Human fear begins in the heart, but fear can never stop in the heart, will it be the end of the body?

Because of the fear from the heart, Han Xian's body closed his eyes, but he knew very well that even if he was afraid, the whirlwind resentment would not dissipate on its own. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

What's more, the resentment that was originally unresolved was originally in every inch of Yiyang's space, and it was Han Xian himself who forcibly gathered by himself, and he was to blame himself for his heartache, and he could only blame himself for his death.

Although Han Xian's eyes were closed, his heart felt the resentment approaching very truly.

The cold almost clotted the hot blood in his chest, and the fine sweat on the tip of his nose was already stained with a layer of white frost.

This whiteness is not only the crystallization of fear, but also the legacy of pride in the heart.

The almost congealed blood roared again and again: "Come on, come on, my Uncle Han Xian doesn't believe that you can wear out my soul with your grudges." ”

The roar with the eyes closed is, of course, talking nonsense with the eyes closed.

Yi Yang's resentment was gathering into a whirlwind and spitting out cold letters, but with Han Xian's closed eyes and his cold and numb heart from fear, how could he detect this most superficial change.

The five-fingered Rifeng still exudes this blood-colored suction, but the resentment at the moment is really not so obedient.

Or rather, they had never been obedient, and the black howling tornado wind stopped the rapidly approaching body, and a vague figure gradually appeared in it, although it was always blurred.

But it is certain that the resentment at this moment is determined to be the soul of this place, and the soul of this place is determined to be the people of this place before death.

Who is he, maybe as long as Han Xian's eyes are opened, he can see through the suspicions, but he did close his eyes desperately because of the blood that was about to freeze and the sweat that had already frozen.

Like a person who closes his eyes and waits for death, he is afraid of the imminent sword light.

And Han Xian's heart was no different from the person who was waiting to die, and the original roar of pride and anger had completely died down with the cold to the bone.

I thought I was sad: "They are coming, will they die?"

There is no doubt that this sorrow is asking the gods and Buddhas in his heart, because Han Xian had prayed to the gods and Buddhas for himself before closing his eyes.

Although the gods and Buddhas are all born with kind eyebrows and good intentions, they have long been accustomed to watching coldly, people have their own paths, and everything is destined in the dark.

Let him be.

There is no doubt that the gods and Buddhas in the sky are already in love, as for Han Xian, if he can take care of some idle things and just take care of his own stability, maybe although there are still some ups and downs in this life, he will not be so tormented in the middle of a thousand turns.

Originally, the whirlwind condensed by the Rifeng Dao Control had completely condensed that figure, who was he?

Han Xian's eyes were not open, how could he know who he was in the Yiyang Stormy Land.

I didn't open my eyes because I was afraid of death, and now the word 'death' has basically been solidified in my heart, and my heart has been sad in sorrow, secretly crying and sighing: "Hey, I'm dying." ”

"Goo~~. ”

If Han Xian, a person with his eyes closed, could still hear it, he would definitely think that it was the sound of his swallowing and saliva.

But a person whose heart is almost frozen in ice cannot hear, and how can he tell that this is from a person who is not far in front of him and has a collection of resentment.

"Giggle~~~. ”

If Han Xian's heart hadn't been numb, he would definitely think that this ridiculous ridicule came from the originally proud and lonely sigh.

But I can't see with my eyes closed, and my heart is numb and I can't hear.

Han Xian was still waiting, waiting for the resentment to be obediently restrained and sink into the Yin Gu.

But Han Xian thought too beautifully, waiting was destined to be helpless, a heart waited for a long time, and waited for a long time, so that the numb heart recovered a little temperature in this long wait, and a little doubt appeared on his face.

"Haven't you come yet?"

This voice is not asking the Buddha, but asking the five fingers of the Rifeng Dao control, the suspicious eyebrows have been mixed with a bit of ruthlessness, although I am afraid to die, but I want Han Xian to give up, this prepared tortured body does not agree, this heart that arranges everything does not agree, fear is rest, and the eyes are still not open.

The five fingers that pierced into the Yin Gu added a bit of tenacious blood color in the restlessness, and the suctioning force that was suddenly torn was ten points long.

But the effect achieved is really negligible, the figure formed by the resentment is only a few points of beard and eyebrows, and the human body is as if it is rooted and does not move.

If Han Xian's eyes are still not open at this moment, then the word 'stupid' should be engraved on his face, and the prefix must also be full of two words.

Ah, fortunately, Han Xian fought for a while in surprise, and his eyes had opened a trace in the futility of Rifeng.

"Uh~. ”

But the discovery did make the corners of Han Xian's mouth twitch fiercely, and the original surprise on his face immediately turned into a monstrous face, and he subconsciously asked, "Who are you?"

Resentment is soulless and heartless, how can they know who they are, and their gathering is entirely because of the resentment of vain death.

Han Xian's question made the corners of the figure's mouth slightly upturned, and there were actually a few sneers in his mouth: "Coo" mockery.

In the shock, Han Xian's originally paste-like memory dissolved slightly, and although the mocking face did not answer, his heart seemed to be saying, "We seem to have met somewhere." ”

The more I thought about it, the more shocked I became.

Fortunately, this figure gave Han Xian room to think, and he was sure that this person himself was not like, but must have seen it.

Where is this place?

Han Xian still remembers that this face was born with this, although Han Xian was not fortunate enough to see the crying face and happy face when he was born, but he did helplessly see his sad face when he died.

The abrupt Han Xian's heart suddenly dawned, and he exclaimed, "You are Lin Lao'er?"

From the moment this question was spoken, the heart was already secretly affirmed.

Who is this sad old man who is resentful and gathering, who is the former Yiyang Lin clan elder, he has been working hard for his family all his life, although he has been stormy every time, but fortunately he has come out of the wind and rain again and again.

But I never thought that on that day and that time, the family I had dedicated my life to would be wiped out in front of me, and this time I still looked at it with a smile.

Seeing the young descendants of the clan who were pinned on by themselves turned into ashes, and at that time he was just watching, just watching and laughing, what was wrong with him in this life?

The elders of the Lin clan did not know that although they did not practice benevolence and morality in their lives, they thought that they had no great faults.

But in the end, it did end up in ashes, and all this I could only watch, all I did was to throw myself into the devil's mouth with the bone-devouring super soul.

How can this full of grievances be peaceful, and now it is not only their own grievances that are not dispersed, but also the grievances of the Lin clan.

How can the Lin clan and the upper and lower levels of the forest clan suffer from the ashes of this clan, and what kind of crime should they commit? Heaven is destined in the dark, should my Lin clan and He Ju clan be turned into ashes?

The heavens can't answer, and the heavens can't answer if they practice benevolence.

Although Cang Tian was speechless about what he saw, Han Xian at this moment really wanted to treat Cang Tian to be benevolent and turn cause and effect once, and said in a low voice: "Let it go, I, Han Xian, will definitely take you on the path of purification." ”

Put it down?

It's so simple to say, I haven't experienced it, how can I know that this grievance is indestructible and deep, the sky is indestructible, and the Lin clan is unrequited.

The heavens open their eyes to all, but they close their eyes to all sins.

At this moment, Han Xian's eyes, which should have stayed out of the matter, really chose to include everything in cause and effect, and were determined to act on behalf of the heavens, seeking to disperse the grievances in front of him.

The hand that was interspersed into the Yin Gu had been slowly withdrawn, and he was already secretly hating and complaining bitterly in his heart, and the palm of his hand pierced into the Yin Gu Evolution Sun Feng was completely redundant to the point of being bored, and he knew that he was so boring and redundant to torture himself.

"Hmph. ”

Han Xian snorted coldly in his mouth, he should have understood in his heart that if he could be reasonable, then the world would have been bright and clear, why was there so much sorrow.

Words are destined to become nonsense, and Han Xian can only seek other methods.

Sometimes fists are the only way to solve problems, let alone the unreasonable resentment in front of you.

The mouth hummed softly, the heart was determined, the boredom controlled by the five fingers had already dissipated, the left hand was raised violently, the sun front rose again, and roared loudly in his mouth: "Come over to me!"

From the moment the resentment converged into the elder of the Lin clan, he was destined to be not an obedient thing.

Although the suction power captured by Rifeng was completely shrouded in Lin Lao'er's body, he did not even touch the hem of his placket, this time it was already proved that Han Xian was not a sky, and he had no ability to wait for Tianxing to clean up the matter.

But people's hearts are immortal, and they know that they can't ask for it, and in the end, they all turn into force.

Will the sun be really powerless?

How can Han Xian believe it, his slightly pale face was a little ruthless, and suddenly the corners of his mouth were dyed with a little blood, and the sun front in his palm was already surging with blood.

"Ah~~. ”

Han Xian roared in his mouth, and under this earth-shattering roar, in the blood-stained sunfront, a miracle seemed to have really been born, and Lin Lao'er's figure was really moved.

For this reason, Han Xian's pale face showed a hint of joy, but the compassionate Zen monk who sat on the ground and carried the people did show a little sadness.