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They were the first children, a group of ten or so hungry children, with sallow faces, ragged clothes, some of which were covered with filth, smelly, and their hair was all long and uncut for months, and they stood barefoot in front of Su Huachen, so that he could not tell for a moment whether it was a man or a woman. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Some of these children's hair was still mixed with wood chips and leaf stalks, and they were brought back by Wen Zixiang so suddenly and randomly, like a group of livestock that went to the market to buy back the mark.

Su Huachen's heart was sharpened by Wen Zixiang during this period of time, but he was also taken aback, but he was only aroused by this familiar scene, as he is now, it is naturally not the first time he has seen these children, but he also has a limited understanding, the only thing that Su Huachen knows is that this is a group of children who have fallen into the clutches of the devil and will never be able to turn over.

Su Huachen's heart ached faintly, and he couldn't help but start to feel heartache for these children. They are just a group of children, no matter how many people Su Huachen has killed in the past few decades, and no matter how much torture he has endured by Wen Zixiang, he has already looked down on life and death, but the pain he experienced in his childhood, let Su Huachen see this situation again, how can he be indifferent? Every time he thinks of what his master will do to these children in the future, Su Huachen feels a chill, and he doesn't want to see those scenes again.

Thinking like this, in the outside world, Su Huachen's body began to tremble inexplicably, and Meng Nanxun behind him still maintained the action of pinching him, his eyes looked ahead, but his expression was a little sluggish, and he seemed to be trapped in something. And in the distance, Yan Yan and Lang Hatian were still fighting tirelessly, and in the dazzling dark blue moon, a vigorous figure came out, wrapped in thunder and lightning, avoiding the pillar of fire, and rushed towards Yan Yan, and the huge circular thunder and lightning behind him were slowly compressed and compressed by unknown forces. Finally, in Lang Hatian's hand, it shrank into a ball the size of a head. He threw it hard, hitting the unsuspecting opponent, and the blue ball of light spiraled out of Yan's stomach, Yanyan's body was bowed, bending forward, and his heels plowed two long marks on the ground, and the brilliant blue shone in front of it, pushing it backwards, and there, in the flesh and blood, left a hole, and blood gushed out of it. The terrifying momentum finally stopped, Yan Yan knelt on one leg, the hole in his belly was suppressed by the residual power of violent thunder and lightning, unable to recover quickly, blood flowed, and in the blink of an eye, a reckless forest was destroyed.

Lang hated the sky continued to soar, his small body moved, stepping on the void, step by step, looking slow, but when he was breathing, he was already in front of the prostrate Yanyan, raised his fiery fist, and was about to blast down again without mercy. In the midst of the lightning, the god of fate once again laid out his weight, but this time it was on the balance that belonged to the side of the flames.

The fist that bloomed with thunder and lightning was suddenly restricted by a kind of field, and the surroundings were like being filled with super glue, making it difficult for Lang to advance even an inch, let alone attack the opponent. In Lang Hatian's surprised gaze, Yan Yan slowly stood up, his blazing gaze was aimed at Lang Hatian, and the scenery around him changed instantly, and he once again entered the sea of fire, the world built by the will of fire.

The boundless fire, everywhere, was burning Lang hating the sky, the thunder and lightning around him, stained with those flames that came out of thin air, like the tentacles of an octopus that had been stung, suddenly retracted, the thunder that was so arrogant and violent before, now it is actually invincible to the seemingly ordinary flames?!

The thunder light was retreating, and the world of fire gradually shrank in Lang Hatian's eyes, squeezing towards him, and the scorching eyes stared at him hotly, and the sense of restraint became more and more serious. Suddenly, the flames disappeared and turned into a big hand, firmly grasping Lang Hatian inside.

"Tsk, it's too inferior, you have the power of thunder and lightning, but it's not enough, it lacks its own mind. ”

Until this time, Lang hated the genius and felt that he had been deceived by the ugly monster in front of him, and he roared angrily, wanting to break free and fight to the death. But there was still a flame around that big hand, so that Lang hated the sky like a mud cow into the sea, and he didn't know where to go. Feeling the restlessness of the other party in the palm of his hand, Yan Yan was unhappy, and its horns began to glow again, and the dull horns were now as dazzling as glow sticks, and at the top, they gathered a dazzling light, just like breaking through the barrier of the snow and rain listening to the wind map before, deriving two lines of fire, but they did not converge in mid-air, they slanted diagonally, towards the direction of the big hand, and then staggered around Lang Hatian.

"Zizizi~~"

The line of fire ignored the armor of thunder and lightning and stuck directly to his skin, so how could it withstand the scorching temperature, it directly made a penetrating sound. Lang's roar immediately turned into a scream. This is not the end, the line of fire is not simply tied up and burned, but around the bright line, little by little, it begins to twist, generating some symbols, which look like a dancing tongue of fire, obscure and blurred, but it is true, giving others a sense of spiritual oppression, and it is not only that kind of temperature that is terrifying.

"That... That's!"

Meng Nanxun shouted out all of a sudden, and the force on his hands suddenly increased, and Su Huachen, who was just about to wake up leisurely from the scene in the memory, was so made by Meng Nanxun that he only had time to "Wow!" and fainted again in his throat.

"One of the potentials of the will of fire, 'Fire Bound'. She muttered, looking stunned, instinctively, as if speaking for someone who didn't exist.

"It's a pity, it's just a three-pinted division. ”

She was excited, suddenly disappointed, and then pulled herself together again, looking eagerly at Lang Hatian, wanting to see in him what she wanted to see, a moment of miracle.

"Come on, Lang Hatetian, don't let me down. ”

Just as she said this, the mysterious symbols generated by the two fire lines wrapped around Lang Hatetian's body manifested more clearly, they flickered, gathered and scattered, and finally pasted on the fire line, the seemingly simple fire immediately became sacred and mysterious, and then actually slowly pulled and retracted. But Lang Hattian's body was still tightly held in Yan Yan's hands, and he didn't move, but something seemed to be separated from Lang Hattian, and it was being dragged out of his body.

It turned out that what was fiercely bound by the fire rope was the ethereal-looking thing, another will hidden in Lang Hattian's body!

"Don't sleep anymore, wake up quickly!" Meng Nanxun urged.

Along the two flames, a shimmering sound came into Lang Hatian's mind.

"Come, come, come to me。。。。。。 "That voice, I can't tell the gender, I don't know who said it, it's very strange, as if it came from a more distant world, and has the power to burn everything. "Come into my body, we are one, why should we be separated. ”

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