It is said that Shizun is a devil

"Are you just watching him die?" The coercion that is close at hand is no longer important. The people you love, miss and miss have been destroyed one by one by this world. Han Jing's heart is like still water, watching Han Jin so close With a handsome face, no sorrow, no joy, "You just look at it like this?"

Han Jin looked at him without a trace of panic in his eyes. The Jingyue sword in his hand was as white as before, surrounded by thunder and lightning, and crackled endlessly. His gaze was as gentle as when he said to Han Jing many years ago that I love you. It is almost unnecessary to express his full love, but he still chooses to say it, using his own voice, his own tongue, to confess to Han Jing for the last time in his life: "Han Jing, do you know how much I like you?"

Han Jing: "..."

Han Jin raised his left hand and sent out a gust of wind. The clown bird on Han Jin's arm was thrown into the air. He flapped his wings in panic and looked at Han Jin in bewilderment. Dare to scream, and instinctively wanted to run away, but Han Jin didn't seem to have the intention of running away. It only had the puppet on its back, and it was fixed in the air blankly.

"Take him to find the little white sheep." Han Jin pointed out the direction.

Overwhelmed by the pressure, the clown bird screamed, spread its wings, and flew into the sky with Han Jing.

Han Jing finally understood that after losing Han Yu and Fu Wang, what he had to face at this moment was the loss of Han Jin.

It's the loss of Han Jin...

Yes...even Han Jin is about to lose...

But how?Han Jin should be the place where he can go back forever, the person who can bear no matter what Han Jing does, the person who can support the world no matter what, and the only person Han Jing can exchange soul with in this life, He is Han Jin!

The clouds were thick, covering most of the sounds and images, but what could faintly pass through the soft white clouds were flashes of lightning and roars.

Han Jing's heart was hit by the thunder and roar, and the pain was so painful that his soul was almost broken.Every strand of his soul seemed to be pulled apart cruelly by someone, and returned to the most essential strand of the soul, and was forcibly put together by the word "Han Jin", and the cloth pieces of the puppet were crushed by this reorganization force , the enveloping snow feather silk that is concentrated and solid will melt when it meets the light, like a slight wind.

Han Jing fell to the stone forest on the sea in this slight wind, bringing with it the sudden wind and snow from the sky.

It only takes a blink of an eye to fall into the clouds and get out of the clouds. The immortals gather their strength to attack the barrier formed by the five stone pillars. Han Jin kneels in front of the barrier, his whole body covered in blood. It was not easy, but he still held on to the sword and refused to fall, his eyes were stubbornly open, but there was no expression of pain.

All kinds of colors in the world are always white when they belong to one place. There are countless gods all over the sky, but a combined blow is like a thin knife. Han Jin raised the corners of his mouth. Although he lost, his expression was contemptuous. He opened his mouth as if He wanted to taunt, but only spit out a mouth full of blood.

Han Jin's dantian was already shattered. As soon as Han Jing approached him, he felt severe pain in his abdomen, as if he was crazily beating his internal organs with one hand, which caught him off guard and fell in front of Han Jin.

The thin knife floated to Han Jing's eyes very lightly and slowly, and Han Jing subconsciously put his hands on the ground, completely blocking Han Jin behind him.The knife was too thin, so thin that it had no edge. Han Jin behind him wanted to push him away, but his strength was too weak, his shoulders were heavy and sticky. It should be that Han Jin vomited blood all over his shoulders, but Han Jing suddenly wanted to laugh. Happy from the bottom of my heart.

The blade cut across Han Jing's neck, there was no blood in the soul, but the soul began to leak, and his consciousness began to blur. The wandering soul turned his head and saw the thin knife slipping across the back of his neck, falling into Han Jin's body. heart.

There seemed to be a sky-shattering bird song, and a huge force came from nowhere in the sky, pulling Han Jing to float up. He saw an ugly bird hovering and mourning outside the golden light, as if encountering Something very sad happened.

But how can there be anything extremely sad in this world?This world is obviously very boring, floating like this is very boring, the souls following are also very boring, the stiff humans below are very boring, this bird singing is also very boring, these living creatures really have no meaning at all.

mean?Why did he mean it?Why is he thinking these strange things?

Thinking... what is thinking?

That ugly bird kept chirping, its voice was almost hoarse, green liquid flowed out of its sharp beak, and soon the bird could no longer fly, and landed on the ground with a chirping sound. Also did not move.As the ugly bird stopped whining, the humans on the ground came back to their senses, and began to make gestures with a few pillars, but before the gestures were in place, the golden light around those pillars went straight up to the sky, melted into the clouds, and spread out in an instant Come, rush to the boundless four poles, like a river that has broken its embankment, enveloping everything, and annihilating all the forces that do not belong to this world.

The entire boundless sky is covered by a huge hood, the golden light covers the wilderness, the vast light falls towards the ground, and the whole visible and invisible world is playing the same scene. The meteor shower could not open his eyes, but the bird remained motionless.

That bird seems to be dead, but why doesn't it have a soul?

very pitiful.

... so... pitiful...

Big teardrops rolled down from his eyes. He looked at the ugly bird's body and couldn't move anymore.

His soul once again formed a cold net, and his consciousness returned to his soul from nowhere in the world. He recognized the transparent and familiar soul behind him, and his emotions pressed him back to the ground like a weight.

The immortals who were engulfed by the golden light failed to leave any corpses, the corpse of the clown bird was still warm, and the corpses of Fuwang and the man in black who died who did not know when were already completely cold, Han Jing wanted to stretch out his hand to touch it, but his hand passed through their bodies.

Han Jin stood quietly behind Han Jing, looked at the golden sky, and remained silent.

Han Jing covered his eyes with his hands, human emotions, sorrows and joys were all very clear. He should have been differentiated into those strands of soul that he had seen with his own eyes. , You must calm down and feel all this loss without gain.

Just because people say that the way of heaven is ruthless, does the way of heaven have to be ruthless?

"Just treat me as ruthless." A sigh came from within an inch.

Han Jing looked up and saw Fuwang standing under the golden sky, his snow-white skin was coated with a dark color, and the pupils of his eyes were more dazzling than the color of the sky.Before Han Jing had time to be happy, she realized who this person really was.

Fuwang's always ignorant face lost all expression because of the existence of "him". Those golden pupils were not the Han Jing Han Jin in front of him, but the rising sun and the late moon, the cattle and sheep on the pasture, and the people in the city wall. of humans.

"When this world was born by accident from the cracks of countless worlds, I grew up with this world in this world. At that time, the world was just a point, there was no time, no space, and no Life." Fuwang squatted in front of the man in black, he didn't care what his audience was feeling, he just started talking on his own, "At that time, I was ignorant and ignorant, and after a long time, I became bored."

The consciousness of the world is not born old.

That is, he is the only one in this world, sometimes he opens his eyes to look at the world next to him, how lively it is, and yearns for it, so he secretly imitates other worlds and makes some smart gadgets, watching these gadgets fight , Although always a headache, but very happy.At that time, he didn't understand why other worlds always have birth, old age, sickness and death, why can't these gadgets live forever.Until one day, there was a dispute over the gadgets he made, because some inexplicable little things started to fight and kill, time was just a blink of an eye to him, and in the blink of an eye, the first batch of gadgets all became monster.

Because he did not bestow death on these first gadgets, they were buried in the ground and could still move, they could still think after being chopped into meat, and they could still be angry after being boiled, and they wailed every day, complaining that the world did not help I watched myself become such a monster.No matter how many times the world puts them back, they always find a reason to fight.Finally one day, the world was tired, and he gave those gadgets eternal death.

The world is quiet.

But the world is also lonelier.

I don't know how many years later, the scars of the world seem to have been healed by time, and a group of new gadgets appeared in this world again, and death followed like a shadow. Driven by death, they created countless miracles in order to survive.The world is used to death happening anytime and anywhere in his own world, but every miracle always amazes him. He bestows food, sunshine and water on these gadgets. Willing to destroy the vitality of the land easily, he bestowed the essence of mountains and rivers in the north, the longevity of the demon race in the south, the power of the western elves, and the wisdom of the eastern demon race. On this land, his favorite is the first born human race, which is his Descendants of the first beings created by people imitating other worlds.

The more he invests, the more he focuses on his own small world, the weaker and humbler he becomes, the more he wants to give them a better fate and place. The world has no age, no gender, no race, but everyone who grows up under his protection Isn't every life his child?

He gave them his own power, opened the way for them to enter another world bigger and better than himself when this world could no longer satisfy them.The initial life praised his giving and praised his magnanimity, but after a long time, it just became normal.

I don't know when, they began to say that the way of heaven is ruthless and unfair.

They started from nothing, from rich to rich, and then sighed with this world, why did God give so little?

Yes, they call him God, but sometimes they call him, Thief God.

God, you owe me!

Who owes whom?