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Barr appeared in the corridor, but he did not rush to get close to Zaguned, but observed from a distance for a long time, and after confirming that Zagunid had really lost his combat effectiveness, he walked over slowly, completely deliberately, Barr let the handle of the sickle drag on the ground, and with his footsteps, the handle of the sickle and the ground rubbed and made a creaking sound, very harsh and difficult to hear. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Barr, of course, was reminding Zaguned that I was coming, but Zaguned's performance disappointed him, and he kept his head down, muttering something to the dead elf, and not responding at all.

"Lord Zaguned...... You have today?!" Barr laughed, and the laughter shook the road. In fact, when he first took refuge in Zaguned, he was very hostile to Zaguned, why can a human command the abyss army? Why should their seven brothers bow to a human? It's just that the situation is stronger than a human, under the warning of the eldest brother Weipu, he has been doing things carefully, for fear of causing Zaguned's dissatisfaction, and today, it is finally time to vent!

Zaguned still lowered his head, Barr sneered, and slowly stretched out his scythe and put it on Zagunade's shoulder: "Lord Zaguned, if you have any last words, say it, otherwise there will be no chance, I have to be sorry! hehe...... Hey, hey, hey......" Thinking that a generation of tyrants Zaguned was about to die under his own sword, Barr couldn't control his smugness anymore, and kept letting out a sinister laugh.

And Zaguned was still muttering to himself, Bal saw that Zaguned was not interested in dying, and he couldn't help but be angry, and as soon as the sickle in his hand was erected, half of the blade sank into Zagunade's shoulder, he wanted to cut Zaguned into pieces little by little, and he would never give Zaguned a good time, who let this guy not cooperate with him?!

At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly exploded on Zaguned's chest, and Baal was too focused to enjoy every trace of pain Zagunade revealed, and as a result, he suffered far more damage from the Light Purification Charm than Lambert, who was caught off guard at the time. It is not easy to conclude whether there is a good reward for good or not, but for Barr at this moment, evil is rewarded!

Baal screamed, his figure took a few steps back, and suddenly began to dance the scythe wildly, and a terrible name appeared in his mind, he would never want to die!

In front of it was a lava river, and the spacing between all the Yongdao crossings was relatively wide, almost five or six meters, but the stage provided to Baal was still a little small, and every time the giant scythe was swung, it would leave deep scar marks on the stone wall, and sand and stone pieces flew wildly, and Baal did not dare to pause for a moment, and the knife danced like a windmill.

"Wishful thinking, frightened, go ......" Han Jin pinched the spell, and a black line shot out, instantly entangled Baal's knife and Baal's body, and immediately tightened.

Baal let out a miserable scream again, his tall body slammed to the ground like a stone pillar, he tried to open his eyes while struggling desperately, but unfortunately Han Jin had already walked to his side, and the green light in his hand probed down, piercing through Baal's left temple, and then through Baal's right forehead, of course, if Baal had a temple...... Baal's screams stopped abruptly, his legs, and even his entire body twitched violently, Han Jin showed a cold smile, his wrist was lightly raised, and with a bang, Baal's skull flew out and hit the stone wall, whether it was a hidden weapon or not, it contained great power, and the stone wall was actually slammed out of a shallow pit the size of a basin, and Baal's skull was also shattered.

Wipe the blood stains on the magic crystal and put the magic crystal into the space ring, Han Jin slowly walked in front of Zaguned and looked at Zaguned quietly.

For a long time, Zaguned slowly raised his head, his godless gaze swept over Han Jin, and then fell again, landing on Joyce's face, for him, whether it was the Abyss Demon or Han Jin, everything was meaningless.

At this moment, Zaguned looked extremely haggard, his cheeks, hands, arms, and body had shrunk due to excessive blood loss, and the effects of the Transfiguration were gradually fading.

"Can I ask you for something......" Zaguned said in a hollow voice, but his request was a little clueless.

"Please?" Han Jin smiled, he didn't answer, he only asked softly, "What's the matter?" "No matter how you look at Zagunade, this person must die! The inhuman torture that Guevara has endured for more than ten years will never be inexplicable! What's more, Guevara has done so much for him Han Jin, and instead he used the Dao method to save Zagunade, so what kind of face does he have to see Guevara?!

"Bury me with her. Zagunade's hands were the first to return to their original shape, and he stretched out his bloodstained fingertips, caressing Joyce's face carefully and gently, like an artist caressing his own collection of rare treasures.

"It's simple, there's the lava river down there. Han Jin said lightly: "Jump down, and you will never be separated again." ”

"No, I hope...... You can bury us in a sunny place with the singing of birds......" said Zaguned, whose life was coming to an end.

"The sun is shining?" Han Jin paused and smiled, "You, a druid walking in the dark night, will you also get tired of the dark?"

"Please...... Please......" Zaguned no longer had the spirit to argue with Han Jin, he was begging for fate, not to let even his last wish come to naught.

Han Jin was silent for a moment and said slowly, "Okay, I promise you. ”

"Thank you......" Zaguned smiled contentedly, genuinely satisfied, and leaned down to sniff something greedily at Joyce with his nose, which was gradually losing his senses, and then his eyes closed little by little. At this last moment, Zaguned remembered his days when he was hungry and cold, how he longed for someone to give him a little warmth, and now he had finally found what he really wanted, but alas, it came too late.

The two bodies that had lost all their breath of life joined together into a statue, motionless, Han Jin did not move, and the stone bridge and Yongdao also did not move, as if time had suddenly frozen, only the lava under the bridge was still flowing slowly.

"Heavenly Dao, ......" I don't know how long it took, Han Jin suddenly let out a long sigh: "Heavenly Dao, ......"

The previous 'Heavenly Dao' exit, the lava river, which had always been incompatible with the environment, suddenly became stagnant, and the second 'Heavenly Dao' exit, the lava river immediately turned into a raging angry tide, mixed with the roar of wind and thunder, impacting both banks, but this was only a moment, and then everything returned to its original state, the quiet continued to be quiet, and the flow continued to flow, as if what had just happened was all an illusion.

Han Jin slowly closed his eyes, his mind already immersed in a subtle realm.

Cultivators should not only improve their cultivation, but also improve their state of mind, and there are various ways to improve their cultivation, and their state of mind can only be comprehended by themselves.

Seeing the flowers blooming and falling, watching the stars change, these are far less than the shock caused by life and death, not to mention that Zaguned, as a generation of heroes, also ended up in disgrace, Han Jin's soul was touched. He is sad for the fragility of living beings, sad for the ruthlessness of fate, and he must not become the next Zaguned!

Cultivating the truth is a road against the sky! Giving up halfway, or breaking the barrier of life, depends entirely on what he can show! Whether he has the tenacity to never give up? Does he have the fighting spirit of fearlessness? Does he have the determination to never look back? The test of cultivation is not only his **, but also his heart!

Zagunade's fate was tragic, but there were people who were just as tragic as he was, and tragedy and misery were not uncommon in this chaotic world.

In the dungeon, in the Minotaur's camp, there is a high flagpole on which an elf is hung, and that is Hazel.

Alquet said that it was necessary to take care of the injured Zark, but both Alquet and Wipp knew that it was just an excuse, an excuse to avoid danger, or a reason to give themselves some comfort.

But, excuses are just excuses, Wipp can't escape the inner torture, and in his anger, he must do something to vent his emotions, and Hazel catches his attention.

Among the captured elves, Hazel was the strongest, seeing his companions being brutally tortured by the vampires, and the other elves showed signs of panic, only Hazel remained calm.

It is nothing to make a coward cry and beg for mercy, it is pleasant to make a strong warrior cry and scream, and in this respect, Wipp is much more noble than Alquet, so he chose Hézel.

As for the choice of punishment, Weipu didn't have as many tricks as the blood clan, and he didn't care about it, he simply threw Hazel onto a piece of crosswood, ripped Hazel of his clothes a few times, and then broke Hazel's thigh with the most brutal movements, and even almost tore Hazel apart on the spot.

Chethem, the lord of Cold Studios, is about three meters tall, so he built a huge and spectacular cemetery for his countless dead wives, Wipp's height is no worse than Chetham, although Hazel is a ninth-order ranger, but the strength of her body is limited, and her fate can be imagined.

At this moment, Hazel's long flowing hair also became a mess, draped indiscriminately over her back, and under the long hair there were two extremely vicious iron hooks, which pierced her back and penetrated through her chest, and just hung her in mid-air.

Hazel's body was slightly deformed, her hip bones seemed to be flattened by some force, her waist and buttocks looked loose and collapsed, and she should not have been hung up for a long time, because the blood that flowed out was bright red, flowing down the smooth and white thighs, flowing through the delicate calves, flowing through the rounded toes, condensing into intermittent lines of blood, dripping to the ground.

In the camp of the minotaurs, the elves cried and screamed one after another, the world changed so fast, this morning, they were still comrades and partners with each other, and in the afternoon, one of them became a slave to be humiliated.

Several minotaurs stood beneath Hazel, commenting with relish, one of them holding a battle flag and stabbing Hazel in the buttocks a few times, causing a burst of laughter.

With the encouragement of laughter, the minotaur became more energetic, and he swam forward little by little with the tip of the flag, and at that moment a figure rose from the ground in an extremely strange way.

The minotaur noticed that someone was appearing beside him, and hurriedly turned his head to look sideways, and then the whole person froze there, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and his body was trembling violently, and then his body slowly fell backwards, and the battle flag in his hand fell to the ground.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and all the minotaurs around him would not move, and even the minotaur who had noticed the anomaly and was about to beat the war drum maintained a stiff posture, and the drumstick had already been raised, and it was about to hit the war drum, but that little distance became a barrier that could never be crossed.

The minotaurs recognized the man, Raphael, Lord of the Beit League!!

The Raphael Lord, who fought against the two powerhouses of Zaguned and Alquet and still severely damaged Zaguned, was already a demigod-level powerhouse in the minds of the Abyss Warriors, otherwise he would not be able to explain the tragic scene.

In fact, an important reason why the Minotaurs were able to do such crazy and cruel acts to their former companions was that they were full of fear of Han Jin, they couldn't see their future, and they didn't think that a Twelfth Order Peak powerhouse who had been defeated repeatedly could protect them.

Since the end is very likely to come one day, why not vent to your heart's content?!

However, one day is definitely not now, nor should it be now, the minotaurs never dreamed that Han Jin would suddenly appear, in horror, the minotaurs made the same choice, don't move, let alone shout and scream, maybe then they can continue to live, although this idea is a bit naïve, but other than that, they have no other choice, shouting and screaming, or trying to resist, can only make them die faster.

Han Jin raised his head to look at Hazel, who was now unrecognizable, his cheeks were swollen and round, covered with blood, and the bridge of his nose had turned into a messy mass of flesh, revealing a row of uneven teeth in his mouth that could not be closed, which was caused by Wipp slapping her while insulting her, and even hitting her cheek with his fist.

Maybe it was sensing something, Hazel, who had fallen into a coma, gradually woke up and opened her eyes with difficulty, in fact, there was only one slit left in her eyes, and through the gap she saw that it was Han Jin, Hazel's body couldn't help but tremble.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Han Jin sighed lightly: "When we met for the first time, I liked you a little, because you and Seniel's temperament is very similar, I know that Suniel actually likes you very much, but there seems to have been some kind of dispute between you, and the trouble is very unpleasant." When she first met Sunil, she said she had infiltrated Crow City to find a friend, I guess...... She's looking for you, isn't she?"

Hazel used all her strength to open her mouth, trying to say something, only to realize that she could no longer speak, her tongue had been bitten and chewed by herself, but unfortunately, there was a blood clan 'care' by her side, she had tried her best, but she still couldn't die.

Han Jin's eyes flickered with coldness, when he decided to attack the bloody knight Gerald, Senel and Hazel's expressions were equally firm, the same heroic posture, almost overlapping temperament, making them look like twin sisters. Han Jin infiltrated the dungeon to find Hazel, on the one hand, because there must be a lot of friendship between Sunel and Hazel, and he wanted to try if he could save Hazel, and on the other hand, he also wanted to learn more about Sunel's past from Hazel's mouth. It wasn't until he knew that Wild Willow City was very likely to launch an attack on the Byt League, that he suddenly realized that he was too selfish, only thinking about his own cultivation, and knew too little about Shaniel and Wild Willow City!

What happened to Hazel made him feel like he had fallen into an ice cave, since he had torn his face, the elves of Wild Willow City would definitely destroy his relationship with Shaniel, if those elves used similar methods to deal with Shaniel, what should he do?

At this moment, the figures of Xenil and Hazar overlapped in Han Jin's mind, and he couldn't even control himself a little, but his state of mind had just been greatly improved, and he finally calmed down, and as soon as he turned his hand, a white flame appeared in his palm.

Seeing that flame, Hazel immediately understood what Han Jin was going to do, and she, who was originally bent on death, suddenly became excited, and a low moan came out of her mouth.

"I've sent Joyce out, and you can rest assured that she will live in peace and quiet in a place where no one else disturbs her. Han Jin raised his head and said softly.

Hearing Han Jin's words, Hazel not only let go of her heart, but also relaxed, she looked at the quietly burning flame, and then closed her eyes peacefully.

"I'm sorry, I can't save you. Han Jin said slowly, with his ability, the dungeon is useless, but if he wants to bring a person, the difficulty will increase thousands of times out of thin air, even if he saves Hazel, she will become the second Edwina, and even put himself in it.

Hazel smiled distorted and ugly, but her eyes never opened again.

"Understood...... Han Jin pointed at his sword, and the flames shot upwards abruptly, hitting Hazel's body, and immediately burst, enveloping Hazel inside.

The Three Flavors True Fire was not an ordinary fire, it was powerful enough to burn everything in the world, and after only a few moments, Hazel had turned into pieces of fly ash and scattered with the wind, and even the two iron hooks that brought Hazel endless pain were burned into molten iron and rolled to the ground.

But the Three Flavors True Fire is not magic, there is no magic power fluctuation, those who can see Han Jin are all standing there in a daze, and those who can't see Han Jin are still trying to create their own pleasure, even if this pleasure is based on the pain of others, they are also happy to do it.

"The air here is too dirty, isn't it......" Han Jin seemed to say to the pieces of ash, as if to himself.

(To be continued)