He's back!

Han Xian saw it, and this soft smile was like a quiet lover, and he found that the one he was obsessed with appeared in the corner. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's a smile, a slightly sluggish smile after being overexcited.

He's really back.

But this time, what he brought back was not a hug, but a long sword that exuded a cold edge, but fortunately, Han Xian was not a lover who waited quietly.

But this sluggish look is indeed similar to that of a silly lover.

What are you waiting for, are you waiting for the Daoist to hug Han Xian's chest with a long sword?

If this is the only way to relieve paralysis, then Han Xiandao is quite willing to try, but the eldest husband should seek himself first, and in begging others, the sluggish look in his eyes finally floated a ripple.

The darkness of the pupil makes strong Ming.

People are working hard, and the light color is getting hotter and hotter, but this bright color is so familiar, why is its face the same as the light spot scattered by the demon sacrifice?

That's the root, that's the root that turns Han Xian into an insensitive, a quiet lover, and a sluggish smirk.

And at this moment, is that bright spot of light trying to sublimate the confinement, directly freeze the body and soul, and extinguish it?

It's thinking, and the demon sacrifice is thinking.

But Han Xian was unwilling.

The reason why the light spots in the eyes are bright and dazzling is completely given by Han Xian, who is using Dao power and Buddhism to catalyze its nature.

"Bang~~. ”

"Poof~~~. ”

His eyes were dull and his lips were stained with blood, but the sneer that was ingrained in his face was finally uprooted by Han Xian, but Han Xian's expression at the moment was still smiling.

The smiling eyes swept over, the dark world in front of him, this dark eyes is the real familiarity, and this bleak ruins that have always hung up on this bleak wall is the real Yiyang City.

Do you think that by collecting the grievances of the Lin, Bai, Lan, and Qin Mu clans into the Yin Gu, you can return this world to the white?

This is a complete impossibility of wishful thinking.

On that day, when the demon sacrifice blinded the sky with the flames of devouring the sky, this place was forgotten by the long heavens, and it was abandoned by the great sun, and this place became like an unbroken grudge in the city, becoming a wandering with no door to heaven and no way to enter the earth.

Whose fault is it for all this?

It's not a merciless natural disaster, it's that people are killing themselves, and those who hold jewels in their arms think that they can be reborn in exchange for death if they die.

But he could never have imagined that in the darkness there was a pair of eyes that were more greedy than him, peeking at everything.

Pools of blood in the dim man intoxicated with jewels of gold and jade.

But those eyes were indeed peering at the souls that had drifted away from the pool of blood, and after his fangs were fully exposed, this Yiyang City became a hell.

There is no soul, no soul, only resentment.

Han Xian's smile on his face, which had peeked through his true appearance, dimmed little by little, and finally directly dispersed the color, but these eyes were still seeing.

I saw Leng Leng on his own.

I also saw the indifferent and proud 'I'll come back' person.

Although Leng Feng was there, Han Xian's gaze had already skipped over ignoring it, and he was not afraid of himself, his gaze locked on the face of that person, which was the gaze of a witness.

He is witnessing to the world that this man is the author of this multitude of crimes.

"Heh, you're really ghostly, I can't imagine that you're still not dead after all this!" Although he saw the laughter, the look on Han Xian's face was indeed not smiling at all.

Who is he?

Who else could he be!

He used to be 'a Buddha with a long hair;' once a 'benevolent, righteous, loyal and filial piety, Confucian', 'once he was still 'a guide to the country, the emperor,' and now he has changed his skin again and has become an indisputable Taoist in the world.

It's easy to be a thief.

It's hard to change the soup, it's evil, he must have loved his beautiful face, and at this moment, this face is still beautiful and gorgeous from a distance and up close.

This beauty is already evil, he is evil from beginning to end, he is the devil, he is the hypocritical demon sacrifice that combines high virtue and good resentment.

Han Xian's disdain fell on his ears, and it was not a disguised compliment.

But his eyes were very curious, and those Dao eyes were as clear as Han Xian, as if he was also proving to the people of the world who was the initiator of Yiyang's bitter grievances.

He looked at Han Xian and also pointed out Han Xian.

"Hey~~. ”

A sigh broke through the ages, this is the beginning of a story, the Taoist crown and green clothes, the supreme cultivator who lives in the nameless mountain of Momo, it is his eyes that are replacing the mouth to tell the popular story.

This must be his own story, because the person in the story is as unique as his face, but at the moment he has no hair and is a Buddha.

Suddenly, in the high wall deep courtyard full of ears only listen to the scriptures Sanskrit Buddha he is a little bored, out of the temple gate, this red world is so lively, but the Buddha with a pair of discerning eyes did find a deep misery hidden under this excitement.

Make a great wish, the world is miserable, and I am determined not to step into Buddhism.

Drifting away.

Suddenly, one day, I suddenly heard the catchy poems and wonderful words in my ears, and the Buddha had an epiphany, it turned out that it was the real wonderful sound of Jishi, and he was happy to impose joy, and resolutely gave up his vanity fair, took off his robe and put on Confucian clothes.

Shaking his head, pretending to be rich and rich.

Hard work pays off, the dynasty is Tian Shelang, the twilight of the Tianzi Hall, "the emperor relies on", "the people love", benevolence, righteousness, loyalty and filial piety are often accompanied, and from then on the first Confucianism in the world.

The grand wish is finally one step closer, but he is indeed far away from the temple and Buddhism, but he will not forget his original intention.

In the line is far away.

Suddenly, the emperor was mediocre, the whole country was starving, the heavens were lost, and the complaining civilians rose up one after another, breaking the dynasty and killing the emperor.

But the world can't be without an owner for a day, panic and lost, they remembered that the first Confucian in the world who is benevolent, righteous, loyal and filial, it is he who lives in the high temple, and indeed 'cares about the people,' he is the first good in the world.

If the panicked people are reborn, the whole country is shouting for "the first good in the world" and "respecting the first Confucian in the world" as the emperor, and they are forced to be reluctant and reluctant.

But with the addition of the yellow robe, it has become a last resort in the reluctance, and he remembers the 'grand wish,' which is indeed forgetting the Buddhist temple.

Far to the horizon.

Called the emperor to ascend the throne, the first good blessing of the first Confucianism to be the first emperor of the world, where the edge is pointed, any disobedience has turned into powder, the world is unified, and the name of the country is 'Yiyang,' the first emperor of the ages.

'The people are well-being. ’

Lonely, lonely, and the loneliest in the heights.

The emperor's heart was cold, Hongchen saw through it, gave up all the emperor's honor, and handed over such a 'beautiful' and rich world to the right person without reservation.

The ambition has been achieved, but people really can't pay back the temple and Buddhist hall, and the famous river and mountain are their love.

The red dust is too heavy, so let's go into hiding.

But one day, a group of evil monks came to this beautiful world, and a group of evil bald donkeys actually trampled this beautiful and rich world mercilessly under their feet.

The fire burned mercilessly, and the mountains of the famous river have been swallowed by the fiery serpent.

The evil monk ruined the country of Yiyang.

The reclusive emperor woke up, he couldn't bear it anymore, and came out with a sword, a three-foot sword, a wicked monk, a five-step blood, a prisoner and a head, and defended the world with the Tao.

And now the first demon thief who connived and drove the evil monk was already under the sword.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, sigh, sigh. ”

Seeing such a magnificent and tear-jerking from the eyes of the Demon Sacrifice Daoist was really emotional, but no matter how Han Xian squeezed his eyebrows, he really couldn't squeeze out a trace of tears, and could only express his admiration for the Demon Sacrifice Daoist's ability to tell stories with the breathtaking words of praise in his mouth.

Although he admired it, Han Xian still had doubts about the story, and couldn't help but wonder: "Don't you think, are you late?"

Yes, a word wakes up the dreamer.

Was the fire devouring the last to force the famous mountains and rivers where the First Emperor lived in seclusion, could it be that he was so intoxicated with Taoism that he couldn't even distinguish the smell of blood in the air?

Who says it can't be.

The eyes of the Demon Sacrifice Daoist were telling Han Xian that the fire was like this, and it was his contemplation, intoxication, and Taoism that connived at Yiyang's beautiful shattering and the birth of evil.

His sigh has long remembered that I am guilty.

Is this the story?

The righteous color of the Demon Worship Daoist, and the point of the sword, how it seems to be telling a story, this is a fact.

The fact is that Han Xian is still a thief.

The fact is that the ruins of Yiyang at this moment are ironclad evidence of the crimes committed by Han Xian, the evil son.

The voice of the majestic demon sacrifice was already a cold sigh, and the look and hand of the hand should be to seek justice for the blood of the innocent people in the world: "What else is there to be funny about you." ”

For such a wonderful story, how can Han Xian not laugh.

The smiling face forgot to refute, and the person with a clean heart disdained to refute, but all this fell in the eyes of the demon sacrifice with a heart, which was undoubtedly a confession in disguise.

He deserves to die!

The blade of the sword was cold, and the remaining blood of the hungry monk on it was completely cold, and now he was going to use the blood of the first evil in front of him to wash away the first sword of the righteous path.

"Give it to you. ”

The sound of the demon sacrifice was already roaring, but I don't know if he was afraid or really afraid, he didn't dare to carry a three-foot sword and take five steps of blood splashing.

The sword danced and flew, but the sword intent light flickered.

For this, the demon sacrifice must have his own reasons, he has changed his mind, how can the blood of the first evil touch the first sword, he is not worthy.

If you need a reason, the demon sacrifice finds a reason for your cowardice.

Although he was timid, the sword intent he struggled with was indeed not timid at all, and it was very vast, the sword intent flashed, and as soon as he entered the air, it all turned into pieces of clean pure color feathers.

"Han Xian, you should remember this piece of feathers, they represent the creatures you have killed, and they will eat their flesh like knives. ”