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With Han Xian's joy, the mantra appeared in the place where it should appear, and what was the most suitable place, of course, was on the top of the head of the demon sacrifice, because it was the closest to piercing the heart through the brain.

The word mantra appeared, and it was not only the four words 'hum, well, yet, and bei', but it was indeed six characters hanging high above the head of the demon sacrifice, and the trick was to kill the enemy's secret master.

Why the mountains derived from the words 'hum and ma' are almost massive in devouring the sky and the earth is because Han Xian hid the words 'Mi and Mi' in it as early as the beginning.

I guess I wouldn't have thought of it.

I am used to playing with means, and one day I will be played with by others.

"Hmph~~. ”

Although it is trapped, the distance between the word 'sleepy' and the middle of the word 'death' is sometimes too far away, and this distance is too far to change rapidly.

The winner of the present may become the dry bones of the grave at that time at any time.

Confucianism is a great Confucian in the end, and the emperor is a great emperor, and the demon sacrifice is facing an almost embattled situation, and the eyebrows are becoming more and more calm.

The cold snort in his mouth was coupled with the indifference in his eyes, as if he had already hidden Leng Feng who wanted Han Xian's life in the dark.

Is there really one?

Han Xian's eyes stared at the indifferent face of the Demon Sacrifice, he smiled coldly in his mouth, and whispered: "Pretend, I see you as a hero in the twilight, a bird waiting to die." ”

"Ha~~. ”

The falsehood was like being punctured, and the demon priest screamed like a laugh and a cry in his mouth, and the emperor finally couldn't maintain the calmness of the great Confucian, and the heroic and beautiful face was all lost in his family property, and he really couldn't grasp the slightest bit of decadence.

Although the emperor's family and country have fallen, he is still alive, and the country he represents is still famous, but at this moment this country is indeed imprisoned.

"Han Xian, do you think you can kill me?"

The Demon Priest gritted his teeth, stared, and asked in a frenzied and frustrated manner, which was like a prisoner praying hysterically that he could survive the life of the victor in the midst of intimidation.

"Kill him, huh?"

Han Xian smiled, laughing so helplessly, he wanted to kill him too much, but it was a body of endless resentment, and if he wanted to kill him, he was afraid that he still lacked a little heat.

Facing the grievances of Yiyang City, from beginning to end, he was not for killing, for the debt to her in his heart, he would take the road of purifying the grievances of the lonely soul.

The original words have been said once, but now there are more appropriate words.

"Give it a try. ”

Laughter is the whispered word, and the word is the soul of the death knell.

The face of the demon priest suddenly turned white, and her delicate facial features were distorted into a strange and delicate beauty, and she howled wildly: "Haha, Xiao'er, if you want to kill this demon, you are still a little tender." ”

"Whew~. ”

The demon sacrifice's body suddenly exerted its strength and made a soaring appearance, but the cage that trapped the sky had already been set, and the birds in it had been cut off by Han Xian.

"Huh, want to go?"

Han Xian smiled coldly in his mouth, and indeed instantly turned into a pious color, his hands folded together in his chest, and whispered Zen machine.

A holy Buddha light immediately flowed from the hanging mantra '吽', like a chain binding the dragon to the demon sacrifice that wanted to escape.

It was expected that the obstacle would be difficult, the demon priest glared, and his hand stood up, grabbing a touch of electric light between his two fingers, and his palm trembled slightly, and the electric light became the color of the Ming calendar and attacked the Buddha's light.

"Hiss~~. ”

The Demon Priest's eyebrows jumped, and he couldn't believe it in his eyes, when the electric light of the Ming calendar met the Buddha's light, it was like paper paste, and it was broken in an instant.

But this is not the end of the Buddha's light.

He was walking through, and he was walking through the electric light left by the Demon Sacrifice Dao Method, this chain Demon Sacrifice couldn't stop it, but there was really not much fear on the face of the Demon Sacrifice who was about to be locked, and there was more surprise and confusion between his eyebrows and eyes.

This surprise and this suspicion were all carried by the eyes and fell on Han Xian's face.

The heart is already full of surprise, that clear face is like the Buddha's reincarnation of the treasure solemnity, that is a true monk.

Is Han Xian a monk?

He still has his hair, not to mention that he still has a deep red dust thought, but even Han Xian himself doesn't know about the subtle secrets.

He who has broken the six-character mantra has not only become attached to Buddhism, but the Buddha has taken the opportunity to leave traces in his heart.

Yes, the 'demon knife' in his star map should be insightful.

It was already gloomy and whispered hatred, and said: 'Buddha, there will be no second time, if you want to turn him into a second Zen monk, you are delusional, even if I cut him with a knife, I will not fulfill you in vain. ’

The sprouts of the Buddha have been planted, and they should be uprooted as soon as possible.

But the 'Demon Knife' knows deeply that taking advantage of the small and early is not now, if you do it in Han Xian's heart at this moment, it will be tantamount to murder.

Without the help of Buddhism, isn't that just the fish on the board that has become a demon sacrifice?

"Huhu~~. ”

Just between the trance gaze of the demon sacrifice, the Buddha light of the mantra of the word '吐' has deceived his body and locked him, this is the trapped dragon lock, and the former emperor has now become a prisoner of the five flowers.

"Hiss, hiss~~. ”

Han Xian didn't dare to give the Demon Sacrifice a chance to turn over, one word succeeded, and the other five characters immediately followed like a shadow, and the Taoist Buddha was shrouded in light, and the Demon Sacrifice was instantly tied into a big dumpling.

"Ah~~. ”

The emperor under the stairs was as frightened as a prisoner under the stairs, and the body of the demon priest struggled and swayed violently, when the Buddha Light locked his body and did not move for half a minute, he even twisted his body, and I am afraid it would be difficult to escape.

The enemy is bound, and slaughter is already free.

A soft smile appeared on Han Xian's face, his head bowed slightly reverently, I don't know if it was the need of Buddhism or his own heart, his mouth was really like a monk, and he sang: "Amitabha." ”

'Amitabha~. ’

This voice has been unfading for a long time, and the sound is into the six-character mantra, when it is to throw bricks and lead the jade to lead the monks, under the traction of the Han Xian Buddha, the mantra words have actually incarnated into the Buddha with different expressions of joy or sorrow.

"Uh~~. ”

The demon priest who was anxious and struggling to get rid of the chains was shocked, his head was raised, he looked at the face, his expression was suddenly sluggish, they were so familiar, he was once scattered by the Buddha that day, is it here today?

It hurts but the memory is still fresh, it's still in my bones and in my head.

"Ah, I can't, I can't~~"

Don't dare, don't want to, the demon sacrifice roared wildly, but this roar is indeed getting softer and shorter, and finally it is like the sound of mosquitoes, and finally it is directly silent.

He was scared.

Once Meiyu looked compassionate and was a 'Buddha with hair', he was really afraid of this true Buddha, and the Confucian and Taoist emperors who used to be the world's guide to the country thought he was afraid to die.

The mantra is a Buddha with different merits and good karma, their expressions are different, and the joy and sorrow in their eyes are even different.

Look at the suffering of the world.

Watching the sorrow and joy of the world.

The demon priest saw the smile in the eyes of the Buddha, and this smile infected his heart, but he did cry, it was the innocent souls who died in his mouth crying, and they cried and accused him of his crimes.

There are tears in the sad Buddha, and the demon sacrifice is also seen.

The tears of compassion are the same as joy, they still refer to the heart, but in the heart of the demon sacrifice, there is indeed madness, crazy joy?

What are you happy about, it's not the face of the demon sacrifice that laughs, but the soul of his connivance, they are happy that their butcher's knife can happily chop living beings, and they are happy that they can sit on the white bones.

......

"Bang. ”

"Bang~. ”

Suddenly, there was a pain on the face of the demon priest, and the crying and smiling faces in his heart all exploded into ashes with a shattering sound, but when his face exploded.

He saw the demon sacrifice again, and the faces who had been crying were indeed happy in the end, as if they were experiencing a great joy that could comfort their own pain, as if they had seen the demon who had devoured them die.

And those who laughed madly and maniacally could imagine that they had fallen into a deep sorrow, and they were crying, crying until their tears were almost dry, but anyone could read from this hysterical wailing, that they were not crying for their own dying bodies, but for their own glory and wealth, which had broken and slipped away.

Who is the glory and wealth of all evil, when it is the devil sacrifice itself, the tears of joy and sorrow are shed for the devil's sacrifice, and the great backer of evil is collapsing.

"Bang~~. ”

A small sound almost blew up the eyes of the demon priest, but the blurred eyes were not because of the explosion of joy and sorrow in his heart, but because he was crying.

He didn't expect that the demon sacrifice that was born of evil would shed tears, which he didn't even expect.

The shock on his face was like a sudden awakening, but this was not a man turning back, it was indeed the return of the devil.

There was a vicious and fierce light in the eyes of the demon priest, and he roared in his mouth: "I have never been for myself, my heart, there has never been anyone else, what happy face, what sad face, are all fake tricks played by you bald donkeys." ”

"Haha, you can't kill me. ”

It's coming, it's coming, it's still dead.

It's really a demon, the bird is going to die, its song is also mourning, and its words are good, the demon sacrifice can still understand that he can't be good, but who thinks, he is indeed not as good as a bird.

"Amitabha. ”

This Buddha horn came from Han Xian's mouth again, and Gu Jing seemed to be reminding the demon sacrifice to see himself clearly.

He really should have opened his eyes to take a good look, shouting 'can't be killed,' why his body is weathering a little bit at this moment, turning into sand and light.

Leave the Buddha and scatter.

The Book of Poetry is a great Confucian, extinguished.

Pointing to the emperor of the country, he died.