I was still a little stunned when I saw the dragon bird being thrown by Zhu Rong, but after the dragon bird was completely involved, I lost this feeling.

Zhu Rong looked at Han Feiyu with a very satisfied look.

Han Feiyu said, "What do you mean when you said earlier that I can't carry too much hatred?"

Zhu Rong touched his chin, "Do you remember the Uchiha?"

Uchiha?

Naruto?

Han Feiyu hesitated: "You...... What do you mean?"

Zhu Rong said: "The Uchiha family is a family of love and hate, and every time an important person dies, it awakens a certain power, which the world calls the Sharingan. The difference between Suzaku and Uchiha is not big, they are both natural avengers, and the power in your body will become stronger and stronger with hatred, and for your spirit species that has not yet fully matured, the power of rapid expansion is not a good thing, so I gave you the dragon sparrow. ”

Han Feiyu looked down at the spear in his hand, his eyes flickering.

"What does this gun have to do with me?"

The moment the spear was in hand, it was like meeting an old friend I hadn't seen for many years.

It was a very peculiar feeling, not as close as the intimacy with Han Keyan, and it was not limited to entrusting his back to Ed or the trust when he was grateful.

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhu Rong's mouth, "This gun...... It's a good match with your bloodline spirit seed. ”

He seemed to hesitate a little, and changed the conversation at the critical moment.

Han Feiyu can pretend to be stupid in the face of most people, but there is no name Zhu Rong in it.

He said bluntly: "I want to hear the truth. ”

Zhu Rong spread out his hand and said with a smile: "This is the truth, the Vermilion Bird bloodline is the blood of revenge, and the Supreme Yin Fire is the fire of revenge, which is just right to match this revenge spear!"

Han Feiyu frowned.

Reason told him that what Zhu Rong said was not the truth, but he couldn't find any flaws.

Han Feiyu carried the dragon bird behind his back and looked at the huge red lotus that was still below.

In the still time and space, the appearance of those blood butterflies fluttering their wings is extremely magnificent, and it fills the line of sight and makes people feel fascinated.

The dragon finch trembled slightly in his hand, as if he couldn't wait to rush towards the butterfly flock with Han Feiyu.

"You can go. He didn't look back.

"It's still so cold...... Then I'll wish you the best of luck. Zhu Rong waved his hand, and his body dissipated like a rain of light.

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"These butterflies should have discovered us, you use the Supreme Fire to open the way, I will use the Divine Law to assist you, and then seize the opportunity to use the wind or the clouds to pass through their encirclement. ”

There are too many enemies for this solution to not work, although it sounds plausible.

With Ed's mental power, he couldn't think of a second option other than to retreat.

It was not possible to retreat, there was still a considerable number of other groups of blood butterflies left above the sea of fire, no matter where Han Feiyu chose to open the passage, they would all be attacked.

Attacks from above and below at the same time.

That's a two-sided attack.

Now they can still fight against the sea of fire, if they really want to retreat...... They probably won't even have a chance to fight for their lives.

Wait a minute.

He should be hopeless, but Han Feiyu still has it.

Ed turned his head and wanted to entrust Han Feiyu with something, but he was stunned the moment he turned his head.

"You...... Where did you get this gun?"

Han Feiyu shrugged his shoulders and did not answer the question.

Zhu Rong's existence is too sensitive, and he doesn't want to talk about it to anyone.

Ed looked at the dragon sparrow carefully, and said incredulously, "Why is the Suzaku Spear here? Could it be that this is also what Professor Nirvana left for you?"

Han Feiyu smiled and casually threw the night to Ed.

Ed took the black sword, his face grimacing.

"True dragon bones?" he raised an eyebrow as he looked at the hilt of his sword.

"True Dragon Tendon?" he looked at the scabbard again, his gaze slightly condensed.

"True Dragon's Teeth?" he drew his sword, a look of shock on his face.

With each question, Ed's tone was a point higher, and even then, he realized

I didn't fully show my respect for this sword.

Qinglong is a dragon clan, and this sword is more suitable in his hand than breaking the sky.

His gaze slowly swept over the blade, pausing at the sight of a mark.

"It turned out to be one of the Divine Laws, one hundred and twenty-six Immortal Flames?"

Han Feiyu shook his head, thinking that Ed was worthy of being a child of the big family, and he recognized the origin of Jiang Ye with just his eyesight.

You must know that when he got Jiang Ye, he had nothing to think about except to be surprised by the black flame on the blade of the sword.

Han Feiyu said, "Elder, you wait for me here first, I'll go and deal with these blood butterflies first." ”

After that, before Ed could react, Han Feiyu rushed down.

Ed was slightly stunned and hurriedly tried to follow.

A wall of fire rose into the sky, blocking him in an instant, and then extending at a rapid pace, turning into a fireball that imprisoned him.

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Han Feiyu stabbed the dragon sparrow straight through, and the spiritual power of his body erupted without any scruples, and the Supreme Fire fell behind him, and countless blood butterflies turned into a puff of green smoke before Han Feiyu could get close.

But the blood butterflies still rushed towards Han Feiyu one after another, as if they were going crazy, completely ignoring the fate of approaching Han Feiyu.

There is only one end for a moth to a fire.

But what if there are too many moths?

Can you extinguish the supreme flame that is said to never be extinguished?

Han Feiyu was also a little panicked in the face of such an offensive.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's something else that can't be explained.

Time passes.

Finally, a butterfly broke through the defense line of the Supreme Fire, and a scarlet blood color rushed straight into Han Feiyu's body.

Han Feiyu's eyes froze.

He kept thinking about what the hatred in Zhu Rong's mouth meant, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

A flower is a world, a leaf is a withered glory.

The body of the blood butterfly is the medium that leads to the world.

The Blood Butterfly was born in the Red Lotus, symbolizing the attributes of that world.

This is where hatred comes from.

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Han Feiyu opened his eyes and found that he was tied.

A man with an extremely ugly face and facial features almost touching together approached him with scissors, the expression on the pervert's face was hideous, and a foul smell was released between the opening and closing of his lips.

"Two days ago, I went to Xianyang to kill your parents, and I buried their bones at the foot of Liubo Mountain...... You know that there have always been many lonely ghosts there, and if you are buried there, your parents will never be exceeded, and their souls will wander in the abyss until they sink into hell. ”

Han Feiyu frowned, he didn't know the person in front of him.

But he felt his anger from the bottom of his heart, as if the man had really killed his parents.

Han Feiyu thought to himself, is this hatred?

He shook his head, and was about to unleash the Supreme Fire to burn the disgusting man to death.

But he didn't feel the fluctuation of spiritual power, it wasn't a problem of heaven and earth...... It was as if he had suddenly lost his spiritual seed.

Without the biggest barrier, Han Feiyu's face became ugly.

The man's hand raised the knife and directly cut Han Feiyu's neck.

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Before he could recover from the death just now, Han Feiyu opened his eyes again.

In this life, he was a teacher.

Not really, I know from my memory that he used to be an official to the prime minister, and his disciples were everywhere, but in the end, because of the betrayal of his favorite student, he was imprisoned by words for nothing. Not to mention being reduced to the common people for the time being, the classics of governing the world that have been studied throughout his life are also listed as **.

With grief and indignation, he was depressed all his life.

Han Feiyu lowered his eyes.

There was a slight sound of footsteps behind me.

"You're here to kill me?" Han Feiyu asked.

"Yes, teacher. The man said.

Han Feiyu let out a long sigh.

The anguish in my heart is getting deeper and deeper.

A white light flashed.

Han Feiyu's body was separated.

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There are as many butterflies as there are hatreds.

Those illusions were someone's real experiences, which were recorded in the Red Lotus, and returned to Han Feiyu's body at this moment.

He is both a human being and a manifestation of hatred for thousands of people.

At first, he was able to maintain his ability to think.

Slowly, his expression became more and more sluggish, and he had completely sunk into this seemingly never-ending illusion, not knowing who he really was or what he was going to do.

Is his name Han Feiyu or Zhang San?

Is he a human being in the 21st century, or an ancient person in the Qin Dynasty or some other dynasty?

The butterflies still rushed into Han Feiyu's body one after another.

Dozens or hundreds of lives have passed in the fantasy world, but in the real world, it is only a second.

Han Feiyu's body began to crack, like a field that had been in drought for a long time.

The rift gradually widened.

It was not blood that flowed out of the rifts.

It's smoke.

The past is like smoke.

Everything Han Feiyu experienced was in the past.

He also became a part of the past.

The monstrous flames of the Supreme Fire spread.

Ed didn't dare to approach Han Feiyu.

With Han Feiyu as the center, countless butterflies surround it.

Ed couldn't see it all, only a tiny fraction of what was in front of him.

Still, he was speechless with surprise.

He frowned, and he had the heart to step forward, but he knew that it was destined to be useless.

Knowing that you can't do it is a fool's act.

Since Han Feiyu had the confidence to go alone, he must have ...... There is a certain reliance, just like when facing the blood lord and the weasel rabbit......

If Han Feiyu could fall into that state, it would not be difficult to kill these butterflies.

So, will things turn out like this?

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Han Feiyu didn't know what was going on in the outside world.

In less than ten minutes, he experienced countless illusions, and he experienced all the events in those revenge books one by one, he was a groveling beggar, he was a powerful minister of a very human minister, he was a dangerous emperor, and he was a general who killed all sides.

But the final outcome is death without exception.

Died of betrayal.

Died in vendetta.

Died in an accident.

There were even a few times when he couldn't hold back the grief and indignation in his heart and chose to commit suicide.

He was used to the word death.

The picture in front of me suddenly changed.

He was no longer an eyewitness, but a spectator.

An empty room with a young man sitting in it.

seems to be young, but his eyes seem to contain endless vicissitudes.

His gaze moved slightly, and he suddenly looked at where Han Feiyu was.

Han Feiyu's face was expressionless.

It's nothing more than dying again.

But the young man didn't do anything, just stretched out his palm.

In the palm of his hand, a purple flame rose up.

Seeing that flame, Han Feiyu's gaze was a little puzzled.

This flame is familiar, but when you think about it, you find nothing.

The young man said to himself, "Have you finally found this place?"

Han Feiyu was still expressionless.

The young man shook his head, "Delusion?"

The fire gradually extinguished, and the young man fell back into deep thought.

"Big brother, you always say that there can't be a traitor in the Zhu family, but Xinsheng is well versed in divination, how can the things he testify be false?"

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