That was Mr. Yuan, who had fallen into the magma pit, in the information that Lin Xuan had come into contact with before, there was no one who could not die without standing up to the magma, after all, compared to the hot and hot lava, the flesh and blood of human beings was like a moth to a fire, and he would definitely die.

The man in black turned around slowly, and the tip of the short-bladed knife leaked through his 'chest', still showing a dark red 'color' in a high temperature state, bubbling with wisps of heat, wafting out a terrifying smell of blood burned by a soldering iron.

He looked at Mr. Hara with a ghostly look of horror on his face: "How is it possible?" How can it be? How could it be ......"

Mr. Hara pushed back the hat covering his head, and his expression was extremely solemn. Beneath his feet, the falling lava turned into black slag, still emitting heat.

Lin Xuan looked at the boiling magma pit again, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have been able to believe it. No matter whether the temperature in the magma pit is 300 degrees Celsius or 800 degrees Celsius, a living person will be melted away in half a minute, and there will not be even a single bone residue left. However, Mr. Hara did it, and he was reborn from the ashes, like the nirvana of the phoenix, the king of birds. At that moment, Mr. Yuan was as awe-inspiring and inviolable as a god in Lin Xuan's eyes.

The black-clad man's body shook, and he fell to his knees helplessly, his left hand on the ground and his right hand stretched forward, as if trying to grasp the answer from the air.

"Impossible, humanity is completely ...... If you can't do it, it's impossible to escape in the magma...... You're not human, you're not human, you're not ...... ......" he murmured, reaching behind his back, gripped the handle of the short-bladed blade, and tried to pull it out.

Under normal circumstances, when the blade pierces the body, even if it is embedded in the bone, it can be pulled out with a slight force. However, this time the situation was slightly different, it was a sharp blade that had been burned in the magma, not only piercing the flesh and blood of the man in black, but also connecting with his body in the heat of the heat, burning and sealing the punctured blood vessels. From a certain point of view, the damage caused to his body is the lightest, and once it is pulled out, the second trauma bursts out and kills him.

"Of course you can do it, because I have the 'Fire Seal Blade'." Mr. Hara spoke slowly.

Lin Xuan's heart moved, because he knew that the divine sword came from the Japanese shogunate era.

"I'm going to see the knife, I'm going to see ...... Look at the knife...... "The right hand of the man in black was already holding the handle of the knife, and he did not draw the knife, his five fingers rubbed the handle of the knife, and the muscles and flesh on his face kept shaking suddenly. Be the first to update

"The knife is already in you." Mr. Hara replied.

"Sure enough...... The first swordsmith of the shogunate period, Echizen Yasutsugi Kami...... Sure enough, it was the East China Sea Divine Sword...... This knife really exists, so ...... So the legendary blades of the four seals also exist zài, right...... Is it? The black-clothed man's fingers suddenly let go of the hilt, and his right arm fell weakly to the ground, turning into a posture of bowing to Mr. Hara with both knees and palms.

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"That's right." Mr. Yuan nodded, then frowned, took a deep breath, and asked slowly, "I've always been suspicious of 'confusion', and at this time like this, I'm even more sleepy 'confused' to the extreme, aren't you-"

"Yuan ......" Zen Master Humeng called out a word, jumped up, and ran towards Mr. Yuan.

After the fierce battle, it is also a beautiful thing for the old people to meet, but her forward rush is fierce and reckless, and she stumbles under her feet, and she is out of control at all.

"Stop her, stop her!" Instead of raising his hand to greet him, Mr. Hara took a big step back.

Lin Xuan immediately understood what Mr. Yuan meant, swept sideways, grabbed in front of Mr. Yuan, and blocked the pounce of Zen Master Humeng. At the same time, he felt the scorching aura coming from Mr. Yuan's body behind him.

He understood that Mr. Yuan rushed out of the magma pit to assassinate the man in black, and his body temperature had risen to an extremely high temperature, like a pot of hot water that burned to the boiling point, and he could not come into contact with ordinary people.

"Don't be impulsive, don't-" Lin Xuan explained to Zen Master Humeng, but after only saying a few words, he suddenly found that he had clearly grabbed Zen Master Humeng's shoulder, but the weight on his hand was frighteningly light, no more than twenty kilograms at most. You must know that Zen Master Humeng is an adult, and his normal weight is about fifty kilograms, so it is impossible to lose half of it suddenly.

"Hara, remember me...... Remember the appearance of the 'wave' hunting...... No, it's remembering what I was like in this life...... What does this life look like...... ...... look" Zen Master Humeng shouted, the light in his eyes was like a candle in the wind, extinguished in an instant.

Lin Xuan almost couldn't believe what he saw in front of him, the body of the Tiger Dream Zen Master had been divided into two halves horizontally, and what was being held by his hands at the moment was only the front of the body.

"Cang'lang' hunting, is it Cang'lang' hunting, is it what Cang'lang' hunting looks like when it dies?" He understood, and the tragic situation in his mind came to his mind when Miao Jiang Great Gu Refiner Cang' Lang Xiao Hunt died in the No. 76 Demon Cave. Right now, the death of Zen Master Humeng is exactly the same.

Cang'lang Xiao Hunt is the past life in the memory of Zen Master Humeng, she was reborn with the memories of the pain, humiliation, anger, and hatred of her previous life, but she ended her life in the same way.

Lin Xuan's thoughts froze for a moment, he stared at the Tiger Dream Zen Master's blood-stained face, gray-colored and dark eyes, and the stiff and cooled expression of hope and reluctance at the end, and suddenly felt a little 'confused': "Now I'm on the stone beam hanging from the magma or in the murderous chamber of Demon Cave No. 76...... Is it the modern Tiger Dream Zen Master or the 'wave' hunt during World War II? Is the person who has saved in this world a Zen master of Humeng or a small hunter of Cang' waves? They are each other's past and present lives, so which soul is the true Buddha-figure? What I should remember is which name, is it Humeng Zen Master or Cang 'Lang' Xiao Hunting...... Or is it that they all have zài, but they are not really Buddha-figures, but they are another person? ”

In the secret archives of the middle of World War II, Lin Xuan had seen the true record of the assassination of the Nazi Führer by Isin Bo'wa, the first 'female' soldier of the former Soviet Union Special Forces Force.

Isin Bova infiltrated Berlin and used seven squads from the "Dawn Black Diamond", the largest spy network in the former Soviet Union at the time, to set up a very detailed "21-day assassination plan", and finally failed, killing only three stand-ins of the Führer, and falling into the hands of the SS. After being brutally tortured, she was executed by the SS executioners, exactly like the deaths of Cang Lang Xiao Hunter and Tiger Dream Zen Master.

It is precisely because of the thought of Isin 'Bo' that Lin Xuan feels that none of the unique and outstanding figures in the long history will survive for only a few decades or a hundred years. The kind of glorious power stored in their bodies will definitely be reincarnated in an instant with the extinction of their 'flesh' bodies, and they will continue to live in another body, immortal. Updating this as soon as possible may be the true meaning of "the world's heroes are immortal".

Then, the death of people like Cang' Lang Xiao Hunting, Humeng Zen Master, and Isin 'Bo' Wa is not worth regretting, because they will be reborn on another battlefield and contribute their strength to the victory of good over evil and the heroic elimination of evil demons.

In that secret file, Lin Xuan also saw the following content - the former Soviet Union's 'women' soldiers experienced and won the most brutal war in human history with their lives and blood, and more than half of them died on the battlefield or in the German fascist concentration camps. In that year, the Generalissimo issued a general mobilization to the girls of the whole Soviet Union, calling on them to take off the "Bragi", put on the Red Army uniform, and defend the country with youth and blood. As a result, in a short period of time, 800,000 'female' soldiers were assembled in the former Soviet Union and quickly replenished to the various front-line troops. In addition to their health and communications work, they also take on the most dangerous tasks such as snipers, machine gunners, scouts, tank crews and pilots. In the defense of Stalingrad and the capture of Berlin, they were brave and fearless. In 1942, when World War II entered the most intense stage, there were commandos composed of all 'female' soldiers in the front-line troops, and more than 1,000 'female' soldiers who graduated from the 'female' 'shooting' professional school killed more than 10,000 German soldiers during the war.

"They deserve to be remembered forever by peace-loving descendants!" Lin Xuan silently told himself.

This time, Zen Master Humeng died under the knife of the man in black, maybe it was a choice of fate, Mr. Ling Yuan appeared a few minutes late, otherwise it would not be this situation.

"Hold her, help, hold, her!" Mr. Yuan roared in a low voice behind Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan witnessed the tragic death of Cang' 'Lang' Xiao Hunt within an hour, and saw the tragic death of Zen Master Humeng with his own eyes, and then thought of the tragic death of Yi Xin 'Bo' Wa, his eyes were already red with blood, and he just wanted to look up to the sky and roar, and vent all the depression in his 'chest'. However, his throat was choked with tears and anger, and he could not utter a word.

He knew that Mr. Yuan's heart hurt more than his own, because there was a deeper emotional entanglement between the other party and Zen Master Humeng.

"If you kill 10,000 times, you can't ...... Calm the resentment in my heart...... Maybe this is the fate of the Jianghu people...... Ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes, no one can call a lover, an inch of mountains and rivers and an inch of blood, 100,000 young people and 100,000 troops...... It's me, it's me who hurt her, it's me who hurt her......" Mr. Hara whispered in blood.

"I'm honored to ...... Can you die under this knife......" The body of the man in black continued to lean forward, his forehead touched the stone beam, and he turned into a five-body throw.

He killed Zen Master Humeng, and he couldn't compensate for it with death, but this is the rivers and lakes, and anyone's 'sexual' life is attached to some kind of political task. The so-called "two countries contend, each for its own master" is the truth, between different factions, no one cares about right and wrong, only fights for their own beliefs. For example, this man in black, he only fights for the hegemony of the fanged demon, and has exceeded the boundaries of countries and human demons.

"Do you know this knife?" Mr. Hara asked.

"I know that the real name of this sword is Aoi pattern Echizen Yasutsugu, the total length of the blade is one foot and one inch, it was made by the famous swordsmith Echizen Yasutsugu in the Edo period, and was enshrined in Owari Atsuta Jingu as a god, and the two sides are cast with plum patterns and bamboo patterns. Later, Ieyasu gave the name of Tokugawa Aoi pattern, so he changed the inscription to this. This knife was cast in the eleventh year of Keicho, and since the sword was made, it has only been used for worship and has never killed anyone. The voice of the man in black gradually stabilized, but Lin Xuan knew that it was just a prelude to returning to the light.

"So, Fanged Demon, do you die under this sword, do you accept it or not?" Mr. Hara asked word by word.

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