"This is a good thing. The world of Xuanyuan was created by the true god on the top of the blue mountain. Futian will never dare to mess around in the world of Xuanyuan. At least he can save his own life. But it is better for him to stay in the world of Xuanyuan for the rest of his life and leave. That day is the anniversary of his death." Fu Mang said bluntly.

Su Yingxia is also aware of the huge gap in strength between Han Sanqian and the Fu family, but she has confidence in Han Sanqian. It never faded either.

She believed that Han Sanqian could do anything he wanted!

Was and is. And in the future too!

"Trust no one, and you can't trust a piece of trash. I advise you to give up your thoughts in this regard. Only by agreeing to Futian can you see the light of day again." Fumang kindly persuaded.

"No, it's absolutely impossible." Su Yingxia said firmly. If she wanted to betray Han Sanqian, she would rather die! .

Even if the whole world doesn't believe in Han Sanqian, Su Yingxia will never have any doubts about Han Sanqian.

Xuanyuan World.

Ancient battlefield ruins.

At this moment, Han Sanqian was sitting cross-legged on the top of a certain barren mountain.

The barren mountain was gray and black, without any vegetation visible to the naked eye, completely lifeless, like a hilltop in hell, without any vitality.

Han Sanqian at this time. The imprint of the ax on the forehead is looming, as if it is constantly beating. Moreover, the power fluctuations in his body also appeared very strong.

Han Sanqian's own feeling was as if some kind of power was transforming. Like hatching a chick, it will break out of its shell.

When he came to this place following the pull of the force, Han Sanqian was eroded by a force, and he had been sitting cross-legged for a whole month.

And he closed his eyes, completely unaware that a white illusory figure was sitting beside him.

The figure is like a remnant soul, and has a certain degree of consciousness. From time to time, it will glance at Han Sanqian, as if checking Han Sanqian's state.

He shook his head, and sometimes nodded his approval to Han Sanqian. No one knew who he was and what he was doing.

Another month passed, and the ax mark on Han Sanqian's forehead had completely turned golden, and he could feel the surge of energy in his body, which also turned into a golden entity.

This is different from the previous phantom power.

The golden entity made Han Sanqian feel stronger.

Suddenly, Han Sanqian opened his eyes.

Two golden rays shot towards the sky, and the powerful aura of power swept across the entire ancient battlefield almost instantly.

Far to the north, Linlong, who was still cautious, trembled because of this power, and unconsciously crawled on the ground, as if expressing his supreme reverence in this way.

The powerful force made the entire ancient battlefield tremble.

At this time, Han Sanqian stood up, and a raging fire suddenly burned, and the color of the flame was also golden yellow.

The flesh and blood were burned at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye.

soon. Han Sanqian had only one skeleton left, and the color of the skeleton was also dazzling golden.

If ordinary people see such a situation, they will definitely be terrified, and even think that Han Sanqian is dead.

But in fact, Han Sanqian did not die, and walked to the edge of the barren mountain in the form of bones. One step further, is the Baizhang Abyss.

The golden fire stopped burning as the flesh and blood were exhausted. JrNovels.com