If you can, this must be the first time you have met in 10,000 years, whether it is Hongxian or Heqing, they have all died, and now he or she has been reborn. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

And whether it is him or her, he has made a living and paid for his life's efforts, but fortunately, whether it is human hardship or heavenly ruthlessness, this effort has not been in vain.

He could finally see her shadow with his eyes open.

I'm glad he's still alive.

This is a person's grave, and it is indeed still a world of two people, at least what do Hongxian and Heqing think now, they can't see the disbelief of others, and they don't want to see the ruthless cunning of the Heavenly Dao.

A smile floated on Heqing's face, and tears had already flowed in the corners of Hongxian's eyes.

He Qing's hand slowly raised, picking up the tears from the corners of Hongxian's eyes, whispering, and sighing softly, "Thank you, Line." ”

This thank you was so heavy that the backbone of the red line was bent, and the pale face did not recover its blood color because of He Qing's rebirth, but the haze hidden in it was even deeper.

Red Line slowly lifted his head on his back, and the gloom could hide the resentment in his eyes, but the deep top of the tomb must not isolate Red Line's gaze.

She saw the darkness of Weishan, and even pierced through this layer of darkness, reaching the ruthless face of Heavenly Dao.

How could the tears in the corners of his eyes stop because of the temperature of Heqing's palm, and the lover's breathing made it even more turbulent, his voice was already hoarse, and the red line whispered: "Why are you so ruthless." ”

Is he ruthless?

He Qing must not have noticed it, at least he was still alive, there was the sound of blood in his chest, and more importantly, he was accompanied by his wife in front of him, holding his face with red lines in his hands, and whispered: "Don't go again." ”

Even if the red line's heart is bleak, it will be melted by Heqing's tenderness, the tears are not stopped, but the smile also floats in sadness, and he whispers: "I won't be separated." ”

He Qing nodded slightly, held the red line and slowly stood up, and said softly, "Let's leave." ”

They want to go, who will stay, even the Heavenly Dao retreated on its own in satisfaction, and Zuo Mu, long ago 10,000 years ago, the red line planted the seed of invincibility in his heart, when he thought that he would abandon him, overcome, and refine the red line into a road to heaven, and in the midst of radiance and coldness, it thrived again.

It's not that he doesn't want to, but he doesn't dare at all.

What about Han Xian?

It's not that he doesn't dare, but he doesn't want to at all, as if he is stupid, he just stands in a daze, completely ignoring the demon's roar and correct instructions in his heart.

If you can be a demon, you must be hateful, why did you give the dominance of your body to Han Xian himself because of arrogance, so that now I am watching He Qing and the red line body leave one by one, and now there is a full sigh and death: "Do you want to rely on your own strength to grind Zuo Mu to death, the red line is the biggest chance of winning." ”

Perhaps, there were too many reasons to knock this godless Han Xian into the sinking sea.

In the eyes of the red line, this place has always been a no-man's world, and in Heqing's eyes, there is no cunning and greed of Zuo Mu, and there is no world of the people, and in his heart, how can he perceive Han Xian's sorrow with the red line that was completely pushed into the abyss by the Heavenly Dao.

The wind gently lifted Heqing's hair, it was indeed not completely black, and under the gorgeous hair, the gray was quietly hidden.

They left, and Han Xian did only recover a little from his stupidity, as if he hadn't heard the demon's complaints and lamentations, and his heart was just a novel excitement, and he roared: "Senior brother, there really is such a miracle in the world, and people who have been dead for ten thousand years can still be reborn." ”

There is no doubt that the current Han Xian is still in the joy of the miracle created by the red line.

But in the eyes of the demon, this is the greatest sorrow, a lonely smile rose on the demon's face, and said with a miserable smile: "You should wake up, don't you realize that you are alone now?"

Han Xian's gaze froze deeply, and the slightest hint of horror dilated in his pupils.

His eyes must not dare to look at Zuo Mu's face wantonly, but just from the corner of his eye, he can also see how wolf-like the expression on that face is.

Finally, under the strong reminder of the demon, Han Xianyi felt how shady this Zuo Mu tomb was, and at this moment, this shade was almost freezing his heart with that wolf-like gaze.

But fortunately, Han Xianyi was not the hairy boy who had just come out of Yunshan, and his dark face did not fully express the sentimentality in his heart.

But although he has been away from Yunshan for a long time, that Zuo Mu is in the red dust field, and he has been rolling for thousands of years, not to mention that he still has a pair of bright eyes, and Han Xian's embarrassment can be seen at a glance.

Regarding the miracle of Heqing's rebirth, Han was first amazed and stupid.

And he Zuo Mu has a deep hatred for this, and the departure of the red line represents the complete collapse of his road to heaven, and the four seas are completely shrouded in wind and rain.

Here and now, the only people who can be hated are himself and Han Xian.

Zuo Mu, who is deep in his heart, will definitely not hate his hesitation, but will only hate Han Xian's pain of interception, if it weren't for his intentional interception, he might have been shouting for wind and rain in the sky at this moment.

But it was because of him that he was still surviving at the bottom of this cold tomb.

This sea of anger and hatred could not be filled, and he said angrily in his heart: "The best has been lost, and I can only reluctantly accept this waiting." ”

Han Xian's pure soul is also the supreme Dao fetus, and it is also what Zuo Mu wants.

In the past, there was a red line in the middle, so that he couldn't start, but now that person is gone, isn't Han Xian just a fish on his own?

As for the ghost body technique, it is just a small skill of carving insects.

Fish meat on the board, that was just the idea in Zuo Mu's heart.

And Han Xianke did not fall into Zuo Mu's grotesque heart, at this moment, a pair of eyes also fell on Zuo Mu's face with coldness, and the corners of his mouth hung a hint of a smile, and he snorted coldly in his mouth, and said, "There is a kind, let the horse come over." ”

Han Xian himself didn't know how to get out of this Wei Mountain, so he had no way to retreat, and the biggest expectation in the demon's heart was not over, how could he retreat easily.

"First, just kill him, and we'll be able to leave the ghost place. The demon's voice sounded softly.

This reminder, of course, directly sealed Han Xian's retreat completely, this ghost place has long been fed up, and Han Xian also read a trace of confidence from the demon's words.

chuckled in his heart: "Senior brother is really clumsy." ”

"First, you may defend yourself. ”

The corners of Han Xian's mouth twitched deeply, and his heart was full of astonishment, what kind of dependence was this.

I wanted to ask, but Zuo Muyi didn't give Han Xian this opportunity, so he shot first, no doubt in his opinion, he was also forced to a dead end by Han Xian.

Whoever he is, he thinks it's time to die.

Zuo Mu flicked his right hand, and a black dead light rose in response, rotating and amplifying in the air on his own, and he didn't stop, and the ghostly light in his hand flashed, and he killed Han first.

What the black death light is, Han Xian should understand, and snorted coldly in his heart: "If you want to sacrifice me, it depends on whether you have such a ability." ”

A long smile in his heart said: "Senior brother, I first understood the person in front of me, and I am telling you that I can stay or not." ”

A point of light lit up on his right arm, and he used to use demon tricks, but this time Han Xian decided to give up the ghost body method, and it was undoubtedly not what he thought about running around like a mosquito

Only the power to break the ten thousand laws.

And the cultivation borrowed from the demon has become a perfect force, and at this moment, the whirlpool on the sun front strength is as if it wants to crush this tomb, that is, it tears the black death light in the air and trembles, and even Zuo Mu's body is affected by it.

But there was no trace of fear on Zuo Mu's face, for him, Han Xian's giving up the ghost body method was undoubtedly asking for his own death, and he would definitely be able to use his soul for his own use.

The black light on Zuo Mu's body floated, completely ignoring Han Xian's Japanese vortex force, in order to burst in front of Han Xian's body.

I've been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Han Xian was very confident, and beat Zuo Mu into the dust with one punch, although he was surprised by Rifeng's weakness in his heart, but he had already used more than one method in his body, and Rifeng was useless, so try the power of 'Chuyang'.

A dim light suddenly lit up, Zuo Mu's face suddenly turned pale, he really didn't expect that Han Xian was actually clumsy, and he really sneered in his heart: "Heh, fist!"

At this moment, there is no way to dodge, not to mention that he is not here to dodge.

Although it was no longer an emperor's sword, it was still a divine blade, and it stabbed it with Han Xian's fist.

Han Xian's face shook suddenly, he was a pair of meat fists, he was not arrogant enough to take the cold of the blade, but how could he accept it casually.

That is, to prepare for life, then to spare the thought of life.

A look of courage floated in Han Xian's eyes, and his gaze swept the edge of Zuo Mu's cold knife, and he snorted coldly in his heart: "Let me try if your knife is really sharp." ”

Zuo Mu's expression was suddenly startled, Han Xian's body forcibly moved a few points, and it suddenly accelerated, and his right chest actually hit the blade by itself.

"Poof~~"

Han Xian's face suddenly felt cold, and the strength of the sun that he controlled in his right arm was also dissipated when the long knife entered his body.

But the bravery on Han Xian's face was not lost, but there was still a hint of smugness on the frost-white face, although the blade penetrated the chest, but Han Xian's body did not stop, but slammed forward, and the blade completely broke out.

And this is when Zuo Mu was really shocked.

And this is where Han Xian is really proud, everything is just in exchange for a punch, he knows in his heart that it is difficult for this person to kill with his current means, but between death, there must be hope derived, and the fight at this moment has finally been exchanged for valuable hope.

Zuo Mu couldn't understand himself with a knife, and he really had the heart to kill him with a punch.

Han Xian crashed into Zuo Mu's knife edge, and it wasn't Zuo Mu sent to Han Xian's fist, the early sun had become the light of the day, and even the black death light in the sky was blurred in it, and the horror on Zuo Mu's face was particularly thorough in the bright yellow.

He was watching Han Xian's fist invade his chest.

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