He seemed to say something, Mu Hibiscus looked at him in surprise, and Song Chensha flew out of the light mask without hesitation.
A golden streamer suddenly appeared in the sky, flying towards Song Chensha, and flew in front of Song Chensha in an instant, a golden bow appeared in the golden light, the bowstring was open, and the golden arrow was facing Song Chensha's eyebrows.
As if there was a brief exchange, the golden bow trembled, the streamer flickered, and the sharp arrow was stimulated, and it sank into Song Chensha's eyebrows.
Hibiscus flew in, suddenly stopped outside the shield, its mouth wide open as if it was shouting, and its outstretched hand paused in midair.
Song Chensha's body suddenly burst out with golden light, and in the golden light was a long-lost smile, and the sunny smile was as bright as golden light, and then turned into golden aura.
If the stars are golden, they will be eclipsed in front of this golden aura, and if the fireworks are golden, they will also be ashamed in front of it, and in an instant, the auraic light will not enter the golden longbow.
Hibiscus's complexion changed suddenly, and he lunged at the longbow, which only stayed in the air for a moment, and just before Hibiscus's hand touched it, it fled out of the black miasma mountain.
In the underworld, the dark soul showed surprise, but he just watched quietly.
The picture flows, outside the Black Miasma Mountain, an elegant monk is standing with his hands in his hands, looking at the Black Miasma Mountain, the moment the monk's face appears in the picture, the soul suddenly steps forward excitedly, Shui Chun looks at him quietly, and also looks at the scene of the Black Miasma Mountain.
The elegant monk's eyes narrowed slightly, and he flew into the air, and the golden streamer was flying towards him, and far behind, the monk flew after him, and in mid-air, the elegant monk's face showed joy and happiness, and the golden longbow fell on his hand.
The picture disappeared suddenly, and the soul suddenly woke up and looked at Shui Chun, obviously a swarthy and faceless soul, but at this moment it seemed to have an extremely rich expression.
Shui Chun raised his hand silently, the soul refining lamp slowly began to tilt, and the soul finally asked in a low voice: "Am I waiting for my doppelganger to merge in the underworld?"
Shui Chun's hand paused, and the soul refining lamp also stopped flipping, and the faint green light swept over the side of the soul, and he trembled, but he didn't dodge.
The dark space reappeared in the image, but it was a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, a middle-aged monk standing on a large hall, with a majestic spirit, and beside him was a beautiful female cultivator, looking at him with admiration, and the main hall was a respectful monk.
The picture soon changed, and the monk was followed by an extremely young monk, whose faces were identical, and the young monk's eyes were full of attachment.
They came to a small mountain village, the middle-aged monk arranged an underground cave for the young man, the young man was alone underground, time flew by, the young man suddenly left the cave and flew to the surrounding mountain villages, the magic trick was played, and the villagers of the mountain village were absorbed in their sleep.
The picture turns, back to the beautiful sect, a young girl looks at the middle-aged monk with admiration, the picture passes very quickly, switching between the girl's experience and the teenager's cultivation, the girl's admiration for the middle-aged monk and the loneliness of the teenager are constantly contrasted, until one day, the girl's eyes looking at the middle-aged monk are strange.
The scenes are short, and they change very quickly, but whether it is the water or the soul, they can all be seen clearly, the girl's parting, the boy who has become a demon cultivator, has collected the soul, and the soul has followed, and has life again, and the middle-aged monk has gone from nominal master and apprentice to hostile, to strangers, and to the black miasma mountain, the father and son meet but do not know each other.
The picture disappeared suddenly, Shui Chun's hand slowly turned down, the light of the soul refining lamp shrouded down, in the darkness, the soul rolled painfully under the soul refining lamp, Shui Chun turned around, his eyes penetrated the darkness, and fell on the distant demon world.
This is the price of becoming a god, not only oneself, but also the ancients.
In the demon world, at the moment when the underworld received all the souls, Zhang Xiaohan saw all the things she wanted to see, the determination of the water in the underworld, the death of Zhuge Yi, the combination of Song Chensha and the Zhuxian Bow in the Nine Domains, until the Zhuxian Bow fell into Yan Dao's hands.
Who said that only God's heart is hard and ruthless, and he regards the monk as an ant, and the monk's heart is like a rock, Zhang Xiaohan stood up suddenly, his hands were like a ditch, and he tore open the space in front of him.
The space was suddenly torn open a gap, Zhang Xiaohan strode into it, Zi Bing followed closely, almost at the same time followed to this space, the sky suddenly sounded a thunderclap, Zhang Xiaohan's eyes were sharp, and he fell on a figure flying extremely fast in the wasteland.
The thunder suddenly sounded, and the space opposite was suddenly torn, and the corner of a robe entered the space first, and then, a handsome young man walked in.
There is no language in the world that can describe his handsomeness, no language can describe his eyes, his eyes are swept away, even a beauty who is ashamed of himself has to be ashamed, the corners of his mouth are slightly pulled, and people can't help but want to go to the soup for him, at any cost.
The flying Yan Dao stood abruptly in mid-air, in front of him was a handsome young man, his eyes stared coldly behind him, he subconsciously looked back, but he was stunned, what tore the void and came was someone he never expected.
Zhang Xiaohan's gaze fell on the handsome young man opposite, and after a moment of delay, the young man's eyes fell on Zhang Xiaohan's face, and the four eyes were facing each other, and they all saw indifference in the other party's eyes, and then they were surprised.
The voice of the handsome young man of the "human god" was as beautiful as a song, and the two words were like the sound of heaven, followed by his red lips slightly opened, and he spit out two words lightly, "Zi Bing" In an instant, a name appeared in Zhang Xiaohan's heart, and he was about to open his mouth, when there was another thunderclap in mid-air, the space was torn, and a white dress flew in.
If there is anyone else in the world who can match the beauty of this young man, only the woman who has just torn the space and walked in, her face is charming and pure, and her bright eyes are fascinating.
The young man's gaze fell on the woman, a touch of tenderness appeared in his eyes, and a lover's smile bloomed at the corner of his lips, which made people hate to melt into his smile.
"Ling Shu, long time no see."
If the sight could also kill, the young man would definitely be covered in bruises, drenched in blood, Ling Shu's eyes shot out of anger, and the divine light on his face seemed to freeze.
"The Great Emperor" There are no four words that have been spit out so gritted teeth, especially by such a beautiful female cultivator, Yan Dao opened her mouth in surprise, and her hands couldn't help but clench into fists.
"After years of not seeing, the fairy style is still the same."
Qianqi whispered, and her gentle eyes were full of affection.
Ling Shu looked at Qianqi, and suddenly smiled lightly: "I have thought of you for 300,000 years, Qianqi, 300,000 years of days and nights, unforgettable." ” t1706231537: