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Colorful shadows.

"Hum~~. ”

At the moment when the words in Sheng Su's mouth had just stopped, at the moment when his approval completely dissipated into the air, the blood mass that locked Yagongzi's body exploded instantly.

Confusion.

Under the glow, chaotic shapes.

How can the colorful glow of blood and light not be confused.

In it, in the collapse of the blood shadow, in the background of the colorful colors, the body of Yagongzi was presented in front of everyone.

The once triumphant heroes have reappeared.

Glory?

If he can appear, it represents his victory, so how can he not be glorious.

The light is shining, there is blood light, and there is also colorful glow.

These are the foils of his supreme glory.

Winner.

But this victor seemed to too many people to reveal something inexplicable in his radiance.

What is it?

It could be sad.

Certainty is sorrow.

Why is it inexplicable, you must know that the unspeakable pain is the real pain.

There is no good piece of meat all over the body.

Is there not a piece of meat.

There is only one skeleton left standing, so can it not be sad?

Peeling, Han Xian intended to peel the skin, he seemed to have really done it, and he did it perfectly, starting from the head of Yagongzi and ending with the nails on the soles of his feet.

One inch, one inch.

One point, one point.

The skin on it is gone.

Under the skin, there is no good meat, the bones are so clean, and there is no trace of flesh color on this cleanliness, they are gone, and they are all deboned and cleaned by themselves.

The once good-looking skin and flesh were wiped out under Han Xian's torture.

It's all sorted.

Yakoki's bones.

The creation of the heavens, the place where the essence of evil is hidden, is completely exposed to the air, and everything in it is presented to people without reservation.

Bone.

The bones that were smeared with the remnants of the blood mass were in the wrapping of this bone, the heart chamber, where he had been pursuing and exploring.

Ethereal breath.

Out there.

Holy and colorful.

Also from there.

"Nuwa Stone. ”

Is that colorful light the 'Nuwa Stone' that Sheng Su Shuang's mouth said?"

Anything else?

In Yagongzi's body, which is covered with bones and bad water, can you find other places that resemble Nuwa Stone?

Holy color.

Flawless looks.

Each sweep of the seven-colored light would carry a soft breath of life towards the empty skeleton.

This does not bode well.

Then be careful.

Then Han Xian should be careful.

But now that he is intoxicated with the holiness of Nuwa Stone, he is indeed a little distracted, such an opportunity, how could Yagongzi, who has been alive, give up.

"Hum~~. ”

A skeleton.

When the body was still a skeleton, Yagongzi dragged the hollow all over his body, and the skull with the pearl in his palm rushed towards Han Xian's body.

"Whew~~. ”

In Yagongzi's chest, the Nuwa stone shone warmly.

Start with the ends.

Start with Yakoki's scalp nails.

Derive from.

The scalp that was stripped off is deriving, and this derivation is Huafa is born, and in the same way, Ya Gongzi is also deriving when his nails are knocked off, and then the white flesh is suddenly revealed.

"Whew~~. ”

Non-stop.

In the dullness of his gaze, the holes in Yakoki's bones were filled in minute by minute, and all the white flesh was converging towards the center.

It's a blessing.

This world is fortunate, fortunate to see, the face of jealousy, the traces of his evolution.

Carved for a point.

Cut a minute.

Ya Gongzi's supreme appearance once again suffocated too many women in the world, and once again appeared between heaven and earth, and that face once again made all men in the world sin for it.

Pretty.

Pretty.

Eat one's heart out.

Resentment.

It's that too many men in today's world want to peel off the skin that belongs to Yakozi and cover their faces, they think, many men think so.

Too much is not the only one.

But only Han Xian, whose eyes were a little dull, didn't.

He's still him.

Yakoe is still Yakoki.

The enmity that does not share the sky will always be the enmity that does not share the sky.

He was still the man he wanted to kill.

But now he's almost there.

"Haha~~. ”

Looking at Han Xian's intoxication and obsession, Yagongzi laughed out loud in his stupid mouth and roared: "You are finally going to die, you are finally going to die under my hands." ”

What do you want to do with what you want to do, do you want to remind?

Ya Gongzi, who howled so loudly, seemed to be a little stupid, but Han Xian seemed to be even more stupid at this moment, and he seemed to be still in a dream under his bothered reminder.

There is definitely more than one person alive in the dream.

Finally?

Men?

Could it be that the recast Yakoe is living in a dream?

At this moment, Han Xian is still alive and well, does the crazy roar in his mouth think that Han Xian will stand there stupidly and let him kill him all the time?

Standing.

Standing.

Standing all the time.

How not.

It's just that it's really stupid.

Such an opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so seize it.

Just as Ya Gongzi continued to pounce, on his body, in his heart, the colorful Nuwa stone flashed slightly, and a ray of light broke through his heart and went straight to Han Xian's brain.

"Whew~. ”

and color.

Intoxicated.

People are still shocked by the magic of Nuwa Stone, but they don't know that the deadly edge has bitten in front of them.

Godlessness is like being defenseless.

Not merciful.

Even if Nuwa appeared here in person, there would be no mercy, not to mention that it was still the evil villain Yagongzi, who wanted his life while Han stayed first.

Colorful swirling.

Enter the front of the Korean first.

"Whew~~. ”

Disappear.

The pupils of his eyes turned white, and his body shook slightly, and the wisps of Nuwa Stone Seven Colors completely rushed into his skull.

Immediately dull and realistic.

Immediately dull and even more stupid.

"Haha~~. ”

What else is there to worry about, what is there to hesitate about.

Yakoe laughed happily in peace of mind.

In the same way, the body that flew in was the same non-stop, and the pearl skeleton in his hand was raised high, looking at Han Xian's head, in the eyes of Ya Gongzi, that was the beginning of Han Xian's death.

Then don't stop.

The face was ecstatic, and the flawless skull pearl was smashed down.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him.

Then go on without stopping.

"Whew~~. ”

The light that doesn't stop.

"Shh~~~. ”

Bloody bewitchment.

It's a cold air, and people are frozen in it, and people are frozen in it.

Who hasn't stopped?

Who's going on?

Who is frozen?

Bulging eyes.

The look of disbelief in the pain was smeared layer after layer, and these unwilling eyes stared at the killing god in front of him, and there were too many of his reasons to ask.

Nearly 100,000.

Who is it?

Who wouldn't want to believe?

And who made the god of death the god of death?

"Ya'er ....."

The panic is impatience, and this is the cry of pain.

This roar was, of course, the mournful cry of Ya Lianque's father, Ya Jue Li, who stared at his child with bloodshot eyes.

Sad.

The sorrow of relatives is the strongest.

There is nothing more painful in the world than a white-haired person sending a black-haired person, not to mention that the breakage of black-haired hair is completely happening in front of his eyes, and every detail of it can be seen clearly.

Maybe even Yakomi himself doesn't have the real experience of Yaji.

In the distance.

In the midst of the eight formations, Ya Jueli must have seen a trace of fierceness flash on Han Xian's seemingly sluggish face, and he was shocked in his heart, but when the 'careful' in his mouth was still only rushing in his throat, his eyes had already seen a sad shadow again.

Knife up.

In what you see in the Ya Jue calendar, it is in the pride of Ya Gongzi.

There was no change in the stupidity on Han Xian's face, it was still a hypocritical stupidity, and he was a false stupidity, so the eyes of Yagongzi who were close in front of him successfully missed the grim reaper's cold smile.

Hands.

The demon knife rises.

Did you notice it?

Han Xian's face was changing, and his dull depiction was cold, but compared to the change in the demon knife in his hand, everything on his face was just running along.

It lifts.

It's bright.

It's right under the eye, is it alarmed, is it noticed?

It hurts.

The moment Yakoe saw the demon knife, it was already the moment when he was cold and painful.

In what you see, in your own powerlessness, in your own inability to change, then everything can only choose to accept it most passively.

The demon knife came into my heart.

Hurt.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him.

This law of the winner always wins, I also believe in it, the demon knife is wedged in the heart of the Nuwa stone on the chest of Yagongzi, since it is here to let you be reborn and resurrected again and again, then I will kill him fundamentally.

Hard.

"Hiss~~. ”

Is Nuwa Stone tough?

But how can it not be tough, but the demon knife is sharp, and in tenacity, it is just a stone abandoned by Nuwa, and the edge cuts in.

The hand is more than strong.

Cut in a cut.

"Hiss~~. ”

Crackling, shattering.

This thin sound is like the sound of a broken heart, and the demon knife is nailed to the heart of Yagongzi, although the point is cut into the Nuwa stone, it cannot be denied that it is also the heart part.

"Hiss~~. ”

It's still a whisper.

The aggravation intensified, and the sound of shattering became stronger and stronger.

Heart-wrenching.

Keep killing, keep chopping, this heart is determined by itself.

"Okay, don't you stop?"

Cold, indifferent, commanding.

What was that?

Other sounds in the whisper.

The voice that sounded in Han Xian's own ears, but he could be sure that it was the voice from the Eight Formations, this was the voice that roared from the mouth of Ya Gongzi's father, Ya Jue Li, what did this mean?

Intercede?

How could he stop the knife that killed him.

It is even less likely that he will accept his orders.

Hard.

Progressive.

"Bang~~. ”

The sound that was originally a small fragment exploded in an instant.

Finally revealed.

The essence of this broken voice was finally exposed, this broken voice did not come from the Nuwa Stone in Yagongzi's heart, it was indeed from the skull of the pearl in his hand that was tightly linked to the same fate.

A crack is a crack in it.

Brokenness is its shattering.

And after a cracking sound, the Mingzhu skeleton was completely scum, but the Yagongzi under the demon knife did disappear strangely.

"Hey~~. ”

How could he have disappeared?

How could he be willing to disappear?

Weirdly, he disappeared from under Han Xian's knife, and in the next moment, he was already standing proudly, right on the Nuwa Stone in his heart, and the demon knife cut was there.

He really suffered a stab from himself.

It should be said that he really died once, but it was the skull pearl in his hand that died on his behalf, he smiled again in the distance, and said: "Han Xian, your life is written down for the time being, wait a while, it won't be long before I Yalianque will come to get it." ”

"Whew~~. ”

Talk off.

After speaking, the person who spoke directly left Han Xian and left.

Is this an escape?