If luck is luck,

Then Feng Xiaohan is undoubtedly the most tangled individual in the world,

Countless unbelievable experiences, every time there is a great disaster, there will be noble people to help, this kind of luck against the sky is incomparable.

But at the same time, he's also the unluckiest one.

Fatherless and motherless, he was raised by a dragon with a bad temper, and before coming to the human world, he had to fight with monsters almost every day, facing countless threats to life and death.

After coming to the human world, he suffered a lot from being out of step with the environment, and now he is threatened by strange toxins such as ink candles.

Knowing that the end is near, and even clearly calculating when you will die, there is nothing more frightening than that.

The three-foot front came to the front of Feng Xiaohan,

The killing intent is pervasive, and the cold wind is biting.

He could even feel the faint, but very clear, tingling sensation that appeared on his face when the sword qi struck him.

"If there is a sword ...... at this time"

These words sounded in Feng Xiaohan's mind, and the waves rising from the sea spread to a deeper level, and Wanyan Jinmang was like oil floating on water.

Sticky but not heavy.

That's exactly what he thought,

This phrase is a desire and a need.

So this phrase can also be understood like this - I need a sword!

But it can't be an ordinary sword,

Because the three-foot blade is the most top-ranked sword in the world's famous sword directory, it is incomparably sharp, and it can cut through the cold wind and cut the air out of thin air.

So it must be a peerless sword.

In the deepest part of Feng Xiaohan's sea, those waves spread to the entire sea surface almost instantly, including areas that even Feng Xiaohan himself had never been.

The dark red lonely hill seems even more lonely,

There are scattered debris under the surface of the sea, which are the remnants of the coral islands that were previously here.

The fragments were swept up by the waves, then fell, and so on and so on became more and more fragmented.

The dragon in the Savage Valley, far away, snorted, or more accurately, sneezed.

It opened its wistful eyes, its erected pupils full of doubts in addition to coercion, and a feeling from afar made its nose tickle a little.

What's going on?

Its claws were further down the hole, far from the skull.

Because I am too lazy to become a human body to scratch the itch,

So it had to rub its tentacles on its nose, but it didn't expect to sneeze twice because of it.

The dragon suddenly remembered something, and it was slightly off

head, looking somewhere,

The huge head ran over countless gold coins and magic weapons, making a rattling sound that sounded very pleasant.

There is the direction of the human world.

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......

The human world is huge, but for Chijun, who is infinitely close to the Sanctuary, distance is not a limit.

He was still dressed in red, sitting in a courtyard to the south of a certain temple, and because he hadn't cleaned it all year round, he felt a little depressed and dilapidated.

So the red robe became redder,

It's also more sinister.

Through the bare poplar branches, you can see the smell of incense curling outside the courtyard and the chanting of monks.

Chijun's cultivation is profound, and he has six knowledges, so he can listen to those scriptures without leaving the house.

And know who is lazy and who does not understand the true meaning of this sentence.

Over the course of 1,200 years, Zen Buddhism lost many of its lineages as a result of that war, but it also developed more sutras.

The ultimate purpose of the scriptures, like the Taoist collections, is to interpret the mysteries of heaven and earth.

Through the chanting of the monks in the main hall in the front yard, Chijun listened to many scriptures, plus occasionally went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to peek, and had more insights into the ethereal and difficult avenue.

Listening to the sound of chanting, Chijun raised his head slightly and looked at the fireworks outside the wall.

The sun illuminated his face, and there was no expression on his clean, evil face, but there was a contemplative look in his eyes, as if he was contemplating the meaning of the last verse.

The main hall was on the north side of the annex, so he looked north.

The dark red lonely hill in the sea of Feng Xiaohan was his mark, so Chijun could clearly sense the danger he was facing.

Of course, Chijun can be like that dragon, temporarily controlling Feng Xiaohan's body through the imprint and turning things around.

But he didn't do that,

Feng Xiaohan is the dragon's pet, not his,

Chijun just helped to save him from a toxic outbreak and died, he has already done his duty, and he has no obligation to be a good person to the end, and he has to help others if he loses.

And there are only so many dark red solitary mounds, which cannot be regenerated, so use a little less.

If Chijun erupts his divine consciousness and manipulates Feng Xiaohan to defeat Mo Qiu like a crane and a tiger, the divine consciousness in the seal will inevitably dry up, and the ink candle poison will immediately explode.

He's still going to die,

It's all death anyway, and it makes no difference whether you are stabbed to death by a sword or poisoned.

After Chijun thought clearly, he withdrew his gaze and continued to listen to the bald people in the front yard chanting.

In fact, it only took him a short time

Almost as soon as he raised his head, he lowered his head, as if in agreement with the content of the scriptures.

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......

There was another person who reacted at the same time as Long and Chijun.

In a certain mountain forest outside Yuyang County, there is a green smoke overflowing with the wind, and at the same time, there is a fragrance of tea.

This place is close to the East China Sea, and there is a faint salty and wet smell in the air, which is the smell of the sea.

But even so, the fragrance of tea is still tangy, which makes people look forward to it.

Wan Yetian took the teacup handed by Liu Panpan and changed to a more comfortable posture on the recliner.

Xiaobai wrapped around Yixing's body, and the two beasts hugged each other and slept in the snow.

Liu Panpan was a little depressed, after Xiaobai came, Yixing became obviously lazy, the sun had already risen, and it was still sleeping.

She poured herself a cup of tea and sat on the edge of the chaise longue, sipping slowly.

Wan Yetian bent his legs and gave her a bigger place.

It was all natural, as if it were meant to be.

The sky was a little overcast, because there was light snow, and the snowflakes fell into the glass, but before they could really touch the water, they were melted by the heat.

There may or may not have been some snow on his hair, because his hair was as white as snow, and he couldn't tell each other apart.

Liu Panpan looked at this scene thoughtfully.

I don't know when it began, and the wind and snow no longer avoided him. Possible...... He also wants to experience what it's like to be in the snow?

Wan Yetian didn't care about her eyes, picked up the teacup and was about to enjoy the big red robe of the Wuyi Mountain Mother Tree that Fangang had just bought with a lot of money.

After meeting Guo Mingzhe last time, he was no longer interested in the common teas on the market, so he aimed at the most expensive ones.

This is a typical nouveau riche mentality, both the more expensive the better.

As soon as the teacup was put to his mouth, he had to take a sip, and Wan Yetian suddenly sensed the longing from afar, and his fingertips froze, and then glanced at the north.

Liu Panpan thought to herself, what's wrong?

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......

If you draw the direction of the dragon, Chijun and Wanyetian in the valley of Xiaoser as three straight lines,

Then these three lines will intersect somewhere and converge at one point.

This point is the location of the Tianshan Glacial Lake.

Feng Xiaohan thought to himself: If there is a sword at this time......

The burden buried in the snow suddenly broke a hole,

neat incisions,

Like a sword hole.

Then he took advantage of the situation, drew his sword in the cold wind, and held it horizontally in front of him.

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