Many people think that the Hanbing has fallen.

Normally, even if the soldiers are still alive, they have been abolished, and their lives are short.

Some people are impure in their minds and want to find the crystal coffin pendant by any means, which is something that even the Emperor of Heaven desires, how can some of the greed of this ruin be closed?

However, the paper couldn't hold the fire, and someone found a few wisps of Han Bing's blood in the void, as well as the activity, and the life qi, which was the blood essence, and judged that he might not be dead.

For a while, the whole world was messy.

He returned to the Ancient Continent, he buried himself and the crystal coffin pendant in the back mountain of the palace, and laid down a shocking formation to attract the aura of heaven and earth and resurrect himself.

After all, under the mountain behind the palace, there is a huge dragon vein, and the spiritual power contained in it is amazing!

"You all have to live!"

Hanbing prayed every day, he wouldn't be like this in the past, but now he cares too much and is afraid that he will never see those people again.

He was using the dragon vein, using some special formations left by the Heavenly Void Ancestor back then, to restore his divine weapons, the Sky Splitting Sword, the Void Sword and himself, there were formations for raising troops, and there was also a large domain for cultivating the body.

Above the dragon vein, the dragon blood grass, the reverse scale flower, the dragon fetus tree and other immortal grasses are growing wildly, frantically absorbing spiritual power, and after reaching the most powerful extreme, they begin to wither, and all the essence enters the main position of the Nirvana land.

There, Han Bing's soul sat cross-legged, and on his chest, the crystal coffin pendant exuded a rich holy light, like a bottomless pit, and those who came did not refuse, absorbing all the power.

There is no doubt that the crystal coffin pendant absorbs the most, and the soldiers arrange the formation, build a special life field, and want to resurrect those people.

Han Bing sat aside, even if he didn't absorb it, he wouldn't miss him, his body was recovering, even if he looked pale as paper, but his true strength was growing.

He was cultivating passively, he didn't want to absorb a wisp of energy, but he took the initiative to pour into his body, the essence here was too rich, and it would be a waste if it wasn't consumed, and in the end it would overflow and spread out from the dragon veins.

Eight days later, the white fog faded and the energy gradually dried up.

This land of creation was used to the limit by them, and all the opportunities in the dragon veins and the drainage of the surrounding mountains and rivers had come to an end.

Han Bing didn't think about cultivating, but his own strength had increased unconsciously, and when he came to a great nirvana, his divine soul power actually entered the heavenly realm, and it was the heavenly realm suppressed by the laws of heaven and earth in the divine realm!

At this moment, his divine soul is condensed, if you don't look carefully, ordinary people won't find out that he is a soul body!

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Han Bing's body was boiling, the source of life was slipping, and his physical body was condensed!

In the same place, he shed a relic, cracked with the wind, turned into ashes, his physical body glowed, and his life level sublimated, becoming the youngest god emperor in the world!

His soul is also fluctuating violently, like a mighty tide, his spiritual power is circulating, and his own light is shining in a thousand ways.

Han Bing was not a little happy, this kind of cultivation had no sense of accomplishment for him now, all he wanted was for those people to come back to life.

Lan Yue'er, Xiao Aoxue, Liu Ruyan......

"Qianqian, I'm sorry, I didn't protect your sister, if you are still alive, I will kneel in front of you and repent! Hanbing whispered.

For his own cultivation path, he had already thought deeply, everything at the moment was not what he wanted, if he wanted to kill the Eastern Heaven Emperor, how could he do it?

He's going to go the way of the strongest!

After a while, Han Bing was sad again and wept silently.

"I only wish you to live, to catch the wind and wash the dust for you, to take you to look down on the starry sky, and to dance with you in the red dust. ”

Hanbing has nothing else to ask for, I just wish them to survive!

He stretched out his hand, trembling slightly, and touched the crystal coffin pendant, and then the spirit power surged, and with anxiety and hope, he entered the crystal coffin pendant!

"I beg you...... Alive!" his voice trembled.

The inside of the crystal coffin pendant is a small world of its own, the fire of the sky, and the flame of the ancient universe are burning wildly.

The rushing Baptism River roared away, making a gurgling sound of water.

Somewhere among the flowers, the blood mist was churning with rich life energy, quickly overflowing, with a faint smell of blood, and a burst of cold silence.

Han Bing froze on the spot, and the vigorous energy he sensed was the spiritual power absorbed by the crystal coffin pendant.

In an instant, Han Bing was cold from head to toe, he couldn't feel the familiar breath of the old people, without their imprint, he couldn't see their spirits.

His ears were buzzing, his eyes were black, Venus appeared, and the corners of his mouth were silently bleeding, and he stumbled directly and almost fell to the ground.

Hanbing was like being struck by lightning, he felt that his heart was extremely uncomfortable, the whole person couldn't breathe, he was going to suffocate to death, he couldn't hear anything, and it was dark in front of him, he was weakly grasping the soil, and his body was trembling.

What was once a little hope has now turned into despair.

He had always been worried and uneasy in his heart, but when he entered the crystal coffin pendant, this extremely cruel truth was exposed, and he still couldn't bear it.

He couldn't hear anything, he was deaf in both ears, and his eyes were blurry and he couldn't see anything, and there was only pain in his heart, and he felt like he was enclosed in an isolated dark space.

Hanbing's throat was moving, but he could only make a hoarse sound.

He couldn't cry if he wanted to, there were no tears, only pain, his soul was about to suffocate, his soul was dim, and he fell into endless darkness.

He couldn't break free, he felt that there was only boundless suffering, walking alone in the sea of despair, the black space, the secluded sea of suffering, there was no end, and he felt that the whole person was going to die.

"Alive, I just want you to live!" his voice was hoarse, his body trembled, and he felt helpless and hopeless, which was completely different from what he used to be.

He had never been so weak, like a child, no one would have thought that this proud monarch was the Night God Monarch of the Megatron God Realm.

His feet couldn't support his body, and his whole body was about to fall.

And his body could not hold his soul, it flickered violently, blood flowed from his mouth, nose and ears, and then two lines of blood slipped from his godless eyes.

Hanbing wanted to cry, but he couldn't, like a wounded beast trapped in a desperate place, he couldn't feel anything in the outside world, and was really enclosed in darkness.

He unconsciously clutched the dirt, his soul seemed to be lost, unable to find a way back, and his mouth was hoarse, not crying or laughing, just an uncomfortable hoarse cry.

I don't know how long it took for Hanbing to breathe and break free from the darkness, he was panting heavily, covered in cold sweat, and his clothes were already soaked.

There was only blood mist in the flowers, and there were no living bodies, whether it was Lan Yue'er sisters, Xue Pingshan, and Shen Teng, none of them survived, they all died.

In the crystal clear coffin, the goddess was silent and did not say anything.

Even if he had guessed the worst, but it happened, he was still so sick that he was going to faint.

"Yue'er, little princess, little Aoxue......"

Xue Pingshan...... Guan Shixue ......"

Hanbing called their names, the tears finally flowed, and the corresponding bodily functions were restored, he wanted to cry, he wanted to howl, and everyone died.

"Where are the spirits, where are their true spirits?" he searched desperately, among the flowers, in the blood mist, but saw nothing.

Like a wounded beast that has lost everything, the soldiers are trapped on their own island, howling and deafening, and their hearts are full of sorrow and cannot be controlled.

He was kneeling here on one knee, and he really wished he was just an ordinary person, living this life in peace and peace with everyone.

Now, there is nothing left, only himself, the little princess's beating and scolding, Lan Yue'er, Liu Ruyan's warm words, concerned eyes, and other people's voices and smiles, all emerged, as if it was yesterday.

Han Bing knew at the earliest that the chance of success was slim, and the Eastern Heavenly Emperor once said that in the best time period, the Heavenly Emperor would have a way to save those people, and there was no Heavenly Emperor in this ruin!

At first, he wanted to go to the Fu family prison to find the eldest brother.

However, Ling Xiaoxue'er's grandfather seemed to have something wrong and was delirious.

Moreover, the people of the divine realm are definitely peeping into the abyss, and as soon as the soldiers appear, they will definitely be poisoned.

However, he still held on to some hopes, not to resurrect them, but to hope that a few people would reappear, even if they were remnants.