For the last hope, the giant bone skeleton was of course very concerned, and a pair of eyes were firmly locked on Han Xian's body, but a trace of worry had condensed in those huge pupils. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Isn't this all dead?

The skull composed of many heads of course represents a lot of unwillingness.

For a difficult death, the skull has been struggling, so how can Han Xian not fight tenaciously for his fragile life.

Of course, the feeling of being scorched by the flames was very painful, and if it was just the scorching heat on the surface, Han Xian, who had the red thread gift Dao power, could of course ignore it, and when the green flame appeared in front of him, Han Xian knew that it must be more than just a scorching fire.

But what Han Xian didn't know was that the flame was really a ghost, and he didn't even know how to put on his body.

And now I can only fight desperately with a resentful face, but with a struggle, I am getting weaker and weaker, because the surface of the body is extremely hot, and the soul is indeed extremely cold inside.

The body is supported by the external Dao power, but the inner Dao power of the soul can't control so much.

Han Xian is no stranger to cold, as if Han loves Han Xian very much, unintentionally or intentionally, he can always meet him unexpectedly.

Is it familiar with this torture?

There was no half-painful look on the face of the soul, only the closed eyes, standing in front of the Dao tree, there was a quiet and high-ranking person, and there was no trace of cold air on his body.

And all this pain, of course, only Han Xian clearly understands, he doesn't want to shrink his body, it is completely because of the persistence of his will.

But this will only lasted for a moment, and it was completely pierced, and now it's not that Han Xian doesn't want to, but he can't do it, the cold qi that penetrates deep into the soul has long frozen the soul body, and there is no chance to shrink it.

Although he is not completely dead, Han Xian clearly knows that this kind of struggle is only delaying the arrival of death, even if Dao Li can protect himself, but his soul is empty and there is no possibility of life in the long run, and at that time, Dao Li's efforts are only to keep a whole corpse for himself.

But what is the use of a soulless body, it is better to be burned to slag and scattered into the air.

Of course, Han Xian is afraid of death, and in order to live, he must also struggle today.

"Whew~~. ”

There was a slight sound in the Star Atlas World, if the giant skeleton could see through the Star Atlas World, it would definitely be stunned, Han Xian's eyes could actually break through the cold seal, and forcibly open it, facing something that could not only be done with will, but also a trace of luck, or Han Xian himself could not understand why he was so tenacious at this moment.

I don't know if it's the credit of the red thread wrapped around the fist, or the method of pretending to be a dead demon in the star map and path tree.

And what is undoubtedly certain is that they have all remained silent.

Their gang is really very subtle, and it should be very simple to break through the cold with their means, but they are destined to be very stingy, just to let Han Xian's soul regain a little consciousness.

They didn't think about asking Han Xian to thank them, and Han Xian only thought that this was his ability, and he didn't have any guilt in his heart, let alone half of his gratitude.

Now there is no time to waste, and the skeleton must be killed before he is dead.

The bean star behind the floating body and the Dao tree trembled slightly, and the light came out, and the star once again became the light of fireflies, almost invisible.

The soul's eyes need the help of external forces to regain consciousness, and the eyes on the body have never closed, and he has long been filled with pain.

Han Xian clearly wanted to live in his heart, and rolling on the ground could not extinguish the flames that were jubilant on his body, and only by smashing the skeleton in front of him could he have a chance to live.

"Toot ~~" The sound of footsteps in the forest spread slightly.

Many of the skeleton's heads were deeply shocked: "Could it be that this person is a natural god, and he can still move under his last struggle?"

The skull heads must be lamenting why Changtian is so unfair to them, and they have endured endless torture, but now they still need to suffer this endless blow.

All the souls are resentful, and now they have no choice, although the current soul body is not far from disillusionment and rebirth, but not far means that it has not yet arrived, then it should be in Bo once, because the same is true of the young man in front of him.

"Roar~~"

The giant mouth of the skeleton roared at Han Xian, the yin wind suddenly rose horizontally, and the green fire on Han Xian's body was even more jubilant, and the heavy breath echoed in the throat strongly, and when the strength was always exhausted, even if it was a gift with a red line.

But now what makes Han Xian most bitter is the soul, the eyes that finally opened are almost blurred again, and Han Xian should know that as long as his eyes are godless again, it is almost impossible to raise his fighting spirit again, and it is impossible for the demon and the red line to help Han Xian again and again, because although they have their own obsessions, it does not mean that they are willing to waste unnecessary time on useless people.

If you can't get out of the forest, then what will happen later will mean that it has nothing to do with Han Xian, and the current help is destined to be a dead and unintentional thing at that time, and no one wants to help.

Han Xian didn't have so many disturbances in his mind, only his own life had to fight for him, and he knew very well that if he slowly approached with his footsteps, he would only be a fool in the eyes of others.

If you don't get close to the skeleton, you're bound to be burned into a fire stick.

It's already painful, so what's so strong, maybe at that moment, he created a lot of miracles, and the Dao power that protected the whole body was extracted from a part.

A trace of determination appeared in the pupils of pain, and the yin wind still roared, but Han Xian gave up the senseless move of slowly approaching, his body was slightly shorter, and his body flew like a sharp arrow and a knife, straight at the giant skeleton.

Where is his vitality, Han Xian understands very well that the hole in his skull is where his life lies.

And as long as you are willing to do it, then you will definitely be able to succeed, as long as you are willing to suffer, and as long as you are willing to give up the 'imperial seal' in your hand, then there will be hope in life.

"Whew~~"

I didn't expect Han Xian's resolute skull and skull, and what I didn't expect was that the young man could forcibly vacate his body in the roaring yin wind.

How could the skeleton be willing to let the humanoid fire stick approach, the dry bone arm condensed out, and at this time, there was only a layer of invisible green light floating on the skeleton, which was left with a withered black, and such a reserved skeleton was only in a very low state of survival.

As soon as the withered hand was formed, he hurriedly slapped it towards Han Xian.

Han Xian's eyes couldn't stop being bitter, but there was no doubt that this was adding pain, if he was slapped by that withered hand, then there was only one way to die, and hiding Han Xian was really reluctant, because the heat of the body and the cold of the soul were really too torturous.

And this undoubtedly did not give Han Xian a chance to choose.

Ben had the belief that he flew directly onto the forehead of the skeleton, and with the appearance of that withered hand, it undoubtedly represented a tortuous path forward.

If you want to live, you have to endure the pain, and the Dao power to protect the body was undoubtedly part of it once again drawn out by Han Xian, and the hair was immediately roasted yellow, and the skin on the whole body was like a scorching prey on the shelf, if it was sprinkled with spices, it might be a very creepy food.

But what is certain is that such a effort is worth it, and it can't help but increase the speed of the flight, and even more so that it is leaving strength for the tortuous route.

"Whew..."

There was a sadness on the skeleton's face, and Han Xian's face did not have any joy, the skeleton's sorrow, of course, was because his final struggle could not intercept Han Xian's way as imagined, and Han Xian's dislike was, of course, because escaping the intrusion of the withered hand did not mean that he had won the right to live.

"Poof~~"

The skeleton trembled slightly, the position where Han Xian fell, he was very suggested, but this was undoubtedly no choice for him, Han Xian landed on the bridge of the skeleton's nose with a pair of feet, of course he would not stay, and there was a kick under his feet, directly above.

Although the ups and downs were like clouds and flowing water without hesitation, Han Xian's body was already overwhelmed, and a little flame appeared in his hair, and he was immediately full of it, and his torn clothes were also filled with green smoke, and the smell of meat was overflowing.

For himself, of course, Han Xian didn't have the slightest appetite, he had always thought that his soul was most likely to be frozen, so that his body and spirit would be destroyed, but now he realized that burning his butt was the real danger, and the cold on his soul was indeed the fire on his body.

The two extremes only let Han Xian reminisce alone.

But it seems that the current Han Xian has no intention of observing this, because he himself tried to forget the pain and successfully sent himself to the broken forehead of the skeleton.

The starlight in his hand had been waiting for a long time, and as soon as he sent it all down, the holy aura immediately rose, at this time, Han Xian was powerless, and there was no Dao power to support Han Xian to send the 'Emperor Seal Fragment' to the depths of the skull, and the palm of his hand was gently released, and the 'Emperor Seal Fragment' fell into the damage on its own.

A hint of laughter flowed in Han Xian's eyes, because his eyes saw a touch of holy brilliance polishing the eternal darkness, and at this time, Han Xianzai had no strength to stand up, so he could only let his body fall into the air with flames.

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