"Seniors don't dare to be, don't scold me in your heart in the future!" The cold and vicissitudes of life, the emotion of the unrelenting emotion slowly said: "You kid is lucky, he has fused the karmic fire dream lotus, and he has the power of karmic fire, and the karmic fire itself has the power to burn the void, as long as the karmic fire is released, it will naturally be able to burn the space barrier between you and the dark matter, as long as you burn a small hole, you can get that dark matter." ”

Han Xiao wanted to break his head, and the strange voice mentioned it last night, the karmic fire dream lotus in his eyes could burn the void, and he didn't even think about it for a while, and he had to tell him again about the strange voice in front of him.

Although Han Xiao feels that his face is not worth much, it is better to have face than no face.

Han Xiao settled down, thanked the strange voice, and suddenly, his eyes opened violently, and two black lotus flowers gradually appeared in his eye sockets. The two black lotus flowers, like flames, danced in his eye sockets, getting brighter and bigger, and finally jumped out of Han Xiao's eye sockets, and appeared in the sky where the dark matter was suspended, burning violently.

Bang Bang!

Han Xiao has never heard this kind of sound, this is a strange sound made after the space is burned and torn apart by karmic fire, the black karmic fire continues to burn and compress the surrounding space, like a spring that has been pressed to the bottom, once the power of suppression is released, the force of the rebound will increase exponentially.

Boom ——!

The surrounding space burst violently, and a bowl-sized spatial black hole appeared in front of Han Xiao, Han Shou did not hesitate to put his right hand into the black hole, and as soon as he reached into the black hole, countless spatial wind blades instantly smashed his arm.

Han Xiao changed color in shock, and subconsciously thought that the strange voice wanted to harm him.

At this moment, that strange voice sounded again, with a hint of anger in his voice, "You stupid and incorrigible, every torn space will be filled with a powerful space wind blade, that kind of tearing and strangling power, don't say that you are a ghost cultivator in the Rakshasa Realm, even the body of a real immortal, may not be able to withstand it." You're so numb, do you really think your body is made of gold and steel?"

The voice was very excited, as if someone else had accidentally damaged the antiques he had collected for many years, and he wanted to break the number of people who had damaged his antiques.

At this time, Han Xiao's right arm was crushed, although it was painful, but it was nothing to Han Xiao, and he had also experienced torture dozens of times more painful than this.

He just took a breath of cold air and said to the voice, "Senior, my exercises can't be used in another parallel world at all, so I don't need to take it with my hands, so how can I get that grain of dark matter?"

Although Han Xiao's face couldn't see the expression, he was already angry to the extreme, where did he not know the danger of tearing the space, but he had no other way at all, and the strange voice said so, it should have been in his chest, but he had to wait for him to suffer a big loss and come over to scold him, and he had to humbly ask for advice.

In fact, Han Xiao misunderstood this guy who lived in his body, in his eyes, Han Xiao was a cunning and scheming guy, after seeing the power caused by tearing the space once, he should not be stupid enough to touch the wind blade of the void with flesh and blood.

But it has made thousands of calculations, missing that Han Xiao is just a novice who has just stepped into the cultivation realm for less than a year, even if Han Xiao is wise and decisive on the surface, but his experience is there, for many things in the cultivation world, Han Xiao knows nothing, like this kind of power that tears apart space, not to mention Han Xiao, even those monks who are the strongest on the stars under Han Xiao's feet, they don't necessarily know much.

As soon as the strange voice said the above words, it thought of this, but if it said it, how could it admit that it was wrong to Han Xiao, and it would be wrong, and said coldly: "All dark matter contains the rules of heaven and earth, you can use your divine thoughts to condense the surrounding gas into essence, and roll that dark matter into the parallel world where you are." ”

Han Xiao's eyes lit up, in fact, this method seems very simple, but people who have not shuttled between interfaces will not think about this aspect at all for a while.

Using a powerful divine sense to materialize the air requires a huge amount of spiritual and spiritual power, which can only be barely done in the middle of the Yuan Infant Realm.

However, Han Xiao is different, he himself is transformed by a powerful ghost, and the ghost itself is a void spiritual body, a mass of resentment and death condensed by a strong resentment, and substantiated, which has a body. To put it bluntly, Han Xiao itself is just a spiritual power, so he can invoke the power of resentment around him anytime and anywhere, and transform it into endless spiritual power.

Han Xiao immediately calmed down, and the power of death and life in his body operated silently, pulling the surrounding resentful death qi, and creating invisible veins, floating in the void like seaweed, towards the spatial black hole burned by the karmic fire and the lotus.

Han Xiao's dozens of veins entered another parallel world, and the power consumed suddenly increased a hundredfold, just like Kuafu chasing the sun, it seems that the sun is very close and within reach, but the real distance is hundreds of millions of miles away.

Han Xiao felt that suddenly a 100,000-jin mountain pressed on his body, his whole body was tense, and the sweat on his face was flowing down like a river.

He gritted his teeth and desperately extended the veins, and finally came into contact with the dark matter like dust, and several veins opened their tentacles like octopuses, and swept the dark matter into it.

As soon as he came into contact with the dark matter, a vast and mysterious aura of the Great Dao poured into his mind along the veins that extended out of him.

The aura of the avenue that suddenly poured into Han Xiao's mind was like a flat ground suddenly cracking, and the huge mountain, accompanied by countless trees, rose from the ground and towered into the clouds.

The impact of these pictures is so great that if you were an ordinary monk, your mind would have been shattered, and you would have become a stupid person at best, or your brain would burst and die.

However, Han Xiao is not an ordinary monk, he is a ghost cultivator, and the greater the impact, the greater the help to him.

The aura of the Great Dao kept impacting his mind, tempering the spiritual power in his mind, just like a huge iron stone, hammering his spiritual power countless times, as if only in this way could his spiritual power be tempered into an indestructible hundred refined steel.

Han Xiao could clearly feel that the spiritual power in his mind was constantly growing, and he could feel that there was a mountain, a river, and a tree, unfolding in his mind, as if a city had been moved into his mind.

Before he could understand what was going on, his eyebrows were suddenly torn open, and his eyes were raised, and he suddenly saw that the dark matter as fine as dust, like a gem, was embedded in his torn eyebrows, and then the torn eyebrows slowly closed, and there was no wound.

After the dark matter was embedded in his eyebrows, the world in his mind suddenly became dark and dull, and he could only feel a vague outline, just like standing at the head of the city in the dark and looking into the dark city.

When the world became dark, Han Xiao's mind cramped again, this time the headache was centered on the center of the eyebrows, and the nerves in the head were used as leads, expanding on all sides. This trace of pain was different from before, it was a kind of smashing his head hard, and then putting it together, and then smashing it again, and then putting it together, and so on.

At the beginning of dozens of breaths, Han Xiao still endured it, but after a long time, Rao is Han Xiao endured thousands of pains, and he couldn't help but hold his head with his eyes closed, and fell to the ground and tumbled in pain.

In this way, I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a long time, his brain nerves had become numb, and he had adapted to this pain, and that pain was gradually bearable.

Han Xiao took a deep breath, turned over, and slowly opened his eyes, there was no longer darkness in front of him, and what caught his eyes was the old locust tree.

He was stunned, if it weren't for the faint pain in his forehead, he would have thought that what he had experienced before was just his hallucination.

Han Xiao subconsciously looked at the foot of the old locust tree, and a strange dog with two horns and leopard skin was curled up at the foot of the old locust tree. The strange dog is cunning.

Now the cunning luxury is no longer the muscles full when they first met, and her body is shriveled at this time, and her skin is stretched on the skeleton, like an old dog that is about to die.

Lying around the cunning place, there were hundreds of skeletons of Bai Sensen, half of them buried in the soil, half exposed, and the skeletons were still wrapped in a layer of hairless skin, some of which looked like humans and some of which looked like wild beasts.

Han Xiao's eyes narrowed, each skeleton was intricately entangled with a few finger-sized roots, and there were no white maggots or other rotten things around, it was obvious that these people and beasts were sucked dry by this old locust tree and died.

This old locust tree has become a fine!

"Do you know the human language?"

Han Xiao's mental power in his body was silently running, and as soon as he raised his right hand, there was a black qi sword in front of him.

As soon as the black air sword was formed, he was stunned, because in his memory, his right hand was crushed by the storm blade in the void, and now his right hand was well growing on his body.

Just when he was stunned, a voice like grinding his teeth said: "Boy, you take my treasure, don't want to leave here today." ”

Hearing the sound like a human fingernail sliding across a wooden plank, even Han Xiao, a terrible ghost, got goosebumps.

The corners of Han Xiao's mouth were slightly hooked, every time he made this action, he wanted to kill someone, if he was not a person, it was a sign of killing.

Before Han Xiao could make a move, the old locust tree actually shot first, and Han Xiao suddenly felt a fluctuation on the ground, as if the earth dragon was about to break through the ground.

Han Xiao was about to resist, when he saw dozens of vines breaking through the ground, and a thick death aura rushed to his face.

Han Xiao's eyes flashed, the one that broke through the ground was not the real vine of the old locust tree, the distance it extended was not so long, otherwise, the old locust tree should have done something to him a long time ago.

It's already strange for these black vines to break through the ground, and it's even stranger if they have such a strong death aura, others may not be able to see the doorway, but Han Xiao can, because he is transformed by the qi of resentment and death.

Those vines were condensed by the old locust tree with the help of the power of resentful spirits. Attacking Han Xiao with this kind of power is like attacking a wolf dog with a meat bun, which is wishing you could smash as much as possible.

Han Xiao's eyes narrowed, and he had an idea in his heart, and suddenly opened his eyes, revealing an extremely frightened expression, and shouted in his mouth: "What kind of witchcraft are you?"

Before he could finish his words, the vines made of resentful spirits were entangled and dragged towards the old locust tree.