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Villain.

Isn't it true that there have been since ancient times?

It may be that in the eyes of the devil, those good people who shine are absolutely damned, because they hinder their own pleasure and revenge.

The same.

Those demons who go their own way, happy and don't care about the life or death of others, in the eyes of all good people, they are absolutely damned.

So is there still room for them to survive in the middle?

Riding the wall?

There must be, in the great history, they are often the most miserable one, the devil does not love, and the people who hate and are ambiguous are the most terrible.

So they became the enemy of all.

So they are the most miserable one.

So what now?

We?

What about Han Xian?

Am I a good person?

When the mind thinks like this, when I ask like this, my heart is already wondering if I am a bad person, surely, I don't dare.

Since it's a question, it's the same suspicion, and I'm afraid I'm not a bad person.

"Hehe~~. ”

The laughter is scarce and so dull.

The roar of the demon knife in its ears continued to roar, it seemed to be resentful, and its resentment seemed to be mixed with a trace of timidity, whether it was afraid that it would not succeed in stealing, or it was afraid that Han Xian would repeat the fall of the monk.

Is it possible?

For the Demon Knife, its survival is absolutely long.

Han Xian died, it may have a few moments of unhappiness, but it is certain that it will not cry, so what is the purpose of the slightest timidity at this moment?

I'm a demon.

Great demons certainly have great pride.

How can such great arrogance be defiled by the hypocritical Buddha, how can you not be afraid of him, and of course you need to be afraid of it.

"Han Xian, you are bringing about your own destruction. ”

Cutting sound, demon knife calendar.

It's not happy, it's not happy.

The same Buddha who thinks he is absolutely holy, and Han Xian is also cold, since ancient times, there is a saying of 'put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha', so who in the world has heard of it, holding the butcher's knife, while chanting the Buddha and saying that my heart is pious, and that I am a holy Buddha?

Wine and meat passed through the intestines, and the Buddha sat in his heart.

OK.

But the holy bodhisattva must not need it, chanting the Buddha in his mouth, killing in his hands, swaying from side to side fake monks, real butchers, this is a disciple of the market.

They don't like it.

If such beings want them to like it, it is absolutely impossible.

"Amitabha~~. ”

The Cuiying Bodhi Leaf Buddha was lightly transmitted, and the slightest sad sigh in it was like a pity for Han Xian's sinking of his thoughts, and it was like giving up on Han Xian.

"Hehe~~!"

Listen to the Buddha's horn and listen to the calendar.

A gentle smile slowly flowed across Han Xian's face, and he whispered softly in his mouth: "This is my world, you are safe when you come, restless, hehe, then you have to lie on my stomach for me." ”

"Whew~~. ”

After the sound stopped, there was a sudden abnormal sound.

The demon knife took advantage of the sound to hide directly, and the same is true of the big Buddha sitting high in the Bodhi leaf.

Undoubtedly, they are arrogant and not the same, they don't want their Dao system to be stained with dirt, to be clothed with things they don't like, and their eyes don't want to see, because they know that this is something they can't stop.

"Hum~~. ”

At the moment when the demon knife escaped.

At the moment when the Bodhi leaf disappears.

The blood in the blood and rivers rushed into the star map like a monstrous river, and immediately the blood waves saw the sky and the sea surging.

The blood turned very red.

It's a beautiful color.

"Haha~~. ”

Han Xian laughed like crazy, and said, "Although you are beautiful, you don't belong to me, so what's the use of me asking for your beauty." ”

Truth.

On my body, the parasite is beautiful, and it is also a parasite.

Strangled it while it was small, before it was capable of killing itself.

Pinch?

Such a huge sea, if you want to pinch, you have to choke it.

"Ju~~!!"

The roar in Han Xian's mouth, the voice in Han Xian's mouth, in the midst of this roar, the sea of blood in front of him suddenly sudden, and the world was quiet in an instant.

But when the wind is quiet, it is more like lurking a terrible storm.

"Heh~~. ”

His eyes swept over the calm of the sea of blood, and he sneered: "You still lie on your stomach." ”

"Hum~~. ”

Lying on his stomach, how is it possible, the trapped beast is still fighting, not to mention the arrogant and domineering demon, just when Han Xian's sarcasm came out, the sea of blood in front of him suddenly shook.

But it's just 'one. ’

It's over.

It's the struggle of the 'one'.

The trapped beast is still fighting.

This is locked in a cage, you roar slowly, you fight slowly.

The sea of blood in front of him is rising, and it is the essence of it that is rising into a mist, but this ascension is not an escape, it is they converging, converging towards a pole.

For the devil.

They are domineering, they are vicious.

It's very simple to deal with this, you just have to be more domineering than them, and in this place, this place called the Star Atlas, ask who can be mader than yourself.

What about the Buddha?

Does domineering work?

Does hubris work?

This is the cultivation of the mind, the cultivation of the domineering mind, I am afraid it is impossible to condense the Buddha's mind.

"We are destined. ”

Han Xian's mouth read lightly, this was not the first thing he said, this was just repeating the Zen words of a Zen monk.

Destined people.

There are people in front of the Buddha.

Han Xian really had a fate with the Buddha, and when he whispered in his mouth, his originally resolute face was dyed with silk and color.

"Pound~. ”

"Pound~~. ”

"Pound~~~. ”

The sound of a heartbeat.

I am not a fool, with my own face now, it is undoubtedly wishful thinking to become a Buddha, if becoming a Buddha is so simple, then you can see it everywhere in the world, and the streets are full of lotus tongues.

Heart.

There used to be traces of holiness.

It's just that by its own choice, it cracked again.

But there is a way.

If there is a silhouette.

Building a former city on the ruins of the past is much simpler, I don't want to be more fancy than it used to be, I just want it to be no worse than before.

"Amitabha~~. ”

In the midst of the peace of his heart, he recited the Buddha's name in his mouth.

Sure enough, it leads to the doorway, and it is really a familiar road.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, at the position of the heart, a ball of light and light beat like a heart, slowly flowing out, leaping in, and falling under the Dao tree.

Landing knot nasturtium.

The withered Dao tree is like an old tree in spring, and it actually jumps up the movement of the Buddha's light, which has the meaning of sublimating into a Bodhi tree.

"Amitabha~~!"

It's no longer the voice of your own mouth.

Dao tree to do Bodhi.

Under the tree, in the haze of the Buddha's light, the color of holiness appears and disappears from time to time, in the blur, he is so quiet, and in the psychedelia, he is so peaceful.

Here's how it is.

Serene.

Holy.

This is the ground under the tree, and in the air in front of you, it is much more lively.

The once huge sea of blood is now light and pale, this is the result of the blood essence that belongs to it being fished out, and a round blood bead that is extremely thick and extremely fishy in the air trembles and stands.

"Hum~~. ”

Blood-colored eyes, blood-studded eyes.

In this squint, I did see a figure slowly taking shape from it, red hair like a surge, bloody, a pair of eyes like a bright star, which is breathtaking, this blur makes too many people timid, this is like a god heroic, and like a demon arrogant.

But his expression is more like the only emperor in heaven and earth, from ancient times to the present.

Sole.

Once, now, future.

I am the only emperor.

This face is no stranger to him, he is the mirror of his own magic, and every look of his face is very affectionate and very hard to say to himself that your future is so beautiful.

It's like a mirror, reflecting the glory of the future, and the shadow of the future.

Future?

Just think about it slowly.

Let's take care of the present.

At the moment when the arrogant guy took shape, the pale sea water under his feet was directly evaporated into nothingness, and there was nothing left, and even the air was wiped out by the Emperor of the Ages before it could be transformed.

"Haha~~. ”

Looking at the ten directions, it is impossible to live forever.

"Amitabha~~~. ”

Compassionate, peaceful, quiet.

Piercing heart, such a murmur is in the ears of this arrogant emperor, how can it make him painful, and when he stares, the monstrous anger immediately bounces on the old enemy in fate.

Afraid of you?

It's not afraid at all.

At the moment when the demon's eyes were fixed on the Dao Tree, the psychedelic confusion in it had dissipated cleanly, and the Holy Buddha in it was manifested.

He stood.

Pastel side.

chuckling.

So quiet.

Under this quiet background, the big Buddha standing here is much more real and great than too many sitting tall, and in the same way, his face is also his own trace.

Demon.

I'm Han first.

Buddha.

I'm Han first.

It's like your future.

If you can really have them, then your life is not a blessing.

What if?

If this is caught between them, they are convinced that this is almost impossible, whether it is a demon or a Buddha in front of them, they are absolute.

It is the two respects, the first in the world.

It's absolutely fantastic.

This fantasy is too much like a falsehood.

The road to achieve them is too long, and the road is too difficult.

I'm lazy.

I'm too lazy to go.

"Hehe~~. ”

Among them, a smile appeared on Han Xian's face again, and he said, "You've had enough, you should have seen enough, it's time to get down to business." ”

"Hmph~~. ”

"Hmph~~. ”

It's the same voice of the two voices.

It is the breath of the devil and the sigh of the Buddha.

They were obviously very unhappy, his face was hideous and domineering, his face was full of slaughter, they decided to join forces, and they faintly joined forces to resist.

They're the best in the world.

It's the first in the world.

In this place, I am the first in the world, and I Han Xian is the real first in the world, it is a strong dragon, you are coiled, you are the head snake of the ground, and you have to lie on your stomach.

"You can't make it. ”

You can talk, but I don't like to hear it in my face, and naturally I won't pay attention to it.

In the midst of the sigh of the Buddha and the howl of the demon, the coldness of his face is fully revealed, and his mind is free, everything here is his own, so everything must be controlled by himself.

"Hum~~. ”

The devil is crazy, and the Buddha is in chaos.

They were close together, blood mixed with the holy light of the Buddha, and the strangeness of their faces revealed a trace of serenity, which were the two extreme colors of the two of them.

But now, under their own madness, they are indeed all stuffed into one face.

This is a forcible blend.

Carrying the next?

Can it be done?

"Boom~~. ”

The facts have proved all the wishful thinking, just in Han Xian's forcible struggle, just in the fact that he thought there was still hope, his pale face turned very pale in an instant.

In front of me, it used to be so lively, and suddenly it was quiet.

They calmed down.

It's that they're separated.

The devil is still the devil, the Buddha is still the Buddha.

Under the torture, the demon is haggard, the Buddha is withered, they are in the same body, sharing honor and disgrace, Han Xian is uncomfortable, how can they be spared.

"Hehe, I said no. ”

Mock, devil mock.

"Don't force it, let's put it down. ”

Comfort, Buddha persuasion.

Although the voices are different, they mean the same thing, which is to say, this is impossible to succeed at all, you better give up and let go.

"Hahaha~~~. ”

The abrupt Han Xian laughed loudly, his face was full of madness, and he said, "You better lie down." ”

"Hum~~. ”

The demon is the same as the Buddha, and he was suddenly shocked.

In their horror, the Taiji diagram on his body jumped out, dragging them, pulling them, and spinning endlessly.

Taiji diagram at the foot.

It's yourself.

One yin and one yang, this is the devil and the Buddha, you can't blend now, one day, when you have a while, you will merge.

Now, all of you, lie down at your feet.

Knot Tai Chi, mellow, auspicious, scorching heat, under the madness of breakthrough, yin and yang, torture, it is actually the five realms of Tao condensing immortals, this should be proud, or should it be proud?

I Han Xian is unparalleled in the world, there is only one.