Chapter 664: It's Not as Good as Someone Else's Life
The old Dharma King smiled slightly and said, "His hands will not only grow back, but even become stronger and more powerful, and his body will not only reshape, but even surpass you, you don't have to blame yourself for it." ”
Han Jiangxue's heart was unconcealably excited, her body moved forward slightly, tried her best to restrain herself, and asked, "Seriously"
The old Dharma King folded his hands together and recited: "Amitabha, monks don't speak." He said and looked up into the distance, the gloomy sky, a meteor-like light swept through the air, it was the Heavenly Soldiers of the Nether Realm of the Eastern Court, compared to the last time, this time there were more Heavenly Soldiers of the Nether Realm.
"Amitabha. With a sigh, the old Dharma King lowered his eyes and closed his eyes, and the soft white light outside the window shone in and fell on the old Dharma King's body, and in the light, the wrinkles on his face appeared more profound, thick and vicissitudes.
Han Jiangxue saluted the old Dharma King, got up and left, walked out of the courtyard, and flew in the direction of the world.
Regardless of whether what the old Dharma King said was true or not, his words made him feel relieved, as long as there was still hope for the beacon fire, the guilt in his heart would be reduced, the beacon fire would stay in the Sword Immortal Pavilion, and he would go to the world and do what he had to do.
The Demon Removal Rift collapsed, the master died, and the Sword Immortal Pavilion also collapsed, but the spirit of the Sword Immortal Pavilion will never be erased, he feels unfair to this world, but he does not resent, no matter what the world has become, his heart has always adhered to the morality when he first entered the Sword Immortal Pavilion, and the world he wants, he must defend it with his own hands.
On Mount Meru, the Hanjiang Snow Edgeworth slid quickly through the air, flying quickly in the direction of Yizhou City.
On the Forgotten Sendai, Beacon Fire sat on the wooden machine chair, looking at the Hanjiang Snow who was far away from the sword, his eyes were like a fire-like burn, but after the burning, there was endless loss and despair, he resented Han Jiangxue for giving him hope and destroying this hope, but if Han Jiangxue was dying in front of him, he would also hand over the Ice Machine Grass to save his life.
In the final analysis, it is his life, not the life of others.
However, he didn't believe in fate, he was not reconciled, and he was unwilling to lie in a pile of wood all his life, burying his ability and ambition.
What Han Jiangxue can do, he can also do, but he can't do it anymore.
Beacon closed his eyes in pain, swallowing hard in his throat, and the fire in his mouth burned his internal organs that he was unwilling to be lonely.
In the world, in the streets and alleys, the people have stood up, looking up at the sky overhead, only to see the meteors falling from the sky, they can't see clearly that the falling is the heavenly soldiers, but they are extremely familiar with such meteors, the last time the meteor fell, not long after, the world began a cleaning operation, this time, the meteor fell towards them, and the people panicked.
"Something is going to happen, it's going to be an accident again, let's get away quickly. "Riots began in the city, and the people hurriedly packed their things and fled out of the city.
The soldiers at the gate of the city could not stop the people who were coming out of the city, shouting and trying to maintain order, but where was there order in the face of the disaster, the people in the city shouted and fled to the outside of the city, and the people outside the city fled to the deep mountains, until there was a loud "boom", and the heavenly soldiers who rushed to the ground appeared one after another, blocking the gate of the city like molten iron, and surrounded the city.
blocked the gate of the city, and the heavenly soldiers in the east court shouted loudly with weapons in their hands: "Go back, no one is allowed to go out"
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