All this will be in a dream, because only in that white world miracle will happen inexplicably, and it will happen quietly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

What's wrong with Han Xian, why are those bloodshot eyes so sluggish, is it because he is too tired, or because of his nostalgia for the white world.

Those eyes were blankly open, and the blood at the corners of the eyes had not dried, and at this time, how could there be a bloodshot status in the eyes, how could the bloodshot have a place in the vast white.

When I opened my eyes, the world was too bright to see who the figure floating in mid-air was.

But fortunately, that white color is not really domineering, at least let Han Xian discover the floating existence. Can Han Xian imagine who they are?

Does Han Xian still believe in miracles?

How this weak man has reason to reject the desires of his heart.

How much I thought that those spears that looked at the sky would be neatly laid flat on the ground, how much I thought that the objectless and colorless air could support those two majestic bodies.

And the phantom in the white, is it telling Han Xian that the spear that looks at the sky is still holding on to his grief and indignation, and his prayer for the air can be fulfilled?

When the white color dissipated, when the bloodshot reoccupied the lost ground, and at this time, the air was asking for its own credit?

Han Xian could still remember laughing, how could he not be happy, because his eyes saw that his relatives did not kiss Han Feng, let alone eagerly linger with the earth, but the silent flat float and the tip of the gun. The clutches of the heart that had been grabbed by someone finally broke free, pounded again, and kept shouting: "They are still alive, still alive." ”

I don't know how Han Xian decided that the person whose limbs hung like rice leaves still had the possibility of living, but that was the god in his heart, since he was a god, it was impossible to die easily, since Changtian was so favored by Guan Hanning and Wu Jitang, then how could they die so easily, and if they were able to escape today, they would definitely shine in the future.

What can Han Xian do at such a quiet moment, shouldn't he get up and struggle to knock some sky-looking thorns to the ground? If the air runs out of energy, then Guan Hanning and Wu Jitang are not dead ends, of course Han Xian also knows how to do it is the top priority, but if he wants to be useful, it would be good.

Han Xian did not struggle, but he also struggled, but only made a few splashes, and there were no big waves.

That pounding heart may give Han Xianxin motivation, joke, that pounding heart has become the biggest joke, and even the air around him is laughing.

The star, who had seen enough jokes in the water, couldn't hide his form, because the expression of the man above was too happy, and he fluttered out of the water as before.

Han Xian's eyes were attracted by the quiet guy again, how amazing, that little bit of white light You may help me, help me smooth those chaotic soul spears, there is no doubt that Han Xian entrusted what he couldn't do to that star, and that naughty star can know the voice of that humble person?

That star is magical, and how can such a magical existence not be able to probe into other people's hearts, that star continued to float upward, Han Xian's breathing was short again, because this was how the star surpassed Guan Hanning and them before, and this time can it be repeated, if so, who else can I pray to?

Han Xian should keep his eyes open again, because the purpose of the star leaving the water was not to return to his original starry sky, but to be curious about the person floating on the tip of the spear.

That star was so small under Guan Hanning and Wu Jitang's bodies, if Han Xian hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would definitely think that it was the power of the ghost that supported them and slowly moved to the side.

No matter how magnificent the waves are, they can't attract Han Xian's attention at this time, because in Han Xian's opinion, there will be any magic more important than saving God's life.

I forgot to breathe, and it wasn't until I saw Guan Hanning and them fall safely to the ground that I remembered who I should thank for saving them? I should thank himself, because if it wasn't for his sincere sustenance, would the star remember to drag Guan Hanning and them out of the place of death, all of this cannot be assumed.

Han Xian's brain is now filled with why, he should be sober, because the glittering drama really shouldn't be missed, a dazzling light broke through many problems, straight to Han Xian's brain, and those whys, were evaporated in an instant, not even the shadow was left, and the eyes instinctively looked for the source of the light.

When he lifted it, the huge thunderbolt ball appeared in the sky, and at this time, the light emitted by the thunderbolt ball was projected into the starry night in a domineering manner.

In Han Xian's eyes, how could there be any light in the starry night above Shi Mo's head, even if there was still a little starlight, it was also given by electric light, even a weak person like Han Xian could clearly see the situation, and could this initiator be confused with the game?

How could the people of Ning Immortal not know the development of the situation, and clearly know that all this was given away by Shi Mo, and he must have praised his wisdom countless times in his heart: "Ascending the wind is ascending the wind, indecisive, what is there to save the life of a mere martial artist, only one's own strength is the most important thing." ”

Could Shi Mo have noticed the thunder and lightning mass above Zhong Yuan's head slowly moving towards him?

It's too obvious, although the trajectory of the movement is slow, but those translucent eyes can clearly perceive everything, and at this moment, there is still a faint smile on his face?

Shi Mo, who was full of solemnity, stared coldly at the thunder and lightning mass approaching like a tide.

Although the thunder group was advancing extremely slowly, the slow speed did bring a strong wind like a knife, blowing Shi Mo's clothes violently, and the stars above his head had a sense of being blown away.

Han Xian swallowed dryly and spat at the mouth, if he had been scared away in the face of such a thunder group, Han Xian had raised himself again, if he had been cut by the strong wind.

But at this moment, it is Shi Mo, how can the wind be fierce, he will not run away, those cold eyes do not show the slightest fear, Shi Mo, who is dressed in a white robe under the starlight, is like an immortal outside the sky, and in the face of the tide that rushes towards him, it is really like a reef, without half a point of movement.

Zhong Yuan is absolutely confident in himself, can't such an opportunity shoot you to death? Even if you don't die now, you will die today.

Can Shi Mo do what Zhong Yuan wants?

Unknown.

In the slow thunder group also advanced to the territory of the starry night, the starry night seemed to know that his territory was violated by others, the starlight that was originally discolored and under the electric light was once again bright, and the starry night gave up the tranquility and began to run rapidly, and of course Han Xian on the ground could not understand it.

And that Zhong Yuan could understand what it was, and said silently in his heart: "Heavenly Policy"?"

The answer is undoubtedly yes, but it doesn't matter at the moment: "Even if it's Tiance, hmph, I can cripple you." ”

The stars above Shi Mo's head were moving faster and faster, and Han Xian's eyes couldn't catch their tracks, only knowing that it was a mess.

And at this time, the slow thunder group successfully reached the starry night, so what is there to hesitate, does the tide hit the reef, the thunder mass is broken or the reef is destroyed?

Han Xian couldn't see these clearly, because those eyes were blinded by the light in the sky, how could Han Xian be able to explore the universe inside with such a realm.

Zhong Yuan couldn't stop laughing, because the thunder group did not stop for half a minute, it was still moving forward, and he himself was not idle, he grabbed the thundercloud with one hand, and the electric snake lurking in the stratus was easily caught in his hand, and the unruly electric snake was instantly tamed into an electric spear condensed in his hand, how can Zhong Yuan not show heroism in this situation, the electric spear shook lightly, and laughed: "Brother Shi, how about this move of the eldest brother." ”

How could Shi Mo have time to pay attention to him now, because the thunder group was crushed all the way to bully his face, and his reef was about to be smashed by the tide?

The corners of his mouth climbed slightly on his calm face, whether he was confident or self-deprecating.

The thunder group hesitated because it might be an old friend of his master, there was a roadblock in front of him, Shi Mo's back was pulled very long, and the straight spine seemed to be a nail firmly nailed in the air, without half a point of retreat, the back only existed for a short time, because the thunder group completely submerged Shi Mo.

Those stars running in the sky did not stop because Shi Mo was devoured, Zhong Yuan glanced at the stars and knew that Shi Mo was not dead, would he be disappointed?

Everything was expected.

The thunder group was very nostalgic for Shi Mo, as if they wanted to digest him in situ, and even the pace of progress stopped.

Zhong Yuan's spear was raised, and just as he raised it, the vast thunder light darkened violently, and the starlight around him lost its light.

Han Xian, who was temporarily robbed of his eyes by the light, also fell into endless darkness in an instant, his eyes were still open, and his head turned to the side with difficulty, only darkness remained, but now Han Xian couldn't find kindness in it.

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