With a "ding" sound, the Zijin Palace bell vibrated violently, bursting out with brilliant light, burning like a round of sun. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The dazzling red of the Purple Golden Palace, the dazzling red light, in the haze, a red point of light, the red clothes fluttering, like the Nine Heavens Fairy appeared in everyone's sight, more and more clear......

"Yes...... Crimson Xia?How could there be such a scene in the palace bell?" Han Xingqi said, his eyes widened, and he stood up suddenly, his long black hair flying back violently.

"Bell bell bell ......" The palace bell came into his ears from far and near, accompanied by a sad and affectionate voice:

The night of the demon famine, the seven calamities resurged, and the holy blood stained the blue sky;

The road to heaven is broken, life and death are calm, and Lingyunzhi will not disappear;

The way of reincarnation, the same fate, obsessed with the other side of the flower,

About three lives, in the wind, it is difficult to grind the love of the ninth world;

Meet again, fight the sword world, find the world,

A love, waiting for you, recalling the fate of the previous life,

Dead and immortal, playing the command room, both facing the sky.

In an instant, the Purple Gold Palace bell turned into a purple-red light, rising into the sky, and a faint crying sound came from the bell, making the corners of Han Xing's mouth hang a gentle and sad smile......

This is like a chant in the last moments of life, so that Han Xing is already certain

Be...... She, the Chi Hongxia in her previous life, who had been integrated into her life!

Her figure wedged into his heart again!

At this moment, the bell rang in my ears, turning into a cry, and the purple-red light exploded in the air, turning into a sad and peerless beauty.

Next to Chi Hongxia, there is a crane-headed, one-legged, and red red bird standing proudly, quietly guarding her.

The palace bell rang in his ears, and the nine totem-like tattoos on the skin of his body emitted a blood-red glow.

In the eyes of Han Xing, time began to flow backwards......

Suddenly, the seventh tattoo, the original pattern seemed like a thin halo, or a layer of fog, which could only distinguish the layers and could not see the content clearly, now turned into a glowing rune, and began to spread along the capillaries under his dermis.

A mysterious fluctuation surged towards Han Xing Zhihai in an instant.

Rumble...... The consciousness of his past life, which had been buried in the sea of his consciousness, opened again.

Han Xing was shocked and shocked......

This...... This...... What appeared in the sky was the image of his seventh life of reincarnation!

In an instant, he was unshakable in his ambition in the seventh life, rejuvenated the human race, cut through the darkness of the world, and became a holy body......

It's just that in the end, another sad song was repeated......

This scene is all in front of me.

"I see...... The seventh life is still in vain after all!" Han Xing sighed, muttering to himself with infinite grief.

Why is this happening?

"The reason is that immortals are ruthless, and if they have affection in their hearts, they can't use that blow that destroys the heavens and the earth and slaughters all the creatures in the sky! How can people fight with immortals undefeated!" Han Xing's lips moved, as if he had realized something from the roar of the Purple Gold Palace bell.

He raised his eyes to look at the sky, only to see that the sky and the earth were vast, blood red, it seemed that he and Chi Hongxia IX reincarnated, the life and death that lasted for thousands of years, the story of the heart and soul, and the fate of the three lives, now began to continue......

At this moment, Han Xing's eyes were already a little blurred, and all the scenery and people around him were gone.

In his eyes, there was only a red-clothed figure left singing and dancing......

Chihongxia's red clothes are like fire, her sleeves are flying, and her graceful back is crying and dancing in front of the Jianmu towering in the sky......

A bronze tripod that was beaten and shattered with holes flowed out of the brilliance of the gods, blocking the killing light that was oppressed from time to time in the void room.

The severed limbs of countless demons, gods, immortals, and demons floating in the air all over the sky were all blocked from Jianmu's outside.

Under the tree, there was only the handsome man who sat quietly and closed his eyes, immaculate in white...... Obviously, he is Han Xing's seventh incarnation, and he has fallen!

But his physical body still held the sword in his hand, pointing at the sky, as if he was about to deliver a final devastating blow, but he was no longer able to fight......

I saw that Han Xing's front chest was stained with blood, and he couldn't see his chest, revealing a basin-sized blood hole, in which the flesh and blood were long gone.

At this time, only the purple gold palace bell he hung on his chest was a faint glow of light the size of a grain of rice beating.

This little bit of light is his true spirit!

The "Kongtong Jingtian Seal" that let Han Xing fall is like a sacred mountain, and it also hangs high above the nine heavens.

The vast ocean-like fluctuations are constantly surging from the "Kongtong Jingtian Seal", if it weren't for the brilliance of the bronze tripod hanging down above his body, I am afraid that under this huge pressure, he would have already become a meat residue dust.

Perhaps, it was the heavens that had eyes and helped him in the dark......

Just when Han Xing's primordial spirit was shattered by the Great Seal, all his divine souls were devoured by the nine fierce dragons on the Nine Dragons of the Seal Seal, and he had fallen into a place of no return.

But the dragon in the middle of the intersection seems to have a sense of awe for the scattered and disintegrated spirits...... On the seal held by this Heavenly Emperor, the breath of this person under the tree was once imprinted.

The sky was full of black light, and the evil atmosphere was pervasive......

In a deafening roar, the divine dragon actually sneezed, and a trace of soul the size of a grain of rice was rushed out, and it happened to collapse into the purple gold palace bell hanging on Han Xing's chest.

Even this little bit of spiritual sense is enough to reunite Han Xing's divine soul!

It can make him enter the cycle again!

Otherwise, he would really be destroyed.

Seeing this, Han Xing's pupils contracted, and he smiled bitterly: "Wouldn't it? Lao Tzu's life can last forever, thanks to this sneeze, it was sprayed by the dragon's snort?"

Han Xing wondered, but he didn't know what the relationship between this divine dragon and the nine-clawed divine dragon in the bronze tripod was?

"Could it be that the Nine-Clawed Divine Dragon, like Bi Fang, is just a wisp of primordial spirit in the Nether?" his eyes kept looking, and he finally understood the reason why this dragon divine dragon "released water".

Han Xing laughed miserably and wanted to laugh at himself...... But he didn't have time to think, and the illusory figure of the crimson glow in the air made a voice again......

Seven reincarnations of seven lives,

Eternal and present, stepping on the sky;

The heroic soul does not know where to go,

The red glow is still with the spring breeze.

The woman in red sang and danced lightly, crying like a complaint...... There was heartbreak and sadness in his voice.

Under the tree, his white clothes are better than the snow and dust, and her red scarf in the air is draped around her neck, arrogant like fire.

At this moment, the fate of the two, like the snow and the sun, is destined to a sad ending.

Han Xing suddenly closed his eyes and thought out of his mind: "'Heavenly Dao' is to use 'love' as the demon in his heart, suppressing himself, so that he can't use the sword that destroys the world, from now on, if this heart is dusty, perhaps, it can change the world!"

The corners of his cold mouth twitched, and he suddenly opened his eyes, and roared in a low voice: "Love is greater than the sky! If a person has no family affection, friendship, and love, he will dominate the sky, and he will also cry alone, for the sake of Chi Hongxia, what if he abandons the world?"

"The Tao is ruthless, and there is affection...... If everyone is ruthless, how can they distinguish between good and evil? Distinguish between the right path and the evil way, the 'way' of seven emotions and six desires? The so-called cutting off the way and destroying the feelings is nothing more than falling in love and breaking the feelings, and the cycle goes on and on, and when you fall in love again, it is to remove the false and retain the true, and all the ways and all feelings are in one mind!" In the dark, Han Xing's thoughts were uncontrollable and he didn't want to control them......

A trace of comprehension of the true meaning of the Three Thousand Great Avenues quietly spread in his heart......

With a bang, the "Dao Sutra" in his body rushed with golden brilliance, and some of the Great Dao methods that he couldn't comprehend in Su Ri suddenly broke through at this moment.

Han Xing's eyes stared ahead, letting his love for Chi Hongxia burn in his heart......

The ninth reincarnation, life and death go hand in hand, no matter how picturesque the country is, the hero bends his waist, and he can't stand your smile when he looks back.

At this time, the red glow reflected by the bell of the Zijin Palace had already danced into a red shadow, and the sky was full of red silk.

At the same time, the divine bell hanging under her hand also shook the starry sky, the bell sounded gracefully, and the desolate singing voice came out again......

"The blood-stained country is picturesque, and the ancient bloodline abandons the world...... Now that you are gone, I will go with you...... Life and death go hand in hand!"

Crimson Xia's voice was like a cuckoo crying blood, the corners of her eyes were crystal rolling down, and the red tears were stained with scarves, turning into a rain of blood falling down from the sky.

She turned around suddenly, opened her tearful eyes with deep affection, and looked back at Han Xing affectionately......

A stunning red sword light emanated from her hand like a gorgeous rainbow.

She slowly ...... Slowly...... wiped the long sword in his hand towards the jade neck, and let the blood splash until the peerless red face disappeared, and the sword fell.

Suddenly, the big red bird that was crawling at the foot of the red glow flew all over its body, raised its neck to the sky, and chirped miserably.

Shocking blood flowers erupted from the neck of the crimson jade, like a rain of flowers in the sky, surrounding the fallen Han Xing.

After the blood flower spun in a circle, it turned into a wisp of red glow and injected it into the purple gold palace bell on his chest.

Suddenly, the bronze tripod in the air drooped down with wisps of Xuanhuang qi, and Han Xing's remnants and the purple gold palace bell were rolled into the tripod, turning into a piece of silver-green jade light, falling in the direction of the nether realm.

The fiery red bird also cried, a cluster of red feathers flickered on its head, and the 108,000 fire feathers on its body stood upside down, obviously extremely sad.

Suddenly, the eyes of the fiery red bird became resolute and resolute, and he actually crashed into Jianmu.

Burst!

The blood of the big flaming bird soaked the roots of the trees in the blood-red.

The big red bird fell to the ground, flapped its wings, and stood up with difficulty, and it opened its mouth and spat out a primordial spirit, turning into a faint glow, and followed its master......

A wisp of green smoke rose up, the crimson body of the bird burned, the sky burned red, and even the immortal mountain floating in the air melted.

Only the golden beak of the bird broke off from its beak, and the runes flickered on it, preventing the flames from destroying its vitality, and finally turned into a golden light and fell from the nine heavens......