When he saw the one-foot thick electric python whistling coming, Xu Han's face changed, and he almost didn't want to help the unconscious Guanglin ghost to retreat to the side.

And at this moment of lightning, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the demon monarch who was kneeling on one knee in the place where the electric python bombarded.

His naked upper body was covered with charred black wounds, and purple demon blood flowed down the hundreds of wounds of all sizes. But Rao was like this, but the demon monarch held his head high and stared at the whistling electric python.

He is like a king, even if he dies, he has to maintain his due dignity.

Xu Han's heart was inexplicably touched.

He was naturally not a sentimental person, he just thought of the time when he rushed to Linglong Pavilion with Ye Hongjian, his sword seed was just beginning, but the thunderstorm came roaring in the sky. For the demon monarch at this moment, he inevitably had a strange feeling of sympathy or sadness for the dead rabbit and fox.

And such feelings are limited to feelings.

He wasn't stupid enough to resist such a massive thunderstorm for the sake of someone who wanted to take his life.

Bite!

But if Xu Han sees death and doesn't save him, it doesn't mean that someone can stand by and watch.

I only heard the crisp sound of a clear golden stone, and an incomparably subtle but dazzling golden streamer passed through the lightning and thunder in the sky at that time, piercing through the haze that was permeating the top of the Longyin Mountain under the dark clouds.

The speed of that streamer was extremely fast, so fast that compared to it, the thunder that fell violently, and the different colors on Xu Han's face were like a static picture, so slow that it almost stopped.

That golden light came to the top of the Demon Monarch's head, and stopped between the two at the moment when the Demon Monarch and the Heavenly Thunder came into contact.

And it was at this moment that Xu Han saw that the golden light was actually a...

Golden copper plate.

"Mr. Wei!" When he saw the appearance of the copper plate, Xu Han's mouth subconsciously let out an exclamation.

And as soon as this sound fell, the copper plate suddenly trembled slightly, and a golden light overflowed from the copper plate, enveloping the dying demon monarch in it.

Bang!

By this time, the thunder had fallen.

With a loud bang, the copper plate and the golden light that overflowed from its body trembled violently.

Clang!

A crisp sound sounded after a breath, and the copper plate shattered suddenly, and the golden light it stimulated naturally could no longer wrap the body of the demon monarch, and it dispersed immediately, but the heavenly thunder also seemed to have exhausted all its strength, in

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At this moment, it came to an abrupt end, and it did not fall on the demon monarch.

"This?" the Demon Monarch's face changed, and he was obviously more unaware of what had happened than this Demon Monarch.

And just at the edge of his doubts, a rickety figure appeared in front of him.

It was an old man.

An old man dressed in a white robe and carrying a wooden box.

The Demon Monarch, who had been sleeping in the Demon Suppression Tower for thousands of years, naturally did not know this old man, so the Demon Monarch's heart was full of confusion about his rescue.

So he frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

The old man turned his head sideways, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face: "Friend." ”

As he said this, a hand suddenly stretched out and pressed on the top of the demon monarch's head, and the demon monarch, who was already seriously injured, didn't have time to react, so he was restrained by the old man.

"This matter is all because of the old man, the king has worked hard, and then I will hand it over to the old man. The old man didn't care whether the other party could understand his words or not, and after saying this, a white light lit up in his hand, and the demon monarch turned into a streamer and escaped into the wooden box behind the old man.

At this time, the nine Kunlun Tribulations surged up again, but they did not stop the old man's previous actions, but instead fell on the old man.

Xu Han's face changed slightly, and he smelled a trace of unusual smell from the state of these Kunlun Tribulations.

If these Kunlun Tribulations were really the existence of some powerful beings that Xu Han couldn't understand, and came to kill the Demon Monarch, they shouldn't have watched Mr. Wei finish all this at this time and let the Demon Monarch escape. It was just that they turned a blind eye to this, but what Xu Han could clearly feel was that since Mr. Wei appeared, these nine Kunlun Tribulations had clearly locked the qi on Mr. Wei's body.

Could it be that their target was Mr. Wei from the beginning?

Such speculation inevitably surfaced in Xu Han's mind, and his gaze at the old man became worried at that time.

And the old man also seemed to feel Xu Han's gaze, he looked sideways at the young man at that time, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Xiao Han, do you remember the story I told you a long time ago?" the old man asked, his tone calm and not at all conscious of the imminent disaster, but more like a small talk with someone.

Xu Han frowned, he didn't

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I didn't think this was a good time to talk about it, but the smile on the old man's face at this moment made him read some determination, so he thought about it, and finally suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and responded: "Sir is talking about the old man who wanted to travel thousands of miles, but was trapped in the immortal catastrophe in the end?"

That was a story that Mr. Wei told to Xu Han a long time ago.

And it was also by relying on the story that Xu Han suddenly had an epiphany, broke through the secluded realm, and arrived at the Heavenly Hunting Realm, and he naturally remembered it deeply.

"Hmm. The old man nodded: "Of course it's a good thing to be alive. ”

"You can travel thousands of miles, you can read thousands of books. ”

"You can eat what you want and listen to or tell your favorite stories. ”

"You can meet many people, good or bad, you like it or you dislike it. ”

"But you have to do it, to live is to live. ”

"But some people just live for the sake of living, and that's not enough, they want everyone to live like them. ”

But there are some people who don't like it, and they want to try it in a way that he thinks is better. ”

"He's been in this world for a thousand years, and something has gone wrong and his plans have changed, but he still has to try. ”

Because he has been living for this for a thousand years, and if he does not go at this time, then this thousand years, he will be like those people, and his life will be meaningless. ”

Speaking of this, the old man paused, he looked at Xu Han, who had a somewhat vacant gaze, and asked, "Do you understand?"

Xu Han was stunned, there seemed to be something churning in the depths of his eyes, but he forcibly suppressed this surge, and he laughed, and laughed brightly.

He used all his strength, and nodded with difficulty and cheerfulness: "I understand." ”

Then the old man laughed too, he patted the young man on the shoulder, and at that time he walked to the center of the Nine Kunlun Tribulations, and walked under the whirlpool formed by the dark clouds.

He raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes clear, like a teenager.

His white robe swelled, his long beard agitated.

He laughed loudly: "Daomen Wei Changming, come and beg for death!"

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