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This Buddha horn was as small as before, but this time, Gu Jun and they didn't dare to ignore it, and they didn't dare to ignore Han Xian, a monk who had shaved his own ordination at a young age.

Listen with one pair of ears.

I heard the beating of my heart in my chest and the screams of timidity.

A pair of eyes watched.

It is the pain of the eyes that makes the heart timid.

Why didn't this man die?

Crazy thoughts.

Gu Jun looked at Han Xian, and thought very hard in his mind, this guy really has no reason to live until now, he should have died when he killed the fish clan in his pit, he should have died the moment he rushed out of Yingdu, he should have died at the beginning of his big array, he should have died the moment he rushed into the big array, he should have died if he was pasted on the Tiance Monument several times.

Thousand should.

Everything.

In Gu Jun's fantasy, he had too much chance to kill him.

But I regretted that I didn't do it at the beginning.

I think I once had 10,000 chances, 10,000 possibilities to kill this absolutely damn last man under the palm of my flesh, but the sky is not long, and I am blind.

I missed it 10,000 times.

He didn't die once.

Think.

I can't stop thinking about it.

At this moment, in Gu Jun's crazy thoughts, Han Xian, a bald donkey monk, should not have been born, he should have been sensed by himself at the moment he just came out of his mother's womb, and sent a life-chasing thunderbolt, directly splitting him and everything around him into ashes.

But it's careless.

I didn't do that.

Can you still think about it?

Still thinking about it?

In addition to this simplicity, this simplicity may have a way to live, and the others are destined to be difficult or more suffering, and they are all dead ends.

It's all absolute darkness in the dark, and it doesn't get through.

It's too powerless.

Struggling until now.

The dawn is approaching, and the successful hemp Sheng Sushuang, he broke out several times, and he was re-pressed by himself by means of heaven, but the little person, the mosquito.

The most unexpected thing is that he is actually the biggest stumbling block.

The stone lay there, almost cutting off all hope.

Angry.

Hate.

Gu Jun looked at Han Xian's full face and Gu Jing was too painful, if he could start all over again, he would definitely not hesitate, and he would personally take action with thunder and directly strangle him in the cradle.

Definitely don't give him a chance to grow up.

But now.

He stood, he grew up.

The Buddha's light is vast, and this color is infatuated and worried in the eyes of the heart.

Yingdu Palace, Rong Ruo has been looking at it all the time.

Her heart has always been touched by Han Xian, her face is smiling at Han Xian's every life, and she is worried and tormented by Han Xian's pain.

What now?

Rong Ruo looked at Han Xian's Buddha light, half worried, and infatuated with it.

The heart whispered, and the pride arose, 'Do you see, that is my man?' ’

At this moment, the eyes of too many people in the world fell on Han Xian's body, he is my man, women are so happy, and women are so proud.

Rong Ruo is an absolutely strong decisive and plotterous on the outside, but she is indeed a very little woman in her heart.

Be proud of him.

Rong Ruo couldn't help but be proud of Han Xian.

But ah, why does he have no hair, why did he become a monk in his heart, has he forgotten himself, is he going to abandon me, is this ordination and Buddhahood an expression of fate between us?

Think~~?

Where is this?

A woman's madness is terrible.

In Rong Ruo's fantasy, there were some tears in her eyes, and the impression in her mind was difficult to eliminate.

"Hehe~~. ”

If she didn't stop, she might have to cry again.

Weep.

There were tears in the eyes.

At this moment, Rong Ruo is not the only one who wants to cry with tears, then Gu Jun really wants to cry.

The dim old eyes, full of meaning, in his opinion, all this is so ruthless, he has been preparing for so long, success is in front of him, the first in the world is at his feet, but this ant-like guy, his appearance, his troubles, actually disturbed his way to the sky.

How can I endure it.

How to give up on this.

"Huh~~. ”

With his teeth in his mouth and his footsteps raised, Gu Jun wanted to rush to Yagongzi's side to fulfill the long-cherished wish he wanted to complete very much, but did he understand, he had been very busy and had not been idle.

"Keng~~. ”

Kill the Song of Jingo.

Gu Jun's body stopped, stay,

The Great Sage's Last Voice.

This is Chu Xin's tenacity, this is the determination of Chu Xinxiu's hands to stay, at this moment her face is as pale as paper, and the show fingers she plays are not a little delicate, blood-stained red, pry the strings, the flesh is erosive, this is the performance of bones, at this moment with more than just a red thread, it is the strings that are red and hung with blood beads.

But the cost of all this should be understood as worth it.

Just around Gu Jun's body, in the midst of the loud and graceful killing of the piano sound, I saw a trace of blood floating up, making silk knots, and tightly attached to Gu Jun's body.

He couldn't move an inch.

He couldn't go there.

Mosquito.

It's mosquito bothering again.

Why are there so many, Gu Jun is so angry that he goes crazy, Gu Jun is already mad with anger, his eyes, and the electric snake on his body struggles to swim.

But it's just an arc.

They move, they don't stop swimming on Gu Jun's body, but their wandering still brings Gu Jun's inch, and the wisps of red thread on his body are like an absolute quagmire, dragging on, sucking, you can't move.

"Whew~~. ”

It was difficult to lift the footsteps, and the steps raised by Gu Jun finally fell.

It's sad.

Alas.

People are really old, and the footsteps that they once struggled to lift, the fall at this moment is just falling in place, without moving, lying down.

Hoary.

Wind dance, white hair, empty eyebrows, and old age.

In the coldness of this wind-blown old man, the once upright spine of Gu Jun was stiff for a minute, and he was helpless, he bent.

Who can be strong for him at this moment.

Dying old age,

Pale eyes made a miserable white circulation for help, swept on the Ya Jiekong and others who surrounded the monk, now at this moment, this monk and this bald donkey really don't matter, then Han Xian's bald donkey is the real damn.

"Hum~~. ”

If you can't extricate yourself, then why ask others to save you.

Buddha shines.

They are not stupid, Gu Jun saw that they were also in the bottom of their eyes, they wanted to leave, they wanted to rush in, and brought Han Xian out to pieces.

But.

There will always be a hindrance from it.

It's easy to come to, but it's hard to go.

Just when Ya Jueli and the others were about to leave, the body of the monk suddenly bloomed with holy Buddha light, and suddenly everyone's eyes were full of the wonderful Sanskrit sound and beautiful world shadow of the gods and Buddhas.

The Great Thunder of the West, Heavenly Elysium.

The clouds and mist are illusory, and one statue is sluggish in it.

Stay.

The Buddha needs you.

Listen to the Buddha's witty words.

"Hehe~~. ”

Laughing in sadness, the old age on Gu Jun's face is even more gray, but his head is still turning slightly, maybe there is hope.

"Huh~~. ”

Snickering, sword trembling, knotting.

"Brother Wushuang, you and I are not divided, you and I are still alive and dead, let's hurry up now. ”

"Whew~~. ”

The sword light is like a dragon, and the human voice is like a tiger roaring endlessly.

I hear you.

Without Gu Jun's bothering eyes, his ears had already heard that his hope was shattered, everyone was busy, and there was no one to help this old man's life and death.

"Hehe~~. ”

The sad face couldn't stop laughing.

The eyes turned for a while, and in the end, it was the same as the footsteps, and they stayed at the original point in great helplessness, not moving a step, people stopped here, so where should the eyes look?

Origin.

Now.

Nu wa.

Orochi.

Yakomi.

Gu Jun's dim old eyes are staring at Yagongzi's body at this moment.

That's where it all began.

The gray pallor begins from him, the miserable decadence is derived from him, and he is the origin of everything.

"Huh~~. ”

Tooth incision.

Gu Jun hated Han Xian and hated Chu Xin.

But at this moment, he hates Yagongzi even more, and there is no doubt that in his resentful red eyes, it is precisely because of Yagongzi's incompetence that he has caused his own failure.

If.

He can be a little stronger.

Maybe Sheng Sushuang is dead, so he is the best in the world.

If.

He's a little faster.

Maybe Sheng Sushuang is dead, so he is the best in the world.

If.

He wouldn't be so incompetent.

Sheng Sushuang must have died, so he is the first in the world.

What if.

If I were that young man, Sheng Sushuang would have died, and he would have been the number one in the world.

So much unwillingness, creating so many ifs, how much Gu Jun, who is bleak-faced at the moment, fantasizes about living young, but the old man should understand that old is old, and the pale hair is old.

After passing through the youth, there is no chance of ifs.

"Giggle~~. ”

Hate~~.

In the midst of this resentment, the steel teeth in Gu Jun's mouth were almost crushed, cracks appeared faintly on it, and a pair of eyes fell on Yagongzi's body and almost wanted to melt him.

The needle is on the back.

Is the eye behind this Yakomi aware of it?

Experience.

Ask who is the most painful and who is resentful on this battlefield?

It's no one else, it's not Gu Jun who gritted his teeth, it's not Bu Wushuang who roared again and again, it's just him Yagongzi, haven't you noticed that I'm the most painful one. ？

It is yourself who suffers.

It's yourself who is blamed.

The eyes behind it.

The eyes behind him are like two sharp swords, progressing into the heart little by little, at this moment the heart is dripping blood, after biting the tongue, it hurts flesh, and now the heart hurts even more.

Am I to blame for the lack of advantage at the moment?

Not recognized.

Disagree.

In Ya Gongzi's opinion, he can't blame himself for all this, let alone that he doesn't have a half-dime relationship, it's not that he doesn't want to kill Sheng Sushuang, it's really amazing.

From the heart.

Even at this moment, Sheng Sushuang's proud pupils were dissipating, but Yakomi could still sense a trace of horror from him.

It's like instinct.

Like awe.

It's more like a kind of blasphemy that looks up to the gods.

There may be no Han Xian, no bald donkey monk, and these people can't kill Sheng Sushuang.

This is Ya Gongzi's thoughtful opinion, but others don't think so, Gu Jun, who has been complaining and resentful at the moment, is a mad dog, staring at people coldly, preparing to bite people crazy.

"Ah~~. ”

Crazy roar, weak screams.

A terrifying glow suddenly erupted in the eyes of the faint old man, and he roared in his mouth: "Thief, what do you see, you killed him, you are the same as him, you are not a waste, are you born worse than him." Are you supposed to be afraid of him by nature, have you lived to be a dog at your age?"

Scold.

The miserable man is scolding Yakoki.

Maybe this is hope, after all, there are too many people who are ashamed and brave, and at this moment they are exhausted, and all hope is still pinned on Yagongzi.

As long as he can make a point.

Then it worked.

As long as he tries a little harder.

Maybe it will work.

Just him?