Han Shu fell to the ground again, and when he woke up again, there was a vast sea of stars in front of him, and the stars in the sky were shining dazzlingly, which made him feel very healing, and he felt that his whole body was full of strength.

Han Shu looked at the body that was already intact, and suddenly woke up, since this is a test to become the son of the underworld, it is definitely not a dead end, and thinking back to his previous encounter, when walking hard on the quicksand and stone ground, Han Shu had to carefully control the changes in his mental power, but he must maximize the role of the Yin and Yang Domain, in order to make his current control of mental power perfect.

After the pain of the gale wind that had just ended, Han Shu could clearly feel that his body had become more indestructible, much stronger than before.

Han Shu suddenly had a magical idea, injected his mental power into Yan Longjian and Ruyi Sword, and then slammed it on himself, which made Han Shu feel a little regretful, he shouldn't have tried like this, there were obviously two more sword marks on his chest, it seems that it still doesn't work, Han Shu has some doubts about whether his idea is correct, and the power of this body is not good, this knife will still bleed if it is cut down.

After sighing helplessly, he looked at the flower on his shoulder, the original transparent petals had recovered half of the previous color, it seemed that the flower could still recover itself, this result made Han Shu a little overjoyed, unconsciously, this flower became Han Shu's only companion in this space.

Keep walking.

Han Shu ignored the two sword marks on his chest, because he found that these two sword marks were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it seemed that the pain of scraping the bones was not in vain, and there was still some effect.

Walking under the vast starry sky, Han Shu felt relaxed and happy, and the quiet surroundings and the picturesque night view made Han Shu feel comfortable for a long time.

Han Shu suddenly stopped, thinking about such a beautiful scenery, how could he not appreciate it, if he was still a former student, he would definitely pull his good brother at this time, sit here and sing to wine, chant poems and paint. It's just a pity that those times are gone.

The stars in the night sky were unusually shining, alerting Han Shu. This place is definitely not for me to admire, but I didn't notice anything abnormal, and Han Shu's divine sense was all released, and he was always vigilant.

It's a pity that I didn't bring wine, otherwise I could have drunk two glasses. Immerse yourself in this starry sky.

What is that, Han Shu stared at a star in front of him, this star was getting brighter and brighter, and seemed to be approaching him, and in the blink of an eye, it fell from the sky, Han Shu chuckled, I have long guarded against you, who said that things in the sky do not fall to the earth, doesn't this come down?

The dragon roared and headed straight for the stars, and then Han Shu followed, and two majestic sword qi followed the dragon and slashed at the falling stars.

The giant dragon directly penetrated the stars, and the two sword qi also passed through, Han Shu was bombarded by the stars and fell to the ground, Han Shu covered his wounds, and scolded: This is not right, this is not fair, why is my attack ineffective.

The dragon seemed to be stunned for a moment, entrenched in the sky and didn't know what to do, more and more stars fell in the night sky, Yan Long returned to the sheath, Han Shu stood up, and looked helpless: I knew that this was the result, I would have enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the stars first, and I would have been beaten anyway, I was still wary of something, come on, smash me.

At this moment, Han Shu's wish was satisfied, and no matter which side of the stars it was, all of them smashed towards Han Shu.

At first, Han Shu wanted to show his tenacious and unyielding will, standing vertically with his feet and stubbornly staring at the starry sky, but after only holding on for a while, Han Shu had to cover his face and lie on the ground.

But fortunately, Han Shu is used to it, as long as he covers his face, the dragon is entrenched in the sky with lantern-wide eyes, and it seems that he can't bear to see Han Shu so miserable.

I don't know how long it took, the night sky was dark, and there was not a single star, Han Shu secretly glanced at the surrounding situation through his fingers, and after repeatedly making sure that there was no danger, he changed into a white robe and stood up stubbornly.

Han Shu waved his hand, and the dragon flew down from the sky, but to Han Shu's sadness, the moment he returned to the sword, the dragon seemed to show a disdainful expression.

Han Shu is also very sad, he can only be beaten, and the feeling of not being able to fight back is too aggrieved, when will this day be the end, fortunately, the wild sky is gone, otherwise I will complain again, follow the eldest brother, and fight three times a day.

Let's keep walking, Han Shu made a bitter face and continued to walk forward, but as soon as he took a step, his scalp was numb by a thunderbolt that fell from the sky, and his hair stood upside down, followed by the second and third thunderbolts, not giving Han Shu a chance to breathe at all.

Han Shu has become numb all over, standing still and not doing any defense, forget it, it doesn't matter, I'm used to it anyway.

The white clothes have been split into rags, Han Shu's eyes are dull, he looks ahead in a daze, raises his head slightly, the night sky has also returned to its previous appearance, it seems to be over, Han Shu's nose is sour: Come on!

Han Shu changed his clothes and was about to continue walking, when he suddenly felt a terrifying power gathering above his head, and Han Shu looked up at the top of his head: No. His voice became a little shaky.

A large mass of purple thunder and lightning was condensing in the night sky, and the terrifying aura could be felt just by flickering between the clouds, and the crackling sound was sandwiched with thunder to make Han Shu run away.

While running, he shouted: this is impossible, this will be hacked to death.

But no matter where Han Shu ran to, where this purple thunder and lightning followed, and finally forced Han Shu to be anxious, Han Shu pulled out Yan Long and pointed his sword at the thunder and lightning: Come on, you have the ability to kill me, your mother.

Han Shu's legs were trembling, although his tone was very hard, but his body was very cowardly, Yan Longjian made a panicked sound, as if he was complaining to Han Shu, why did he let Yan Longjian be at the front.

The purple thunder and lightning have finally gathered, and compared to the previous thunder, this is completely a desolate beast.

Han Shu's hand holding the sword had already begun to tremble, and he kept swallowing his saliva, ready to die.

Purple thunder fell slowly from the sky, flooding the cold sleep in the sea of thunder, and the violent explosions continued one after another. It wasn't until the smoke and dust cleared that the thunder completely disappeared.

Han Shu struggled to climb out of the huge pit that was blasted out by the thunder, and collapsed to the ground the moment he came ashore.

But before the words could be spoken, thunder appeared in the night sky, as if it was about to fall at any moment.

In the end, Han Shu admitted defeat and showed a very ugly smile: Brother, please go back, I'll take it.

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