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The Demon Priest was seeing his own death, and looked at the specks of light flying out of Cong's body in astonishment, which seemed to be in a dream, and this was more like in someone else's dream.

Is the point of light that flies from the arm your own?

Definitely not.

This must not be true, how can I die, I am a demon sacrifice, I am a demon sacrifice composed of high virtue and resentment, how can I die, it must not be true.

What else is he thinking?

Can conscious existence represent life?

The demon sacrifice will be dead a long time ago, and only a decadent and arrogant demon like him will wishfully think that he is still alive, and the resentment is just a wandering without a door to heaven and no place to enter the earth.

He was already dead.

But at this moment, the demon sacrifice disagreed, and he didn't want to believe it, there was a trace of compassion flashing on the weird face, it was really a demon who was willing to hold any Buddha's feet when disaster came.

Do you still think that you are a Buddha?

Is it not enough to reproduce the serenity and tranquility of the supreme 'Buddha with hair' in the past with just a trace of compassion, although the faded face is still absolutely beautiful, but at this moment this trace of compassion is indeed too far-fetched, too sloppy, with deep fear written in his eyes, and his expression is even more smeared with this thick panic.

That hint of compassion only makes the irony more poignant.

"Ah~~~. ”

In the Buddha's dispersion, the demon priest roared and pushed the trace of kindness on his face into the specks of light that escaped from his body, and it really deserved to die.

The 'Buddha with Hair Stay' is dead, but the current demon sacrifice can't stop him from dying.

Is it just dead?

How can I be willing, the trapped beast is still fighting, and the dying will have to struggle, the Buddha's compassion is useless, but I am highly virtuous and good at reading the demon sacrifice, erudite and talented, only eight buckets, and often say benevolence, righteousness, loyalty and filial piety.

"Whew. ”

Smeared on the panicked face, in the calmness, in the calm before the collapse of Mount Tai, the foolish demon wanted to use the Haoyang righteousness of the Great Confucian to save the escape from death.

Did it work?

The words benevolence, righteousness, filial piety, and loyalty come from the mouth, but there is never a sound from the heart.

And at this moment, the mouth of the demon priest was messy, and the panic on his face was aggravated little by little because of the passage of light spots on his body, and the benevolence, righteousness, loyalty, and filial piety that came out of his mouth were all filled with five carts, all of them were like anxious lost dogs.

They fled, with the spots.

Not a word is willing to stay and preserve the body of the demon sacrifice.

The former Great Confucian now understands thoroughly that he is just an illiterate layman.

The trees fell, the birds and beasts were scattered, this was full of ruthlessness and righteousness, those eyes were open to all this, so cold, so cold that people shivered.

The panic that was intensifying finally broke the embankment, and it was a sublimated madness.

The demon sacrifice should be trembling in madness, and the intention is a little vague unconsciously, but the obsession in the heart is indeed tenacious from beginning to end.

He muttered, "Are you going to die like this?"

You're dying.

The panicked demon is unwilling, and the crazy demon is unwilling.

The demon sacrifice is unwilling, I still have my last breath, I still have the last fractal, I must have the last chance, I am meant to be crazy in madness.

What comes to mind, and what do you remember?

I used to point out the emperor of the country, my majesty and edge, all things are powder, this heart became the last straw.

The Demon Sacrifice suppressed the madness to the extreme, trying to keep the heart calm, in order to imitate the emperor who looked down on the world in his mind.

Majestic, ruthless, domineering.

Like, really like, it is not inconsistent at all, this look is as if he is a successful person who has ascended to the throne again, and the pride and heroism between his eyebrows make any secular emperor sigh to himself.

Wherever it is pointed, everything will turn into powder, and the six giant and short Shingon Buddhas will definitely not be able to hide from their fingers.

"Kneel down for me. ”

The voice is the ultimate masculine and upright, and the emperor is majestic, but what about the fingers of the demon sacrifice, doesn't he want to point the six Buddhas of the mantra into ashes with one finger?

Lift it up, is it still because of the disdainful eyes of everything?

Hand?

Hehe, what is that tightly attached to his body, that is the palm of the demon priest pointing the world, now it is not that he is tired of facing the beautiful country, but that he has no chance to point at all.

The Buddha light of the six-character mantra is the chain of the trapped dragon, that is, it firmly binds the demon sacrifice.

His hands couldn't play or dance with the panicked and crazy look on his face.

The emperor is empty.

The body that was almost fading into air was trembling slightly, how could the madness that was hot in the heart still be suppressed, and in an instant, the godless face rushed into the Yiyang No Return Huangquan Road.

But the madness of the demon sacrifice, which has seen the light of day, cannot be called madness.

Everything seems to have returned to its original form, with a cold poison on his face, and supreme hatred between his teeth, which has become the face of a terrible ghost.

This is 'evil.' ’

This is the 'evil' of the demon sacrifice nature to steal the high virtue and good thoughts of the living beings in the world. ’

It's been a long time, his nature has returned, he is quiet, his eyes are so cold that they are like a poisonous snake flowing with salivation, he stares at this Han Xian, that clear face, for him is the source of everything.

Panic, from him.

Madness comes from him.

Evil comes from him.

Everything about himself is due to him, in my heart it is a humble ant, such a great self actually died in the hands of a lowly ant.

How can this hatred not be monstrous.

Hate is monstrous, so how can you be willing, you can die, but you can't die in his hands.

"Ah~~. ”

The throat trembled, earth-shattering.

Han Xian's clear face couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and the demon sacrifice in his eyes, which had almost collapsed into a transparent one, could still burst out with dragon-like power.

"Bang~~. ”

What's ringing, what's trembling?

Han Xian was surprised, and the demon sacrifice was happy.

In the shock, the chain of Buddha light derived from the six Buddhas of the mantra actually trembled, and in the joy, the break of the Buddha's light was the hope of getting rid of the demon sacrifice.

Breaking one is the beginning, and breaking all six is the end.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. ”

He did it, it can still do it, the emperor is seeking restoration, Confucianism is seeking benevolence and righteousness, the Buddha is seeking the red world, and under the final struggle of the emperor and Confucianism, Confucianism and Buddha, he actually succeeded.

The Demon Sacrifice actually succeeded in breaking the six Buddha light chains bound to his body.

I can't believe it.

Han Xian's disbelief had just begun.

The demon priest couldn't help but break the shackles that bound his body, and even stopped those spots of light flying from his body against the sky, although he was faint at the moment, but at least as he thought.

Get out of trouble by yourself.

The devil is alive again.

When he is alive and well at this moment, a lonely shadow makes people almost think that it is a piece of air, but the demon who has almost become air does not think so, his eyes are arrogant, his expression is cold, and his snort is supreme majesty.

Does the Demon Sacrifice who broke through the shackles already think that he has the Dharma ability to break the Six Buddhas?

He thinks so much that he thinks.

The eyes fell on Han Xian's body, still staring at Han Xian's nothingness with empty nostrils, and said softly with irresistible and firm belief in his mouth: "It's time to end." ”

What does it end?

Ending Han Xian's life?

With this body, which has thinned into such a body, ask him where he got the courage.

But at this moment, Han Xian's eyes were indeed not half contemptuous, but there was a deep solemnity in his expression, which may be the need for caution, or it may be the respect for the dying demon.

Lifted.

The hands that the demon priest had wanted to raise for a long time finally raised at this moment, and the five fingers were half-grasped and stretched out in the air, as if they were godless kings.

The moment the hand was raised, the entire Yiyang City immediately sank into an eerie silence, and the little spots of light that originally flew away from the Demon Priest's body were actually frozen like air at this moment.

What's he doing?

He was taking back those things that didn't belong to him in the first place, and those raised hands were not to kill Han Xian, but sadly, just like those greedy souls of Yiyang, they all fell in a pool of blood, and they were still intoxicated and sparkling useless things in front of them, maybe in their hearts, that was the most perfect.

If you hold it in your arms and die, this life is perfect.

Therefore, in the lonely and mournful city of Yiyang, many people and too many people have drawn a crippled end in 'perfection'.

"Amitabha. ”

Han Xian seemed to see the sad greed of the world, his expression was full of sighs and sorrows, he chanted a Buddha name in his mouth, and sighed in his heart: "They should not have stopped the alarm, but they have a butcher's knife in their hands, and they have to get a pearl and jade here today, so he will definitely cause blood fainting tomorrow." ’

Buddha, Buddha.

Hate, hate.

If the 'Demon Knife' hadn't been concerned about Han Xian's life, I am afraid that he would have jumped out at this moment, and threw a slap to make Han Xian realize that he was Han Xian who was in the heat of Hongchen, not the novice monk who knocked on the wooden fish in front of the Buddha.

A broken soul, a broken resentment.

This is like a sharp knife, which unexpectedly pierces through the back of the heart of the demon sacrifice in the righteous light.

"Hum~~. ”

This Buddha horn was like a violent wind blowing on the flying sand, and the light spots that were originally static were immediately wrapped in rootless surges, and they surged.

The hope of the Demon Festival is over.

The light spots soared widely, and under the erosion of the wind sweep, the hand of the demon priest had not had time to reach it, and before the hand had time to fall, it had become truly transparent with the almost transparent body.

"Han Xian, we're not done~~. ”

Roaring, roaring, roaring.

The demons are gone, is the roar useful?

"Hehe, it's finally over. ”