Rebirth of the Xuanmen Supreme

"Senior brother! Don't..." A ten-year-old boy, covered in blood, cried hoarsely, trying to hold back the tall young man who was walking forward.

"Han Jingyun! There must be a way, don't do stupid things!" Another taller and stronger young man rushed forward, trying to pull him back, but Han Jingyun dodged deftly, contaminated There was even a faint smile on the blood-stained handsome face, as calm as ever.

"Cheng Daochang, please help me send my junior brother back to Qingyun Mountain, thank you." Han Jingyun didn't say a word about what he was about to do, but just confessed this sentence gently, and then lowered his head slightly, looking at The boy who cried uncontrollably.

"Brother, from now on, the master will be taken care of by you. You are a meticulous person, and the master will be taken care of by you. Don't worry, brother, go." A calm "go", with a determination that cannot be ignored , the boy subconsciously wanted to refute, however, he had no chance at all.

Before he could say anything, the boy was pushed out by an irresistible force together with the young man standing beside him.

"Brother!"

"Go, take care of Master!"

After saying those words, Han Jingyun waved his hand again, and pushed out the Taoist warlock who was lying on the ground with unknown life and death. In the blink of an eye, Han Jingyun was the only one left in the ruins.

And, a ghost king who was full of evil spirits and evil spirits.

"Hahahaha... so many stinky Taoist priests can't do anything to me, do you think you can kill me if you stay alone? Hahahaha... stinky Taoist priest, I want to suck your blood dry, and then I will suck your blood!" Dry the blood of the whole city, hahahaha..."

"Really? You might as well try it." Han Jingyun was still calm and composed, but at the moment when he finished speaking, layers of golden aura began to glow around him, and at the same time, his lips opened and closed, silently chanting Seeing something, as the golden light around him gradually became stronger, the originally arrogant and fearless Ghost King finally noticed something was wrong.

"Smelly Taoist priest, what do you want to do? You..."

"Then, let's try!"

The ghost king was not allowed to finish his sentence at all, Han Jingyun, with the golden light all over his body, pierced through the void like a bolt of lightning, and flashed in front of the ghost king, the pause was only for a moment, and then, there was a burst of earth-shattering, as if the world was about to explode. As if overturned, the earth uttered a mournful cry that seemed to come from ancient times.

Han Jingyun didn't feel the pain. At the last moment, he couldn't even feel his own existence, but he was absolutely sure that the ghost king was wiped out by him.

Xuanmen together, saved.

The people in Qingcheng were also saved.

In this way, there will be no regrets.

Han Jingyun closed his eyes, waiting for his soul to fly away, so that only he had to sacrifice himself in the end, it was a blessing, he was content.

However, he never expected that he would have the chance to open his eyes again.

"……"who is he?where is he?

When Han Jingyun opened his eyes again, he saw a clear brook in front of him. It was evening, and the cool evening wind was wrapped in the breath of the brook, blowing on his face, but it couldn't bring any emotion to his consciousness. A little more clarity.

Han Jingyun knew who he was, but he didn't seem to know who he was, his consciousness was like a cloud of hazy white mist, and he was in a state of chaos.

Then, the consciousness drifted away, unable to see, hear, speak, smell, and even the position of hands and feet seemed to be lost.

Is he... dead?