Hell to Heaven.

Humble to noble.

The bubbles, the lowest kind, the most humble kind, maybe a slightly louder gust of wind can wear this bubble into nothingness, but now.

Chao for Tian Shelang, twilight to the Tianzi Hall.

"Haha~!"

Tianzi Hall?

What kind of climb is this, this is the lowest kind of one day, with too many incredible coincidences, he successfully plotted to usurp the throne and became the Son of Heaven.

Son of Heaven, untouchable.

"Haha~!"

is the lowest species, so how willing the noble throne is, of course it will struggle, its will, it would rather die than obey.

But when things come to an end, there is still room for turnover, even if you die, you can't do it.

"Haha~!"

Laughter, laughter echoed, it was not easy to turn over and become a celestial, how could it be possible to give up, it must be impossible to give up.

Beautiful flowers want to fall apart.

And the bubble clings to anything and everything that is possible, anything that is possible, everything that is possible.

Nothing is impossible, whenever I think it is a desperate situation, the sun's rays are sprinkled on the tired body, so comfortable, whether it is early in the morning, or noon, or even dusk, the bubbles can find the hope of comfort from it.

Swallow the sun.

I survived the day.

And what about the night?

Night after night, night is deep, but no matter how deep the night is, no matter how dark the clouds cover the night, the bubbles can smell the fragrance of the moon.

Are bubbles tired?

Tortured, past the dawn of the sun, of course tired, but the bubble still feels tired, he hasn't fallen yet, it's still alive, it can still smell the softness of the moon.

Ning Yuehua.

Cycle.

Flowers are broken, bubbles are strong.

Now this can still be called a bubble, it has become a drop of water, transparent color, flawless color, pure and cleanest, gently attached to the petals.

But noble is still noble.

In the eyes of the noble flower, the holy drop of water condensed by this bubble is still the essence of the lowly seed, it cannot have itself, split or split, reject or repel.

But the bubbles that became water droplets have taken hold.

Swallowing the sun, I don't know how many days and moons, it may be ten years, it may be a hundred years, and it may be more than a thousand years.

Ning Yuehua, I don't know how many days and moons, but it is ten years, it may be a hundred years, and it may be more than a thousand years.

"Haha~!"

Millennial precipitation, millennium and so on.

The water droplets are condensed and formed, the backbone that stands up, the handsome face, the long snow-colored hair dancing, how beautiful, how beautiful, such a face, such a look, who knows what kind it is.

If I say that I am God, then all the people in the world will consider themselves to be descendants of God.

Cheap breed.

The lowest kind.

The flower knows, the flower that was forcibly occupied knows that it is a cheap seed, even if this handsome boy becomes the first of the young generation, in the heart of the flower, it is still a cheap seed.

I don't want to dissipate all the time.

And the seed of God is tormented by this disintegration all the time.

"Haha~~!"

The sub-line of the mountain wolf, the ambition is even more rampant.

The first demon clan is the White Emperor, this White Emperor is Shao Hao, what kind of demon is it, the demons in the world don't know, they only know that it was born, and all the demon clan boys are all lying down, so it really became a descendant of God as it said.

Split.

Although this split was painful, one day Shao Hao did find that it could become his most proud means, and it became his last reliance.

Then in order to win Han Xian.

You can taste the pain of division accumulated for thousands of years, and you can also taste the torture I have suffered for thousands of years, and sacrifice your body with my thousands of years of accumulation, which is a kind of ultimate respect.

"Sunfront. ”

Sunfront?

This is the voice that Han Xian shouted out in his heart, of course, this is also the means of the star map's struggle, Star Knot Sun Fengying, is this trying to erase Shao Hao with this?

Is it possible?

Am I so stupid?

"Whew~!"

At this moment, the sun front doesn't know whether it should be understood as pathetic or should be thought of as very necessary, it is not doing the way of grinding and strangulation, its appearance is attached to its own body.

It's simple.

Protect yourself, let this body that is falling apart have a trace of involvement, and you can still breathe for a while.

What about the effect?

'Hehe, I can't say that there is none, at least it is a little sluggish and falling apart, but any pair of eyes, any person can know that this slight stagnation is really pitiful, really sad, and its stagnation seems to be just for people to suffer more. ’

Suffer?

Haha, life.

Survival is the most important thing, how to live is the most important thing, live now, what about the next second, how to live after accepting the extreme pain for a second?

A second?

What's wrong with one second, don't you struggle for a second?

Who said that I only have pain in one second, although it is more pain, but I have struggled to continue to live in the next second.

"Hum~~!"

There is still life to continue to build.

"Yiying~!"

According to the shadow, the split palm suddenly condensed the holiness of the Buddha, to the head, that is the evil demon and the demon, the beautiful flower in front of Shaohao's head, that is the essence of all evil, the division stems from it, then as long as it is broken, I can live, not only can I live for the next second, but also for a long time, in order to live for a long time, it must die.

"Whew~!"

According to the shadow to make a knot, the fist of the first yang power doubled.

Buddha, the heart of the Buddha in the world is the most firm, the Buddha's piety, their heart is the most determined, I have a grand wish, I am willing to repay with one body, and return the hell to the emptiness, what a great determination, with such a belief what can not be done.

So, Buddha.

The Buddha who is determined to clench his firm fist, smash it, and save himself.

"Whew~!"

Closeness is always an inch of closeness, this proximity makes people painful, this proximity makes people sigh, it turns out that the great and determined Buddha is unreliable.

It seems to cherish the beauty of the flower, too.

Those who are close follow suit, those who are close are timid, and in the end, under the sad faces of all kinds of regretful sighs, the Buddha also fell far away under the pomegranate skirt of the beautiful flowers.

Incompetent, wasteful, ridiculous.

The Buddha is lying down, I still have my life, I can continue to struggle, I still have demons to continue to create.

Yiying is still burning Yiying, his hands are crushed and painful, he is struggling with the demon knife and the blood, domineering and grandiose, unparalleled in the world, where I go, who will dare to be.

Chop it up.

The demon knife, the knife provoked the blood intent to derive withered glory, and slashed towards the bright flower in front of Shaohao's head and forehead, killing it must kill it, otherwise what else can I do to save this body.

'Whew~!'

The demon knife came out, and the smashing air seemed to live up to expectations, but as it approached step by step, it was indeed getting more and more strange, and the demon was swaying as if the demon was hesitating.

Hesitate.

Hesitate.

In hesitation.

Could it be that all the demons in the world are lustful, is it possible that the domineering demons who have always been self-centered are also overwhelmed by the grace of beautiful flowers, are you crazy, what are you hesitating about, I have an emperor and hegemony in your world, and your fairy road is exclusive to one person, and one person is immortal?

'Hey~!'

Sighing lightly, the Buddha is a hungry ghost in the color.

Inverted skirt underneath.

In sighing, the devil is a ghost in the same way.

Also inverted skirt down.

Is it dead, is it over, is it dead?

Hard bones, teeth have been broken and scattered, and from the rupture of the body, the heart, liver, lungs and kidneys are all revealed, they are reluctant, they hold each other, they cry and cry, but they are already doing goodbye, the connection between them is too weak.

It could be the next second.

It could be the next moment.

Our Han Xian has become Han Xian in the long river of history, immortal death, death will never come back, I want to stay, I really want to be together, but I can't keep it, but fate is too ruthless, they are so ruthless, they have a ruthless sword in their palms, and they want to cut everything off.

Is it dead?

The flesh is tormented, and the flesh that is dying of torture is saying with its own powerlessness, 'That's it, I'm struggling with powerlessness.' ’

So is it dead?

"Hmph~!"

There is also a cold snort, and it can still make a sound, this is still the voice that belongs to me Han Xian, this is the unyielding soul that belongs to it, it looks up and sees the sky.

Five stars on it.

Now there is only one bright, the first sun, the sun, the shadow, and the withered glory, all of which are dim and can not find traces, only the star 'Jingyi' is still shining with its own luster.

Time stands still.

Space unique.

It is the only one of silence, the only one of silence.

The face was raised, the cracks on the cheeks appeared from time to time, and the bite in the mouth roared: "How about helping me once, how about we kill together once?"

Will you disagree?

The sparkling, its brightness, its gentle blinking seemed to be silently and firmly saying: 'The sword mountain and the sea of fire, the water is deep, the ends of the world, I am willing to go with you.'" ’

The law of quiet one, quiet one.

"Buzz~!"

My law, the only light, the only hope, the physical body has been defeated, then it is time for the soul to kill, to fight for a living eternity.

"Kill~!"

Jingyi, Jingyi at this moment does not need to take himself out of a long distance, just in front of him, as long as he sends his body to the flower, as long as I can reach out, as long as I can break it, then this divisive power will definitely disappear.

Static one, the law.

How could it disappoint you, in an instant, everything turned around in a trance.

Flowers are in front, people are in the back.

The soul of the person, Han Xian's soul has successfully arrived, so take a shot, destroy the flower with a spicy hand, uproot it, and cut off her roots, ah no, don't pull out the roots, if there is a rhizome, maybe it can still breathe, just cut it off, cut it off, it will definitely die.

Shoot.

What do you want to do?

Do you want to use your feet?

Yes.

No matter how beautiful it is, whether it is a species formed for thousands of years, or a bubble shadow, it will definitely become a fly ash and cannot die.

Lift your legs, use your feet, step on them.

Still standing?

What do you want to do, why are you hesitating, what are you hesitating?

Are you stupid, stupid, stupid?

Man.

Men become Buddhas and demons, but men often have a common disease that they can't quit, they can't walk when they see beautiful women, and what about Han Xian now?

It seems that this common disease that cannot be stopped has penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

I can't even walk when I see beautiful flowers.