in the joy of the wind, and an abrupt trace of ruthlessness forcibly climbed up to his face.

"Huh~~. ”

See tooth tremors.

Seeing the words, he was talking to himself, and said, "Knife, am I qualified to bring it back now?"

Asked is once asked.

The heart knot was the heart knot that used to be, and the demon knife in his hand had answered this question, and now it was speechless to completely surrender to Han Xian's will.

This silence is indeed saying, 'Fight together.'" ’

War?

Why did Han Xian ask?

This question is precisely because of the word 'war', in any place in the world, in a corner, there is no fear of this Han Xian, but the word 'any' must not be included there.

There can't be a sword there.

There is its own calm, but it is indeed stained with too much blood.

It's too easy for this body of blood to contaminate that place.

When he was in the wind, he was afraid that he would not be able to protect that place, so he desperately wanted to achieve Ning Xian, and he succeeded.

But successful people are still afraid.

This fear has been passed down through the ages, but it is so simple to leave from that place in fear that your current success will not be able to carry the holiness of going to that place.

Tears flowed away.

But even if I dry my tears and blood at this moment, I still can't go back.

Their own chips are intensifying, but it is conceivable that their enemies are also intensifying.

I used to be afraid, but now I am still the same, it is my body that has become stronger, it is not my heart, and my heart is still in the corner of timidity and cannot get out.

"Hey~~. ”

Sigh.

In the sigh, Han Xian's face was forcibly smeared with a look of Xiao Suo, his head was lowered, and he said softly: "It's time to leave." ”

It's time to leave.

That is, to leave, then you can't hang your head, and to leave from the ground of enlightenment, when you want to understand it as a kind of beginning, this is the beginning of singing.

"Hmph~~~. ”

Han Xian snorted lightly in his mouth, and the color of Xiao Suo on his face was completely shaken, and the pride of pride was immediately smeared on his face, and his head was raised and his eyes were facing forward.

Sei is so confused.

"Uh~~. ”

Shocked!

Mouth pumping!

Dumbfounded!

Han Xian was stunned and on the spot, with deep disbelief written on his face, and almost whispered in his mouth: "What is that?"

What is that?

This is not the first time Han Xian has seen what it is, once upon a time, he was fortunate to be able to see its color in the gap between time and space.

What is that?

There is a coincidence of the ascension of chickens and dogs.

This should be a grand gift from Heaven to Han Xian to achieve condensing immortals.

That's the spiritual path of Tianhua,

It is the supreme treasure derived from Han Xian's condensation and gathering the aura of the world, just like then, it is a black and white very eye-catching hanging on the branches.

In Weishan 10,000 years ago.

Lingdao Tianhua is full of pimples.

But now at the beginning, the fruit hanging on the big tree is as warm as jade, and there is no trace of collapse, which is more than several times better than that of Weishan.

One black and one white.

Tai Chi Twins.

One life is one death.

What drew Han Xian's attention?

The eyes are like a torch staring at Heihua tightly, which means that this death, this is Han Xian's choice, the choice is endless power, live by yourself, and die by others.

If you don't survive, you will survive better.

Able to laugh out loud when fighting a rampant laugh.