When the woman's hand is held, it seems to cover the entire sky.

There is a strong wind, and it cannot be blown in. There is a torrential rain, and it cannot fall. There is thunder, and it is impossible to split this big hand that covers the sky.

This is the hand that calms the shaking heart.

Indeed, it starts with getting to know that person. He never did anything he wasn't sure of.

She knew that he was afraid of death. So sometimes it will be cowardly, cowardly and thoroughly, how can such a person be sent to death?

Indeed, Chu Cheng was afraid of death before, and now he is also afraid of death. It hasn't changed, but the meaning of this fear of death is different.

But I can't escape the word fear of death.

Chu Cheng still only does what he is sure of, but sometimes, he can't help himself, and he has to do something that he is not sure of.

Those things all put Chu Cheng in danger and made him almost dying.

This time, Chu Cheng was not sure. It's impossible to know......

Because, this is the first time he has performed this pose.

This is Chu Cheng's enlightenment in that candle flame, copying other people's wonderful methods for his own use.

That candle contains hundreds of truths. Ninety-nine is extreme, and ten is detachment.

No one in this world can have more than ten truths. Even the Fengjing Festival, which is destined to become the first person in the heavens and all worlds, is the same.

The use of the magic method is naturally wonderful.

The man who placed the candle found nothing more than this wonder. By the way of the second step of the strong man encountered, it is integrated into one thing.

It's just that this requires an extremely deep talisman attainment, and a strong comprehension of the Dao, and can comprehend the fur in an instant.

Although it is a superficial appearance, it is not enough to manifest the true Tao. But under the accumulation of numbers, it is enough to burst out beyond itself... An unquantifiable hit.

This blow at least instantly obliterates the powerhouse in the early stage of Nirvana, so that he will have no return from death, and there will be no time to prepare the means of resurrection.

Instantly obliterate the early stage of Nirvana, perhaps, or even the later stage.

It's just that it takes a lot of truths, at least a hundred. It can only be used once.

Once later, you need to set it again. The truth is only temporary. Because the container of the Sheng Dao is full, it can only be captured in a moment, and after that, it is even more difficult to capture the same Dao.

After all, what is gone is irretrievable. The same is true of this way, except for one's own way, after the rest of the way is cast, it will no longer appear.

You can only look for other truths. It's just that, under this vastness, how can those second-step powerhouses be willing to borrow their natal mysteries, borrow their ways, and give themselves?

Willingly, naturally, it is impossible.

"Good. ”

Liu Qian nodded, at this moment, she was not panicking. Maybe it's him standing behind him.

She naturally swayed as she held her hand, letting go of all the warp strings.

Liu Qian couldn't help but think of the past, facing a crisis. It was also this man who stood in front of him and blocked the crisis for her.

And this time, he chose to stand behind him.

Just in front of you, behind you. It's all for her.

That year, she begged her ancestor to resist the killing for him. Even if it's the whole family.

But it's still a step late, one step later than Qingxia.

She was thinking, if she was bold and courageous, standing beside him back then, even if her strength was insignificant in front of those strong people, what would happen?

Whether it can also wake him up from madness, and whether it can leave him a son or a daughter?

Even after that, his heart has already been with someone else. I won't regret it, just like Qingxia.

What you can't get, people you can't get. It's not to destroy it so that others can't get it. It's about making him better and better.

In this way, the value of love can be proven.

It's just that none of this is going to happen. Because, she didn't do it.

Now, I can only be relieved. Even if this is the last time the people behind him will resist the murder for him.

She let go of her mind. It's just that her breathing is getting heavier and heavier, and she is breathing heavily.

The reason for this may be that the fragrance is too good. Or perhaps, it's the breath of him.

His hand was raised, and hers followed.

Then, the big hand lifted her index finger and swiped it forward.

In an instant, the ripples shook violently. A yellow sigil appeared in front of the two of them.

When a finger was swiped, a deep depth appeared from the woman's eyes.

"My way... It's lovesick ........"

There was a whisper, and then a stroke, and this crimson welled up from her eyes, wrapped around her fingers.

At this moment, the woman was in a trance.

This is the red thread, wrapped around the hands of the two, connected and never separated.

There are folk legends, and there are red lines in the world. When the red thread falls into the hands of a man and a woman, it can be tied together.

Well, this is marriage.

What you see at this moment is the red line, and it is also tied together.

Is this marriage?

She shook her head, knowing it wasn't. Because this red thread disappeared in an instant, and it melted into the talisman seal.

Liu Qian felt that the outstretched hand suddenly relaxed, the pressure that was clenched had disappeared, and the fragrance had disappeared.

She heard footsteps and saw a few strands of gray hair passing past her face.

She saw the figure, two colors appeared, and the whole body was covered in black and white, as if a fire was burning.

Chu Cheng sat cross-legged in front of the talisman seal and slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, the heavenly thunder was furious, tearing open the void, and there were only a hundred zhang left from the place where it came.

This hundred zhang determines the destruction and existence of this world.

Zuo Feiang flew high into the air, and finally decided to rescue the creatures in this realm.

He raised his hand, condensed the big mudra, and fished towards the earth.

The flames were flying, and the big mudra was also collapsing rapidly. The power of the two colors is really terrifying, and even the full force of the powerhouse in the early stage of Nirvana can collapse in a short time.

One person, one person, two people, three people. One creature after another was held in his hands. Suddenly, Zuo Feiang's eyes froze.

It wasn't because of the horror of this thunder, but because of the eight figures that appeared in his sight.

It's exactly the same figure. It's all about stepping on the sky.

On their bodies, there is a bright light flying. There are a total of eight colors.

At this moment, Zuo Feiang felt the Eight True Paths.

"In this Fang Dongtian, there are actually eight Xuanjing powerhouses! How can you not feel it. Zuo Feiang was puzzled, but he still controlled this big handprint to quickly catch people.

Time is limited, and there is no room for pause.

But he paused. Because he saw the eight figures, one step at a time, blending together.

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth were shocked!

A powerful aura that even made Zuo Feiang feel suffocated instantly fell.

This is not from Xuan Lei, but from that figure.

"Come on. ”

This sound came from heaven and earth.

Someone reached out and brushed his sleeve, and then the gold and purple colors shone again.

That's the star.

Countless stars illuminate this place, getting closer and closer.

This is the fall of the stars, the ripple of sword intent.

This is the sword of the heavens and stars, the sword of heaven and earth!

A sword and a sword, with the sound of breaking the sky, instantly descended to the earth, even faster than that thunder.

This sword machine is full of eight-colored light, dreamy but real.

This is just a cave land with a radius of 30,000 miles, and it is already full under the pressure of the heavens and stars. Everywhere is the starlight, everywhere is the sword intent.

The dreamy one is like a hallucinatory mirage, and the real one is terrifying.

The rain of swords struck, gradually magnified, and when it descended on the earth, it rose again, forcibly erasing these two colors of thunder.

Just, at this moment. The purple and gold colors dissipated in an instant. What is transformed is a surging mystical power.

It belongs to the mystical power of feeding back to the monks.

Xuan Lei disappeared suddenly, and this sword rain naturally fell into the air and returned to the sky.

“.......”

Chu Cheng slowly opened his eyes and raised his head again. Full of puzzlement.

What happened? Why is this catastrophe... will dissipate on its own.