Xuanhuan: Storytelling In Shrouding The Heavens, The Saint Is Moved

In the final analysis, it is because of his own strength is too poor!

Han Lian did not have the consciousness of being a cultivator with the ultimate pure Yang combat power, so he thought in his heart.

This is really not that he is in Versailles, it is that he has never limited his opponent to this world.

"And when I enter Pure Yang, I will break the Kaifeng ban and refine your life to death."

Han Lian opened his mouth and said that he didn't care whether the subordinate natural calamity monsters could perceive his own intentions. He looked at the profound and complicated formation and said so.

The power of time is too easy to arouse the sigh in his heart.

He just stopped here for a while, then cast the Great Void Technique to escape into the void, and began to continue to the next place of ban.

When Han Lian appeared again, he was already hundreds of miles away.

But this time, the originally calm incarnation of Han Lian had some fluctuations in his eyes.

After going through ninety-nine forbidden places, I finally found a place guarded by a human race.

Because in the vagueness, he has already sensed the faint fluctuation of Qi and blood, and that kind of fluctuation aura belongs exclusively to the human race.

Han Lian's body fell, and originally, he was conscious that he didn't use his spiritual sense to run over him, fearing that it would be a kind of provocation.

But when he really walked out of the void, he couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

Because now that they are close, the perception of the realm of qi and blood is becoming clearer.

In his perception, he can hardly perceive any blood.

He was silent for a while, Immortal's spiritual eyes directly saw through the magic array method arranged here, and he lifted his foot and stepped into it.

Between the rotation of the scene, the scene has already changed greatly.

In front of Han Lian's eyes, there is a verdant bamboo forest.

Under the bamboo forest, there are piles of strange rocks, and those bamboos are rooted here, and the roots are faintly visible.

Occasionally, a strange wind blew, rustling, and those green bamboos swayed to and fro, but in the end they were still straight.

I insist that Qingshan will not relax, and Ligenyuan is in the broken rock!

Here, it seems to be on a cliff!

Looking into the depths of the bamboo forest, I saw a thatched hut.

But because of disrepair for a long time, the thatched hut is already in tatters, not only the roof has been overturned, but the thatch on all sides has long been unable to cover the wind and rain.

After coming here, Han Lian's mind became clearer.

Walking in the bamboo forest, he has already realized something.

"Drip...Answer..."

Hearing a clear sound, Han Lian suddenly stopped.

He stood in the bamboo forest and did not go any further.

On his shoulders, Shen Jun's golden-winged Dapeng was watching around vigilantly. As long as there was any change in the surroundings, he would unleash a thunderous strike.

"Don't act rashly, let me take a good look."

He spoke softly and looked up. Under the layers of fog, it seemed that nothing could block his vision.

"Drip...Answer..."

It was such a transparent voice again, and the ripples circulated, spreading out towards the surroundings.

And it was this sound that made the fog in front of him turbulent and began to fade.

"Here... I seem to remember."

Han Lian frowned slightly and said so.

But in his heart, he didn't think about where this place was for a while.

And the mist that had already started to fade, a hazy figure could already be seen.

"Drip...Answer..."

After the sound of the third drop appeared, it seemed to land in the bottom of his heart, and a ripple swayed.

The hazy figure has already begun to become clear.

But when Han Lian saw that scene, he couldn't help but look condensed.

The dilapidated thatched hut could no longer cover his eyes.

It stands in the void on the cliff, and a thick, towering green bamboo stands there.

Although this green bamboo has a deep aura, it does not have any spirituality. From beginning to end, it exudes an endless sadness.

The spots on the green bamboo, like tears, are reflected on it, which really outlines the sadness in the heart of people, and it is difficult to calm down.

On this green bamboo standing in the void, a corpse hangs upside down.

Its body is pale, it is difficult to distinguish between men and women, and there is no cultivation atmosphere, just like the corpse of an ordinary person.

But here, how can there be ordinary mortal corpses?

When things go wrong, there must be demons!

Sure enough, in Han Lian's eyes, a drop of blood "seeded" out of the corpse.

This drop of blood seems to have gathered from the tens of thousands of pores in his flesh, and finally condensed into a drop, and it fell like this.

How much does a drop of blood weigh?

Like Han Lian, a drop of blood splattered and fell, and the collapsed stones flew around.

And this drop of bright red blood directly smashed the void, sending out waves of ripples.

"Drip...Answer..."

It's just that this drop of blood fell, and the avatar of Han Lian couldn't help groaning.

His expression changed slightly, and he felt that there was some kind of qi that locked him, raised his hand to sacrifice the ancient dragon-patterned pagoda, took the golden-winged Dapeng into it, and threw it towards the outside world.

"Walk!"

Accompanied by his low voice, the entire incarnation has already begun to burn, and the rising spiritual current directly smashed the void here and fell towards the outside world.

Click --- only heard an inaudible sound, the void in front of him was broken, and the ancient dragon-patterned pagoda flew out like this.

And Han Lian's words, God, after performing this blow, turned around and looked at the corpse calmly.

"Although I don't know who you are, but if you want to come to the deity, I know."

As he said these words, the drop of bright red blood that had fallen in his heart suddenly exploded.

An incarnation that is almost no weaker than pure Yang, just collapsed directly like this, and there is no trace of it anymore.

...Tiannan Road, Dongling House.

Han Lian was sitting down on the futon to meditate, but suddenly he felt his heart throbbing and suddenly opened his eyes.

On a whim!

His expression was slightly condensed, and he still didn't know what happened.

After three or two breaths, he vaguely sensed something, raised his hand to take a picture of the void, and a five-story dragon-patterned ancient pagoda just fell out of the void.

He stretched out his hand to catch it, and the ancient dragon-patterned pagoda landed firmly in his hand, shaking it gently, and the golden-winged Dapeng fled out.

There were vague void fluctuations on its body, but just as it was about to hide in the void, it was pulled out by Han Lianyou and scolded.

His scolding, like a thunderous sound, suddenly calmed the Golden Winged Dapeng.

This is a secret method that Han Lian learned from the practice of Luo Yujie, and it is naturally extraordinary to display it through the secret of fighting characters.

Just when he was about to speak, a memory suddenly flooded into his mind.