Wait, wait, wait. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The demon Han Xian's knife waited for a long time, and waited for a long time

This world is full of human spirits, even those 'loyal' knives that look like dead things, but are dead things themselves, and the 'righteous' slaves have all become human beings.

The demon priests of Heitian, the emperor, and the eldest lord shouted 'fall,' and even shouted 'slash,' but now Han Xian is still alive.

It's not very good, but at least it's alive.

Do these evil slaves who flaunt loyalty also have different intentions, and they can't make this great master, thinking of this, the face of the demon sacrifice can't help but be a little suspicious.

But after thinking about it, he was instantly relieved, how could they be shrewd, and Han Xian, who was ambitious and rebellious, was already prostrate in front of the killing place like a prisoner, and he had no power to rebound.

That is, there is no temptation to guide, so how can these spirits let Han Xian have a way out.

The reason why the loyal sword has not fallen, and the reason why Han Xian has not been beheaded until now, is completely because these loyal, righteous, benevolent and filial piety are flattering themselves, and they know that their master has not played enough.

Either Caesar or nothing.

How wronged Han Xian is today, he died in the hands of such a self-entertaining and arrogant fake Confucian, who is full of benevolence and morality all day long, if he would die like this.

Blood will definitely splash the innocent world of Yiyang, and the sky will be sad and snowy in winter.

Wrong!

Hate!

But it is still a king and a loser, and the successful ones have the means to write the past grievances into their own righteous and righteous flaunting annals.

"Hehe~~. ”

The Demon Priest smiled, after playing for so long, and thinking for those loyal slaves for so long, it was also a little boring, but it was really not easy for him to come up with so much joy with just one head.

In the heart of the demon sacrifice, Han Xian must have shouted injustice and hatred.

Could it be that Han Xian, who was covered in charcoal all over his body at this moment, and had become a remnant of a black ghost, really cried bitterly and shouted injustice as he thought?

Of course, this is a demon who is about to go crazy, doing delusions that are already crazy.

In Han Xian's heart, he shouted hatred, but he never shouted injustice, and even at this moment, he still never gave up hope.

Because I'm still alive.

The blood is almost coagulated under the painful torment, but the coagulated veins are not dead like mush, and when anger is circulating, it is angry hatred.

This hatred does not come from the heart, but is derived and gathered in the flesh and blood of the Tao and pain.

They traveled through the bloodlines, twisting and turning, until they came to the place where the end of the blood was the beginning of the blood, and they saved the place.

The heart, precisely because of the hatred that comes from the flesh and blood, still has a beating image.

And Han Xian's brain and mind heart were not completely turned into the darkness because of the monstrous hatred after being played, although his body was scorched and his eyes were black, Han Xian could clearly perceive the coldness in his neck.

I clearly knew in my heart that the cold word 'loyalty' was about to fall.

Death like this, of course, is still hate, but even if it is hatred, it really can't change anything, at most it is as the demon priest thinks in his heart.

When the knife fell, blood splattered seven feet, polluting this blue and white world, as for the scorching sun and heavy snow?

As a heaven with eyes and no beads, he will not waste tears for Han Xian's life.

One of them has almost been played to death, and even if the Demon Sacrifice is still unfinished, it's almost time to stop.

"Hey~~. ”

The Demon Priest's gaze glanced at Han Xian's scorched blackness, and then he turned around and landed on the huge ice edge of the Dusty Divine Monk, and whispered with a light smile in his mouth, "Hehe, the next one will be you." ”

It's such a big play, what a big thief.

Isn't the demon priest afraid that the monk will wake up in his play with fire, stimulate his great freedom, and make him self-immolate and subjugate the law with one move?

"Huh. ”

His sneering face, of course, was saying that he was afraid, but he knew that such a compassionate monk was best bullied, as long as Han Xian in front of him was killed, then this Taoist monk would definitely fall into self-blame again.

At that time, he is using this as a breakthrough, doesn't he want to let him die, how he has to die!

"Haha~~. ”

Thinking of the wonders, the Demon Priest couldn't help but laugh out loud, and since he had found a new Fun Continent, the incomplete ones should be discarded.

The eyes are cold and majestic.

This may be the last time that the demon sacrifice king full of poems and books will ascend to the court, how can he not make enough of his momentum, how can he not show off his majesty.

The eyes narrowed slightly, and what swept on Han Xian's body was not the gaze of the eyes, but the breath of the black hole-like nostrils, and the most proud thing about such a great emperor was, of course, to look at people with his nostrils.

"Kill!"

How light it was when it came out of his mouth, so light that it was as light as nothing.

But this is the holy decree from the emperor's mouth, the heaven and earth are full of luck, and after tossing and turning in the air, it is gradually sounding, and the distance should be far enough, after all, there is a long distance from the high temple court hall to the east gate vegetable market.

Killing sound like thunder.

This should have come out after a thousand calls, and the evil servants, who were loyal and righteous, and filial piety, did not know how long they had been waiting for the holy decree, and the king's decree was finally issued.

The word 'loyalty' was heard by the sword, so the faithful one dropped the sword it held high.

This sound, the charred Han Xian also heard it, and the hatred in his heart was ignited instantly, but it really couldn't burn through the charred body.

Accept the maximum numbness in numbness.

This sound, has the monk who is sealed in the ice edge ever heard?

His eyes seem to be as sad as ever, there are too many colors hidden in them, for the past, for the past, but if the monk is not awake at this moment, I am afraid that this sad color should add to the regret of today and today's events.

His eyes are always open.

Those eyes had been seeing from beginning to end, and he could see the tiny cracks in the ice edges of the dust himself, and at that time, Han Xian realized the word 'Mi' from them.

Han Xian said that this crack was the urgency of the Demon Sacrifice to reach it quickly.

And now, in the eyes of the monks, this is anxious at the same time, and at the same time, they see the joy of the demon in the crack, because under the layers of pride of the demon sacrifice, this crack is no longer small.

The wisps are like the blood in the human body.

People are more solidified because they are involved in blood, but it will be tragic if there is a 'bloodline' in the ice.

"Boom~~. ”

This sound did not have the blessing of Tianwei's blessing, but when it came out, it did overshadow all the sounds, blowing up the demon's eyes, blowing up the demon's face, and blowing up the demon's body.

The panic of the demon sacrifice is like hearing that the rebels have attacked the emperor in front of the palace, and he fell directly from the dragon chair, if there was a table in the sky, with his pale face of timidity, he would definitely get under the table and tremble.

This is when the emperor's dream is broken and the farce wakes up.

The eyes of the demon priest were convex and violent, watching the ice on the body of the monk turn into ashes directly, all of this in an instant, the changes here have been turned upside down, and the loyal sword over there has indeed only descended a short distance.

Han Xian's head is still there, and he is still alive.

Hate!

The demon sacrifice is hating, hating that the gravity of the center of the earth is too weak, and the knife is still crawling slowly after delaying travel for so long, and it doesn't matter anymore.

The trembling person has long stopped talking about the imperial state, and as soon as his eyes were fixed, he glanced at the word 'loyalty' Heavenly Knife, wishful thinking was good, and he knew that 'as soon as Han Xian died, this great monk was not a meat to be slaughtered by himself.' ’

That's exactly what happened.

But he is not the only one who knows the facts, and the monks also know themselves.

"Huh. ”

"Purify the obscurations of knowledge and destroy all disturbing minds. ”

This sound should be a quick whip thousands of miles away shouting, 'Leave people under the knife,' on the punishment ground, I don't know how many lives have been saved.

Today's Han Xian is also fortunate to be here.

This sound is like the holy word of the will of heaven and earth, much greater than the holy decree of the demon sacrifice, the loyal sword is already sluggish when he hears the sound, and even the benevolence and righteousness that hold Han Xian and the filial piety that are involved have been solidified by this sound.

At this moment, the Demon Priest's eyes were almost split, but even if his gaze was really split, the knife would not fall.

At that time, he must have thought that the slave who carved the word "loyalty" on his head would rebel.

He is the emperor who created 'benevolence, righteousness, filial piety, and loyalty', and his words are the true holy decree, but some people did falsely preach the will and rebelled against his loyal subordinates.

"Hmph~~. ”

When he came to his senses, he was angry when he found that the emperor had lost all the country, his face was completely pale, and a pair of eyes swept on the face of the monk like a god.

He finally woke up, a Zen monk was his great enemy, as for Han Xian, in his opinion, just a sneeze could make him destroy the small character, gurgling teeth, in order to prepare for a mortal battle with the monk and the monk.

The war is raging here, and there is some silence over there.

Benevolence, righteousness, loyalty, and filial piety are stupid, and Han Xian, who is scorched and blackened, is no different from being stupid, how can he still move when he is injured, but fortunately, that heart is still alive.

At this moment, the heart that was originally maintained by hatred is still beating for hatred?

When a person can live, he has already completed his mission and dispersed.

Of course, the dark heart is lonely and cold, but in this lonely coldness, there is indeed a soft candlelight flickering, which is lit by the great monk, and Han Xian's remnant soul is trembling in front of this candlelight and praying for temperature.

Pale face, muttering from his mouth: 'Purify the obscurations of knowledge, destroy all disturbing minds.' ’

Is it pure?

This body is the pain left after the thunder and thunder, and it is the sad cold all over the body.

How can a person who is cold with pain destroy the disturbing mind that is derived from cold and pain?

In this faint beating candlelight, Han Xian looked at it stupidly, his face seemed to appear in the middle of the faint yellow flame, and he seemed to be telling himself about the pain and coldness of this body.

Pain came from his mouth.

The cold also came from his mouth.

"Hehe, it turns out that the troubles are coming from here. ”

Han Xian smiled, his trembling hands, and the trembling candlelight went out.