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Things were a little inexplicable, and the evil dragon actually stopped on top of his head with the laughter of the blue eagle.

Han Xian's eyes were enlarged versions of godlessness, staring, watching.

Staring at the glittering body of the word mantra, and looking at the face of the blue eagle with a quiet and smiling face, the mantra is approaching, and it is approaching the forehead of the blue eagle step by step.

Is he blind?

Is being full of silence synonymous with blindness?

Why didn't he hide, but looked at it with a smile, and the question in his heart was difficult for Han Xian to understand and understand.

But this can be understood as a reluctance to think too much about why from the bottom of his heart, after all, in his own cognition, he Blue Eagle is a bad person, and he is also a hypocritical proud bad person, so he should be more careful.

"Hmph. ”

Han Xian sneered in his mouth, his eyes bit Lan Ying's kind cheek, and the Dao in his hand did not stop, and he silently recited the Buddha word mantra in his heart, and suddenly his arm exuded a peaceful Buddha light and drifted towards the 'what' word truth.

The mantra of the word 'what' is dust-free, and at this moment, with the blessing of Han Xian's homologous Buddha light, it is even more transparent and peaceful, Han Xian is sure that it is correct, as long as it is implemented, it will be able to purify the arrogance of the blue eagle full of deformities.

Han Xian blessed the mantra with the same source of Buddhism, and did not do any means to hide people's ears, it was completely a fair trick in front of everyone's eyes.

But Blue Eagle seems to have really gone blind with the scriptures.

The killing machine is in front, and the smile in the soft and quiet is also like a stupid idiot, the mantra can be understood as the supreme Buddha light in the eyes of others, but as a person in the bureau, as the object of the mantra suppression and ban, even if he is evil, but from the instinct of self-preservation, it should also rise up and fight back.

Whether it is good or evil, in the face of mortality, you should also fight hard, after all, it is your own life, and it is impossible to ask others for mercy.

And at this moment, he didn't need to pray, not even struggle.

The mantra of the word "what" can be described as an outrageous ink, inch by inch, inch by point, as if it is the supreme Buddha, so merciful that even grievances do not want to harm their lives.

But it's different for Han Xian.

As long as he is willing to be a blue eagle, the bearded dragon hanging high above Han Xian's skull, the flickering cold light and cold teeth in it can grind Han Xian's bones and slag, and he can defend the dignity of his own life and dignity of Lan Ying.

How could Han Xian not know that the sharp arrow was hanging high above his head, and at this moment, a trace of evil appeared on his cautious face, and he snorted coldly in his heart and thought: "Hmph, thief, don't think that I don't know your thoughts, do you want to wait for the last moment to proudly understand my life? Then you have to ask me if Uncle Han Xian will give you this opportunity." ”

Is this really the case with Blue Eagle's kind sneer?

Of course it's possible.

Since it was so obvious, how could Han Xian be stupid enough to give him this opportunity to kill himself.

Han Xian's eyes carefully and carefully stared at the bearded evil dragon on his head, he was extremely vigilant, but he didn't want to enter the evil dragon's belly again to be digested by the disgust.

The eyes are fixed, the feet move a minute, and the body retreats a minute.

"Whew~. ”

The chest was full of breath, and the body and mind were slightly relieved from the inside out, and the taste of the sword hanging high was not human, but the doubts in the heart were indeed deeper.

He was retired, but the evil dragon was as dead as a sculpture, motionless, but those eyes full of cold and arrogant eyes were indeed proving to the world that he was still alive.

"What do you want, do you want to die?"

Han Xian's voice had become a hysterical question, but he got a smile that was still kind and unfathomable from Blue Eagle.

What is he laughing at?

It's really hard to understand this, but one thing is for sure, Han Xian's hysterical question is completely stupid, completely demented and stupid.

Ask Blue Eagle if he wants to die.

The Blue Eagle in this world has no chance, even the world called Hell has no other place.

Everyone should know that his Blue Eagle has already died, and it is the ashes that have been annihilated, and there is no afterlife to die, these Han Xian have experienced it firsthand.

"Why don't you hide?"

Han Xian, who had found his memory from the maze of the passing years, immediately woke up, and couldn't help but roar dryly.

"Hide~. ”

Lan Ying smiled, is there still a need to hide for those who are already dead, at this moment, Lan Ying is not only laughing, but also laughing and nodding his head with Han Xian.

When he laughs, his mind is clear.

When he smiled and nodded, my slowness was shattered.

Although he is still infatuated with life, but at this moment, the blue eagle who has turned into a grudge knows that he has no afterlife, and the mantra of the word 'what' is clear and peaceful, and the soft smile of the blue eagle under his illumination is also clear and peaceful.

"Amitabha. ”

I don't know if this Buddha chant comes from a Zen monk who is standing in dust and mud and is not stained with dust, but from the mouth of the blue eagle benefactor shining in the light of the Buddha in the air.

His hands are folded to his chest like a Buddha worshipper.

His face is as pious and unrepentant as that of a Buddha.

His eyes were open and watching, and the mantra was deceiving his forehead, and he carefully savored every wonderful taste of the mantra to cleanse his body and mind.

Although the mantra is not in the body, the Buddha light on the Blue Eagle benefactor is not fading.

This must not come from the mantra, but from the Blue Eagle benefactor himself.

At this moment, he should not be called a benefactor, but should be understood as a monk who has attained the Tao again, that is, a person who has attained the Tao with a quiet mind and tranquility.

"Master Han Shi has worked hard. ”

Blue Eagle clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to Han Xian, and instantly a dark resentment erupted on his body, although he Blue Eagle knew that he was dedicated to the Buddha, but it was only him, and the entire Blue Clan that built his body was still muddy and undead in the curse and resentment.

This soft voice of 'the donor is tired' made Han Xianke completely stunned, and he couldn't help but be a little daze at the surging resentment of the embankment.

I actually forgot the truth ban.

But how could the blue eagle who became a Buddha by breaking grievances let the younger generations harm the world, a soft Buddha light started from the heart, and the original surging resentment was immediately quiet, and the Buddha light flew towards Han Xian.

The bright light is bright and in front of him, even if people are stupid, then Han Xian can also find his own soul from this bright and shining Buddha light.

His face was full of respect, and his hands were very respectfully held in front of his chest.

The Buddha's light carried resentment and wandered, flickering and falling on Han Xian's palm.

"Blue Eagle Mage is relieved, I, Han Xian, have made an oath that even if there are thousands of difficulties, I, Han Xian, will definitely go to the land of the water and seek the way to purification. ”

The voice is sonorous and powerful, and the oath is heavier than the mountain.

Maybe Han Xian is sometimes a person who doesn't pay attention to oaths, but what Zhengse said from his mouth is cause and effect, and if it is not achieved, there will be a cycle of retribution.

Although it may not be punished by heaven, if Han Xian really turns his back, then one day, he himself will be swallowed into ashes by the devouring karmic fire.

The hand holding the light of the Buddha of resentment is slowly closing.

The faltering light was completely extinguished, and the resentment was in the Yin Gu, and Han Xian had completely planted the oath in his heart.

"Ahem~. ”

When the resentment of the Lan clan was planted into the Yin Gu, Han Xian's slightly sickly face was immediately sick, and his whole face was pale, and his mouth followed with this cough.

'What's there to be afraid of being pale, what's there to be afraid of coughing, this is not the first time. ’

How big the heart is, how big the things it carries, Han Xian couldn't help but smile a little and laugh at himself on his face.

But if Han Xian thinks that this is over, then he is very wrong.

"Cough, cough, cough~~. ”

The heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys are congested, short of breath, and turned over.

Han Xian tried his best to suppress the urging cough, but before his steady Dao power could be condensed, he was shaken by the extreme cough.

Uncompromising is indomitable.

The Dao power condensed tenaciously again and again, and finally the hard work paid off, and the cough was stabilized.

"Poof~~. ”

The demon was full of red blood, his head was spinning, and the strength of the whole person was as if he had suddenly been emptied by others.

And even the Zen monk who whispered to the Buddha was a little stunned, and it was too late to think about it.

His face was bloodless, and he shivered with cold.

"Bang~~. ”

Fortunately, the height of the body is not high, but the cold of the whole body sticking to the dust is enough for Han Xian to bear.

"Donor. ”

A Zen monk came back to his senses, stepped to Han Xian's side in one step, and asked with concern in his mouth, and the person leaned over and leaned towards Han Xian's body with both hands, in order to help Han Xian up.

"Ah~~. ”

The outstretched hand in the air had no chance to help, and he paused again in a daze.

Han Xian roared vigorously in his mouth, do you need someone to help him?

No, no, no.

Han Xian really didn't need it, a Zen monk's hand froze in mid-air, and Han Xian bit the remaining blood in his mouth and jumped into the air again.

This time it was higher than ever, if he was staggering and falling, if he was a monk who was godless, then Han Xianke would be crushed in the dust.

"Hmph, what's there to be afraid of vomiting blood, it's not the first time I've been. ”

Of course, Han Xian, who has climbed in the field of life and death to the present, has a much more bewitching blood bloom in the past than at this moment, but Han Xian has never used words to comfort himself in his heart.

Does this seem like relief?

It's more of a cover-up.