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Who's sneering?

There was no one around, the monk was dumbfounded and silent, only Han Xian's eyes were still bright with anger, this sound was not heard by Han Xian's ears, it was indeed seen by these angry and translucent eyes.

What do you see when you lift up your eyes to the heavens?

What I saw was a gloomy and bleak thousand miles of condensation, and this thick black resentment was a natural barrier, covering the smug and sneering face for the Heavenly Dao.

A sneer came from Changtian's mouth.

Han saw it first.

With his head lowered slightly, Han Xian glanced at the expected Yiyang resentment, his pale face had already been filled with anger and hatred, and the sneer he saw was even more angry.

"Poof~~. ”

But the extreme anger brought about by the bewitching blood, and as soon as the red blood entered the bleak darkness of Yiyang, it was like a lost dog in a hurry, plunging headlong into the deep ruins in a hurry.

Cold, no sound at all.

Everything here is so quiet, so quiet that it feels like it's dead.

Is it really quiet?

No, the hustle and bustle never stopped.

In Han Xian's ears, there has never been a moment of silence, the sneer and sneer of this thief have always been lingering, laughing at people's stupidity, and even laughing at people's frogs at the bottom of the well.

"Pounding, pounding, pounding~~. ”

The sound of the heartbeat indicates that this Han Xian is still alive, and he is still alive and enthusiastic, and his heart is full of anger and hatred, and the face of the sick demon is immediately filled with cold arrogance.

"The frog at the bottom of the well~~?"

This voice was Han Xian's question, asking his heart: 'What is the frog at the bottom of the well?'

Anger and hatred start from the heart, this answer has long been written firmly, the heart is unswerving, and the answer is very affirmative: 'If you can't jump out of the well, you are the real frog at the bottom of the well.'" ’

"Haha~~. ”

"Ahem~~~. ”

Han Xian smiled, Han Xian coughed up blood and smiled, even the translucent eyes were red with blood, but not only the eyes were hot, but even the face that was locked by the disease, the pale of exhaustion was also receding minute by minute.

"Whew~~. ”

His breath was burning to the point of dryness, and at this moment, Han Xian's proud face pointing straight to the black sky had been dyed red with excitement.

At this moment, this person is so bewitching, so strange that he is not far from death, this hot crimson is like a return to the light, and the heat of blood in his heart is just to create the last glory.

But Han Xian didn't know anything about it.

It's more that I don't want to do anything, I never thought about 'dying,' and now I'm alive, that's a kind of eternal life, and a moment of life is also a kind of eternal life.

"Pounding, pounding, pounding~~~!"

The heart was roaring angrily, and the arrogance on Han Xian's face was on the next floor, and he roared in a low voice: "Let me see how deep your well is, let me see how high you are this day, let me see how thick this fog is, and the sun can't reach it, then I, Han Xianzhi, am breaking through the fog and drawing light, and there is a trace of heat in Yiyang." ’

Crazy, people crazy.

Only crazy people will point their fingers at Changtian and do crazy words.

Is this the idea?

I really hope it's just an idea that I just want to do, how high the sky is, there are so many people in the world who want to know, but how many of them can know how high the sky is.

Breaking the sky, only the mighty know.

Q: Is Han Xian powerful?

Han Xian is not a great power, but at this moment, he is indeed doing the idea of great power, and he is also the courage to act powerful, but at this moment, there is only the qi of the gossamer in his star chart, and it is already a far-fetched strength to support him to stand.

Seeking to break the sky?

It may be that breaking the ground will be relatively simpler.

"Ah~~~. ”

The heart was chaotic, and the mouth was roaring angrily, Han Xian didn't know that there was only a trace of Dao power left, and if there was a trace, he would squeeze a trace, and a trace would squeeze a point, a point would be squeezed, and a layer would be perfected.

Skin.

Han first picked up the skin of his star map.

The Dao tree is withered and yellow, and the leaves are almost withered, but at this moment, Han Xian's body is indeed full of Dao light, like a god descending to earth, with a pair of eyes that ask the sky, and he is full of confidence.

"Whew~~~~. ”

The wind was chaotic, and the wind in his ears was chaotic, but this time Han Xian was indeed not falling from top to bottom, he was indeed doing a sharp head and rushing upward.

Is this really stupid after the chaos?

Can it really be understood that way?

Maybe it should be understood that it is a loss of heart after being hit crazy, maybe in a certain North and South Korea can wake up first, and may also be surprised by this behavior against the sky at this time.

Seeking to break the sky, the sun can't reach the city of Yiyang, and I Han first introduced it!!

Rushing in, the shadow had become hazy, and in an instant, Han Xian's sharpened head effortlessly plunged into the thick black, heavy cold gloomy mist of grievances.

Black, did Han Xian, who was so lightly bored, lose his way?

Cold, did the hot-headed Han Xian sober up?

His face is still proud, the direction is not guided by his eyes, it is set in his heart, Leng Han Xian around him felt it, but what Han Xian didn't feel was that he was crazy in the chaos.

The pride momentum rises in the dense fog of grievances, and the light on Zhou's body is as strong as the sun of the Great Xia, which can almost burn the sky and break the sorrow.

But at this moment, Han Xian's face was indeed no longer hot and blood-red, they receded the heat and faded.

But what greeted was not the expected bleak and pale as paper, it was indeed the withering of gold paper, Han Xianzhi was breaking the sky, and he really didn't know that the god of death was waiting for the opportunity.

The scythe of the Grim Reaper was raised, just above Han Xian's head, and before he fell, Han Xian hit it with his own head.

"Pounding, pounding, pounding~~~. ”

The heartbeat sounded in his ears again, but this time it was no longer a ringing in his ears, he was low and weak, is Han Xianfang still messing up at this moment?

Maybe wake up.

But he is still unwilling, is the city of Yiyang really isolated, is it really forgotten and abandoned, Han Xian doesn't believe it, and he doesn't want to admit that Yiyang's grievances have reached the sky, and it will definitely have an end.

Break the sky!

The Yiyang City under his feet is a cold hell of all evils, and he can pierce the black sky of hell with the heat of the sun, and use the heat of the sun to dispel the cold of Yiyang.

How high the sky is, how long the ambition is.

Han Xian's ambition is higher than the sky, but his expression is indeed short of breath, the gold paper is covered, too close to death, the withered tree is written all over the body, and the Dao tree is squeezed dry without any strength.

Autumn is sluggish, winter is cold.

The Dao Tree of the Five Realms of Dengfeng was almost dead, Han Xian's body flew high and became a climbing high and panting, and soon he would even climb high and leave Han Xian, waiting for him must be still, and after being still, it must be a fall of broken bones.

It's finally here!

The body that was full of pride and pride in all its shapes and turns into a withered body still stopped, but it did not fall off there, and the star map was autumn and sluggish, and the dead leaves were cold all over the place.

But in this bleak winter day, the stars did feel brighter.

Their brightness was like a pair of eyes, a pair of eyes staring at Han Xian, and his burning eyes saw Han Xian's madness, but at this moment, they were clearly recognizing Han Xian's madness.

In the cold winter, is this light cold?

No!

They are like the spring sun, melting the frozen snow little by little, they are more like the spring breeze caressing the depressed star map earth, and the autumn makes the Dao tree bare and leafless.

The spring breeze has passed, and the warmth has arrived.

The light in the star map twin stars is great, it is not that they saved Han Xian's body, but that they have deformed in Han Xian's roar of anger and breaking the sky.

Break first and then stand.

The shining of the twin stars is a witness, witnessing the branches and buds of the Dao tree, witnessing the buds and leaves, and witnessing Han Xian's breakthrough of the five realms and the six realms in the chaotic roar.

"Haha" Han Xianxi couldn't help himself, what does this mean, this means that he can pierce through the miserable fog of grievances that shrouded Yiyang in hell.

Ascend the new path of the six realms, warm the withered body, and nourish the brokenness.

Lightness is in progress.

Breaking the sky.

Han Xian must have been overjoyed, didn't he find that this warmth and nourishment were very limited, and breaking through the Six Realms was just a little more space for him to squeeze.

How high is the sky?

How long is Han Xian's chronicle?

This length can be higher than the sky, but this body has become Zhijian's body disabled, although the Dao light that surrounds the body is still as hot as the scorching sun.

The essence has indeed become a river and a day, and the day and night are not guaranteed.

Didn't Han Xian know all this?

At this moment, he is not chaotic, but he knows his predicament deeply, and he knows that he is disabled due to the shortage of Dao strength, but he is unwilling.

"Pounding, pounding, pounding~~. ”

The heart is beating, and every beat is enthusiastically telling yourself that the next step is here, the next step is to rush into the sun to warm your body, and the next step is to reach the edge of the sky.

The thief laughed, Han Xian is really stupid.

What happens to the edge of the sky, what happens to rush into the sun, what happens to the next step, will they let themselves rest, when there is nothing to rely on, the earth will become a deep pit of burial.

'Hiss~~. ’

The eyes are bright, the light is shining, and the heart is beating wildly.

But what is it is true that it is not the eyes that are happy to the heartbeat, but the only remaining strength that is almost drained, and what is it that blows up the eyes? It is not the warm sun, it is indeed the electric snake that runs in no way.

They flow, they become the barrier of the heavens, they become the end of the scythe of death.

If Han Xian wants to die and crashes headlong into it, then this body regret will be empty, and it will be a true regret, and this body will definitely be destroyed.

But really, Han Xian really didn't stop as if he wanted to die.

A pair of eyes have become crazy hot in the unwilling heart, and the sadness is indeed a little joyful, what did Han Xian think of?

What comes to mind is that after this layer of electric curtain is the horizon, and after this layer of electric curtain is thousands of miles of sunshine.

There are no regrets in touching it in this life, and Yiyang will be reborn.

Firm, firm belief in breaking the sky.

"Hey~~. ”

Han Xian's hot and angry eyes were watching, but in the heat of staring at the thunder of the electric curtain, a face was indeed presenting a minute, who is he, is he the sky, is this sneer coming from him?

Whether he heard it with his ears or saw it with his eyes, Han Xian was absolutely sure that the laughter came from him.

But that face is so familiar.

Murmuring: "Who is he, who is he?"

"Hum~~. ”

Head explosion buzzing.

Lei Guang ran, the brightness in his eyes suddenly cracked, he didn't know who he was, but this face was his own, who was he, who was he? He was Han Xian's demon.

"He's the devil. ”

The roar of the heart exploded from the mouth, and the darkness fell instantly, and the electric light was bright, and it was also black.

The body is black, the heart is black, and the meaning is black.