You can't believe it, right?

Why did the flesh and blood break in front of him, and he was so powerless, his compassion was already tormented, but the one in the heart of a Zen monk didn't think so. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Great excitement was written all over his face, was this a gift from heaven to himself?

The man who was born to restrain himself, he didn't try his best to kill him, but now he died so simply, I can't believe it.

And now the most unbelievable thing is Han Xian.

This is his beloved thing, this love is carved into his bones and deep into his heart, but when he really carves his bones and goes deep into his heart, it will be so cold.

Of course, the phaseless Shenfeng was cold, Han Xian finally knew what it was like to be pierced through the heart by a spear, and the moonlight that he could see clearly was miserable, and the darkness was pressing on him from a distant place.

Trying again and again, trying to see what is hidden in the darkness?

Smiles, a little smile on the cheeks, the effort pays off, and in the darkness hides smiling faces, the tree that rattles in a distant place, sending them here?

They didn't shed tears, at least in Han Xian's eyes, but tears did ooze from the corners of his own eyes, because Han Xian saw his reflection in those kind eyes.

As if seeing their concern: "Does it hurt?"

Han Xian must not know how pale his smile was, but those eyes, although there were tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, his mouth was still light: "It doesn't hurt!"

It is not the distant people who are comforted, but the broken heart.

Many times, he stood so close to that place, but every time he was in a dream, and this time he really appeared in front of him, a familiar smiling face standing in front of the door, looking at him kindly.

The sound of footsteps lightly buckled on the wet bluestone road, the front of each house was clean, the night rain, the morning wind mixed with the unique fragrance of the earth greeted this tired man, the tired man with a smile finally set foot on that familiar place again, as if because he knew that he was going back.

So it, they, did not change in the slightest, the grass swaying in the wind in the distance hummed softly, rippling in my heart a little bit.

The wind in the moonlight blew a distant song, and Han Xian also hummed softly, the breath of blood and the fragrance of distant earth sang and danced together.

"I'm going home!"

Although Han Xian couldn't bring back the body that Yun Jia Ao had raised, he knew that he had no regrets, his soul was drifting through thousands of mountains and rivers with the wind and songs, lingering in every inch of land, every tree, and every grass in Yun Jia Ao.

Every inch of soil, every tree, every piece of grass knows that the soul that has been lost for so long has finally returned.

The world is quiet, whether it is the dense forest where the body is located, or the distant place where the soul is running, they are quiet, because they are afraid that the slightest breath will dissipate the already weak wind.

The footsteps finally stepped in front of his door, the house and the courtyard did not change, the only thing that changed was the gray bun, Han Xian couldn't bear to say, 'I'm back', and the distant relatives must not want to know that this lonely person and lonely soul had returned.

The blood of returning home could not be stopped, whether they were willing or not, and Han Xian had already found tears under those smiling faces that were hidden by the darkness.

The sound of the leaf breaking sounded in my heart.

Although it worked hard, he couldn't make up for Han Feng's coldness.

The darkness came too fast, and Han Xian didn't remember those smiling faces properly, so he was blown away by the wind, scattering not only the familiar faces, but also the smiles on Han Xian's faces, and the tears in the corners of his eyes.

His eyes couldn't bear to look anymore, because he was too tired and quietly closed.

The bottom of my heart is too cold, how can I go to that warm place with a frozen heart.

That Zen monk must have been moved, the backbone that was subdued by the spear still has the ability to stand up, although the hands trembled, but still stubbornly grasped the barrel of the gun, what did he want to do?

A Zen monk couldn't understand it.

"Poof!!"

This is not Han Xian's roar, but the sound of Han Feng's spear pulling out the flesh and blood of his body, Han Xian doesn't want to fall, let alone the mud of his hometown to cover the bones of his hometown, let him slowly rot in the air.

"Khooth. ”

The tail of the spear was smashed into the ground, and the backbone of the spear was stuck in the soil like a spear, not wanting to die, but he couldn't stop breathing.

"Hey, I said the great monk, don't you save him?" The witty voice sounded in the heart of a Zen monk, and it must be a kind reminder that the person who was bloody and Zen awakened was dead.

The face of mercy immediately overflowed, why didn't I save him?

A Zen monk can't know why he let suffering happen in front of him at that time, silence has become a thing of the past, people whose feet are gently raised, and whose heart is broken, does he have such ability?

"Hehe, monk, forget it, be careful of being eaten by me" In fact, the blood color is really afraid, if a good thing is muddyed by his own stinky mouth, wouldn't it be very sad.

Of course, a Zen monk who had already woken up would not be swayed by his compassion from the bottom of his heart, although he couldn't feel the slightest breath, his hand still stretched out to Han Xian without hesitation.

And the laughter also sounded in the bottom of my heart.

The gentle Buddhist brilliance could stop the blood from flowing outside the body, but it was obviously not enough for him to stop the soul that was flying to the distant homeland.

However, is the monk really stubborn?

Or can a Zen monk still feel hope, the Dao power is still surging towards Han Xian's body, the bottomless hole, no matter how much Dao power a Zen monk has, it can't be filled.

The scarlet ridicule spread out again, and he said sarcastically: "I know that everything is useless for you who are indecisive." As soon as he finished speaking, the bitterness on the face of a Zen monk flooded.

And the bloody Zen is even more ecstatic.

The suffering of the monk was not because he couldn't save Han Xian's soul, but because his Dao power was like a flood that opened the floodgates.

However, it was not these things that were in the blood ecstasy, but the hidden love that was once again alive, although he thought that he had missed a great opportunity.

But when a wisp of bewitching red light rises and falls in the bottom of Yizen's heart, it seems to say that it is not too late.

And Scarlet Zen didn't blame, because every bit of light from that beloved could make him feel that long-lost power.

One Zen is suffering, and the sealing monk is indeed shocked, because those wise eyes have already sensed a deep threat, and they also know very well that it is not the young man's ghost, but the evil of the demon in the bottom of the seal.

"Bang. ”

The blood light rose from the ground in an instant, and even the bright moon in the sky was covered with a layer of blood, and the face of the monk was even more shocked, and in an instant, he was like a bloody man, and his body was dripping with hot blood.

At this time, the giant Buddha also did his best to manifest, and each of them did their best to press their seals towards the blood light.

Whether it is anger, joy or sorrow, each giant Buddha's face is densely covered with solemnity, and it is obvious that the things sealed in the heart of the Zen monk are much more violent than the demon lord.

"Demon, let's kill those bald donkeys together," Scarlet said proudly.

But what is certain is that the red light that floated in the bottom of his heart ignored him, but emitted a warm red light that hit the pale golden seal again and again.

Just like the Demon Lord, he trembled with every impact on the seal, but no matter which one of the seals broke.

The 'demon' didn't respond to the bloody Zen, but he did lean up on his own, and his body flew towards the red light, and the closer he got, the more excited he became.

His hands trembled a little as he approached, because he hadn't mastered him for too long, and he hadn't fought with him for too long, so how could he not be excited.

But before his excitement could stand on his face, it shattered completely.

A trace of red light overflowed from the red light, swept over the body of the blood-colored Yizen, and directly threw him away, and for the blood-colored Yizen, what was thrown away was not the body, but the enthusiasm and hope.

The mouth of the frozen face opened exaggeratedly, and the low voice echoed in the bottom of Yizen's heart: "Why, why?"

But Hongmang didn't explain, and still hit the seal again and again, and at this time, the ancient Buddha had already appeared in the bottom of Yizen's heart.

The originally manic red mang also slowly quieted down.

;