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It's a lonely and lonely person laughing.

"Han Xian. ”

This name, at this moment, in the clean blue and white of this heaven and earth, is Han Xian himself calling his name, remembering what the word 'first' means at that time.

One comes first.

Be the first to be one.

"Han Xian, Han Xian, hahaha~~~. ”

Sound indulgence.

Rampant, when calling this name, it was Han Xian who was so rampant, and he saw joy in the rampant, and the voice was in joy, the voice trembled, and the laughter caused the body to tremble.

"Whew~~. ”

There is no wind in the pure color world, but Han Xian at this moment is indeed making a rumor.

The closed eyes had already opened, but in the midst of this opening, his gaze fell on the heavenly gate of the sky, but it was only swept away.

There seemed to be a hint of disdain in this gaze.

"Heh~~. ”

The corners of his mouth rose up to see a sneer.

Laughter, Han Xian almost laughed.

In the midst of this ridicule, Han Xian made a noise, and jumped proudly into the air, why is this?

Is it because the steady step I saw in my eyes was too arduous and boring, so I thought of it from the sky like a hand, with the power of the Dao, thousands of miles away, in the blink of an eye.

Steady?

The footsteps are steady, but their own Dao strength is still synonymous with stability.

Believe in yourself.

Everything is believable.

There is another reason for this flying body, that is, it is too dangerous to travel from the ground, hiding in the dark places, making a deceitful sword, it may appear at any time, and the sword of the horizontal road will definitely follow you like a shadow, making yourself pay a painful price, but it is different in the air and the sky.

The Gate of Heaven beyond the horizon is far away.

But this distance is going to shrink in the face of Dao power.

As long as your speed is fast enough, you may be left behind by yourself before those dangers can break out in the process of rushing.

Good idea.

But this is a good idea, Han Xian didn't think about it at all.

That body is elevated.

This elevation is to let himself stop steadily in the air, it is stopped, it is stopped in the wind and snow, and his eyes are looking.

It's contempt.

Han Xian's gaze fell on the Heavenly Gate of the Heavenly Rim, full of disdain.

"Hmph~~. ”

Trembling softly, Han Xian snorted coldly in his mouth, and at this moment, his hands were slowly raised, and he fell on them softly with a smile on his face, and said in his mouth: "The sun is thousands of miles away, and my own hands." ”

These hands can grasp them, these hands can grasp everything, and these hands should be determined to create a future of their own. ’

The voice roared in the heart, and the blood was hot in the chest.

Suddenly, Han Xian's gaze suddenly rose, and he landed on the gate of heaven on the edge of the sky, and said with a smile in his mouth, "I'm here, are you waiting for me?"

There was no one there.

There is a fairy gate, and there is not even a ghost.

Who?

Who is waiting for Han Xian.

"Hehe~~~. ”

Han Xian saw laughter in his mouth again, and in the midst of the laughter, his hand slowly stretched out forward, and suddenly, countless blood lines gushed out of Han Xian's body.

"Blood. ”

With a roar, his palm straightened forward, and he grabbed the ground fiercely, and the blood lines wrapped around his palm were like Jackie Chan.

"Hum~~. ”

In the trembling sound, the world is in trembling.

The blood line controlled by the palm of his hand was overwhelmingly surging to the ground, and those flawless light jade pure color snow were dyed red in an instant under the infection of the blood line demon red.

The flawless jade color is the flawless of making blood jade.

"Haha. ”

Han Xian laughed out loud, and in this laughter, the palm that grabbed the air was fiercely grasped, and the space trembled, and suddenly all the snow covering the ground floated into the air.

The eyes are rampant to see the horizon.

That place was unmoved and eternally transcendent, and now Han Xian's gaze fell on it, and his expression was only cold.

The sound is cold.

"Your door is your door. ”

The sound became a roar.

"Poly~~. ”

Han Xian's palm grabbed outward again, and the floating snow suddenly all converged towards him, and their convergence was what he meant.

Speech.

"Knives!"

Law with you.

In his hand, Han Xian held the knife, this knife was more than a hundred zhang long, and the blades and blades were all infected with blood, which was condensed by the shape of the hidden demon knife in Han Xianzhao's star map.

Holding his hands together, his eyes fell on the gate of heaven on the edge of the sky with a smile.

But just when Han Xian's gaze converged and settled, there, where the Heavenly Gate used to be located, it actually disappeared.

It's the blur of nothingness, and it's like being scared.

Are you really scared?

"Heh~~. ”

Han Xian laughed in his mouth, and his gaze had already retracted from the distant sky.

The gaze does not need to look so far, just now, right in front of you, a hundred zhang away, just where the edge of the snow knife is located, the gate of heaven is stable and clear.

Quaint is its color.

And this Heavenly Gate was opened, and wisps of Heavenly Dao breath gushed out of it, as if to say: "Put down the butcher's knife, as long as you walk in and walk over, you will achieve the realm of condensing immortals." ”

On the contrary, if you use the sword in vain, you will never be able to condense the immortals.

It's true.

What the eye sees is a good, real fact.

This fact makes people even more suspicious and dare not doubt it, just in his eyes, within the gate of heaven, Han Xian saw a world, that world is fragrant grass, sunny, and gentle.

They were all using their unique peacefulness to persuade Han Xian not to use the sword warriors in vain.

See.

I saw that the face was cold.

"Hmph. ”

Han Xian sneered in his mouth, and the hundred-zhang blood blade in his hand was slowly raised, and it was getting higher and higher above his head, and the color of the blood blade became brighter and brighter.

The blade is dazzling into a blood-colored sun.

Words in words.

"I'm Han first. ”

The voice was rising, and he said, "I am an immortal with blood, what is it?"

Ask, it is your own question to yourself, of course, this question will only be answered by yourself, and said: "All the way to the immortal, no one will lead, let alone someone to lead, even if it is the person with the name of 'Han Xian', there will be no door, the way of the immortal, the door is cast by himself, and the door is cut out by a knife." ”

"Haha~~. ”

After the pause, there was a lot of laughter.

In Han Xian's trembling laughter, the snow blade, which had been held high for a long time, suddenly slashed towards the Heavenly Gate under the control of both hands.

That truth is false.

In Han Xian's view, this is false.

This would have been false.

How could the Heavenly Dao open the immortal gate to the mortals, anyone's Ning Immortal Road was broken out by himself, and the door in front of him was standing next to the sky.

The breath of the immortal path that emerges from it is not false.

But it is not the way to the immortal path, its door is open for hell, I know it.

And in the cold eye, I saw: 'How can I not believe in myself and choose to walk in the long snow, it is certain that there are thousands of hardships, and it is necessary for thousands of mountains and rivers to create a flow of blood. ’

These are not afraid.

There is a continuation of what was seen, and then:

When he crawled to the gate of heaven with a long breath, he was full of joy and thought that he was going to succeed, so he did not hesitate and plunged into it without the slightest hesitation.

It's going to be a laugh of joy.

But when your eyes are dim and your body and mind are cold, you must not be able to laugh. ’

That door leads to hell.

It is impossible to survive in hell.

To go to hell is to wait for reincarnation, and in reincarnation is to wait again, to go to hell.

Now, under the knife, Han Xian's gaze fell on the Heavenly Gate of Hell, full of mocking cold looks, looking, looking at it, when he looked at it, it was the sound of the blood blade whirring and the wind falling.

"Whew~~. ”

The blade is in front of you, and the blade is in the air.

The blade fell on the top of the Heavenly Gate.

Motionless, motionless, it is still swallowing the holy immortal breath, which is really an immortal, and it has retreated all the red dust and distractions.

This is like a conviction that Han Xian's knife will not be able to cut himself off.

"Whew~~. ”

"Shh~~~. ”

The blade roared, and the Hell Gate was motionless, and it was the Baizhang Sword that fell without hesitation, and this fall was cutting solid, under the blade.

It's like a mirror.

In the mirror, the blade is cut into cracks, starting from the edge, and the wisps seem to spread all around.

This spread is to wrap the beautiful world contained in the Heavenly Gate of Hell with the color of flowers, cutting the edge, breaking the grass of Xinxin, overflowing with sunlight and chaos, mild and cold.

Everything in the Heavenly Gate was cut by the knife in Han Xian's hand, and it was covered with a blurry color.

"Boom~~. ”

Explosions.

The gate of hell is finally unbearable under the knife cut.

It's a complete shattering.

But its shattering was not alone, Han Xian's knife that was formed by the convergence of snow also exploded in all directions in the collapse of the Heavenly Gate.

"Heh~~. ”

Laughter can only be Han Xian's laughter.

And in the midst of this laughter, the snow that had once been falling in the sky stopped.

But this stop, it is the pure emptiness replaced by the crystal brilliance, and these flying brilliance are the ashes of the shattered Heavenly Gate, and the chaotic shape of the hundred-zhang knife in Han Xian's hand.

They are windless and automatic.

Drift into this colorful world on your own.

A shadow chases a shadow.

One point of mind chases one point of mind.

The shadow chases the meaning, and the meaning follows the shadow.

"It's beautiful. ”

What he saw was that Han Xiandu was amazed, and it was the light and shadows that were flying brighter and brighter, and this bright flower meaning was the warmth of the sun.

These.

These bits of light dust are like fragments of a very beautiful world.

They are floating in the search for what they once needed, attracted to each other, with their own softness, finding their own place, wandering leisurely, it was Han Xian who was invited into this beautiful world.

The light is gone.

Hua Chengyi.

In his eyes, Han Xian's mouth was already squeaky and amazing.

That's all changed.

It is a warm spring in the world, this is a square circle, so quiet, and Han Xian himself found a trace of familiarity in this square circle.

What is familiar?

Familiarity is that this world seems to have been to oneself.

Why?

Did Han first come to this world made up of Heavenly Gate Collapse Shadows?

I've never been there, the familiarity of this place is just like the place in my heart, which place is this similar to, is it Yunshan?

Among them is the shadow of the cloud mountain.

But this shadow is not exactly the meaning of Yun Shan, this image is a star map, just in front of him, is the shadow of a thick tree.

It was the Dao tree that had taken root in the Star Chart.

"Heh~~. ”

In the laughter, it was Han Xian who hurriedly dropped his body to the ground, and as far as his eyes could see, the Dao Tree was the same as before, with the same green shape and the same blood as the vein.

Han Xian smiled and couldn't help asking, "Is this the world that Ning Immortal has achieved?"

No one answered.

Han Xian didn't need anyone to answer, his heart should be a letter of approval, his palm was slightly raised, and he lowered a short leaf, and his hand was gently counting the veins on the Dao leaf.

"Hehe~~. ”

He laughed out loud.

"Is it pretty?"

"Beautiful!"

"Do you like it?"

"I like it!"

"Oh~~~. ”

"Hehe, welcome to my world. ”