Suddenly an eagle flew in, grabbed the smallest pigeon and ate it. The queen was frightened, and said to the king, "I have heard that the dove represents the offspring, and I have dreamed today that if I lose the little pigeon, something bad must have happened to my beloved."

So he sent people to look around. Soon the two sons returned, and the king and queen asked, "Where is the little brother?"

The two sons choked up and couldn't speak, and it took a long time for them to speak: the younger brother had been eaten by a tiger. When my parents heard this, they both fainted and fell to the ground, and it took a long time for them to wake up.

That is, with the second son, the wife, the maiden. Gallop to the place where his dead body was. Then the hungry tiger. Meat is exhausted. Only bones. Messed up. The mother held his head. The Father grabs his hand. The wailing was muffled. Never again. If it is long-lasting.

The king immediately led the group to the corpse of Mahasattva. At that time, the hungry tiger had already eaten all the meat, and only the bones remained, and it was a mess. The queen held the head of the remains of Mahasattva, and the king grabbed the bones by his hand, and everyone wept to death.

Mahasattva. After the end of life. Raw Dou rate day. That is, self-generated thoughts. Why do I do it? to receive this retribution. The eye of the sky is thorough. Look at the five pleasures. See the former corpse. So in the mountains.

Parents mourn. Lingering pain poison. Have mercy on their foolishness. Weeping too much. Or you can die here. Now I should tell him what he wants. i.e. from all over the world. Live in the air. All kinds of rhetoric. Counsel parents. Parents asked. What god art thou? I would like to see the notice. Tianxun reported.

I am Prince Mahasattva. I sacrificed my life to help the tiger and the hungry. Raw Dou rate day. The king should know. There is no law. There must be an end to life. Evil falls into hell. For good, the heavens are born. Life and death are often painted. Now he is not alone in the sea of sorrow and trouble. Unconsciously realize the diligent cultivation of all goodness.

After Mahasattva died, he was born into the fourth heaven of the desire realm, which is called Tushitian, and after he was born, he recalled, what did I do to come here to enjoy happiness? He observed with the eyes of heaven and saw that the body of his previous life was in the mountain, and his parents were in pain, and the grief was unbearable.

Mahasattva took pity on their foolishness, fearing that they would be overly sad and weeping to death here, so he led them from Tu.

The parents asked, "Who are you sacred?" This one: I am the prince Mahasattva. Because I sacrificed my life to save the tiger, I was born to Tushitian after death.

The king must know that everything becomes nothing, that life leads to death, that he who does evil will go to hell, and that he who does good will be born in heaven. Life and death are common, so why should you be overwhelmed by sorrow and troubles now? If you weep like this, it is better to realize these truths and then allow yourself to cultivate all the good deeds.

Parents report. Thou shalt be merciful. Everything. Sacrifice yourself to the end. My heart is on you. There is no shortage of people. I'm suffering. Thou shalt be merciful. That's what it is. At the time, the heavens. Compound with all kinds of wonderful verses. Thank you to your parents. The parents were so young that they realized. Make the Seven Treasures Letter in the bones. The burial was completed. On the top of the tower. Heaven is the king and the multitude. Return to the palace.

The king and queen said, "You are merciful and merciful, and you have forsaken us, and we miss you very much, and our hearts are broken, and the pain is unbearable." How can you be so merciful? It means that if you cultivate great compassion, why don't you take care of your parents? Don't be merciful to your parents?

When we practice compassion, in the eyes of the world, we often make ourselves suffer, and in the eyes of our parents, they may not be able to accept it, so we should be skillful and convenient to take into account the feelings of our parents.

(To use a simple analogy.) Just like donating blood, many parents can't accept their children to donate blood for fear that their children will suffer.

Then you can hide it from your parents, don't take the initiative to say to your parents, "Oh, I'm a little tired, I'm going to donate blood again today." If you want to donate blood, go and donate it quietly, don't let your parents worry after they know. ）

At that time, Mahasattva continued to enlighten his parents with various subtle techniques. Only then did the parents wake up a little bit. So he used a box made of seven treasures to put the remains of his son in it, and after burial, he built a pagoda on it. At this time, the celestial beings left. The king also led the people back to the palace.

The Buddha told Ananda. Then the king. Maharatana. It's not a strange thing. Now my father, the king of the king, is reading the head of the sandal. Mrs. Shi Wang. My mother Mahamaya is. Then the Maha Funanin. Now Maitreya is the second prince Mahadeva of the Buddha. Jinpo Shumitara is. At that time, the prince Mahasattva. It's not a strange thing. I am also. At that time, the tiger mother was now the old mother. The second son.

Now the two are. I'm far away. Rescue his life. Make it safe. I am now a Buddha. Equally helpful. Let him be free from the great suffering of life and death forever. Then Ananda was in all congregations. Hear what the Buddha said. Rejoice.

The Buddha told Venerable Ananda: The king of Dabao at that time was my father King Johan, the queen at that time, my mother in this life, Lady Maya, the eldest brother at that time, who is now Maitreya Bodhisattva, and the second brother at that time is now Bhashu Midora.

At that time, the Mahasattva was the previous life of the Buddha. The tigress at that time is now the old mother. The two little tigers at that time were the two sons of the current mother.

I saved their lives a long time ago, and now that I have become a Buddha, I have also helped them get out of the sea of suffering, out of birth and death. At that time, Ananda and all the people rejoiced when they heard the Buddha tell this story.

After the old man finished telling this story, he looked at Murong Han, as if he was waiting for him to say something, but Murong Han didn't say anything, and he didn't know what to say.

"If I heard it, what did the donor hear?" The old monk finished the whole story, looked at Murong Han, and asked, reciting a Buddha name in his mouth.

"I ...... I didn't hear anything! Murong Han shook his head, he really felt that there was nothing about this, and there was no way to understand anything, and he didn't know what the story was.

After listening to this story, Murong Han didn't think it was a good story, wasn't that Buddha a human being?

As if he knew Murong Han's thoughts, the old monk looked at Murong Han and said, "If you are willing to give up, how can you get it if you are not willing to give up?" If you are willing to give up, you will get if you are willing to give up. Not for the sake of giving, not for the sake of gaining. Those who give up small and get are thick. It is to sacrifice one's life with the Buddha. To give up the small and educate sentient beings is to gain the Tao by sacrificing one's body. If you are not stranded for one thing, you will despise yourself and value others. ”

Murong Han looked at him, he didn't know what to say, he didn't know how to refute it, but he knew that this was not what he wanted.

Murong Han began to recover his strength, constantly running the Nine Turns Buddha Demon Skill, and the old monk in front of him looked at him, stopped talking, and looked at Murong Han.

"Good and evil are all in one thought, in one mind, you need to know to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground."

Murong Han shook his head and looked at him: "All this is just empty talk, if you can really put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, then the boundless purgatory will have no meaning of existence." ”

If you can really put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, there will be no eighteen layers of purgatory, and there will be no six realms, only reincarnation.

Murong Han didn't believe it, although the old monk in front of him kept talking, but he didn't have the slightest place to believe.

Murong Han didn't think too much, just continued, looking at each other, and finally the old monk dissipated, and Murong Han's Buddha heart began to fall silent.

This was of little use to him, as Murong Han continued to operate the Nine Transformations Buddha Demon Skill, the power of the surrounding space was gradually isolated by him.

The Buddha light on his body had begun to disappear, and a demonic energy came out of his body, gradually enveloping his body.

The Buddha demon tattoo was gradually replaced by demonic energy, and he lost his previous Buddha qi, and Murong Han at this time was completely a demon.

At this time, Murong Han had sunk into a dark place where he didn't know what it was, and he didn't know what he was going to do.

I only knew that I couldn't move now, and someone outside was gradually speaking, but Murong Han couldn't speak anything.

Gradually, his body began to change, but he couldn't move, knowing when the light entered his eyes.

He found himself in front of a kind face, smiling at himself, constantly teasing himself.

Murong Han found that he had actually become like this, he had become a child, there was nothing he could do, his courage, everything about him was gone.

Nothing was gone, everything was gone, his power, everything he had, his bloodline, it seemed all gone.

Although he didn't know what was going on, he went with the flow, Murong Han was born in this scholarly family.

The old man is a scholar and has no strength, but there are many people under his hands, and he is very kind.

The old man is usually very kind, and Murong Han does the same, although he can't get used to these people, these people obviously have their own strength and can support themselves.

But you didn't do it, so you have been relying on other people's alms, and Murong Han didn't say anything, after all, the old man likes it, so it's okay.

He also gradually developed this habit, and he was also used to giving alms, and Murong Han gradually grew up, but he found that he could not cultivate.

Because this world seems to have no courage, no matter how he makes a mistake in cultivation, it is useless, but his strength is getting smaller and smaller.

Since this is the case, he can only study and get famous, which is also a way to live, although he doesn't like this, but the people in his family want this, and he doesn't say it's you

He offended people, he thought there was nothing, but there was a quarrel in the tavern, but nothing happened.

But that night, some bandits rushed into the village, searched for something, and finally found their home.

rushed in, Murong Han knew that he had offended the bandit leader, and there was nothing he could do, so he could only watch the other party catch himself like this.

The family resisted desperately, but gradually died, and one of the servants ran out, begging others to help, and the village names heard this, but instead of coming to help.

And wait until the bandits are gone, and sweep their homes away, leaving nothing behind, giving them nothing.

Seeing this group of people lying in a pool of blood, no one had to care, watching the bodies of his parents being trampled on, although Murong Han had already been stabbed into it.

But he was still breathing, but for some reason, he was only half dead, but he couldn't move, he could only watch like this.

Looking at these civilians who usually receive their relief, they keep counting their faults in their mouths, locking up their faults.

said that the things they gave away were getting less and less, and they were not good people, and they deserved it when they met bandits, and it was good to die.

These words made Murong Han want to be angry, and wanted to rush out to reason with them, but he couldn't do it, he was now dying, looking at the dead people around him.

Those good people died like this, but the people who received relief spoke like this, and Murong Han wanted to kill people.

It's useless for these people to stay, it's good for such people to be dead, there's nothing to say, looking at what they did, looking at the tone and expression of their words, Murong Han's face was already jealous and hideous.

At this moment, his wounds actually gradually recovered, without any wounds, his strength gradually recovered, his courage came back again, his strength came back again.

The ripples in his hand had already appeared, and he smashed down this place with a punch, this mansion covering an area of dozens of acres, and Murong Han directly buried it.

He looked at these people in front of him, his eyes flashed with red light, and those people were still holding their family's things in their hands, watching Murong Han suddenly come to life.

One by one, they actually picked up the stones, and one of them said: "There are still people alive, everyone, as long as this guy is dead, these gold, silver and jewels are ours, kill him!" ”

As soon as he said that, the others actually did all the work, and wanted to make a move with Murong Han, Murong Han directly slashed it with a sword, what did such a beast keep for, and killed it directly.

Killing one of them, Murong Han continued to move, without the slightest stop, just to continue to move, and one of them wanted to resist.

Because in his eyes, Murong Han is a powerless scholar, it is your role, as long as you kill him, you can squander the money at will, if this guy wants to live, this money may not be his.

He rushed up directly, and the stone with the water chestnut in his hand was about to fall on top of Murong Han's head without the slightest stop.

Murong Han looked at the person with a vicious face in front of him, this person who wanted to kill himself, he didn't know whether this charity was a good thing or a bad thing, and he actually encountered such a group of bastards.

He slashed it with a sword, and he cut off the arm that was holding the stone, and without stopping anything, he cut it like that.

Blood splattered all around, and everyone else took a step back, but the man with a broken arm covered his wounds.

He was already frightened, and he didn't have the slightest intention of running, just looked at Murong Han's face, looked at his eyes that emitted red light, and kept pushing back.

"You...... What are you doing? ”

"Don't do anything, since you have already done this, I have nothing to say, since this is the case, our family gave you so many things before, and I also want the same thing with all of you, as long as you give it, I will not continue!" Murong Han looked at the others and spoke.

"No problem, there's no problem with whatever you want, as long as we have it, we know it's wrong, we can give you whatever you want!" The man kept retreating, he was already scared, and kept talking.

The pain in his arm made his face pale, and the loss of blood made him dizzy, but he didn't dare to faint and must get out of here.

Poof!

A bloody light flashed, Murong Han looked at the others, looked into their eyes, and said, "I only need one thing, your life!" ”

Looking at this group of ungrateful people, Murong Han only wanted to kill them directly, he didn't want anything, just kill them.

As soon as the others heard Murong Han's words, they kept retreating, they didn't expect Murong Han to be so perverted, they didn't know what to do.

"Run!"

Whoever was around them shouted, and all of them ran out and began to disperse, and Murong Han also directly threw out the sword in his hand, stabbing two or three people to death, watching them keep leaving.

Murong Han also smiled coldly, the sky was thundering, the rain had already begun to fall, the stormy night, when the blood was killing.

Murong Han picked up the purgatory in his hand and walked step by step, starting to mutter.

In the yellow land, many heroes, with one enemy and hundreds of people are not afraid.

People are not cowardly, Qiu Bixue, look at my Chinese man's blood.

The blood of a boy is self-heroic, and his pride runs through his chest and heart like iron.

Carrying a golden knife in his hand, wearing a white jade jue, he is hungry for a beautiful chieftain and thirsty for Rakshasa blood.

Murong Han slashed the head of one of the families with a sword, and looking at the blood in that place, he shed a bloodthirsty smile.

This group of people deserves to die, they will definitely not stay, he will kill all the people here. Heaven does not accept them, but someone else collects them.

Looking at the wine on the table, Murong Han picked it up directly, drank it as he walked, looked at the corpse on the ground, and stepped over directly.

Children's love, and abandon, Hanhaizhi, only now decided.

The man travels thousands of miles with his sword, and he cuts Hu Qi all the way for thousands of miles.

Flying war songs on the shores of the Aegean Sea, songs and songs are my congratulations to China.

Steel knives are danced in the city of Tokyo, and the swords are stained with the blood of Japanese slaves.

Liban Chaozhi, keep the Su Wu Festival, sing Wu Mu, and do Yi Shui.

Ignoring their kowtows and begging for mercy, Murong Han killed them with a sword, tonight was definitely the most terrible night, Murong Han's bloody aura continued to emanate, kill, kill, kill!

Only killing can make him gradually refreshed, keep killing, he wants to use the blood here to flow like a river, and not a single grass will grow.

The fallen leaves are Xiao Xiao, the blood of the strong man is hot, the cold wind is like a knife, and the sad song is cut.

And the horse crossed the Tianshan Mountains as fast as possible, and swept the library page with a longbow.

The iron ship went straight down to Sydney Bay, and a shot broke through the North Sea night.

The West Yi luck has been extinct, and the Han is like Zhongtian.

Fight for 100,000 heroes, vow to paint the world with the color of China, when the time comes, drink Luoyang wine, drunk bright moon.

Murong Han's face was already full of blood comprehension, all the blood, the more people looked at the moon, he didn't know that these people had done something to you, but they couldn't live.

Since they have decided to do such a thing, then they have already decided to sell their hearts and no longer pay attention to these, they have lost their humanity, and Murong Han can't keep them.

Men should be violent. Things and benevolence do not stand.

Men should kill people, and kill mercilessly.

Immortal karma is all in killing.

In the past, there were rich men, and they were righteous and promised.

The eyes are murderous, and the body is lighter than a feather.

There are also heroes and tyrants, killing people like hemp,

gallop around the world, only boasting about swords and guns.

If you want to find this kind of now, you will fish for the moon shadow in vain.

Looking at their swearing before they died, looking at their ugly faces when Murong was about to kill them, Murong Han felt more and more worthless, why did this guy appear in this world.

You don't see,

The erection of Confucianism raised the strong man to die, and Shenzhou boasted of benevolence and righteousness from then on.

Once the Central Plains was chaotic, the scholars ran to the cowardly people and wept.

I want to learn from the old style and regain my heroic spirit.

Fame is the same as dung, and those who disdain benevolence ridicule.

Wearing an iron sword, he kills in a fit of rage.

Cut the shares and drink wine, talk and laugh.

Kill the enemy for thousands of miles, and I am willing to spend ten Zhou Xing.

Specializing in the light of the field, and the knot of the dark love.

Heading out of the west gate, the twilight people turned back.

The god was tired and slept, and the battle horn suddenly blew.

Murong Han's sword fell, his body was already soaked, and the heavy rain was pouring down, but it couldn't wash away the blood and qi on his body, and he couldn't dilute the anger on his body.

Simon said goodbye to his mother, but his mother was not sad.

The body is sweaty, and the boy will not return.

Killing the world, tragic and terrifying. Courtyard.

Kill one person in three steps, and your heart stops.

The blood flowed thousands of miles, and the corpse pillowed Qianxun Mountain.

The strong man fought and slept with the corpse of the enemy.

Murong Han cut out their heads with a sword, he just wanted to use the heads of these people to sacrifice the dead and pay tribute to them.

In the dream, there is still murder, and the smile is bright.

Daughter Mo Xiang asked, why is the man fierce?

In ancient times, benevolence and virtue were exclusive to people, and morality was never true.

You don't see,

The lion and tiger prey has gained prestige, but who has mercy on the elk?

The world has always been strong and weak, even if it is reasonable, it is in vain.

Jun Xiu asked,

Men have their own boys.

Men should be violent.

Things and benevolence do not stand.

Men are in the killing arena, as bold as a bear and as a wolf.

If you are born as a man, you will kill people, and you will not teach a man's body to wrap a woman's heart.

Men never show mercy to themselves, and they laugh at their opponents.

There are 100 battlefields in the field of revenge, and there are weeds everywhere.

The boy does not tremble, there is a song to listen to:

Killing one is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a hero.

Slaughter 9 million, that is, the male of the male.

Xiong Zhong Xiong, the Tao is different:

See through the name of benevolence and righteousness for thousands of years, but make this life prosperous.

Good name does not love bad name, and murder is not punished.

It is better to teach 10,000 people to grit their teeth and hate than to teach them to scold them.

Looking at the world for 5,000 years, where heroes do not kill?

My generation is a hot-blooded man, but can the present people lose to the ancients?

Murong Han had already killed seventy-seven or eighty-eight people in this village, men, women, and children, none of them were left, and he wanted to directly slaughter these people.

How many years has it been? How generous!

Let the Son build for me, and I will sing for the Son.

Beckoning to the seaside gulls, look at the cloud dream in my chest, how about the mustard? Chu Yue waited for idle ears, and there was turmoil in the liver and gallbladder.

Life matters, heaven pays, and whirl.

Several people looked at each other and smiled drunk.

Seeing that the floating clouds have passed, I am afraid of the years, and I throw it away.

Persuade the son and hold the candle, for the good spring.

Murong Han piled up all the corpses of all the guys together, all piled them together, and put them directly there, the golden wings behind him opened directly, and he left.

His strength is back, he has to kill a place, he has to kill all the bandits, and overnight, everyone in the small village is killed.

Murong Han left this place, but even he kept seeing the ugly side of people, and those who were full of benevolence and morality did not dare to do it.

Because although they are like this, they are some ordinary people, and they still need fame, Murong Han looked at them.

Constantly laughing, he directly killed these people, princes and nobles, killed, ordinary people, killed.

As long as he can't get used to it, kill all, kill all of them, kill all of them as long as he looks down on them, and kill them all as long as he looks down on them and does many evils.

These guys all deserve to die, and they don't have to be spared. Murong Han kept raising the sword in his hand and kept killing them.

Don't leave them the slightest chance, just kill them all, without a little mercy.

He finally knew what he wanted to do, and doing what he wanted was what he had to do, not to be restricted, not to do what others said.

It's about doing what you want and doing what you want, instead of going to something that you're being forced to do.

This is what Murong Han wants to do, extremely carefree, do whatever he wants, Murong Han has already opened his eyes, this is the demon.

His Dao is the Dao of the Devil, do whatever he wants, and don't think about other things, at this moment, the demonic energy on Murong Han's body is emanating, and he is no longer cultivating Buddha and Demon Skills.

Instead, he cultivates demonic skills, builds a supreme demon body, and protects his heart with Buddhism, but he is already a demon, Bing is not a Buddha, and a Buddha is not as good as a demon.

Murong Han has now stepped into the demon cultivator, of course, this is not those bloodthirsty demon cultivators who are eager for quick success, they are evil cultivators, demon cultivators do whatever they want, and they do not hand over the oppression of others.

At this time, Murong Han's Nine Turns Buddha Demon Skill had already reached the second turn, and his physical examination began to condense another tattoo of his own, the Buddha Demon Tattoo.

Although this is the case, it is no longer the Nine Turns of the Buddha's Demon Skill, but the Nine Turns of the Demon Skill, and the Buddha is just a cover-up.

Murong Han didn't have to do anything, he could have a legitimate reason, at this time, the time and space were almost at an end, although Murong Han's body was still full of holes.

But there is no danger anymore, as long as he continues to drift like this, there must be no problem, but he has chosen to have begun to comprehend the laws of space.

What is the law of space, space is a place, so how do I understand it, what is it?

Murong Han kept touching the space around him, but he didn't feel anything, he still couldn't feel the mystery of the space.

When the others came in, they were all dead, but Murong Han was safe and sound, and he also comprehended some other things.

Other people were stimulated to their potential between life and death, but Murong Han would not at all, and at this time Murong Han was already about to reach the end.

He was about to come out, but Murong Han still didn't know how to comprehend this. Suddenly, countless cyan transparent crystals appeared in the void.

These crystals were only the length of a palm, like a crescent moon, and they seemed to be cute things, but when they fell on Murong Han's body, they almost shattered his body protection technique, and his body seemed to be about to be cracked.

"It's!"

Murong Han tried his best to control his body and barely dodged these beautiful crystals that suddenly poured out of the void, and he collected the source of these crystals in his mind.

He can't use too much force now, otherwise it will collapse here, but he can't help but use it, and now he is really in a dilemma.

In the end, I got the information from the old man Bing, this is called the space wind blade, which contains the power of space, which has super destructive power, and even a Xuan-level spirit weapon cannot stop its sharpness.

As he went deeper, the pulling force and suction from all directions became more and more vigorous, and Murong Han became more and more difficult to control his body.

"Poof!"

More than ten spatial wind blades suddenly appeared around him, and although he tried his best to dodge, the impact of various forces on him was too great, and he still let the three spatial wind blades hit his body.

The strength in his body was only resisted once, and the others relied on the body of the Immovable Ming King in the seal of the Immovable Ming King, and even the last spatial wind blade left a deep wound on his body.

Murong Han's brows furrowed, and the medicinal properties were surging to repair the wound, if he continued like this, he would definitely die.

He couldn't stand it anymore, this place was getting more and more terrifying, obviously the exit was in front of him, but he couldn't reach it

"Whew!"

Suddenly, a whirlwind blew, and Murong Han was involuntarily blown into the depths of the spatial crack, this time Murong Han was completely desperate, and it was too difficult to find the exit again after being pushed into the depths of the spatial crack.

His gaze shifted around, and he found that countless rays of light were intertwined in the cracks in this space, and these rays of light were intertwined to form a place that could devour and destroy everything.

The whirlwind disappeared, Murong Han's figure stabilized again, and he slowly released his divine sense, but then his face turned pale, and as soon as the Yuan Divine Consciousness appeared with all kinds of powerful pulling forces, it appeared and pulled away that small piece of divine consciousness.

The loss of a small piece of Divine Consciousness was nothing, but it confirmed the news that Divine Consciousness was useless in this spatial rift.

He's blind now, and here he can't get into the Chaos Peak, and that's where the most fucking thing is.

It's not that you can't enter, but you don't dare, once you enter, the Chaos Ding is in this place, unable to move, until this space dissipates.

And once it dissipates, Murong Han will continue to drift in this void space, and there is no way to get out, unless he really comprehends the laws of space.

He found another weak point in the initial space, and then went out, but this was impossible, and Murong Han would never do such a thing.

"Poof!"

Dozens of spatial wind blades appeared, galloping towards Murong Han. But at this time, something suddenly happened,

He saw the crack appear in front of him, and at this time, he didn't care about anything else, and jumped straight down.

A whirlpool directly swept him down, and Murong Han entered another strange place.

By this time he had already dropped and came to a valley of amethyst, although he didn't know what it was.

Murong Han exhaled a few mouthfuls of turbid air, which made him feel quite excited to escape death, and at the same time he also felt very tired.

However, he knew that he could not be careless now, and that a little carelessness could be attacked by something else mysterious.

These are some strange places, and he doesn't dare to rest here, and he will die if he is not careful.

After a short rest, Murong Han's gaze scanned around, and he found that there was no idea how huge this spatial crack was.

There are opposing forces in every inch of this space, so the characters who enter it will feel very uncomfortable.

This strange space also has strange rules, which makes Murong Han very interested, he has never encountered such a thing! Then I started researching it myself

"Repulsive and repulsive?"

Murong Han frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly another hurricane appeared, and he was pushed down several kilometers away at once.

"By the way, adjust my fluctuations, as long as they are in the same direction as these forces, then I can no longer be affected by these forces!"

Thinking of this, Murong Han began to use his body to adapt to the frequency of these forces, and after countless experiments, a smile finally appeared on Murong Han's face.

To put it bluntly, the countless forces in this spatial rift are like a bunch of garbled codes, as long as you can find out the laws of each force fundamentally, you can be like a fish in water in it.

Murong Han, who had mastered this law, had the hope of leaving this spatial crack in his heart, only to see his body constantly writhing, and sometimes, the upper body leaned down, but the lower body did not move, and then he was pushed out in the ideal direction by a force.

Sometimes, his arms are tightly attached to his body, sometimes he needs to open his arms, in general, Murong Han is doing some strange movements, but now he can control the direction of his movements.

He had lost the exit of the spatial rift, so he could only move forward in the direction of his calculations, and he was not very sure whether he could find a way out.

I don't know where this gambling house is, but one thing is certain, this is definitely not the land of heavenly demons.

This should be the place to live here, Murong Han suddenly found that the sky in this place was blue, not blood-colored.

In other words, Murong Han temporarily left that place, and he came to another place, which was no longer the land of heavenly demons.

Thinking of this, Murong Han was excited, but the purple crystal valley in front of him made Murong Han very puzzled, he couldn't see anything else, but he felt that there was something strange.

Murong Han, who was moving in one direction, went smoothly for half an hour, and after half an hour, he was in trouble, because countless purple lines appeared in front of him.

He found that everything that collided with the purple lines was shattered, not only the objects but also the ubiquitous pulling force.

"What is this?

Obviously, Murong Han still didn't know him, so he could only choose to avoid it, he was not sure that he would pass through this purple light.

He slowly retreated, he discovered an astonishing fact that the things in this spatial crack could not be seen by common sense, these things seemed to be dead things, but they seemed to have wisdom, so Murong Han didn't want to alarm them.

But he was disappointed, for as he stepped back, purple light appeared in all directions, and his face was gloomy, and he was once again in danger.

At this time, Murong Han stood in one place and hid, and the strange rules of the space here seemed to have weakened a little.

Murong Han looked around, but before he could see anything, a loud roar came out.

Murong Han's face crossed, and he immediately hid, hiding directly in the Chaos Ding, and no longer appeared, he felt a threat.

It was just an instant, the moment Murong Han entered, a huge coercion appeared where Murong Han was, and a trace of cracks actually appeared in the surrounding space.

This crack made Murong Han stunned, this is a spatial rift, he is going to die, this guy's strength is actually strong enough to open space.

So how powerful is this guy, Murong Han stuck out his tongue and looked at the ground, and Chaos Ding could observe the situation outside.

Murong Han was not ambiguous, he moved the Chaos Ding, wanting to see what was going on outside, but he didn't expect to see a huge beast.

He was covered in scales, and had a pair of sharp horns on his head, the scales glowed purple in the sunlight, and his eyes glowed black.

A small tail on his back, four huge hooves are very heavy, and he can do more.

Murong Han hid in the Chaos Ding and looked at the giant beast in front of him, but he couldn't see what kind of beast it was.

"Old man Bing, come and see what kind of guy this is, why I haven't seen it or heard of it."

Murong Han has read a lot of information, but he has never seen such a beast, but such a powerful beast is definitely not unknown, it must be from Yiu.

"What's the matter, you kid is also lucky to have come to such a place." Old Man Bing suddenly appeared and stood behind Murong Han.

He was also not there just now, and he didn't pay attention to Murong Han, even if Murong Han was injured, it was commonplace, and only now did he know what happened to Murong Han.

Then he looked at it carefully, as if looking for it in his memory, and finally his face gradually became strange.

"What kind of luck did you kid go, you can even meet such a guy, now it seems right, I don't know what is going on with your kid, such a chance can be met by you!"

Old man Bing looked at it, and suddenly looked at Murong Han and said, it seems that Murong Han has taken some big advantage.

"Old man Bing, do you know what this is, if you know it, say it quickly!" Murong Han urged, he also wanted to know where such a strong guy came from.

"Boy, let me ask you, what is the best law among the laws?" Old Man Bing looked at Murong Han and asked.

"Of course, it's the law of time and space, these two laws are the weirdest and the most powerful." Murong Han opened his mouth to answer, he knew that if he didn't answer, the other party wouldn't say it.

"By the way, do you want to comprehend the laws of space!" Old Man Bing looked at him with a smile.

"Me? Of course I thought about it, but I tried it just now, and I didn't feel it at all. Murong Han said.

"Before, it wasn't, but now it's coming, do you know what it is?" Old Man Bing asked.

"I don't know, if I knew, I wouldn't ask you!" Murong Han gave the other party a roll of his eyes, looked at him, and spoke.

"It's a Sky Beast, you idiot!" Old Man Bing spoke.

"Skyfrightening?" Murong Han muttered, he really didn't know.