At this moment, if the black dragon sends a blow towards Han Shi, no matter how heavy it is, as long as it touches Han Shi's body, it will immediately cause Han Shi's soul to be shattered and completely destroyed, and even the physical body will turn into dust and dissipate between heaven and earth, and he will not be able to enter reincarnation forever.

Maybe after many years, there will be a monk named Han Shi, even if he still has the same appearance, but that is by no means the current Han Shi, and it will never be.

There was a hint of confusion in the black dragon's eyes, and there was a burst of kindness from the body of this green-shirted monk.

This person's aura faded sharply, almost on the verge of shattering, but he was still struggling, and the black dragon subconsciously had a thought of protecting this person.

Under the swimming of the dragon body, it went up and down from the hundred-zhang high palace, surrounded Han Shi, and coiled up a dragon array, completely isolating Han Shi from the outside world, and even the wind could not enter.

This kind of idea of protection is very rare in the black dragon's life, and even it feels a little strange, this is an instinct, and all this is precisely because of the aura emanating from this person.

If Han Shi is still awake and thinks about it for a while, he will know the answer, his Yuan Shen has cut off contact with the outside world under extreme pain, which naturally includes storage bags.

Without the sealed storage bag, the breath of the contents will leak out slightly, and the huge cobblestone, an egg with dragon blood, is sealed in it and cannot hatch.

And at this moment, what made the black dragon feel intimate was the breath of the round stone, not the Han stone.

It's just that by mistake, the black dragon guarding the cobblestone is equivalent to guarding the Han stone, even if the black-faced man appears at this moment, it is helpless.

In the dark, the black dragon and Han Shi formed this good fate, and at some point in the future, Han Shi will also return this good fate.

If Han Shi hadn't been born in Hanjia Village, he wouldn't have met Xuanyuan Wen, and he wouldn't have the idea of cultivating.

If you don't enter the Xuanyang Gate, you won't be teleported to the Seven Dragons Prison.

If it is not gray stone, it will not become stone repair.

If you don't become the young master of the clan, you won't be an enemy of the whitefriar, and you won't get the huge cobblestone.

So today, there will not be a dragon who chooses to protect rather than destroy when facing Han Shi.

I have to say that in this world, between chance and fate, it is not simple to say clearly.

At this moment, Han Shi's body is guarded, but his mind can only rely on himself.

In a trance, Han Shi seemed to return to his childhood, at that time, his heart was very simple, at that time, in his world, there was only his father and mother, at that time, he had not met Mr. Xuanyuan, at that time, he did not have a name.

At that time, in a dream, he didn't know...... Who am I.

Looking at the candle flame in his hand, and then at the boundless darkness in front of him, there was a trace of horror in Han Shi's eyes.

I don't know when, he came here, feeling the cold in the wind, Han Shi couldn't help but shiver.

The candle flame in his hand flickered and dimmed, and there were signs of extinguishment, Han Shi hurriedly used his body to protect the candle flame, so that the candle flame gradually stabilized.

Looking at the shadow of the candlelight projected on the ground, obliquely, there was bitterness in Han Shi's eyes, this candle is not long, and it can be held with one hand.

The candle flame kept burning, the candle light was not strong, it could only illuminate a small place in front of him, in this boundless darkness, it could not illuminate his way forward, but in any case, it was better to go forward than to stay where he was and wait for death.

Not knowing where he was, Han Shi suddenly felt extremely sad, and his thoughts about his father and mother filled his heart.

On the immature face, the originally clear eyes had the meaning of vicissitudes.

Han Shi stopped, rubbed his sore shoulder, changed the candle flame to his right hand, held it carefully, and walked forward.

A little candle flame, accompanied by a child, gradually melted into this boundless darkness.

I don't know how long it took, Han Shi only felt the extreme pain under his feet, and he couldn't move anymore, so he had to stop, sit on the ground, look at the candle flame in his hand, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

The candle flame is only the length of a finger, and it will be extinguished in a short time.

Looking at the darkness in front of him, which still had no end, Han Shi finally felt scared.

This fear is not the fear of death, but the fear that I will never see my parents again, and if I die like this, I can't imagine the sadness of my parents.

This sadness cannot be made up for by anything, only if he lives.

Touching the gray stone on his chest, Han Shi had a trace of strength, stood up, and continued to walk forward, the figure gradually drifted away, and the candle flame became more and more faint.

At last moment, in the swaying, the last light was emitted, and this light was the brightest moment of the candle flame, illuminating the surrounding situation for dozens of feet very clearly.

Han Shi saw that not far away, there was an old locust tree, which was very similar to the one at the entrance of Hanjia Village, and before the light dissipated, Han Shi hurriedly walked under the tree.

And when the candlelight reached its brightest, it immediately dimmed, and in less than three breaths, it was completely dispersed.

After the faint red light of the wick disappeared completely, the world was completely plunged into darkness.

Only the old locust tree leaning against him gave Han Shi a trace of comfort in his heart, as if he had returned to Hanjia Village, maybe his parents were not far away, at the door of his house, waiting for him to go back.

The confusion in the black dragon's eyes was even stronger, and his huge eyes stared at Han Shi motionlessly.

The aura of the green-shirted monk was already imperceptible, obviously on the verge of death, but why was the intimacy even stronger?

Han Shi didn't know that his situation often happened when he unsealed the pupil of the stone in ancient times.

Therefore, there must be more than three seniors present, and when the person who unsealed the seal never opened his eyes, and the breath dropped to the point of dying, the three seniors Shi Xiu made a move and used the unique magic power of the stone clan to awaken the person who was unsealed.

The isolated stone clan solitary cultivators can only rely on themselves, if the perseverance is not enough, or the opportunity is not good, they will be wiped out in the process of unblocking.

Therefore, the pupil of the unsealed stone is also called the sixth meteorite in addition to the five meteors by the lonely cultivators of the stone clan.

That's why this stone clan cultivator is alone, either he dies early, or he makes a shocking move.

This candle flame is the obsession in Han Shi's heart.

And now, this obsession has also been extinguished.

In Han Shi's mind, there was no light, and darkness filled the air, according to the normal situation, Han Shi should be dead.

And the black dragon outside Han Shi's body also noticed this scene, and Han Shi's breath completely dissipated without a trace.

Although I don't know what the two fluctuations were six days ago, the black dragon had a sigh in his heart, how many years, for the first time, there was someone who dared to provoke it, but he died here for no reason.

The dragon array coiled by the black dragon still did not move, and that kind of intimate feeling, with the death of Han Shi, became even stronger, as if there was a voice calling for it.

The sound was so faint that the black dragon couldn't tell where it came from, and out of caution, the black dragon didn't move, it waited, waiting to find the source of this sound.

Behind Han Shi's obsession with his parents, in the depths of the Yuan Shen, where even Han Shi himself didn't know, there was a wisp of cyan looming in the darkness.

The cyan color was faint at first, but soon it dispelled a ray of darkness.

This cyan is not bright, but reveals a hint of blandness, like a landscape of ink painting, this cyan is silent in it, and the subtlety in the painting looms, making people feel just right, neither ostentatious nor completely hidden.

But when you start looking for it, there's no trace.

The darkness seemed to be enraged, and it went with all its strength towards the cyan wisp, intending to engulf it.

But this cyan color was extremely strong, and after being compressed to the limit by the darkness, it turned into a candle flame, and in a flash, it flew directly from heaven and earth over an endless distance and fell into Han Shi's hands.