The old man's ears were buzzing, his body was completely transparent, his big sleeves covered his face and his eyes were closed, but he still couldn't cover the light, and his eyes were like being pierced by needles and swords.

The strange thing is that such an explosion did not blow a storm, nor did it have much power, just an exaggerated loud noise and ten thousand dazzling lights.

The old man was very close to Qing Han, and he thought that his body would definitely die, but except for the stimulation of his ears and eyes, and his body was even more sluggish, nothing else seemed to have happened.

As soon as the cold breath dissipated, before he could be happy, he soon felt a burst of vitality again.

And this vitality made him almost crazy, not to mention the fluctuation of that person's soul, most of it was his immortal power!

This soul fluctuation is so powerful that it is enough to shake this heaven and earth, and it seems that it is not the same person as the person before.

Even though he was fearless in his body, he was now just an out-of-body incarnation that wasn't even a doppelganger.

Not to mention this incarnation, even if other incarnations move forward, I am afraid that they will have to fall to their knees in the face of this powerful fluctuation!

"This is impossible! It is impossible for mortals to absorb immortal power, and the old man detonated it with the Divine Seal of Misery, how could he still be alive!"

He couldn't believe it, after all, this was an impossible thing, and the so-called immortal power was naturally only driven by immortal gods.

How can a lowly being under that absolute existence be touched? Touching half a point can make him lose his form and spirit!

The old man put down his big sleeves and opened his eyes suddenly, and the white mist suddenly gushed out like tears, and his two eyeballs were bloodshot.

At this time, he is no longer arrogant, no anger, and some are just terrifying and hideous!

He watched as the light split into thousands of pieces.

Then it shrank sharply, flickering brighter, and his eyes began to blur.

At this time, the bright pieces are close to each other and put together, and if one piece does not fit, it will be bounced off and replaced with the next one, just like a child's game.

Gradually, these lights bend and pile up, forming the outline of a person.

Then it is torn into strips and stacked, giving birth to white, black, gray and blue strips.

"Can't let him continue!"

The old man's throat tightened, his body trembled and he was illusory, and the white mist emitted from his body and then churned, and he lifted the black giant sword little by little.

Two fingers into a sword into the center of the eyebrows, actually probed into the center of the eyebrows, and when he pulled out again, the old man showed a painful look.

A strange white mark appeared between the old man's fingers.

If you look closely, you can see that it contains a hint of pale gold, which is circulating in the center of the imprint.

"Ten years of collection, the old man will kill you if he doesn't want it all!"

His eyes widened to show madness, this person didn't say a word before and did it directly, and naturally he didn't have any idea of letting him live.

He also wiped this mark into the palm of his hand, and slapped seven palms in a row to the place where the light gathered, and the illusory palms were magnified several times when they took off their hands.

"Where this person is, bad luck is coming, the void is shattered, and the soul is empty!"

As the words spoke, the six palms turned abruptly, distributed around the light, and bent in unison to grasp the surrounding space, and suddenly folded and cracked.

"Shattered!"

The last palm shone with golden light, and pushed horizontally towards the space where the rift had been born.

At the same time as the stabbing sounded, the space collapsed, and a large hexagonal prismatic hole appeared in the air, revealing a rapidly rotating dark vortex.

In an instant, the darkness invaded the wind and howled, the corners of the humanoid silhouette were slightly distorted, and the four-colored strips were already stretched straight, and they were about to be sucked into the whirlpool.

In this lightning and flint, where the light gathered, the man's facial features had just been born, and the light immediately dissipated at an extremely fast speed.

He opened his eyes!

His appearance has not changed, but the old man can see at a glance that he is definitely not the person he was before, and it can be said that he is very different.

If it is said that there is warmth in the cold eyes of Qing Han, and there is only gloom and evil in the extremely evil eyes, then in addition to being free and uninhibited, there is even extreme ruthlessness and vicissitudes in this person's eyes!

It was very contradictory, but the old man looked at him, and such a thought naturally rose in his heart, and he was shocked!

What kind of gaze is this...... Even in those great gods, I have never seen such momentum, just holding it and not making it make the old man's mind collapse!"

The four-colored light flashed in his eyes, and he didn't even look at the whirlpool behind him, and with one leg sideways, he smashed it to pieces, and the fragments fell into the bottomless abyss.

Stretched out his hand to pull the scattered long hair out of the hole, and grabbed the broken place on the side casually, and gently pulled it, as if pulling down the curtain, and the shattered space was connected and healed in an instant.

The more clearly he could see, the more the old man couldn't take back the shock, his teeth were still clenched, but he didn't notice that his hands were trembling slightly.

"A sword cuts the space, and the space is repaired with ease...... Who are you?"

Qing Han touched his face, looked down at the naked body below, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Who do I ask me when you ask me......?"

As soon as the words fell, the figure disappeared suddenly.

Lost his trace in an instant, the old man's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously wanted to teleport back.

Unexpectedly, his shoulders sank, his eyebrows were cold, and there was a deep sigh in his ears:

"It's really immoral...... Lend your clothes for use, and this mark, you won't need it anyway......"

With a whoosh, the body was slightly cool.

The old man tilted his head with a blank face.

Qing Han peeled off the phantom clothes on the old man's body with one hand, and he didn't know when he put it on his own body.

With the other hand, he picked off the mark of the old man's eyebrows, and pressed it to his own eyebrows, which was shining with white light.

Before he could react, a smile appeared on the corner of Qing Han's mouth, and he grabbed the placket of his clothes and dragged him up to float in the air.

The old man's strength was greatly weakened, and he couldn't break free even if he struggled desperately, and shouted hysterically:

"What are you going to do! I am the god of Nandou!"

Qing Han thought deeply, thought for a while, and said with an indifferent face:

"I know, you are the star monarch of the doom, one of the six gods of the Southern Dipper, living in the Fifth Heavenly Palace, in charge of eliminating disasters and relieving misfortune~"

This sentence caused the old man to be stunned, and before he could respond, Qing Han lifted him higher, and his other hand was clenched into a fist, directly shattering him.

In the roar and scream, the old man's body turned into countless white threads, which were swallowed by Qing Han in one bite.

Qing Han licked his lips, moved his steps and walked to the giant sword, gently stroked it up and down, sighed as if it was an aftertaste, and chuckled:

"It's been a thousand years, and you still haven't changed at all......"

The greatsword flickered with a ghostly light, and gradually shrank back into its original form.

Qing Han grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled it out, splashing several feet of mud, and the ground collapsed for three points, and the cracks spread incessantly.

Without hesitation, he walked towards the old woman, and with every step he took fell, a trace of trance flashed in his eyes.

The footsteps sounded deep and shallow, and the old woman smiled and turned her head, her eyes were no more fierce and resentful, only calm.

"You're still here......"

Qing Han held the sword and kept walking on his side, and he also smiled back.

"Yes, I'm coming......"

He walked with a smile on his face, Panasonic Yellow Shirt Hunting.

The ghostly light flashed and pierced the old woman's chest.

The heat flowed through his palms, and they were bright red.

The old woman's body went limp, and she almost hung down to Qing Han's left shoulder.

The stubborn dry hand pressed, and it was supported by death.

Grabbed the hem of his shirt and forced him to look at hers.

"How long?"

Qing Han lowered his eyes, smiled warmly, and pulled the blade to the right, waving a red curtain.

"Forever. ”