As light as the wings of mosquitoes trembling, it is silent when it falls on people's hearts, but when it falls on Lin Lao'er, who is formed by resentment, it is as hot as thunder. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He heard it, and he and his descendants of the forest clan heard it.

Although this voice came from Han Xian's mouth, it fell in Lin Lao'er's ears, as if it was the answer of the sky, and it was the answer he got from asking the sky again and again.

"Ah~~~!"

Lin Lao'er complained more than once in his mouth, did he think of the resentment of turning himself into ashes with just one word?

It's really ridiculous, the simplicity of this 'hum' word is as simple as the demon sacrifice that devours the soul, how can the resentment be dispersed, it's not themselves who should be damned, but them.

The elder of the Lin clan was roaring, and his sharp fingers and claws were ringing.

But the word 'hum' that was spit out by Han Xian was not only an extraordinary sound, but also evolved into a real word at this moment.

It is both an explanation of heaven and a repression that heaven disdains to explain too much.

The word 'hum' mantra pressed towards the elders of the Lin clan minute by minute, and the claws of the elders of the Lin clan who wanted to assimilate Han Xian were the first to come into contact with this ruthless suppression.

"Hiss~~. ”

Accept death with a smile before death.

But the laughing death did remember the unwillingness when he woke up, and the resentment that did not go away was derived.

In the end, if you die, you still have to accept the bondage of the Heavenly Dao and wear it out.

The elders of the Lin clan seemed to be able to hear and feel that the claws were melting by the word 'hum', and the already resentful and distorted face was actually adding a bit of ruthlessness, but he still couldn't let it go, and he wouldn't be stupid enough to wait for this death to come again.

Without waiting for the body to melt after the claw died, the elder of the Lin clan didn't know which strength was left of the resentment, as if he was hitting his head against the sky, he slammed into the mantra of the word 'hum' very bravely.

Did it work?

Your head touches the ground, your head shatters, your head hits the sky, how can the sky give you this opportunity.

The elders of the Lin clan wanted to smash the unkind heaven, but it was not the void heaven that met him, but the mantra of the word 'hum' that was as thick as the earth.

How small people are, and how fragile their heads are.

As soon as the head of the elder of the Lin clan touched the word 'hum', he used himself to explain the word "small" to the end.

The word 'hum' is like heaven and earth, detaining people in it, and at this moment, under the oppression of heaven and earth, the elders of the Lin clan are unable to maintain their human form, and their grievances are on the verge of collapse.

Han is a living being, and only the living can get luck by luck, but the elders of the Lin clan and all the people of the Lin clan are supported by the life of the demons, so how can there be any luck at all.

Collapse is the only way for him.

"Boom~,. ”

Like the roar of the waves after the mountain is broken, under the mantra of the word 'hum', the elders of the Lin clan have become resentful flying shadows, but I don't know if Han Xian has been prepared for a long time, or if the mantra itself is magical and wonderful.

At the moment when the resentment shattered, the mantra immediately shone with a holy light, imprisoning all the grievances of the Lin clan.

The Lin clan was spared once, Han Xian's palm was slightly raised, and he made a slight gesture towards the mantra word, and the word 'hum' dispersed the light by itself and shrunk into the palm of his hand.

How can the mantra that has been stained with resentment still be holy, the blackness on it is like being reborn and demons, and even Han Xian's eyes trembled lightly at it, and the slightest noise rushed to his heart.

How can I not be shocked, my head shook wildly, and with the fierce force in my hand, I actually directly pinched the mantra of the word 'hum' that was resentful.

Is it really just shattered into nothingness?

How can the unresolved grievances be so simple, how can the mantra be so fragile, the Lin clan is just banned, Han Xian has not yet been able to wipe them out, and from his face with a little grudge, he can also get a glimpse of suspicion.

There is nothing here that can purify this 'unkind grievance of asking the heavens,' and only the Yin Gu in front of Han Xian's heart can temporarily carry it, so that it can be resolved together when it reaches the source of Qishui.

"Hehe~~. ”

Thinking of that place, Han Xian couldn't help but have a bleak smile on his face, and he had to go to that place he was destined to go.

And at this moment, Han Xian's eyes couldn't help but fall on the face of a Zen monk, and he should have understood in his heart that if there was no other help, he might become a part of the resentment, and he couldn't help but thank him softly: "Thank you master for saving me." ”

"Amitabha. ”

A Zen monk chanted a Buddha horn in his mouth, shook his head slightly, and whispered: "I can't thank the old man, it's the donor's own Buddha fate." ”

"Hehe~. ”

This was really the modesty that made the corners of Han Xian's mouth twitch, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart: 'The Buddha is fateful, God knows if it is a good result or a bad cause?'

I don't know, how can Han Xian figure it out.

His gaze has been lifted from the face of a Zen monk, and the Lin clan is forbidden to seal and Yin Gu, so can this Yiyang City become a Qingming world that is bright and clear?

How could it be so simple.

Maybe Han Xian had already thought that with the beginning of the Lin Clan, there would definitely be the appearance of the Qin Mu Clan, and at this moment, he seemed to be eager to see them.

"Hum~~. ”

The air trembled slightly, and the left hand of the control sun front came out, and those godless grievances were summoned again, from the restraint of the sun front, and from the call of the same clan.

This time, Han Xian's eyes widened, and sure enough, a figure in the black whirlwind pulled by Ri Feng was slowly blurring to show his tracks, and his face was not an old face, but a middle-aged appearance, but not Qin Muhai's.

"Who is he?"

Of course, Han Xian was asking, and his heart was still saying, 'This person seems to have seen it somewhere,' but this time his heart was really muttering, 'Have you really seen this person in Yiyang City?'

No, for him Han Xian, he can say for sure that he has not seen it.

Although the faces of the people who fought with Angkor that day were already blurred in their hearts, they would definitely be able to recognize them as long as their faces appeared in front of them again.

It was all some old men, how to come to middle-aged men.

But under Han Xian's careful look again and again, he was indeed puzzled in his heart: "Why is this person so similar to the old man surnamed Bai between his eyebrows?"

Suddenly, his eyes seemed to be enlightened, and he couldn't help whispering: "Could it be the prime of your old man's white man." ”

Although this middle-aged man is also surnamed Bai, and his body is composed of the grievances of the Bai clan, when the grievances of the surname Bai are indeed not the old man Bai, he should be the patriarch of the contemporary Bai clan.

"Giggle~~. ”

In the midst of the darkness, Patriarch Bai's teeth suddenly floated, and a pair of eyes actually showed a bit of infatuation with the past, what was he thinking?

This is not like an attachment to life, let alone a lament for the glory of the family, it is a thief's immortality to the things in his arms.

This does not seem to be because of resentment, but from the scorching heat of the 'demon sacrifice', in the eyes of the Bai patriarch, what heaven and earth parents, what monarchs and teachers, that is all bullshit, as long as the demon sacrifice is needed, what is the point of offering this grudge.

Unexpectedly, the brainless Bai patriarch was still immersed in a fascination after death.

He was the residue thrown down by the 'Demon Sacrifice', he thought he had nothing to contribute, and those infatuated eyes seemed to be very pitiful, which made people can't help but have a trace of sympathy.

"Hey~. ”

How could Han Xian, who had nothing to do, know the pain of Patriarch Bai, and this light sigh was very likely to pull the form of this resentment into the same obsession.

But it soon surprised Han Xian's sigh.

"Tuk~~. ”

A soft sound made Han Xian's face suddenly startled, and in his eyes, he was shocked to find that another body actually appeared next to the resentful figure of the Bai Patriarch.

Although this shadow is very vague, Han Xian can clearly know who that person is?

There was already an exclamation in his mouth: "Old man Bai!"

In his heart, he was already asking in a low voice: "Could it be that the resentment of the Bai clan cannot be constructed?"

Why not?

Han Xian really couldn't think of any reason to refute, at this moment he was already Ming in his heart, why did this middle-aged man make himself feel so similar to Old Man Bai, it turned out that they were bloodline father and son, and they couldn't help but feel a little bitter on their faces, one of them was difficult, and the two of them were probably tortured.

But as soon as I thought about the word 'hum' mantra, I was suddenly proud, and I was scared to sweep away, Lin Lao'er was accepted by the word 'hum', and didn't the two embodied bodies in front of him come to their hands?

But it seems that all this just needs to be watched by Han Xian.

Just when Bai Lao'er's figure was still in the blur, the patriarch Bai actually burst into trouble, and his claws, legs and feet all beckoned to his father's body.

'Whew~. ’

'Whew~~. ’

Will it hurt if the claws of resentment pierce through the flesh and blood of resentment?

At least in Han Xian's opinion, it must be unforgettable, for his father, every punch and kick is from his own son.

Even if it was a godless grievance, the white old man's blurred face showed a bleak pain.

Ask Cangtian, why is the son he has worked so hard to raise so unfilial, haven't I taught him benevolence, righteousness and filial piety, haven't I told him the story of lying sick and begging for carp?

Maybe I really haven't talked about it, let alone taught it.

But as a father, how I treat my son, the sky can learn from it, and everything comes first to him, but in the end, it is indeed blood and bones: "I am in pain." ”

I hate, I resent.

I hate the injustice of the sky, and I complain that I raise this white child.

"Punish him, punish him, punish him!. ”

In the end, it is still the father, shouting and scolding, shouting and beating in the center of his mouth, shouting punishment, but he will never shout to kill, but as the son of the Bai patriarch, it is indeed different, from the claws to the legs and feet, the tricks pierce the heart and the abdomen, and they all want to let the old man Bai's resentment die once.

Although Old Man Bai's body was still in a blur, Han Xian seemed to hear the meaning from the slightly open mouth, and the anger in his heart had been filled, and he roared: "Why are you staying in the world like this, you should have died a long time ago." ”

"Kill him, kill him, kill him!"