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The huge stele is cold, and Han Xian's eyes and Han Xian's face are definitely the same cold compared to it, Han Xian, who once vowed to dig Heqing out of the grave, did fall into the deep pit he excavated carefully at this moment.

When he knew that he was really dead, the vows he had made were truly terrifying speechless.

A lonely smile flashed on Han Xian's face.

Maybe he already understands at this moment, after all, the world in the dream is a distant past, and the reality has passed thousands of years, and the people of 10,000 years ago are only a wisp of remnants in this world at most.

His eyes fell on the red line that emitted red light in his hand, and he said stupidly and weakly: "Sister line, do you really want to see him?"

The light of the red line is still bright and unchanged, and it is still cold, whether you want to or not, only the red line itself knows best, Han Xian can only guess.

Wandering in the lonely and cold burial forest for ten thousand years, hasn't that heart been assimilated by that lonely coldness, and hasn't the obsession of wandering that heart in the loneliness and loneliness for ten thousand years been wiped out?

Perhaps, like Han Xian, Hongxian is also an idiot.

The only difference is that the idiot of the red line is extraordinarily strong, but it is certain that her heart must have died, but her heart is indeed immortal, even if it is a soul, she wants to see it.

And I am convinced that there will be a time to meet.

And is all this a godsend coincidence? Han Xian found his unique aura on the talisman seal he carried.

All the memories are pouring in like a tide, it turns out that his heart has never been cold, and his heart has never been calm with him.

It is not a blessing to be able to stand in front of his monument today, which shows that he is closer to him, so close that he has found his unique breath in this cold air.

But the red line still didn't cut the fear in his heart, and only dared to emit a cold red light to illuminate Han Xian's future, and he couldn't see his direction clearly.

The lonely Han Xian, the stupid Han Xian ever understood?

Han Xian must have understood the ethereal thing, but alone, he will not be able to taste the bitterness and bitterness in it, so he can only think and hope for it foolishly.

"Hey~~"

Han Xian looked at the red light in his hand and sighed softly, he was used to the red line's silence, but the silence at this moment really meant that she had to see him.

Han Xian's brows furrowed deeply, and he looked at the hill-like tomb with a sad face.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he sighed lowly: "Is it really impossible to dig a grave?"

In the end, it is still a person who believes in the cycle of cause and effect, digging people's graves and cutting off people's roots, this is a capital crime that kills heaven and earth.

But a trace of cruelty did still spread on Han Xian's face, and he said viciously in his heart: "Those who are unfortunate will have a catastrophe in their fate, and the grave will be dug open, and I, Han Xian, will wear heaven and do justice to relieve the hatred of the red line that has been thinking hard and guarding for thousands of years." ”

This roar is really righteous and awe-inspiring, but I really don't know if the sky above my head hears it, and whether the red line knows it?

They knew that Han Xian didn't care anymore, and Han Xian, whose face was slightly gloomy at the moment, was already very firm in his heart and would do good deeds with heaven.

The man who had nothing to do wanted to dig open the big grave, but he only had a fist in his hand, but fortunately, Han Xian thought it was hard enough.

Now that he had enough confidence in it, the power of the early sun suddenly gathered in the fist of his right arm, and his legs kicked the ground fiercely, and his body suddenly rose high and flew up.

'Heqing~'

Han Xian's figure was flush with the two characters, and the gloom on his face was completely transformed into a cold edge: 'Hmph~~'

With a soft snort, the small person, the boss's fist swung at the huge tablet and words, and he shouted in his mouth: "Heqing, this punch was beaten by Sister Hongxian who was deceived on behalf of her." ”

A strange red light pierced the dull black, and a soft sound accompanied by a miserable pain swayed in the black and red.

"Bang~~"

"Poof~~"

Han Xian, who was punching into the sky, fell back to the ground with a squat, a face and a pair of eyes were still cold, and at this time, his face was looking up to the sky, his eyes seemed to be cracked, and a little red had been sprinkled on Han Xian's face.

The blood dotted the face, and the face was white.

Han Xian stood up slowly, spots and flushes appeared on his pale face, but this cold face was destroyed by the slight twitching of the corners of his mouth, and his right hand was even more slightly swinging, and he suddenly shook wildly, but he still didn't suppress the pain.

"It hurts~~~"

Suddenly roared in his heart, why did the fist that could shatter everything be so powerless when it smashed on Heqing's tombstone today, what was it made of?

He didn't break it, but he peeled off a layer of skin from the pain.

In fact, it is no wonder that a pair of meat fists want to shake the stone wall that has not collapsed for thousands of years, and it is really a bit of a fool's dream, but of course Han Xian, who is persistent by nature, will fight again.

Again, the figure is in the sky.

His eyes swept coldly on the bloody fist mark of 'He', his heart ached, and he hated it, his own fist with rough skin and thick flesh was almost smashed, and the face of the negative person was indeed unmoved.

Pain and hatred are immediately transformed into powerful Dao power and ruthlessness.

There was another explosion in his mouth, and he said: "Heqing, this punch is for the hatred of Sister Hongxian's ten thousand years of waiting." ”

The person is still small, and the fist falling on the monument is even more dim.

"Bang~"

"Hiss~~. ”

The sound of an object cracking in the air moved quietly, is this God's eyes open, is the red line force?

They are also determined to join Han Xian in beating the unfortunate person and smashing this person's grave open together to see the cowardly remnant soul among them?

And at this moment, Han Xian didn't care if it was a strange sound of joy, as soon as his feet stepped on the ground, he bounced away again, the dryness and flushing on that face were even more intense, his right fist had already been raised, and among the blood stains on his right fist, a little bit of white had already appeared.

In the cold air, Han Xian shouted again: "Heqing, this punch is not for others, but for me Han Xian himself, because Changtian knows that you are hateful, and Changtian knows that you should be beaten even more." ”

On the dry red face, the flush surged deeply, and the fist moved, and even hit the tombstone of 'Heqing', and the hissing sound in the air became thicker, and it was indeed even more sad.

"Poof~. ”

Han Xian's face was deep, and he fell to the ground with a bloodless face, his body was half-squatting on the ground, and his right arm was hanging down naturally, and the slightest blood fell down his fingers drop by drop.

The sound of hot blood must be creepy, and this lonely and cold place, this heat has not been experienced for a long time.

The strength of the whole body was drained because of this hysteria, and the depth on the face was more like a kind of extreme suppression, and the pain that suppressed the arm was not shown on the face.

"Cluck, cluck~~. ”

With the sound of muscles and bones colliding, Han Xian, who was squatting on the ground and pondering, slowly stood up, his face was still deeply locked, and he would not look up at his great achievements, let alone look down at his miserable efforts.

"Ah~~"

When the spine was straightened, the pain of the bones could not be suppressed, and the heart-rending sound reverberated throughout the Heroes Cemetery, and even more alarmed those who had been sleeping peacefully.

The person who swings the fist must have understood it a long time ago.

The hissing sound that seemed to crack in the air was not the sound of shaking Heqing's dignity and the tombstone cracking, but the sound of Han Xian's bones cracking, but Han Xian, a proud person by nature, was unwilling, and this unwillingness represented stupidity.

actually hit the sky with the bravery, in a hard regret cold sadness.

And what this courage got was of course a sad and wholehearted reward, Han Xian held his drooping arm, his mouth was full of wailing, and his body stood up, sat down again, and repeatedly, but it was certain that no matter what posture it was, this pain was unforgettable for Han Xian.

"Thief God, why don't you help me~~" Han Xian hated.

"Sister Red Line, why don't you help me, can't he be hated~~" This has become a pain.

And this dark cemetery, there is only this reddish color, there is no other color, maybe the red line is crying faint now, how to answer Han Xian's hatred and not help.

A lonely red magnifies the hatred of gnashing teeth, but in this deep and vast darkness, it is indeed empty and lonely.

Even Han Xian's own hysterical wail was bored, his voice was slowly faint, and although his right arm was hanging weakly, his proud backbone was indeed solid and stiff.

The red in the tomb is lonely and cold, but the black is indeed deep and wide.

It is unknown whether those heroes who have been buried here for a long time were awakened by Han Xian's enthusiasm, but the eyes hidden in the deep darkness are indeed full of greed.

Undoubtedly, they are as timid as rats, and they think that Han Xian's self-severed arm gives them a chance.

The originally dim gaze once again flashed with a cunning color, and the heavy breath scraped the throat of the weak, a pair of eyes seemed to be afraid, but it was indeed like a wolf's greed, staring at Han Xian's strong body, and this should be said to be staring at the fragment of the imperial seal that Han Xian was holding tightly in his hand.

Because they have not forgotten to be the emperor of the land of misery.

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