At the moment when Han Shi held the hammer in his hand and pointed at the blade of the Heavenly Dao, an illusory hammer shadow suddenly appeared.

The shadow of the hammer stands up to the sky, and there is no end to it at a glance, and as far as the eye can see, you can only see the handle of the hammer, and the hammer seems to have broken through the sky and merged into the starry sky.

As soon as this hammer shadow came out, an extremely strong suction force was immediately generated, and countless spiritual power vortices appeared out of thin air, causing the hammer shadow to condense at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The three-thousand-zhang Heavenly Dao Blade emitted a crisp and passionate sound as a response to this hammer shadow.

Suddenly, a strong fluctuation emanated from the blue pupils in the center of Han Shi's eyebrows, with him as the center, turning into a ring-shaped light green light, pushing towards the distance, although the force was large, but there was no intention to attack, just pushing the nearby monks thousands of miles away.

Among them, it also includes Dao Zhou and Qingniu.

I saw that Dao Zhou's little face was slightly stunned, and then he was furious, and shouted, "Han Shi, what do you mean by this?"

"You are not qualified to participate in this battle. Han Shi looked as usual and said softly.

"We made a pact back then, we want to live and die together, what kind of bullshit are you talking about now. ”

Dao Zhou stomped his feet and roared, it faintly felt that Han Shi had the heart of life and death, but this strange power of Qingmang made it impossible to resist, pushing it farther and farther away from the green bull who had fallen into a coma, and couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Don't you understand, back then, I was ...... Lie to you. Han Shi glanced deeply at Dao Zhou and Qingniu, withdrew his gaze, and looked at Qingmei who seemed to be asleep gently.

"Dao Zhou, please. ”

Han Shi whispered, the hand holding the hammer became tighter and tighter.

"Han Shi, you bastard, what kind of hero. ”

"Han Shi, you quickly take back this green mang, it's still too late. ”

"Han Shi, Lao Tzu beg, let me behave too. ”

"Han Shi, Lao Tzu has never begged anyone, for our brother's sake, let me help you once. ”

"Han Shi, if you don't take it back, Lao Tzu will be angry. ”

"Han Shi, without me, you would ...... Dead. ”

"Han Shi, you must ...... No...... Die!"

"Han Shi, you ......"

Dao Zhou's voice became smaller and quieter until he could no longer be heard.

With Han Shi as the center, no one can step into it within a radius of thousands of miles, and the iron hammer in his hand began to be petrified from the handle of the hammer, covered with a faint cyan color, and finally, the iron hammer disappeared and became a cyan stone hammer.

Han Shi's hand moved suddenly, and there was only one movement for him, that is, from top to bottom, for the fall.

This action, whether it is the technique of chopping wood with Xuanyuan literature back then, or the meaning of falling stones in the Rolling Stone Fist, or in the past 30 years, in Qingcheng, quietly comprehend the art of striking iron.

Among them, there is one thing in common, that is, falling.

At this moment, the stone hammer in his hand fell, and the huge and incomparable hammer shadow also fell at the same time.

The huge hammer head that almost covered the sky dome, accompanied by a sharp sound of spatial tearing, hammered down towards the middle of thousands of miles.

This scene is destined to leave an unforgettable mark in the hearts of countless Heaven and Earth Alliance monks, and many people, until the day they return to the ruins, often think of the back of the green shirt back then.

It was like the impact of falling from the Nine Heavens Galaxy to the mortal dust, that simple to extreme action.

And that ending many years later, which still causes them to fall into contemplation.

One by one, in the distance, watching the fall of the giant hammer, and the blade of the Heavenly Dao, it collided violently.

Among these people, there is Chen Nan, the emperor of the Heaven and Earth Alliance and a disciple of Xu Shan, Qin Chong, who promised to kill Xu Shan in the next ten years, and the middle-aged man in yellow who fought with Han Shi in the air, this person is King Liang, and the gloomy old man who once spoke disrespectfully to Xu Shan in the blacksmith shop, this person is the King of Qi.

There were many, many monks that Han Shi had never seen before, and at this moment, their eyes fell on this battle.

At the moment when the giant hammer was about to collide with the blade of the Heavenly Dao, a sudden change appeared, and the three-color stone shadow representing the artistic conception of Han Shi's withered glory appeared below the blade of the heavenly path out of thin air, and the artistic conception of withering glory suddenly spread, and the black and white color was like two nooses, locking the blade of the heavenly path in place.

This kind of locking can't last long, and can only maintain one-tenth of a breath, but it is this one-tenth of a breath that determines victory or defeat, and the blade of the Heavenly Dao, which could have avoided the edge of the giant hammer, was now smashed on the blade by the giant hammer.

Suddenly, the Heavenly Dao Blade, after a tremble, collapsed on a large scale, countless crystal lights flickered, and then annihilated, returning to a formless and phaseless state.

In less than three breaths, the giant blade of three thousand zhang in size disappeared, and the rules of the Heavenly Dao against Qingmei were smashed by this hammer to annihilate without a trace.

Immediately after, the phantom of the giant hammer, the moment it touched the ground, turned into a wave of qi, scattered in all directions, and disappeared completely.

The dust settled, the once bloody sky, the once stormy clouds changed color, and the once oppressive sky, the sun sprinkled again.

The clear light, reflected on Han Shi's slightly bewitching face, constituted a magical picture, which was an unforgettable beauty.

The entire Heaven and Earth Alliance, at this moment, seemed to be only silent, and everyone was looking at Han Shi who was standing there in a daze, and had forgotten what to say.

Everyone was looking at Han Shi, but in Han Shi's eyes, there were only green eyebrows.

The pupil of the stone in the center of Han Shi's eyebrows gradually closed, making his forehead smooth again, and a tear with a faint green rhyme fell into the dust at the moment when the pupil of the stone completely disappeared.

That's the tears of the stone pupils!

In this strange silence, as well as Han Shi's too calm look, Dao Zhou smelled an unusual aura, and without the obstruction of Qingmang, its wings flashed, turning into an extremely fast streamer, heading straight for Han Shi.

Suddenly, a crisp cracking sound sounded from Han Shi's body, this sound was not loud, but when it fell in everyone's ears, there was a trance feeling of fate and fate being severed.

This kind of collapse did not only stay in Han Shi's body, but also saw that on the three-color ashlar, a crack like a wild dragon was instantly densely covered, peeling off the black, white and gray colors from the constantly collapsing ashlar, forming three light clusters, floating in mid-air.

The fall of the giant hammer smashed not only the blade of the Heavenly Dao, but also the artistic conception of Han Shi's reincarnation, which was also completely destroyed together with the blade of the heavenly path in this indescribable blow.

"Although this son's self-destructive act is the only solution to this unsolvable situation, once it falls, there can be no regrets. ”

Back then, the dialogue between the man in white and the man in Tsing Yi once said this, although Han Shi understood the mystery of the chess game, but he did not have a deep understanding of the word "self-killing", at most, it was only the life and death of the chess pieces, as a chess player, he only needed to watch coldly, but he did not really need to do that self-killing.

It wasn't until the moment the giant hammer fell that he completely realized the meaning of self-destruction, not just a chess game, but turning himself into a chess piece, breaking the game of the Heavenly Dao, if he did not have the courage to kill himself, he and she would always be able to become chess pieces under the Heavenly Dao, hiding in a corner, no matter how much they struggled, they could not have the power to decide their own fate.

If that were the case, he could only look at her, and in the years, in his memory, gradually turned into dust, leaving no trace, and in the end, he was the same.

This is the eternal fate of the chess pieces.

"Isn't it lonely to die alone, if this death is eternal loneliness, I will accompany you. Han Shi muttered, his eyes soft.

In the palace of the Jin Kingdom back then, the scenes of Qingmei whispering in his ear passed through his heart.

The departure of the three colors made the shadow of the ashlar become looming, and the ripples of collapse scattered in all directions between the heaven and the earth, making the shadow of the ashlar, like a candle in the wind, suddenly extinguish at a moment.

The collapse of the Void Natal Stone will be a catastrophe even more terrible than the catastrophe, not to mention, what it contains is the artistic conception of the reincarnation of glory that Han Shi cultivated with his life.

And the artistic conception will never be divided......

The white light that represented the artistic conception of glory slowly fell in mid-air, enveloping the green eyebrows, and her almost withered face, after a wisp of white light merged into her body, gradually changed into the appearance of a girl at a speed visible to the naked eye, that is...... In Han Shi's memory, the face when they met for the first time.

The corners of Qingmei's mouth chuckled, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep, and the white light wrapped around her gradually condensed to form a transparent sarcophagus.

This sarcophagus isolates all breath, no matter how vicissitudes of the outside world, the time in this sarcophagus only stays at this moment.

At the same time, the black light cluster that represented the artistic conception of withering turned into a churning black mist, slowly falling from the top of the Han stone.

This black mist was as thick as ink, and as soon as it fell, the sunlight around it weakened significantly, and Han Shi stood in the center of the waist-deep black mist, looking at Qingmei stupidly.

Suddenly, the gray light cluster that represented the withering and glorious was rapidly contracted, and finally, the gray light point it condensed turned into a seed in the flickering.

Soon after the seed appeared, there were signs of hatching, and the thin gray shoots continued to be pulled out and grown, so that the seed gradually bloomed completely.

I don't know when, the phantom of a flower, in mid-air, bloomed the first petal, and then opened one after another.

That's a ...... Brilliant gray flowers!

Gray should be a dull color, it should be a gloomy mood, but this gray flower is incomparably beautiful, but everyone who sees the flower is trembling, as if the softness hidden in the deepest part of the heart has been touched, which is hidden under the cold reality, and has been touched for many years.

"The flowers on the other side...... Han Shi couldn't see joy and sorrow in his eyes, but his long black hair, the moment he saw the flowers on the other side, it turned gray from the root of the hair.

Han Shi stretched out his hand and summoned, and the flower flew straight into his hand and was twisted by him on his fingertips.