Han Xian's joy cannot be accepted, and the evil of the demon sacrifice cannot be extinguished. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Han Xianxi was that his own happiness would actually add color, and he would like to think that the mantra of the word 'Mi' would be a lone army to kill the capital of the ruined dynasty.

But who would have thought that as soon as the 'Mi' word mantra army came out, the momentum of the other four words mantra soared, and the 'benevolence, filial piety, loyalty, and righteousness' of the Demon Viewing Sacrifice was indeed panicked all day long, and it had become a trend of collapse.

Sure enough, the heavens were going to destroy him.

"Bang. ”

The Demon Priest's gaze was shocked, and his benevolent, righteous, and filial piety army was all wiped out at the same time.

The ice edge shattered into slag, the five thunders dissipated into nothing, the fire became a cool place through the heart, the Xuanfeng disillusionment did not even have a shadow left, and in the blink of an eye, the demon sacrifice became the commander of the light pole.

The five characters of the mantra are the same and the same, just like a ruthless man with open breasts and exposed breasts, all of them flickering with foolish eyes falling on the face of the demon sacrifice.

"Hiss~~. ”

In an instant, the lonely king who was trapped in the lonely city was surrounded by Han Xian's five-way army.

The five characters of the mantra surrounded the demon festival like a marquee, and Han Xian couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy in his heart, the eldest master who judged the small people must not have imagined that there would be a day when he would be overthrown by the small people.

"Hmph~~. ”

Han Xian gasped for breath in his nose, and roared in his mouth: "Am I still guilty?"

The situation is unforgiving, in the face of the truth, looking around at him like a pack of wolves looking for the meat in the mouth, the once arrogant demon sacrifice actually chose to keep silent at this moment.

Could it be that he, who was swept away by the mantra of the word 'Mi' before, is already a strong outsider, and all the tricks of these judgments are false?

There is no doubt that his current situation and complexion are like this, but he still has a bit of backbone as a king, and he has not been scared to pee his pants in the face of the hoe of the peasant army.

He had nothing to say, but Han Xian really had something to say.

He wouldn't be so bored as to make up any accusations for the Demon Sacrifice, because he knew very well that his blood debt was already exhausted.

I can't finish talking about all the crimes for three days and three nights.

And the smart Han Xian chose to be smart to skip those boredoms, but the face still looked a little majestic.

"You are guilty, you deserve to die. ”

The Demon Sacrifice seemed to be really obeying the law and pleading guilty, but in the face of Han Xian's accusations, he still didn't refute it at all, and there was actually a little knowing smile on his face.

It's like a dying man who wants to leave his most beautiful colors to the world.

That's it, that's the end?

"Hmph~~. Han Xian snorted.

Victory seems to have come a little easier, but will this 'success' be a fluke?

It seems to be like this, because at the beginning, Han Xian always thought that he would be defeated, but who would have expected that the situation would be rising steadily, and a wave blocked the demon sacrifice in the corner.

And so it won.

It's good.

If Han Xian hesitated in the ink, it was cruel to himself, his hand was raised, the qi in his chest was gathered, and the word 'kill' echoed ten thousand times in his heart, and this one had a big mouth, but he wanted to shout it out powerfully.

"Hiss~. ”

"Huh!"

But Han Xian didn't seem to have this opportunity, just when the raised hand was about to fall, just when the word 'kill' was about to be spoken, and when the mantra hoe was about to shave the head of the demon sacrifice, a hint of playfulness actually flashed in his eyes.

Han Xian's heart tightened instantly, as if he understood something?

A pair of eyebrows and eyes were beating wildly, and the danger in his heart was a great omen, but the fierce fierceness was also flooding his face, and his heart must be roaring: 'If you want me to die, you must be buried first.' ’

"Kill~. ”

"You are guilty. ”

The word killing came from Han Xian's mouth, and the sound of 'you are guilty' of course came from the mouth of the demon sacrifice.

This killing word seems to just come out of Han Xian's mouth, except for disturbing the air around him, nothing else has changed, and the five words of the mantra are like stupid stupidity, they are like a mourning husband who is tempted by the king's golden jade orb and is full of ambition and hesitation.

Under Han Xian's shout of 'kill', he actually fell silent with just a slight tremble.

They are no longer looking around for wolves at the lower mouth, but like docile kittens, trembling, and even more scratching their heads at the king's demon sacrifice.

"Boom~~. ”

Han Xian's eyebrows were jumping, and his front was even more dazzling.

When did it appear?

When did it come?

Isn't it gone?

Han Xian's question in his heart and on his face was uncertain, and he had already got the answer in the smirking and smug face of the demon sacrifice, 'benevolence, righteousness, loyalty, filial piety' They have appeared a long time ago, they have never disappeared, they have already come to Han Xian's side.

One step ahead of Han Xian's peasant army who brandished this hoe and shouted victory.

But why is the face of the Demon Sacrifice bitter?

Of course this is pretending!

He was dark and bitter, of course, he wanted to see what kind of look Han Xian had when he fell from joy into the dust of sorrow.

"Haha~~. ”

The king, who had everything under control, had swept the clouds in his face, and the fickle man had lost even that smirk, and he let out a long laugh of pride in his mouth.

The Great Confucian poetry and legal code are in hand.

Han Xian's hand was weak when he raised his fingers, but the Demon Priest was so strong and powerful when he raised his white arm, and his fingers were pulling the mighty power of the vast sun to nail Han Xian's face.

He just laughed, he smiled and didn't say anything.

But in the midst of the silent disdain, Han first understood.

The Demon Priest was saying, 'You Han Xian are the real prisoners, and you can only prostrate at my feet forever and beg for mercy. ’

Either Caesar or nothing.

The rebels were defeated, and the leaders of the peasant army were surrounded by the regular regiments of the imperial court.

The coldness of the ice, the roar of the thunder, the ruthlessness of the fire, and the bitterness of the wind are all pointed out by the soldiers, they are the real wolves, they are the wolves raised by the demon sacrifice.

Looking around at Han Xian, Sen Sen's cold eyes were looking for the place where they fell, when they landed, they naturally did not have a piece of good meat, and compared to the mantra, it was like a dog cub that could never be fed, and he shook his head at others when he gave a few bones.

"Haha~~. ”

No, under the big bones of the Demon Sacrifice laughing, the mantra is actually fluttering.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. ”

Directly disillusioned into air.

The peasant army armed with hoes was actually destroyed in the laughter of the demon sacrifice, how ironic is this, can they be blamed for these?

Of course not.

Of course, the blame is that Han Xian's leadership has no way, and the blame is, of course, that it is only Han Xian's poor skills and means that make the innocent Buddhist mantra bear the infamy that it should not have.

This play is so unique.

It was so unique that Han Xian's teeth were clucking and aching, he thought he was a person watching the play, but in the end he found out that he had almost been stripped naked for others to see.

What's even more odious is that he is still as comfortable as a monkey, laughing and laughing.

"Fall~~. ”

The king is addicted to it, and the demon sacrifice is quite brave and domineering with a palm on his chest, and how can his canine teeth and claws do his best to please him.

The Ice Prism Token fell and shattered, and Dao Dao Ice directly turned into a prison to imprison Han Xian.

The emperor must have been afraid that Han Xian would escape from prison, and the word 'filial piety' Lei Ling was actually adding a layer of barriers to the outer prison, but the emperor was too suspicious, and the word 'loyalty' was fierce, and the word 'righteousness' was adding to the majesty of the prison.

Outside the bars, that man is so hateful.

Inside the bars, it's so cold.

Han Xian looked at the three outer layers of prison here, and his heart was very depressed.

But Han Xian's suffering has just begun, whether it is the demon sacrifice or the hypocrisy of the self-proclaimed Confucian emperor statue, it is destined not to make Han Xian feel better.

"Squeak~. ”

Han Xian's heart jumped, and the soles of his feet were cold, and his heart could beat wildly, but his legs and feet really couldn't move half a step, and the ice edges directly imprisoned his feet.

"Boom~~. ”

The heart is fried, the bones are transparent, and the flesh is painful.

The lightning flashed, and Han Xian, who was scorched black, was almost scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, and the Shen Ice that was fixed on his feet also dispersed at this moment, how could this body still have a foothold.

"Bang~. ”

The pain was so painful that Han Xian covered his entire face on the prison floor.

But soon I didn't know how much pain it was, my face was hot, and my already burnt skin was squeaking in oil.

But barbecue is indeed a human body.

At first glance, he thought about it, but he didn't need Han Xian to worry about it at all, a ghostly wind drifted by, Han Xian's bones gurgled softly, and his body was turned over like barbecue, roasting, roasting.

Fire and ice are hot and cold.

Wind and thunder.

The white of the ice edge, the light of the five thunders, the red of the fire, the black of the Xuanfeng, under the colorful spots, how can there be Han Xian's big flesh figure.

He was gone, and he was still there, but occasionally in the white, and in the dazzling, and indeed in the red, and in the end, he could only be charred in the black.

Dead?

Did Han Xian, who was so painful, die?

Whether it is flashing, or clear-eyed, or cheering, or coke, Han Xian is still alive, this is not because his vitality is tenacious, it is completely because he has not played enough in the demon sacrifice.

But over time, after not hearing Han Xian's screams for a long time, his interest began to decline, staring at the coke called Han Xian for a long time, and a trace of inexplicable sadness floated.

"Hey, that's the end of the fun, what a disappointment. ”

Xing Esau, the fangs that had been exposed so long ago were completely sharp, and the demon priest roared: "Come on, behead him." ”

Of course, there is no one person, but there is no shortage of pawns of the Demon Sacrifice, and the layers of prisons are his. ’

'Benevolence' and 'righteousness' set up Han Xian to stand left and right, 'filial piety' stretches his hair and shows his neck, 'loyalty' hangs high like a knife in the sky, it is cold in the sun, and Yiyang really becomes the vegetable field of the East Gate.

It becomes a dragon platform, and it becomes a severed head.