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Glancing at the war dragon gun in his hand, Xia Xin smiled bitterly, then took off all the items on his body, and sent them all into the inside of the war dragon gun, and then threw it at Zheng Yinyang, and glanced at Zheng Yinyang, who was pressing the demon venerable, the bitterness at the corner of Xia Xin's mouth faded, and he turned around with a firm expression, facing the black big handprint and the black god that stabbed at his eyebrows, without the slightest fear, on the contrary, the spiritual power surged, the artistic conception fluctuated, and he wanted to fight hard. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

If you want to say that you are not afraid at all, it is fake, but Xia Xin is in the shadow of the dark world, I don't know how many times I have lived and died, although it is only in understanding, but the experience is real, if you die in the dark world, it is really dead.

When the distance between the two attacks of the demons was only ten zhang, Xia Xin's hand was decided, and he slowly closed his eyes, eight zhang, six zhang, and three zhang.

Xia Xin's body trembled, his skin was torn apart by the energy brought by the palm print, and he instantly became a bloody person, and then when there was only one zhang left, Xia Xin's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened and closed, and the originally normal eyes became half of the pupils and eyeballs, and they all showed a half-moon shape, and at the same time, after the hand was sealed, Xia Xin opened his mouth and shouted: "Yin.. Yang. ”

When the words fell, two beams of light burst out directly from his eyes, and those two words were as if they were spoken, and they fused with the two beams, each facing an attack from the demon.

Bang, bang.

The two beams of light collided with the black big mudra and the black god like an egg hitting a stone, and just by touching, they turned into nothingness, and they were completely destroyed, and the two attacks were not blocked at all, and they hit Xia Xin unabated.

Xia Xin, whose face was covered in blood, slowly closed his eyes again, this time his hands didn't move, just stood there... Waiting for death! In his mind, he recalled the scenes of the past, and finally fixed on a face that was extremely similar to himself, and sighed in his heart, after all, he still wanted to die?

Jiuwu Zidong's old face was like ashes, the color of guilt overflowed on his face, Chi Jun, who was sealed by demons and thrown on the ground, couldn't bear to look at it at this moment, and blamed himself in his heart and asked himself, since when will the mainland not even be able to protect a descendant?

The demon let out a cruel grin, this ant was finally going to be killed by his own hands, and secretly said in his heart that this was the end of opposing their great demons, and no one would be an exception.

And Xia Xin, who was still in place, waited for a long time and felt a little wrong, not only was he not attacked, but even the tingling sensation in his skin that he had all the time disappeared, his eyelids blinked, he opened them, and at first glance he saw a majestic back and a straight body, as if no wind and rain or tribulation could crush it.

"Master.Fu.." Xia Xin pursed his mouth, gritted his teeth and called softly, and the second time, he still shouted that difficulty, not because he had no strength, nor was he afraid, but he endured all the grievances and did not let that weak emotion be exposed.

Dressed in a plain white shirt, his hair is slightly messy, but that temperament has not changed, who is it not Zheng Yinyang?

"You.. Well done!"

It was only five words, and it didn't contain too many emotions, but when Xia Xin heard it, he trembled, and the corners of his eyes could no longer stop the misty wetness, and tears slid down.

The man has tears and doesn't flick, Xia Xin can be indifferent in the face of life and death, but under these five words, he cried... However, he didn't feel ashamed, because this was what his master said to him, and it was his master's affirmation and recognition of him, which greatly comforted Xia Xin, who had gone through hardships.

What else did he want to say, but the next moment, a warm and powerful big hand patted his head, and Zheng Yinyang said the second sentence without looking back.

"Leave the rest to the master!"

Hearing this, Xia Xin only felt a strong sense of exhaustion surging into his heart, only to feel that his eyes were dark, and then he became chaotic, and the world was spinning, and he faintly seemed to see a fat man hugging him, and then he fell unconscious.

......

"Where am I?"

In the guest room, the luxurious environment, revealing the style of the noble occasion, on the bed, the gold wire futon covers a person who is tightly wrapped in a white bandage, impermeable, and only half of his face is exposed, it can be seen that he is a teenager, and at this moment he stroked his head and got up, the expression of half of his face was slightly painful, and after opening one eye, he looked around in confusion and opened his mouth to mutter.

At this moment, with a bang, the door was opened, and a fat man in a hurry walked in or rushed in, holding a jade bowl, exuding steaming heat, as soon as the fat man came in, he went straight to the table and chair, put down the jade bowl, and touched his ears with both hands instantly, and his mouth was still muttering something, looking indignant.

Then he seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye, and immediately looked towards the bed, his small eyes were wide, and all the dissatisfaction was left behind, and he stepped forward in surprise and said, "You finally woke up?"

"Zhou.. Shigeru?" the boy on the bed said tentatively.

"Hey, hey Brother Di, where do you remember me?" This little fat man is Zhou Mao in the Nine Hidden Ladder, Cheng Hui's personal disciple, showing an extremely exaggerated expression at this moment, and that young man Needless to say, it is our protagonist.

Pulling open the futon with difficulty, Xia Xin found that his whole body was wrapped in white bandages, which was called layered on top of each other, which made him very inconvenient to move, and at the same time felt the pain coming from all over his body, he exhaled lightly, looked at the little fat man in front of him, and many doubts struck, so he asked:

"Why are you here?"

The most important thing is, what about the master? What about the Demon Venerables? What about the old man of the Ninety-Five Clan? What happened in the end?

When Zhou Mao heard this, his joy suddenly disappeared, his face was depressed, and he looked at Xia Xin with some resentment, as if the latter had done something to him.

Xia Xinhuan had all kinds of worries, and when he saw such a gaze at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a chill crawling up his back, and he was cold and fluttering, and immediately cleared away those unhealthy thoughts and asked again.

"I was abandoned... So here it is. Zhou Mao pouted, lowered his head, and rubbed the corners of his clothes with the fingers of his hands, looking like his little daughter-in-law had been wronged.

Xia Xin, who finally drove away the cold, had some green tendons on his head burst out at this time, and roared, "Speak well." "I really can't stand this fat man's behavior.

Zhou Mao's expression was retracted, his movements stopped, and he said, "My master and your master are gone, and you have been in a coma for nearly ten days." ”

"Gone?" Xia Xin muttered to himself, and then knew that the demon trouble under Qifan had been lifted, otherwise it would be impossible to leave Zhou Mao alone here with him. After figuring out this crucial question, Xia Xin asked again: "Cheng Hui's predecessor is also here?" He remembered that before he fell into a coma, Cheng Hui was not there, could it be that he came later?