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Looking at the past from the highest pavilion in the back mountain of the Han family, the undulations of the distant mountains seem to be a splashed ink landscape, depicting the so-called fairyland on earth.

The mountain behind the Han family, a large courtyard with five rooms and six entrances, a large 'gate' of aconitum and white walls. The cloisters in the courtyard are hooked, and the lattice is carved with 'flowers', which is simple but not simple.

Along the wall are rows of green bamboos, which have taken on a withered yellow color in late autumn. A few towering locust trees, plus a few scattered begonias, can only add a little limited greenery to this slightly bleak courtyard.

In front of the courtyard, in the green bamboo forest, a white 'jade' giant tomb stands majestically, the eaves of the two ends of the giant tomb are erected with a white 'color' glass ball, when the 'yan' yang is straight 'shooting', there seems to be white smoke lingering in the middle of the glass ball, two white 'jade' stone pillars in front of the tomb, hung with snow-white plain 'flower' spirit curtains, swaying in the wind.

The stone pillar on the right side is engraved from top to bottom: "The green mountains and green waters stay long before the heroic spirit of life", and the opposite on the left is: "The pine and green bamboo can comfort the heroic soul after death", and the stele that spans the two stone pillars is the big character of eight dragons flying and phoenix dancing "The blood debt and blood repayment of the Nutian Mausoleum".

On the altar at the front of the Hanbai 'jade' monument, there were three men dressed in black, one of whom was about forty or fifty years old, his arms had been lost, and he was covered in blood, while the other two were fifteen or sixteen teenagers, and these three people were Han Xian's father and son.

Under the altar, there was a group of black-clothed people dressed in linen and filial piety standing in an orderly manner, about a thousand people, at the front of the crowd, a young man with a blood-drenched round human head standing in front of a tomb, silent for a long time.

This young man is Han Feng, and the head he is carrying in his hand is the head of Feng Thunderstorm. （

The autumn wind swept by, bringing a sense of sorrow.

After a short silence, Han Feng came back to his senses, his eyes were full of tears, he first threw the bloody head in his hand onto the altar, then picked up a bundle of paper money, sprinkled it into the air, and immediately shouted: "Clansmen in the tomb, rest in peace!

As soon as Han Feng's shouting fell, the crowd behind him suddenly roared neatly, and the sound was earth-shattering, with great sadness!

With a roar, Han Feng held a blood-red long sword in his hand, slowly soared into the air, and an incomparable murderous aura was released from his body, like an ancient killing god, heading straight for the altar.

"Han Xian, how do you father and son feel when they see this huge tomb in front of you!" Han Feng said coldly in mid-air.

"Impressions?The winner is king, the loser is the villain, that's all!" Hearing this, Han Xian, who was kneeling, suddenly raised his head, stared at Han Feng with hatred in his eyes, and said coldly.

"Until now, you are still obsessed!" Han Feng snorted coldly.

"Obsessed with 'obsessive' and unconscious!" Han Xian looked at Han Feng contemptuously and said coldly: "Will your father and son let us go, if you want to kill, kill us, don't be cowardly!"

"Okay! Very good! You should have died!" Hearing this, Han Feng raised his head and roared, and then with a wave of the long sword in his hand, an extremely powerful blood-red sword light slashed towards Han Xian's father and son as if cutting through this space.

Under the altar, thousands of black-clothed people looked at this blood-colored match with their heads held high, and their eyes were full of 'color' of anticipation.

During the New Year, the Han family was baptized in blood, and many of the dead were their relatives and friends!

And as the masterminds of this blood feud, Han Xian's father and son have already become damned in their eyes!

At this moment, a leisurely flute suddenly sounded in the green bamboo forest, and then, the blood-colored sword that crossed the air dissipated strangely.

"Who is it, get out of here!" In mid-air, Han Feng was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and then his face sank, his eyes turned to the bamboo forest, and he shouted coldly.

"Patriarch Han Shao, calm your anger and finally redeem the full text!"

In the bamboo forest, a beautiful voice like the sound of heaven suddenly sounded, and then, a slender figure suddenly appeared on the altar, this "woman" held a crystal white "jade" flute, light blue "color" dress, long sleeves fluttering, graceful figure, the body is full of "dew" with a light spirit, black and smooth hair is draped behind him at will, endless free and easy, giving people a feeling of fluttering "desire" fairy, like the lotus "flower" blooming in the lotus pond, delicate and graceful, and with a softness, a light blue' The veil of color covered the face, only a pair of dreamy eyes were 'revealed', and at a quick glance, I saw those pupils, with a hazy mist, occasionally flowing out of a breathtaking magic.

Although I haven't found the full picture, it can be expected that this 'woman' is absolutely beautiful and 'glamorous'.

Some special musical instruments, such as the flute and flute, can be used as exclusive weapons for some special spiritual practices. In the Dark Moon Continent, there are some special 'doors' that integrate spiritual power into musical instruments, using sound to defeat the enemy's spiritual skills, and those who are advanced in cultivation can turn sound into power, and send spiritual power through sound 'waves', which can kill the enemy invisibly, which is a powerful group attack technique!

However, because of the extremely high qualifications and musical talents required to cultivate, there were not many cultivators in the Dark Moon Continent.

The Pavilion of the Canglang Empire, the most mysterious "Star Picking Pavilion", is the sect 'door' of this master!

"Good temperament!" Han Feng secretly praised in his heart, the moment he saw this blue-shirted 'girl', it made him feel very familiar and cordial, but Han Feng can be sure that he has never seen this 'girl' in his previous life or in this life!

Han Feng quietly stared at this blue-shirted 'girl', and suddenly, he inexplicably felt that the long-term loneliness in his heart disappeared all at once, this feeling was really wonderfully tight and difficult to describe!

And the blue-shirted 'girl' quietly took two steps on the altar, smiled slightly, and said softly: "Patriarch Han Shao, they deserve to die, but you can't kill them!"

"Who are you?"

"What does it have to do with you when I kill them?" Hearing this, Han Feng's face was solemn and he asked in a deep voice.

"Patriarch Han, it doesn't matter who I am, it's enough for you to know that I have no ill will towards you. "The crisp and touching voice came from the mouth of the 'woman', as melodious as a lark.

"No malice?" Looking at this 'woman', Han Feng said coldly: "Is it understandable that if I kill them, you will make a move?"

The blue-shirted 'girl' nodded: "Young Patriarch Han, I don't want you to regret it!"

Hearing the sound, Han Feng couldn't help but look up to the sky and let out a burst of crazy laughter, the laughter was like a cuckoo crying blood ape's wail, revealing a strong sense of sadness, and everyone who heard it was moved.

"Regret! What do I have to regret! The three of them, father and son, deserve their sins, and they must die!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword in Han Feng's hand brought a blazing flame' wave, and the sharp and crimson sword qi snorted out from the tip of the sword, and the crimson sword qi pierced the air, making a popping sound, and rushed towards the blue-shirted young 'girl'.

"Patriarch Han Shao, why are you bothering!"

"Dementor Finger!"

Looking at Han Feng, who was attacked and killed by the combination of human swords, the blue-shirted 'woman' sighed lightly, and then raised her right hand gracefully, and Qianqian's middle finger slowly pointed out, and the air suddenly 'waved' violently.

Trumpet!

Then, in full view of everyone, Han Feng's whole person suddenly fell from mid-air strangely and smashed on the altar.

"Shh

Looking at this scene, more than a thousand members of the Han family under the altar suddenly gasped together, the mystery and strength of their young patriarch, they have always been proud, but this blue-shirted 'girl' knocked down Han Feng with only one move, if it wasn't for seeing it with their own eyes, absolutely no one would believe it