Hidden Blade Chapter 145: Take fate to trust you

At the Kunlun Immortal Palace, "Xu Han" in white looked at the blood pouring in the cave in front of him with a smile, his face was shining with blood, showing an almost sickly fanatical color. There was a smile in his eyes and expectations in his smile, expecting that a perfect creation would appear before his eyes.

Soon, the surging of blood stopped, and then a young man slowly rose from the blood.

He lowered his head than those eyes. Although he stood up from the blood, he didn't get any snow stains all over his body.

As the young man emerged from the blood, the frenzy in the eyes of "Xu Han" in white clothes became more and more intense, like boiling lava, about to burn everything in the world.

Suddenly, the closed eyes of the boy who was born exactly like him suddenly opened, and a mighty momentum suddenly opened at that time.

The black and white colors flashed alternately in his eyes, as if two souls were constantly replacing the control of this body, but the look on his face was extremely indifferent, and it seemed that the change did not give birth to half a point. Of horror.

Then he lifted his head slowly to look at the white "Xu Han", saying: "So to break this game, what I want to win is not Senluodian, nor Lunar Palace, nor is it a fairy in the sky, but The master of Ten Thousand Regions Starry Sky. Right?"

The face of "Xu Han" in white showed relief, and he nodded: "This world is the pasture where they graze. The cattle and sheep want to rush out of the pasture and regain their freedom. In the end, they will have to face the pasture. Master. This is a matter of course."

The young man lowered his head when he heard the words, and the black and white colors in his eyes flickered more and more violently, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

And when he raised his head again, the light in his eyes finally stabilized.

One of his eyes is white and clear, but the other is extremely black.

He said again: "I have a question."

"Huh? You said?" "Xu Han" in white seemed to be in a good mood. He looked at Xu Han with satisfaction and looked up and down, as if he was admiring a beautiful calligraphy and painting.

"You once said that in order to defeat you, the pair of masters and disciples trapped themselves and their world in the turbulent flow of time and space, and finally they had to ask for help from the Guiguzi and brought you here. The depths of the world are sealed in it. And you also said that Guiguzi have always been afraid of you, using their Zhouyi skills to shuttle between infinite worlds, avoiding your arrival again and again..."

"It is obvious that they are so much stronger than the pair of masters and disciples, why can't they do what the pair of masters and disciples can do?"

The boy frowned and asked, as if he was very concerned about the answer to this question.

But "Xu Han" in white smiled and said: "Who told you that the head-and-tear group of Guiguzi is several times stronger than the pair of masters and disciples?"

The young man was very surprised. He asked again, "Isn’t it? The pair of masters and disciples are trapped in the turbulence of time, but the Guiguzi can control the time, making this world happen again and again. Everything returns, let us be trapped in this reincarnation time and time again."

The white-clothed "Xu Han" who heard the boy’s words also showed a look of astonishment on his face, but his astonishment was different from that of the boy, and it was more like an elder who heard that the younger person asked a very outrageous, Even after deviating from common sense, surprises arise.

But he did too

He fulfilled his responsibility as an "elder" very conscientiously. After that, he said: "Time can flow back. Although it is difficult, it is almost harsh. First of all, the world Restored to the original point of strength, nothing can be increased or decreased, otherwise it will be trapped in the turbulence of time just like the pair of masters and disciples at the beginning."

"But think about it, what are the calculations of so many Guiguzi? Don't they just want to draw my power from the depths of this world? Not to mention whether they have the strength to do this. , Just let them return the power that they have taken from me to this world, do you think they will be willing?"

The young man frowned. He stared at the white "Xu Han" who was born exactly like him, and asked in confusion: "Then how did they do this nineteen times?"

"Do you know what was the most widely spoken word about me in the millions of worlds before Wanyu Starry Sky was established by Guiguzi?"

The answer to this question is naturally not something Xu Han can give. The white "Xu Han" also knows this, so after asking this question, his eyebrows sank and he didn't wait for Xu Han to respond, and said again. : "The emperor cannot be killed."

"It is precisely because of this that they trapped me in the depths of this world, and they have the following plans that are extremely vicious for you."

"But what does this have to do with my problem?" The boy frowned, the expression between his brows still confused.

"Before I came to this world, although there were living creatures in this world, it was mostly hazy and low-minded. It was my arrival that made them start to think about the value of life, and began to pursue higher and stronger Realm, in a sense, every creature in this world is my people. My power exists in the depths of their souls. And I can’t kill, even though they cannot have eternal life like me , But in the depths of the soul, I have this original power. As long as the Guiguzi use some means, it is not impossible to reshape them."

Speaking of this, the smile on the face of the white "Xu Han" was even greater. He stared at the young man and said again: "So, what happens in this world is not the return of time, but the weight of life. Plastic."

......

On the flat top of Dayuan Mountain, the night is gradually dissipating, and there is shining sun revealing fish belly in the distant sky.

But the morning sun is shining clearly, but it can't shine into the top of the Great Abyss Mountain.

The huge human wall stands in mid-air, and the monstrous black energy still lingers, covering the eastern sun, but it can't hide the scarlet blood on the top of the Great Abyss Mountain.

The young boy standing in front of Gui Bodhi was still cold, without even the slightest to extreme emotional changes. It's just that if you count them carefully, you will find that one of the ten people is missing.

And the one who was missing was standing on the flat roof at this moment. It was a girl, but she was only a little bit older than the 19th National Congress. She straightened her waist, like a sculpture. Standing there, holding a long sword in one hand, blood flowed from the body of the sword, gathered at the tip of the sword along the body of the sword, and finally dripped into the ground under her feet, dyeing the gray-yellow ground into scarlet.

Several corpses were all around her, among them the old man with white beard, the young man with purple robe, the elder with white eyebrows and black hair...

And she doesn’t care about these, as if lying at her feet is not a corpse, and

It is a path of ordinary rocks or rotten woods.

The long sword she was holding at that time shook, and all the blood on the sword shook off. Then she looked forward and spit out a tone as cold as the expression on her face: "Next."

The direction where Xu Han and others are located, there are already a lot less people, such as Ning Zhumang and Song Yueming, such as Yue Fuyao and Yan Qianqiu, the people who were once alive have now become the cold corpses under the girl's feet.

All this didn't happen in an instant. Xu Han watched them come forward one by one, smiled and said goodbye to him, and then fell one by one under the sword of the girl.

The girl is really strong, so powerful that even without the so-called sanctification, she still has the terrible power to trample the immortal under her feet, whether it is the two long-famous sword celestials, or such as Song Yueming and Song Yueming Up-and-comers like Ning Zhumang did not have the slightest strength to fight back under the girl's hands, and even Xu Han could clearly see that the girl had still not exerted all her strength so far.

Xu Han's gaze swept across the corpses that were once so familiar, and boundless anger surged in his chest.

But the girl seemed very happy to think that Xu Han looked like this. For the first time, her expression changed slightly. She raised her brows and asked impatiently: "Why? Do you still fight? ?"

Xu Han's body shook, and he almost couldn't contain the anger in his heart~IndoMTL.com~ stepped out...but at that moment a hand was placed on his shoulder, and a figure came from him Leaping out behind him, he said: "It's me."

Xu Han was stunned, looking at the owner of that hand, but it was Mengliang.

The tremor of Xu Han's body became more and more violent, his Adam's apple squirmed, and the light in the dark eyes flickered. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could say anything, Mengliang turned around and smiled. Look at him.

Such a smile made Xu Han's heart more shaken: "Brother..."

He said so, his tone was dry to the extreme, but the next moment his words were interrupted again, Meng Liang suddenly stretched out his hand and embraced Xu Han.

It was a strong hug, but also a somewhat abrupt hug.

At least Xu Han did not expect Meng Liang to make such a move, and what he did not expect was that after this hug, Meng Liang whispered a few words in his ear.

He said: "At this point, we can't even look back."

"We believe in you by fate, so you have to believe in your own decision."

After saying this, Mengliang withdrew his hand. He smiled and took a deep look at Xu Han, then he turned and took a step, holding the long sword in his hand, with his head high. Walk to the girl standing in the field.

He faced the morning light with firm steps, the sword was held on his shoulders, and the sunlight from the east stretched his back very long...

It's very long...

Xu Han looked at the distant back, he lowered his head, his black eye sockets were full of evil spirits, as if suppressing certain impulses in his body, his fists were clenched tightly, and the veins violent like a poisonous snake. , But the clenched fist was let down again.

He trembled, whispering in a voice that only he could hear.

"Thank you..."

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