She is not ignorant, but she sees everything in the world thoroughly, and the world says that it is rare to be confused, so she doesn't want to care about everything, but she wants to live freely.

Thinking about it, I have a bit of an epiphany, and sometimes I think it's not bad to learn from her.

"So didn't I come in and send you to death myself?"

"Poof!"

Feng Jinghao's words directly made the thousand-year-old resentful demon vomit blood (it's a pity that he didn't die, if he can die of anger, he Feng Jinghao will be considered a teacher.) )

The thousand-year-old demon couldn't believe his ears when the dignified Dragon God Flame actually said such an unpleasant thing.

Is this still the dragon god flame that is high up and admired by thousands of people?

The thousand-year-old resentment demon has a somewhat biased figure, or a sentence:

"Don't pretend, no matter what, I will kill you!"

After speaking, Hei Yan jumped up, stretched out his hand, and a black ghostly eye sword came out of thin air.

Black Rock looked at the ghostly sword with an angry look:

"This sword is a sword that I have practiced with my resentful thoughts, this is specially practiced for you, every day and every night when it is sealed, I can't wait to cut you with a thousand knives every day.

In your heart, the lives of all beings are more important than anything else, and if you stab you to death with the sword of evil thoughts of those beings you think are most worthy of protection, I don't know what it will be like!

Feng Jinghao, you can taste it!"

Hei Yan stretched out his hands and smoothed all his inner body from the dantian in his body into his sword-wielding hand.

The hand changed instantly, like an infinite black ink, especially conspicuous in the sky.

Throughout his life, he held his hands high, and slid down a black cloud cloth in the white space, like the death of hell descending.

Hei Yan's movements didn't panic Feng Jinghao at all.

On the contrary, he was in a leisurely posture, his body was gently leaning on the ground, and his black hair was quietly draped over his shoulders like a girl, and spread freely along his shoulders.

He didn't even raise his eyes to look at Black Rock, and there was no emotion leaking out of his calm face.

A pair of deep eyes were tightly closed, and he was like a visitor to the outside world, as if none of this had anything to do with him.

Hei Yan looked at Feng Jinghao without the slightest movement, and there was a trace of doubt in his heart, but more anger.

To be here at the end of your death is the virtue of your flame.

"Death!"

With a loud roar, Hei Yan slashed a sword, condensing all the power that could be gathered in his body, this sword was the sword he had been waiting for for thousands of years!

This sword, he finally has to understand everything that should be ended!

Beyond the Psychic Realm***

Su Sese is like a thousand-year-old demon preaching, and the spirit body is safely in place.

It's like having an endless dream, and that dream is so long, so long.

In a trance, she only felt a blank of whiteness, and there seemed to be a mysterious force behind her and in her body supporting her to keep running forward.

She couldn't remember how long she had been running.

In short, at the moment when she was running extremely weak and didn't want to move.

I always think of it:

"If you don't want to die, you have to run!"

"If you don't want to stay in the endless white sky, you have to work hard to run forward!"

She didn't want to die, and she didn't want to stay in that dream, which was full of loneliness, and there was no color except for a forbidden white.

There is no cool wind, no high flames, no birds and flowers, mountains and rivers.

There was only a deathly silence.

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