Chapter 128 Wave your hand and save people

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Xia He closed his eyes, a little puzzled, he thought that it was not only the three souls that disappeared, but also the thick red mist and this miserable white space.

However, the three souls disappeared, and the souls that supported the red mist and the fiery red flowers outside disappeared, but those red mist and red flowers did not mean to dissipate.

It didn't even fade a bit.

Xia He opened his eyes and wanted to see the outside world at a glance, but when he looked at it, it was still a world wrapped in white and red, and he was not familiar with the figure that he could recognize at a glance.

Although the space is not only himself, it still gives birth to an inexplicable feeling of emptiness.

The oozing white seemed to penetrate the black light shrouded in Xia He's body, and the low roar from the red mist that never disappeared sounded the same as before, the same poignant, the same full of popularity, but the same lifeless.

Xia He's heart was not good, and the bad came from the lifeless space in front of him, and also from the unknown world outside.

As if in response to the bad feeling in Xia He's heart, all of a sudden, there were suddenly some other colors between those whites, which was red, or was it a different red.

Dark red, as red as fire, as red as rouge between a girl's cheeks.

There are some other colors that are not red that rise and fall from red to red, so that they are faint.

Xia He looked at it again, and the red finally had a substance.

The dark red is the high platform, carved with vivid flower paintings.

The fire-like red belongs to the fire-like flower, the flower born by the red mist in front of you, and the flower that these souls in front of you foster it.

As for the red between the girl's cheeks, it can only be a person, a red dress, a girl in a red dress.

It turned out that what Xia He saw was outside, it turned out that he never left, it turned out that the high platform had never disappeared, and Xia He had always been on the high platform.

Xia He was a little confused, whether the red mist and the three souls before were real, or whether it was just a dream that he was idle.

But he didn't have time to think deeply, because his sister couldn't wait for his deep thought.

Those red flowers have long since grown all over the high platform, and even the dark red colors that belong to the high platform have long been eaten up everywhere by those fire-like flowers.

Only a little, a dark red carved with a little red flower is still outside.

The red color of the fire is really like a flame, and the flowers like fire are really like flames, and the fire burns people and clothes.

Those reds, those saffrons also burn people, and they also burn clothes.

It was the little girl's people who burned it, and it burned the little girl's clothes.

It's just that compared to the flames that burned people and clothes and didn't care about them, those red flowers were still flowers after all, and they looked better when burned, at least there was no billowing smoke, at least the little girl in red clothes who didn't burn had a scorched face.

I don't know if it's because the little girl is cute, or if those cute flowers add to the cuteness of the little girl.

But the little girl's face was not cute.

Some of those saffrons had even reached her collar, and some of them even reflected their own red on the little girl's face, and the little girl didn't have to look closely, as long as she turned her head slightly, she could see the little people at the stamens of the safflowers.

Those are spirits.

Spirits are also ghosts.

There are very few girls who don't like red flowers, but there are also very few girls who are not afraid of ghosts, and those ghosts from some terrifying legends always cause panic among young girls.

But compared to those legends of ghosts eating people, the little girl doesn't seem to care and panic about those, Xia He looked at Xiao Lian, and Xiao Lian, who was trapped by countless red flowers, also kept looking at him, full of panic, and also full of expectations, looking forward to his only reliance to save himself.

Xia He has never won against his sister, because his sister is very cute, as long as she looks at her cutely and looks at him with expectant eyes, he will lose for no reason, Xia He is the only sister who feels sorry for him the most.

Xia He saw that gaze again now, he was still defeated as usual, but when he was defeated, he had to pick a gun and go into battle, because to save his sister, he had to fight with those red flowers one by one.

Xia He knew that he was almost completely recovered now, and even the endless True Yuan on his body had improved much, if it was divided by realm, he should have steadily stepped into the fourth realm.

He is really a genius, the least kind of genius in the world, even more genius than those mountains, those courtyards, and even more genius than the only genius a hundred years ago.

There are not many cultivators in the world, but that is not many according to the proportion of the population of the entire continent, one in a million, but there are still many people in this continent, there are enough people for God to choose, and there are enough people selected by God.

Those generals in the Xiongcheng in the south, some ordinary looking poor scholars in the flower shops in the south, there are still many, many cultivators.

This is only the south, this is only the Great Yin, if it is in the north, in the great wilderness of Chongwu, and on the mountain without a name, there are some people who are cultivating.

That's a lot.

But in the fourth realm, among the cultivators, they belong to the realm of Huajia, and they are only expected to cultivate to the realm in the year of Huajia, in fact, many of the cultivators of the old man of Huajia have a few true yuan and profoundness, turning into an endless stream, in exchange for a false name as a general in the court.

The sixtieth is not the sixtieth sixtieth, and the young man also practices the sixtieth crop.

Although Xia He is not a cultivator, he cultivates another method, and he belongs to the cultivation of those ghosts, but he is still a real powerhouse in the fourth realm.

Xia He knew the terrifying nature of the Fourth Realm, because he had seen the true powerhouses of the Fourth Realm, and now he also had the same level of strength.

He knew that as long as he waved his hand, the red flowers that climbed the girl's cheeks would be gone, and as long as he stomped his feet, the high platform full of red flowers would be nothing more than a garden of dust.

As long as he waves, as long as he stomps his feet, as long as he shatters those red flowers and scatters those souls, he can save his sister.

Xia He stretched out his hand and wanted to wave it, but the mantra was running non-stop.

Xia He thinks very well, but often thinks very well about things, but it is not so good to do, Xia He is a genius, but geniuses also have negligence.

Sometimes negligence is not very important, but sometimes negligence is fatal, not only for one's own life, but also for the lives of others.

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