A white mist curls silently, a black-robed freezer roars in the sky, and walks side by side in mid-air with great speed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There was a white mist on Han Zixie's body that began to shroud the masked boy, and a strong life and death crisis permeated the masked boy's mind, although he was shocked in his heart, but at the moment of crisis, the masked boy didn't have time to think about it, and his expression was decisive.

"Demon Source Cannon!" Blood suddenly appeared under the masked young man's black face scarf, and when he brushed it, his face towel fell off.

Revealing his face under the scarf, his face was also as terrifying as Han Zixie's appearance at the moment, and even surpassed, it was this fleshless mouth, Sen Sen's white bones and two white teeth were exposed, and it was terrifying!

There was a red glow in his fleshless mouth, emitting bursts of bloody breath, and with a bang, a blood-colored pillar of light erupted from his mouth, and because Han Zixie was side by side with him, the blood pillar directly bombarded Han Zixie's body.

With a bang, Han Zixie's body was knocked away, dragging a long white mist, which kept tumbling in the air until it stopped dozens of feet away.

Han Zixie's figure stopped, floating in the air, but his chest was a blur of flesh and blood, and even the white ribs were faintly visible!

Han Zixi glanced down at his chest, there was not the slightest look of pain on his face, and a strange smile still appeared on the corner of his mouth, turning into a white mist, and heading straight for the black-robed young man at a faster speed.

"What kind of monster is he?" the black-robed young man gasped, his scalp tingled, and he turned around and fled without thinking.

The demon source cannon he had just cast was not his own, but a life-saving method given to him by his master, even if the great monk was hit and did not die, he was seriously injured, he didn't expect Han Zixie's body to be hard, and it didn't affect Han Zixie at all!

The black-robed young man bit his fingertips with his white bone mouth, popping out a drop of blood, and in an instant, the whole person withered, turning into a ball of blood and qi to wrap him, gaining a faster speed.

But when he turned his head again, the white mist that Han Zixi had turned into had already appeared ten feet behind him.

The black-robed young man's heart was shocked to the extreme, the hairs on his whole body rose suddenly, and his heart turned into a frightened scream at this moment.

Yes!

The white mist that Han Zixi had turned into enveloped the blood-clad black-robed young man in the blink of an eye, and then the white mist began to squirm, and a terrible howl spread throughout the gloomy sky.

The white mist slowly turned into a blood mist, and the screaming sound had disappeared, leaving only a rolling blood mist floating in the sky eerily and eerily, if it was seen, it would be creepy.

After a short time, the blood mist began to slowly turn into white mist under the tumbling, and then with a brush, a white thing fell out of the white mist and fell to the ground.

On closer inspection, it turned out to be a white bone, on which some blood was faintly visible, and it fell on the stone with a snap and scattered all over the ground!

The breeze blew through the sky, but it could not blow away the mist that glowed with a faint white glow, and slowly, the white mist began to shrink, and finally turned into a young man with ragged clothes and a beautiful face.

Han Zixie's body slowly descended from the sky, his previous bloody chest had returned to its original state at this moment, his skin was ruddy, no longer as bloodless as before, and his eyes were back to normal.

Han Zixie stood on a stone, looked at the white bones scattered in front of him in a daze, raised his trembling hands, and looked at his hands numbly.

"How so? I... What did I do?" Han Zixi muttered to himself, and then he hugged his head and knelt on the stone and screamed in pain!

Yes!

Under the gray sky, a boat with a width of five feet and two feet was slowly driving in the air, and Han Zi stood beside the boat in a daze, as if he had lost his soul.

Then Han Zixi sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to calm his state of mind.

A day later, in the rocky mountains, an angry roar came out, causing the whole world to shake.

"Who killed my son?"

A tall, middle-aged man in a black robe stood in front of the scattered bones on the ground, his long white eyebrows, his bloodshot eyes burning with endless anger and grief.

A handful of rolled up the bones on the ground, and a cultivation beyond the Great Monk emanated from him, causing some of the rubble around him to burst open with a thud.

In the flying sand and rocks, he turned into a streamer and flew out of the rocky mountain, but he had just been out of the rocky mountain, he was beaten again, and when he saw the blood and rags in front of the rocky mountain, he roared again, and went straight to the rocky village all the way.

"Whoever you are, I'm going to crush you and cramp your skin!"

About an hour later, the rock village, which had been peaceful and peaceful, was now filled with fire, and the village was strewn with corpses and blood splattered everywhere.

"He has a bronze medal with an auspicious cloud pattern on his belt, that's all I know, please, don't kill..." Before the middle-aged uncle could finish speaking, the white-eyed middle-aged man slammed his palm on the middle-aged uncle's heavenly spirit, died of anger, and fell in front of the rock village.

The last person to be killed by the white-eyed middle-aged man was the uncle who picked wood that Han Zixi met when he entered the village a few days ago.

"Xianyin Village, it's Xianyin Village again! In the future, I, Chen Baixu, will definitely wash Xianyin Village in blood to comfort my son's soul!" Chen Baixu's eyes stared at the direction of the west, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.

......

Time is like an arrow, time is like a shuttle, and half a year passes in the gap between the white horses.

On this day, the sky was clear, the wind was smooth, the sky was cloudless, and the sky was blue.

Under the blue sky, there was a green and humid forest, and on this sunny morning, suddenly there was a boom, a roar that exploded through the forest, causing a tree to collapse and a large amount of black smoke to rise.

Not far from the explosion site, a young man in a gray robe sat on a huge bush, his dark eyes were as bright as stars, a trace of essence flashed in his eyes, a smile appeared on his delicate face, and there was a faint excitement that could not be suppressed.

"Haha, this technique is simply for me, it's really wonderful, it's wonderful, hahaha..." Han Zixi looked up to the sky and laughed, stood up from the bushes, and looked at the explosion in front of him, with a look of pride on his face.

"In this world, apart from my Uncle Han, who can use this spell that was originally used to commit suicide as calmly as I am!" Han Zixie spoke proudly at the sky.

Han Zixie has been studying those techniques in the sea of consciousness for half a year, and he has also discovered the location of the Divine Earthquake Technique, which is also a technique, but it is a superior exercise.

The reason why Han Zixie didn't see it in the sea of consciousness was because the storm turned by the Divine Earthquake Technique was turning so fast that Han Zixie's divine consciousness at this moment couldn't see it at all.

That time, Han Zixie's divine consciousness was damaged, because he encountered the invisible storm of the Divine Shock Technique, and his divine consciousness was instantly shattered by the storm, and after he found out later, he smiled bitterly in his heart.

But although Han Zixie's divine consciousness was shattered that time, after recovering, he found that his divine consciousness had actually increased, covering a range of more than two hundred zhang, which could be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

When Han Zixie was studying those spells, one of them caught Han Zixie's attention, and this spell was not a mid-to-high-level spell, but a low-level spell.

This technique is not difficult to cultivate, and it is very simple, basically you can learn it as soon as you learn it, or when you cultivate to a certain extent, you can use it without learning it, that is self-destructing!

The so-called self-explosion is the practice of reversing one's own cultivation, making one's own spiritual power disordered, causing extreme instability, and thus detonating all one's own power instantly.

After this self-detonation technique was seen by Han Zixie, he was deeply attracted to him, so he began to study the self-detonation technique, in Han Zixie's mind, his flying shadow is also formed by aura, so can he perform this technique completely unscrupulously?

After nearly half a year of analysis and practice, Han Zixi has completely mastered the self-detonation technique, from the very beginning of the self-detonation shadow body will pull himself, to the current self-detonation shadow, the damage caused to his own body is almost negligible.

Originally, the damage to his shadow body had a certain effect on his body, but now that he had built a physical foundation, this influence was no longer a threat to him.

"Who can blow themselves up infinitely like me?"