"Whew!"

The wolf barking is more like a dog barking, and as soon as the spring breeze smug demon knife pierced Han Xian's body, he knew what regret was, this must be incomprehensible, why a person who was not damaged in the slightest bit of his body would have no soul. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"A dead man!"

The demon knife with a somewhat vague consciousness really doesn't have the courage to find another body, but now it's a dead man, and the knife body is shocked with hatred: "Which little ghost dares to rob my things." ”

It was too easy to probe the direction of Han Xian's soul.

Isn't he the one who is hurrying in the clouds and fog, the demon knife showed a smug smile, and he still wants to die, but it depends on whether I agree or not.

A Zen god has worked hard for so long without success, does the demon knife think he can do it?

This is not that the Dharma of a Zen monk is not advanced enough, but Han Xian's own reasons, a person who thinks he is dead, who can save him.

That soul was not detained and dragged into Huangquan by others, but Han Xian himself wanted to plunge into it.

For people with such thoughts, it is useless to let a Zen monk and monk have a high level of Buddhism, and the truth of the Sanskrit sound in the sky cannot enter Han Xian's ears, isn't that a vain ride?

So there is only one empty sigh of the Zen monk!

The demon knife is not a Zen monk, he doesn't have so much truth, so he doesn't care about the general trend and goes with the flow, for him, he is the general trend, and it is natural.

Han Xian's soul wants to go home, even if he really arrives at the door, he has to come back to himself before he enters the door, because he can't sleep on the body of a dead man, and the dead can't absorb any life in this world, and this is a nightmare for himself.

Did Han Xian's soul really fly to Yunjiaao as he thought?

All of this was what he thought about too much, the last vestige of a broken heart, and the crazy longing of his brain prompted by the imposition of the Dharma by a Zen monk.

For such a mind, the Dharma is completely out of order.

And the demon knife has its own tricks, when it sits in the heart, the blade trembles, a blood-colored light overflows with difficulty, and the blade immediately dimmed and fell into a deep sleep.

Scarlet Guanghua glanced at it resentfully, and scolded secretly: "The great demon would actually do such a good thing." ”

If you do a good deed, you don't have to be a good person, breaking Han Xian's chaotic thoughts, the anger in his eyes is even stronger, scolding Han Xian feels like he has no temper, this can only be hating himself, being blind, and throwing the wrong child, now that I think about it, maybe it's quite compatible with that girl's eight characters.

In the blood-colored brilliance, a majestic man slowly appeared, his style was no different from the demon knife that had been condensed before, this was of course just the blind worship of the demon knife to the previous master.

What the hell is this place, the eyes of the 'demon' are full of resentment: "There are poor mountains and bad waters everywhere. ”

And in Han Xian's eyes, what is the difference between this place and heaven, familiar people, familiar world, and for the 'demons' who have lived for too long, these are just ordinary people, and what is there to remember.

In the eyes of the 'demon', how can a man cry, not to mention crying like mud, no wonder Han Xian's ears are dull, they have been filled with the cry of Yunjiaao, how can he still stuff the Buddha sound of the next Zen monk.

For this kind of dead person, the method of 'demon' is much simpler.

And it's so simple that it's a little unbearable.

"Bang" The thick thighs kicked the half-kneeling Han Xian to eat, no matter whether Han Xian was stunned or stunned, and regardless of the shouts in Han Xian's head that should not have appeared, he grabbed Han Xian in the mud and threw it down.

"Smack. ”

"Smack, smack~~"

Pumping on the soul's face, Han Xian's body couldn't feel it, but the soul hadn't really dispersed, how could he pretend to be dead, but at this time, Han Xian had been blinded by the 'demon'.

What is the difference between the stunned eyes and dementia, the 'demon' at this moment is the real crying, I am really blind to the dog's eyes, if I let myself choose that woman's eight characters now, it is absolutely appropriate.

But helplessly, his eyes have been blinded and he can't find his way back.

The hand threw Han Xian upwards violently, and those familiar scenes disappeared strangely, but Han Xian had not recovered from the shock, and the pain of being thrown away ushered in the addition of legs and feet.

The demon knife is really angry, so the intention of venting anger on the hands and feet is too obvious.

Hu appeared behind Han Xian, and his feet were already raised, and he kicked down according to Han Xian's waist, and said hatefully: "I didn't let you die, just let me stay honestly and peacefully." ”

'Bang!'

Han Xian's eyes were wide open, not because he wanted to see the distant scenery clearly, but because of the severe pain, Han Xian couldn't close his eyes.

Did those open eyes see the countless familiar scenes that were once regressing?

But I saw the familiar figure walking in the mountains, and these were only brief appearances, replaced by the gray mist.

Finally stopped.

And those gray mist finally washed away Han Xian's dementia, this is the familiar place, Han Xian smiled lightly, but the smile quickly froze.

The corners of his mouth twitched: "What is this, why haven't I seen it before." ”

The hand involuntarily touched the demon knife, how could such a great thing be defiled by such a humble person as Han Xian, how could the 'demon' agree.

The angry voice resounded throughout the spirit world: "Stop!"

Han Xian's pupils froze, whose voice was this, and his eyes swept around, and sure enough, there was a living person in his world.

The demon's face was full of sarcasm and anger, and he said in a low voice: "You just honestly find a corner to stay, and other things have nothing to do with you." ”

In his own place, let himself find a corner to stay, will Han Xian agree?

Even if you are angry, a sneer appeared on the corner of Han Xian's mouth, and his hand continued to grab towards the demon knife, obviously not taking the words of the 'demon' seriously.

However, with your Han Xian's strength, can you pick him up?

Grabbing the blade of the knife in his hand, a feeling of desolation went straight into his mind, it must be the words of the 'demon' that aroused Han Xian's arrogance, even if the desolation was torturing his brain, Han Xian did not let go.

But just by virtue of this, it really couldn't help Han Xian, because the knife was not picked up by hand, let alone thrown into the corner as his mind thought.

The 'demon' looked at Han Xian's blushing face coldly, and the anger on his face did not make him rush up and kick Han Xian away, let alone let him pick up his pride.

The demon didn't do anything, it was because he was confident.

Helplessly, Han Xian stood up slightly, stared at the 'demon' with a hostile face, and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

Han Xian's smile was cold, and the demon's smile was even colder, if it continued to be so cold, then they were ready to stand stupidly, the demon who was too sleepy couldn't do such persistence, and said hatefully: "You don't care who I am, just just don't exist when we don't exist." ”

Han Xian is not a fool, such a boss is a thing, can he not exist?

sneered and said, "I don't care who you are, please take your things and leave." The tone was unusually resolute.

At this moment, the demon face is still angry, thinking that when others begged him to stay in other people's world, he chose others, and no one has ever driven him, and the stupid boy in front of him still saved him by himself, otherwise he would have died by now, but the 'demon' is also strange, how can the person who was crying and crying just now be so tenacious now.

For such a stupid hat, the 'demon' was in no mood to argue, let alone the spirit to argue, his footsteps were raised gently, and he walked towards Han Han step by step.

It's really not a good thing, it's all revealed!

How could Han Xian be afraid of the 'demon', his fists were tightly clenched, and he walked towards the demon step by step with great momentum, and like a 'demon', he stared at each other fiercely, and suddenly the gray soul world was slaughtered, as if a peak duel was about to be staged.

The more the 'demon' walked, the more calm the clouds became, and the momentum seemed to have trampled Han Xian under his feet and occupied his entire soul.

And every time Han Xian got closer, his heart calmed down a point, and the power gathered in his fist was also stronger, he was very confident, and he would definitely be able to break the tooth of that hateful guy with a sneering face with a fist.

The 'demon''s smile did not change, and neither did Han Xian's coldness, but in Han Xian's opinion, that hateful face had already appeared within the range of his fist, so what did he hesitate about?

The low roar, more like the call of the victor: "Make you laugh." ”

And Han Xian's fist had already swung towards the face of the 'demon', and the 'demon' was like a fool and didn't see it, still walking towards Han Xian with a smile on his face.

"Whew!"

"Poof!"

Did you hit it, it really hit.

But it wasn't the sound of a fist hitting the noodle plate, Han Xian's fist was like hitting the air, directly passing through the 'demon's face, and the consequences of accumulating the power for so long and smashing into the air can be imagined.

Not only did his fist smash into the dirt, but even Han Xian's face was dragged into the dirt by his fist.

“****！”

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