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There!

What's going on there?

From the beginning of the question, from the confirmation to the end of the affirmation, in the question, Han Xian couldn't believe his eyes, but as the distance under his feet was ruthlessly pulled in, he couldn't believe that he had grown into disbelief.

What is unwillingness?

No, Han Xian couldn't believe that everything he saw with his eyes was true.

However, the reluctance crawling in my mind is always synonymous with powerlessness, and this pronoun cannot change anything, then everything is true.

The word 'unwilling' in my head proves that it is true.

"Hiss~~. ”

Wind.

"Hiss, hiss~~~. ”

Hiss.

The wind swept through the ears and hearts, and people wanted to be intoxicated, but the coldness of the wind really made people sober, and this sobriety allowed Han Xian to see the black earth with a chiseled eye.

Three steps, three steps, three steps.

At this moment, Han Xian is not just three steps and one jump, his body is a shadow, the shadow is from the blood line of the body, the blood line seems to be able to tear through the air, and the space is flying is space is cut out of fine cracks.

"Whew~. ”

"Whew~~~. ”

It's not the wind, it's the scorching breath that is blowing against the throat, the fishy sweetness is dyed white, and at this moment, Han Xian, who is in the shadow of blood, is sad to cover up the sadness of finding back.

It's not a cover-up.

It was the explosion of Han Xianning's Immortal Dao Method, and he directly forgot about the search on the road.

Here it comes.

The fish clan is so quiet this place, its black color is like a trivial sound that can swallow everything, Han Xian flew through the explosion that shocked the air, and it was still dead silence when he fell here.

Body-skimming.

Looking.

The flying body is close to the land that once been, and the eyes that are looking should find the evidence of their own loss from the strangeness of this eye.

But.

Sober, damn sober.

Although this place was covered in a bleak black, Han Xian was very sure that this was the place of the fish clan, and he was looking for it, hoping to find traces of the past.

Wind?

There used to be here, and now there is no shortage, it used to be warm by the wind, but at this moment, it is indeed cold and piercing on the body, and even the sea of blood surging in the star map is about to be frozen and cracked.

At this moment, here, here, even the wind is dyed black, cold black.

What about fire?

Black is ash, and this ash is saying that there has been a fierce flame here, and it has been white for thousands of years.

One day.

I don't know if it was a lucky day, or if it should be understood as a painful day, from that day, from that time when the totemic flame sublimated from white to a fiery red,

Changtian began to peek at the joy of the fish people, and this peeping was jealousy.

The fire of his own house, the flame of red light, burns all his glory.

The flying body is helping the eyes to see.

Han Xianyi, who saw it, found out why the fish clan land was infected with black, those were ashes, they were ashes under the hot flames, and they burned coldly.

It was a hot day.

The fire was so cold that day.

Starting from the totem, this is like the spread of a plague, covering every inch of the fish land in the blink of an eye, and every inch of the land is swallowed by the flames.

Cold.

The flames were cold, and when they burned, they turned into ice, throwing the world that should have been laughing forever into the abyss.

"Poof~~~. ”

Han Xian, who had been approaching, had already arrived here.

Rush into the Fishlands.

Bloodlight rushed into the darkness.

The darkness saw the knee-bones hitting the ground, and the sadness was indeed not loud, and the black ash of this moment could swallow up all the sounds.

Even if it's kneeling, it's just sadness.

The ashes are cold.

And after Han Xian indulged his blood and rushed into this place, the hot blood that burned in his chest was quickly penetrated by the ashes.

I don't see the past.

"Hehe~~. ”

Laughter.

There was no time here, so Han Xian's head was crazy about imagining the past.

There used to be only laughter here, and in the misery of the ashes, Han Xian seemed to see the smiling face of yesterday, he was the patriarch of Jutian, and at this moment he was smiling amiably at himself.

Laugh more than one person.

Laugh on more than one side.

It was all the people in the fish clan, Han Xian's eyes were full of sorrow and saw the darkness, and they looked at Han Xian with a smile in the dark, and they saw everyone's expectations.

"Hehe~~. ”

Laughed.

This laughter floated from Han Xian's face, and this smile was like a child who had returned home and was fortunate enough to see the gentle smile of his relatives, if it was just like this, how beautiful it would be.

What a blessing this beauty is.

But.

But the hatred is that all this is a false deception.

All the laughter he saw was Han Xian's eyes deceiving his eyes, there was darkness under his eyes, and the darkness was absolutely bleak, and this bleakness was not the slightest smile.

Deception will never live long.

What's more, it's still the calm brain that is deceiving the cold heart.

Tooth incision, bone tremor.

"Giggle~~. ”

Is it cold shivering?

I don't know.

I only knew that Han Xian's lowered head was slowly rising, it was so slow, this slowness was like a hibernating animal waking up.

In winter, things sleep heavily to smell the fragrance of spring, so they wake up.

And now that Han Xian's head was raised and he woke up, it was more like a hibernating animal that couldn't fall asleep quietly because it was too cold, and it was awakened by freezing.

Eyes raised.

See the sky.

Bright.

Heavenly, under heaven.

It's like two places, it's like two worlds.

There is not a trace of dirt in the heavens, and it seems to be smiling, and it is looking at everything on the earth with a soft smile.

It laughs.

It's laughing.

It's laughing at Han Xian.

It laughed at the ashes and blackness under Han Xian's body with its own indefilement.

"Huh~~. ”

The sound of bones, the sound of teeth, the sound of crumbling.

"Ah~~~~. ”

The hiss was so loud.

Han Xian is like a giant beast roaring at the sky, roaring at the sun and the blue sky, this is a place of ashes and darkness, and the darkness of this place can swallow the sound.

But now.

Black is cold.

But under Han Xian's voice, even if the darkness was cold, it was amplifying a kind of powerlessness.

The trembling was bloody, and the loud roar was that Han Xian's vocal cords were torn and shattered, but even if the throat vocal cords were broken, Han Xian's crazy roar had not stopped.

Non-stop is good.

Seeing that the ashes of the fish clan land were there, they couldn't swallow Han Xian's voice.

"Bang~~. ”

"Buzz~~~. ”

Covering the sky and the sun, under Han Xian's voice, those cold ashes lying on the ground were shocked and flew into the sky, the place that was not stained.

At the moment, it is also stained with dust.

The black ash was struck up by Han Xian, and under the ashes was a bleak white, this white was the real cold, this white was the color of snow, it was the sound of it devouring everything, and it was devouring the fish clan's past.

"Whew~~. ”

It's the wind.

It was just the sound of Han Xian's body flying towards the sky.

The man's spine is straight, he is not kneeling, he is flying into the sky, he is flying into the cold dust, and the world is muddy because of himself.

Han Xian didn't know what happened here after he left.

But not knowing cannot change the facts that have happened, what you see with your eyes is the facts.

At this moment, the ashes and dust in the sky seemed to be accusing Han Xian, the reason why this place was swallowed into ashes by the cold and hot fire was completely given by you Han Xian.

Is it true?

'It's not fake. ’

And even Han Xian himself thinks this is true.

The former Lang Lang world has become a place where the ashes cover the sky, and did the people here leave because of the ashes? Han Xian didn't know.

"Grandpa. ”

Softly, it is so soft.

But this voice does seem to be able to spread thousands of miles, this is the mountain, is the echo of thousands of miles the echo of the mountains, like a call, but this call only hears the sound of the mountain, and there is indeed no response from a person.

The mountain's response was a cry of sorrow.

The land of the fish clan that covers the sky and the sun is not a trace of the color of the past, and the body is in the air, all of this is taken in by Han Xian, what if you see it?

Here, it is an immutable fact.

on this.

Han Xian wanted to deny it very much, and whispered softly: "It shouldn't be like this." ”

When the voice came out, the sorrow on the human face was smeared with the color of the ruthless calendar, the star map, and the sea of blood that was almost frozen by ice was already surging in the ice.

"Whew~. ”

The cold blood was scraping against the already tortured throat.

Weird, there were wisps of blood intent floating on Han Xian's body, and the scorching heat of his breath had completely magnified into strips of blood.

Such as the sun.

But the sun can't remove the ashes and darkness of the fish people.

Right now.

Han Xian, who was in a blood surge, wanted to accomplish something that the sun couldn't do, and in the blood surge of the star map, blood light radiated from every inch of his body.

It penetrates into the ashes of the sun in an instant.

As time goes by, the blood light is getting hotter and hotter, once it was black and gray in the sky, but now it is blood writing black and gray into demon color, and blood drives the ashes.

Did Han first want to knock them out?

"Heh~~. ”

A smile rose at the corner of Han Xian's mouth, and he whispered: "How it disappears, how it should come." ”

Blood-drenched.

There was no heat of the sun, but Han Xian was walking the power of the sun, and the cold snow on the ground was directly evaporated into air before the water even came.

Bai.

Implement white ground after the snow melts.

It became a white field.

This white ground is white without any grass.

It seems to be the most original color.

This was originally ridiculous, because even the old man who grew up here at the youngest age of the Patriarch of Jutian didn't know what the original color of his clan land was.

But now Han Xian is indeed saying that he knows.

Heaven and earth are windless, and blood is driving the ashes, carrying a point of ash, and wrapping a point of ash, and they fall to the ground under the control of blood.

Landing is converging.

This convergence is Han Xian's memory, outlining the beauty of the past with a pen.

How long has he been in the Fishland Land?

Have you covered every inch of your land?

At present, the memory is blurred, and then the outline is also blurred, but these ambiguities really cannot negate Han Xian's meticulous efforts.

In the outline of the blood and ashes.

A world is slowly unfolding.

Starting from the totem bronze pillar in the center of the village, derivation, blood derivation, the world is re-condensed and formed on a dime of white land.

The house and pavilion, it seems that people have been here, and Han has come first, and this 'seems' is the one who has entered the clan land at this moment to find the cognition.

The world of the fish clan, Han first relied on his memory to successfully condense it.

But he didn't stop there.

Why is there no one here?

How can there be no one here?

The ashes have been exhausted, Han Xian is carving people's faces with blood, and under the blood surge, the faces are gathered and formed, smiling faces, Han Xian must want to portray smiling faces.

But.

No matter how hard he tried, the bloody face was still cold.

It worked.

Han Xian did it this time, although every face is a cold face, but it can be regarded as Han Xian who let those faces converge and form, is this the end?

Is this the end of the serious portrayal?

It's okay to stop.

Because there are people here, and there is the world.

But one thing is certain, as long as Han Xianyi stops, then the memory world of the fish clan that has been built by serious efforts will completely collapse.

"Huh~~. ”

Tooth cutting.

It's crazy, it's Han Xian who has already gone crazy.

"Whew~~. ”

The hands are dancing and frightening, and every movement of the hands will drive a blood line to emerge vertically and horizontally, is the emergence of blood still a memory at this moment?

It seems to be.

This seems to be Han Xian's hard work to portray magic, people dare to think about anything.

The blood flashed, condensed into a talisman.

It was a huge talisman that appeared in the sky above the land of the fish clan, and when the manpower was exhausted, Han Xian wanted to use the power of the talisman to make the world he worked so hard to depict last forever.

Think?

Han Xian can think of anything.

But you really can't be whoever you want to be, you have the ability to be whom.

The runes are long-lasting through the power of heaven, if Han Xian can succeed, then the world he depicts can naturally be preserved, but can it succeed?

What did he take to succeed.

Except for the huge one, all the other talismans are ghost talismans.

"Hum. ”

Han Xian was very careful, Han Xian was very hard-working, and with careful efforts, his heart thought that all this was okay, and his own carving of the runes hanging in the air would definitely ensure that the clan land would not be lost.

"Hehe~~. ”

It's the sun shining and the sky smiling.

A glimmer of sunshine.

A little bit of sunshine.

Passing through Han Xian's talisman, passing through the memory world that Han Xian worked hard to portray, there is intangible, and the formless is saying that these are all fake.

Here, here. The only thing that has changed is that the ashes are scattered and the snow is nothing.

Without warning.

"Bang~~. ”

Falling apart, everything falling apart

The disintegration began in front of his eyes, the ghost painting talisman was shattering, the memory world was shattering, and Zhang Zhang's cold face was dying in an experience under the witness of Han Xian.

At last.

The lie of deception is destined to crumble.

The sky is clear and clear, the sun is still the sunshine, Han Xian is still Han Xian, all this seems to have happened to nothing, and he can see the sun.

"I, Han Xian, swear, no matter who you are, you will pay for your blood debt. ”

Darkness, sorrow dragged into darkness.