It is said that Shizun is a devil

The little white sheep was about to rush to the painting pavilion with red eyes, but when he saw that he was about to fly out of the boundary of Pingbofeng, he was stopped by an invisible barrier.

In this world, there are probably not many people who can easily set up an enchantment to stop the little white sheep.What's more, the little white sheep was so angry that he couldn't stand it.Now even Han Jin, who was trying to appease one person and one sheep and kept talking about being calm, had to be vigilant.

Han Jing had just tossed Pingbofeng's magic weapon, and when he had enough treasures in his hand, he picked up a cast gold trident to poke it, but the barrier didn't break through, and he was almost knocked off the ground.

Holding the person with his left hand and the sheep with his right hand, Han Jin called the clown bird, who didn't know what had happened and flew around in panic, into the pet bag.

A shooting star flowed far away from the sky, separated the barrier, stood still in the void, and stopped in front of Han Jin who was Yujian.

Han Jin looked at the visitor in astonishment: "Brother Xu?"

Xu Huan looked at the two of them expressionlessly, and the heavy suzerain's uniform was worn on him, which seemed to be heavier than Ping Bofeng.The jumping temperament on his body seems to be an accidental illusion. At this moment, he is standing in the air with his feet behind his hands, with black hair and black clothes. It seems that nothing in this world is enough to impress him anymore.

"Senior Brother Xu, what do you mean?" Several thoughts flashed through Han Jin's mind, all of which were not good for Han Jing.The weaker Han Jing is, the more suspicion Han Jin has about the world. Serving a master is like serving a father. A cultivator cuts off the ties of the world. The master is the dearest relative for life. It is the one you are most afraid of when you are naughty, but the only thing you can think of when you encounter difficulties. People, the hatred of killing their father is irreconcilable, Xu Xu finally wants to take revenge.

Xu Huan's appearance is not very outstanding, but the suzerain's aura is something that grows on him and is rooted in his limbs. He looked at Han Jin for a while, and his eyes seemed to be surging, but they seemed to be as calm as a river. He was wondering if he needed to answer Han Jin's question. In the end, he seemed to feel that there was no need to explain, but he just issued a cold order: "From today onwards, all people in Pingbofeng will be grounded. Without my permission, no one will Don't take half a step away from Pingbo Peak, or you will be killed!"

The little white sheep said angrily: "I am not from your Xiawei sect, why do you restrain me!"

Xu Huan's expression didn't change at all, as if he was too lazy to make a mocking expression: "Then you can choose to commit suicide, if you don't become a cold and pure beast, you don't have to be restrained by Xia Weizong."

With a roar, the little white sheep broke free from Han Jin's sluggish restraint, transformed into several times, and collided with the barrier.

Xu Xuan watched the huge light-removing beast hit the invisible but real barrier one after another, and didn't even bother to express his expression.There was neither sarcasm nor aloof pride in his eyes, nor even a trace of fear, just like watching a bad show, even a little tired and bored.

Han Jing watched helplessly as the gleaming hair of the little white sheep kept falling, and the most splendid light rain fell on Pingbo Peak.The children he raised with his own hands may be killing people, the playmates he grew up with have become complete strangers, and the kind elders he met by chance may be dying. All these are not directly related to Han Jing, but they are all inseparable from Han Jing , Han Jing’s heart is almost full of distracting thoughts, he has lived for so long, he thinks he has never done anything wrong, but now, he is very afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, he has never done anything to hurt others, but now he feels that he owes the goodness of this world Duo, his heart was full of anger, but also mixed with regret. He felt that Xu Xu was terrible, but also felt ashamed.Whether a person lives or not, he feels that he shouldn't. How ridiculous the existence of this person should be.

Han Jin held Han Jing's hand tightly, not even afraid that Han Jing would feel pain, what he wanted was Han Jing's pain, so painful that he knew how it felt to be alive, he never had the heart to play tricks, but it's not that he couldn't understand The trick: "Brother Suzerain, when did you set up this enchantment?"

How could the barrier that was almost bleeding from the head bumped by the little white sheep was temporarily set up.This enchantment has already been prepared, what is missing is that all the people who need to stay in the enchantment return to the cage.

Xu Huan didn't answer, and after confirming that the little white sheep couldn't break through the barrier, he turned and left.

However, in an instant, the ground suddenly trembled, and a crack in the east stretched from an unknown distance. The land of thousands of miles seemed to be cut in half by a knife. Where the cracks are.

The little white sheep bumped hard, jumped into the air, turned several somersaults in the air, and was a little unresponsive for a while.However, before the little white sheep and Xu Huan had time to move, Han Jin, wrapped in Han Jing, grabbed the little white sheep and rushed out.

The shaking of the earth became stronger every time, and the eastern sky seemed to have accumulated anger for a long time, with hot clouds flowing. Han Jin was afraid that something might happen to the east, so he took Han Jing and the little white sheep to prepare to divert, Han Jing But he reacted, broke free from Han Jin and went straight to the east.The little white sheep was stunned for a moment before reacting, broke away from Han Jin and flew towards the forest at the southern foot of the mountain.

Han Jin chose Han Jing without hesitation.

Han Jing glanced at him, and before he could speak, Han Jin said first, "We are Taoist couples, we are together in life or death."

Han Jing pursed her lips and stopped talking.

The movements on the ground startled all living beings. The mortal towns below were panic-stricken, and there were people fleeing everywhere. Perhaps everything Han Jing knew was related to Han Yu. Han Jing felt that at the end of the crack, the source of this shock , must also be related to Hanyu.But this time, no matter whether he is going to die or not, he must know the safety and truth of Han Yu.

The two of them flew for tens of thousands of miles, and spent almost a day without sleep. They finally got close to the fiery red clouds that spread out half of the sky in the east, only to realize that it was not a fiery red cloud at all, but a bright red lingering cloud. blood mist.

Han Jing knew the person who fought against thousands of people in the blood mist, and Han Jin also knew him, but he didn't expect to see him here.

But apart from him, no one can do it.

Other than meridians against the sky, the son of heaven, who else can keep taking other people's lives without getting hurt.

The tumbling blood mist smelled so strong that it was almost hard to breathe, even if Han Jing was in the primordial state and didn't need to breathe, the feeling of being bathed in the blood filling the whole space was really nauseating.

For a moment, seeing Fuwang, who was covered in tiny blood beads all over his body, slashing open other people's bodies expressionlessly, Han Jing had the idea of ​​"I wish I hadn't picked him up back then".

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was on Fuwang, Han Jin pulled Han Jing down quietly from a distance.

Han Jing was trembling all over, and he didn't know whether it was from anger or fear, Han Jin stretched out his fingertips and gently rubbed the center of Han Jing's brows, and said in a low voice, "The cultivation of those people is above you and me."

The front is not a chaos that Han Jing Han Jin can participate in, but in this world, how can there be so many people whose cultivation base is higher than that of Han Jing Han Jin.

"Han Jing, I have a guess." Han Jin carefully took out all the magic weapons to cover up the breath of the two of them, "I suspect that these people are all immortals who have already ascended."

Han Jing looked at Han Jin in disbelief.

Han Jin looked directly into Han Jing's eyes, and said softly word by word: "Just like Fa Dao Daoist and the ancestors of Muzi Sect, there are immortals who have returned to this world."

Han Jing couldn't understand the meaning at all, he used all his wisdom to think for a while, and said, "This is a good thing, why are you so unhappy?"

In the past, immortals would be separated forever after ascension, but now the immortals are back, father and son can be reunited, master and apprentice can have a family relationship, and everyone returns to the person they care about the most. Some people can be accompanied and others can be relied on.

"But why did ascension in the past mean ascension, and never return to this world?" Han Jin looked into the distance, fighting Fuwang, who was fighting thousands of people, "Why, Fuwang was born in the way of heaven?"

Han Jing was stunned, no matter how stupid he was, he understood Han Jin's meaning from Han Jin's words, but this meaning made him half-understand: "You mean that Fuwang was born by the way of heaven and used to eradicate The tools of these celestial beings?"

Han Jin didn't speak, his eyes were looking into the distance, as if he was looking for something.

Han Jing looked at Fu Wang, Fu Wang seemed tireless, Han Jing's head was empty, but suddenly four words popped out: "Heaven is merciless."

People are ruthless in the way of heaven, the way of heaven is too vast, and they never care about personal gains and losses. Under the way of heaven, saints are no different from dogs, not to mention the joys and sorrows of an ordinary and small human being.The tens of thousands of creatures in this world may be nothing more than a number to Tiandao.How many people died today, how many people were born, will Heaven care?If no one restrains an immortal, then one will be born, and the one born will be a human being in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of heaven, what is a human being?

"Han Jing, if you want to know the truth, don't disappear." Han Jin clenched Han Jing's hand until Han Jing's bones ached. stronger."

Han Jing stared intently, and gradually saw the clues, the blood of those immortals would be absorbed soon after falling on Fuwang's body, so after beating for so long, there was only such a thin layer of blood mist on Fuwang's body.From the fairy's wound, the abundant primordial spirit flowed into Fuwang's body almost visible to the naked eye, making Fuwang seem to have grown up a bit in just a short stick of incense.

"This is the devouring talent of the demons." As long as Han Jin is allowed to stand in this mystery, Han Jin seems to be able to discover all the unusual places, "but Fuwang can't last long like this, he is overdrawing his life to absorb those things." Xianyuan, otherwise with his cultivation talent, his appearance should stay at the age of seven or eight, and he will not continue to grow up now."

Han Jing didn't quite understand what Han Jin meant.

Han Jin looked into his eyes and explained seriously: "He has the talent of the demon race, but the price is that the more he devours, the faster he will age, and he will even age faster and have a shorter lifespan than normal mortals. It is the current speed of absorbing immortal essence, I think that within a month, Fuwang will die of old age."

Han Jing had never heard of this kind of thing, but he believed in Han Jing's judgment, Han Jin was always much smarter and sharper.

However, Han Jing just never imagined that one day she would watch her child grow bigger than herself, as old as a tree, with gray hair, all teeth falling out, and die in front of her.