These two breaths are the gray-robed old man and the purple-robed young man.

Seeing the momentum of its tail, he already has the intention of killing, even if he chases the end of this Beixuan Star, he will not rest.

Han Shi's expression was gloomy, his figure was even worse, and his mind was turning rapidly, thinking of a way to get out.

He was extremely injured at the moment, and he couldn't continue to use the end of the world, otherwise even if he took the tripod, he wouldn't be able to catch up.

The battle with the three of them is extremely dangerous, Dao Zhou wanted to make a move several times, but was stopped by Han Shi, he had an intuition that if Dao Zhou's identity was known by these three people, it would cause a series of unknowable changes, not to mention, Dao Zhou was not the body here, and it would cause accidents if he made a rash move.

If he is not on the verge of life and death, he will not let Dao Zhou make a move.

As he walked forward, Han Shi suddenly stared at him, and looked not far away, and in the rolling white mist like an angry wave, a young man in a Confucian robe walked out slowly.

The young man in the Confucian robe looked calm, and he clasped his fists towards Han Shi and said, "Han Shi, Lin Jingzhi of the Lower South Curtain Sect." ”

Han Shi's eyes showed a gleam and said, "It's you." ”

This young man in a Confucian robe, a few days ago, when he killed the fifth sword in Wuya Mountain, he had a relationship with this person, and unlike the three people who intervened to block it, this person did not make a move.

"To make a long story short, Lin Qiuzhu is a member of my Southern Shogun Sect, and he is also the ancestor of my Lin family, today, I will help you. ”

When the young man in the Confucian robe waved his hand, countless clouds and threads gathered between heaven and earth, intertwined in his hands, and turned into a white brush.

The young man in the Confucian robe swiped his pen like a sword, and pierced his backhand from the center of his eyebrows, so that there was a strange drop of vermilion condensed at the tip of the brush.

Blood, not blood!

Han Shi's expression changed, and what the brush absorbed was the longevity of this person, and in that drop of blood, at least a thousand years of vitality were condensed.

The face of the young man in the Confucian robe suddenly turned pale with the appearance of the vermilion, and he held the pen in his right hand and fell out of thin air.

"Fortune Hexagram Cloud Bu ......"

With a low shout from the young man in the Confucian robe, there was a snake dragon in the pen, and in an instant, eight blood-red characters flew out.

...... Dry...... Female...... Modest...... shake

...... Pit...... Leave...... Tough...... exchange

As soon as the eight characters came out, the sea of clouds suddenly changed, with the young man in the Confucian robe as the center, and the eight characters disappeared into eight directions, which suddenly made the entire sea of clouds boiling.

The clouds are all over the world!

The boundless clouds and mist cut off the spiritual sense, but anyone who fell into it could no longer track the target.

"The position of the water can be separated. The cloud pen in the hand of the young man in the Confucian robe shook slightly, turning into a cloud and scattering.

"Thank you!" Han Shi's eyes were solemn, and he hugged his fist towards the young man in the Confucian robe, and his body shook and disappeared into the sea of clouds.

He is a decisive person, and he knows that this is not the time to talk in detail, and this Lin Jingzhi's kindness will one day, he will have retribution.

"I hope I'm right to do this......" The young man in the Confucian robe sighed, and also turned around and walked into the sea of clouds, and his figure gradually faded.

Han Shi naturally didn't know that what the young man in the Confucian robe had lost was not only the thousand-year-old lifespan, but also the cloud pen, which was the treasure that had been inherited by the Nanmu Sect for countless years.

The power of this pen can move the world, and even the monks of Chengding are extremely fearful.

This pen can only be used three times, and it has been passed down for countless years, and only one stroke remains.

And the current one is the last one.

Only when you are outside the sea of clouds can you see where the sea of clouds is, but if you are in it, you can only see a white world, and you don't know the beginning or the end.

If you stand outside the Northern Xuan Star, you can clearly see that a huge white mist with a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles is still expanding at an extremely fast speed, and a faint blood light is revealed from time to time.

This sea of mist has only one function, that is, mystery, no matter what kind of magical power, it cannot be dissipated, this is because Lin Jingzhi's thousand-year-old vitality is integrated into the sea of fog, making it seem to have a trace of spiritual intent.

But this sea of fog can only last for twelve hours, and when the time limit is up, it will disappear with the wind, and the heavens and the earth will be restored to their original state.

Not long after, the gray-shirted old man and the purple-robed young man appeared, and after seeing this sea of fog, their expressions sank, and their spiritual senses swept out, and their eyes became even colder.

This sea of fog completely covered Han Shi's breath, and among them, there was a trace of strange power permeating, distorting the direction of heaven and earth.

"Gossip Misty Array!" the gray-shirted old man said word by word.

At this moment, how could the two of them not see that this Han Shi was actually helped by a master.

The two of them looked gloomy, staring at the sea of fog for a long time, the gray-shirted old man snorted coldly, turned around and left.

The purple-robed young man narrowed his eyes slightly, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, looked at the direction of the gray-shirted old man's departure, and said imperceptibly: "Three ancestors, ......"

The sea of fog for millions of miles did not have much impact on mortals, but the sky became gloomy, and it looked like it would rain at any time.

On the other side of the sea of fog, a green rainbow rushed out, and behind the green rainbow, a big character gradually disappeared in the fog.

"Kan!"

After Han Shi glanced back, he patted the storage bag, took out a few pills and swallowed them, then swept his gaze, and his body galloped away again.

These pills could only temporarily suppress the injuries in his body, and at this moment, he had to find a secret retreat to heal his injuries.

The reason why Han Shi left, instead of fighting to the death, was naturally not that he was afraid of death, but that he had deep thoughts, Bei Xuan's great division, he would definitely kill him, that purple-robed young man, he also had a deep killing intention, but Bei Xuanzi, not to mention that this person cultivated to Tongtian, a single identity, is Lin Qiuzhu's teacher, and Xu Chen's ancestor, if you want to kill this person, it will be extremely tricky.

Moreover, the safety of the entire Xuanyang Gate is all related to Han Shi's body, with his cultivation, as long as he does not die, Northern Xuanzong will never dare to kill Xuanyang Gate up and down.

Otherwise, once he forms a grudge with a cultivator like Han Shi, it will only lead to the same disaster of destruction for Northern Xuanzong.

Once Han Shi is forced to completely tear off his face, regardless of his identity, hide in the shadows, and make a sneak attack on the people of Northern Xuanzong, the three Chengding will naturally have no worries about life and death, but those disciples or elders are almost lifeless, unless they never go out of the mountain gate, otherwise Northern Xuanzong can only watch his own disciples die one by one, until the sect declines.

This is also a consensus of the entire cultivation world, unless there is a certainty of complete destruction, the entire sect of the other party must not be harmed.

In the north of the Chu State, there is a large area of mountains connected, called the Hengyun Mountains, and thousands of miles north of this place is the place of abandonment.

On this day, a young man in a green shirt quietly appeared on a mountain cliff, his expression was calm, but his face was extremely pale.

This young man is none other than Han Shi.

He galloped all the way to this place, but he didn't want to come to his old place.

This Hengyun Mountain Range, after he came out of the abandoned land, he passed through this place, borrowed Chu Tianzong's teleportation array, and opened the way back to the Jin Kingdom.

Han Shi's figure flashed, and immediately appeared in a valley, in his spiritual sense, this valley was a little strange, several dark rivers converged here, flowed out of the valley, and turned into streams.

Han Shi took one step, and his body immediately melted into the mountain wall and appeared in the belly of a mountain.

The place where the belly of the mountain is located is far from the surface of the earth, cut off from all breath, and above the belly of the mountain, there are several huge pillars, which are shaped like the roots of old trees, and from time to time there are water droplets dripping from them.

In the center of the mountain, there is a shallow water, and in the center, there is a stone platform.

Han Shi came to the stone platform in a flash, sat down cross-legged, and this place was an excellent place for retreat.

Han Shi pinched the trick with both hands, and constantly made the trick seal, forming a prohibition, and disappeared into the surrounding mountain walls.

For three days in a row, tens of thousands of formations had been imprinted by Han Shi in the belly of this mountain, and the forbidden polar space three-vein formations under the stone formation had become a whole with this mountain peak after being blended in Han Shi's hands.

Like a huge protective umbrella, even if this mountain peak collapses, the power of the formation will not disappear, and it can withstand the full force of Chengding's blow.

Han Shi looked at the formations around him, took a deep breath, and in his calm eyes, an indescribable cruel light suddenly appeared.

Look at it, it's like a ghost!

"Three Ancestors......

Han Shi raised his head and let out an inhuman howl, like a wounded beast in the desert.

In the belly of the mountain, there was a solemn aura, which blended with the endless killing machine, making Han Shi surrounded by a strange layer of miserable green within three zhang of his body.

That's the worst curse ever!

That is Han Shi's most sincere blessing from the bottom of his heart, wishing the gray-shirted old man, life and life, to endure all the pain in this world but not die, until he loses all hope.

In the midst of endless despair, Han Seok would send him hope, and then, when he saw hope, shatter that hope again.

But he still can't die!!

Han Shi wanted him to sink into the Yellow Spring alive, never turn over, be devoured by maggots, and become the most filthy thing in the world, forgotten by the whole world!!

Han Shi wanted him to see all the beauty in this world that belonged to him, and then destroy those beauty little by little with his own hands, whether it was love, or righteousness, whether it was tears, or blood, whether it was the heart, or the soul!!

Han Shi asked him that when destroying those good things, no matter how painful his heart was, his face would always be a moving smile, blooming like a flower!!

Han Shi asked him to kneel on his knees forever, his head always bowed, and tear off his flesh and skin with both hands, bit by bit, and eat with blood, without stopping, let alone dying!!

There is no more genuine blessing in this world than this wish.

It wasn't until a long, long time later that Han Shi slowly closed his eyes, and his breath gradually returned to calm.

Han Shi's life trajectory has changed from the moment his father and mother died, and he can have such a cultivation today, all because he sacrificed his life with the black and white shadows who killed his father, was seriously injured and dying, and was sent to the mysterious Qilongyu by the master.

From then on, his life never went back to the beginning.

If Daddy and Mother don't die, Han Shi may have died in the change of the imperial city and turned into white bones.