When he took Han Yiming down the mountain, Han Yiming admired this uncle's cultivation and deeds very much. Although sometimes I feel that this master makes Lingshan too much, I later realized that it is not that he can't, but he doesn't do it. In everything, he thinks about Lingshan. With his former title of the mirror Hades, and the past he has passed, his heart must be very firm, and he is not a person who looks forward to the future. He was just bent on clearing his past, even if it wasn't his fault. His cultivation should be no worse than Pingbo, but he always tolerates like that, because Pingbo can't grasp the handle and can't criticize Lingshan. What Han Yiming remembers most is the way he looked when he talked about the origin of the Ming Yuan Sword, and the most shocking thing was the moment when he walked out of the quiet room and went out of the Spirit Mountain alone, fighting for the lives of the rabble that Ping Bo had recruited him. Han Yiming has never looked down on this uncle. Even his unbearable past, Han Yiming did not look down on him in the slightest. On the contrary, it was this teacher who taught him the most.

Because of these teachings, Han Yiming said softly: "Second Master, we are all concerned about you. Speaking of this, the tears that had been held back filled his eyes again, Huang Jingxuan smiled at him and nodded slightly, as kind as before. Han Yiming twisted his head to the side again, closed his eyes, and endured the tears that he endured and endured again, these were all illusory created by the karmic Hades! Looking back, Huang Jingxuan's figure was gone, and it was Bai Ying standing in front of him. When Han Yiming saw Bai Ying, he immediately thought that she was being shared and eaten by others, and couldn't help but say, "Uncle Shi, it's all to blame for the incompetence of the disciples!" He always had this sentence in his heart, but he never said it. Bai Sakura saved him when his life was in danger, but when Bai Sakura himself could not escape the catastrophe, he could not do anything, and watched her being eaten up by the rabble! He turned his head, but this time he saw Zhao Haoyang beside him.

His second master in Lingshan! Martial arts cultivation was outstanding, and in the last days of Lingshan, he accepted him as a disciple! Han Yiming didn't know how this master was extinguished, but this master's temperament was definitely better for broken jade than for whole. Together with the second master, they sent all their disciples away from Cuiwei Hall, and they were alone opposite the many evil people. At that time, Han Yiming and the senior brothers wanted to write about the coexistence and death of the division, but in the end, they all survived, but none of these division commanders stayed!

Qin Wufang appeared beside Zhao Haoyang, his head was as white as snow, and his face was clear. Han Yiming closed his eyes, only his introductory master Lu Yueqing and the fourth uncle left, he had dreamed of it in his dream. After the collapse of Lingshan, he never dreamed of these division commanders again, maybe he was afraid of dreaming, and even avoided dreaming.

He calmed down and endured it for a while, so that his nose was not so sour. I closed my eyes for a long time before I raised my head. When he looked up, two people were already standing in front of him! a man and a woman, the man was wearing a cocooned silk robe and was fat, and the woman had a kind face and eyes full of pity for him. Han Yiming has endured it for a long time, and it is easy to hold back the tears, Aunt Luo has confessed, tears are what the karmic Hades wants, and if you get the tears, you will get your weakness. Then it can do whatever it wants.

When Han Yiming saw others, he could still control himself, but when he saw these two people, he couldn't control himself. These are his biological parents, close relatives of flesh and blood. He can not be moved by everyone, but these two people, he can't help it. He couldn't stop the tears from falling, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't shout.

As soon as the tears fell, they were controlled by the karmic Hades. Han Yiming's demon was born from his heart, and he saw his mother stretch out her hand and gently stroke her head and neck, as if she was still a child! Han Yiming could hold it when he saw anyone, but when he saw these two people, he couldn't hold it anymore, and his tears couldn't stop flowing, clenching his teeth, but his body trembled. But as a biological parent, no one can hold these tears. He also knew that as soon as the tears fell, the karmic Hades took control of himself. But the tears fell uncontrollably, and I cried bitterly.

He knew that behind the conjured figure was the Infernal Hell, and he also saw the flames in the hell, which were rushing towards him. It wasn't his parents, it was an illusion of the karmic Hades. Karmic Hades sees everything deep inside him, and it is born from these pasts. Therefore, it will turn over everything he remembers or does not remember, and people will have to face it. But what it turned out at this time was the past that Han Yiming had always been the most painful and the least afraid to face. Therefore, I know that it is false, but I still can't hold myself!

The apparitions of his parents beckoned to him in front of them, and behind them, the boundless, eerie red hellfire. Han Yiming couldn't help but walk forward, knowing that it was hell, but he still couldn't help but walk forward. Suddenly he saw a man rolling on the ground. This man is completely different from the hellfire, and the temptation that lies in front of the hellfire, he is just an ordinary person, rolling on the ground over and over again.

Han Yiming didn't know how he would appear in the illusion in front of him. He was covered with a layer of dust, and he couldn't tell the difference, but Han Yiming knew at a glance that he was Xu Ziwei. He was rolling on the ground, covered in dust and mud, and seemed to be in great pain. Han Yiming didn't look at it, but when he looked at it, in the chanting sound that had filled his ears, there was suddenly an additional voice: "Master, it's not me." I, I didn't...... Senior brother, senior brother, senior brother. You ......" This is Xu Ziwei's voice, he is almost crying, Xu Ziwei, who has cultivated for more than 100 years, will actually cry? Han Yiming came to see him with indescribable emotions, and when he saw it, he felt a little more pity in disgust.

It was at this moment that Xu Ziwei jumped up from the ground. He originally covered his face with his hands, but when he let go of his hands, his facial features were distorted, his face was full of hideousness, and his eyes were full of white eyes, and there were no black eyes. And his white eyes were all green, Han Yiming took a closer look, and his eyes were full of blue flames. The fire of hell reflected in his eyes, all blue!

Xu Ziwei pounced straight up, dragged Han Yiming tightly with both hands, and said vaguely: "Don't go, junior brother! Don't go! Go, go, let me ......" He firmly grasped Han Yiming's arm with both hands, Han Yiming only felt that his palms were cold, and through his clothes, the cold still penetrated through! He was extremely vigorous, so that Han Yiming couldn't move forward, the chill came up from his hand, and even his shoulders were cold in a blink of an eye. Han Yiming couldn't help but say, "You, you let go!" As soon as the words came out, he realized that his voice was so strange, as if it came from under the water, dull and difficult to understand. The green light in Xu Ziwei's eyes flickered, and the expression on his face was distorted, Han Yiming was about to ask him again: "How are you?" Suddenly a call from his mother came from his ear: "Yiming, come." ”