Han Jing comforted him: "I know."

Han Jing knew all Chang Boning's thoughts, but Chang Boning didn't understand him, even if he didn't understand it at all.

He only thought Han Jing was a righteous person with extreme hatred of demons. After learning that Feng Rugu had demonic energy sealed in his body, he was worried that he would use evil to invade the righteous in the future, so he came to wipe out the roots.

He said earnestly: "Mr. Bo Ning understands that the righteous path is to uphold the righteous path. However, the righteous path is born to support the heavenly path, not to survive to eliminate dissidents."

Han Jing really wants to say that my mind is the same as yours.

The so-called way of heaven is the harmony of yin and yang. Only shadow can complement light, and only inverse can complement right.

The righteous path and the evil path originally coexist. When the latter was suppressed to the end and the two could not compete, the righteous path began to last forever internal friction.

Qingliang Valley, which once shed blood for the righteous Taoist, became the first victim of internal friction. In the future, there will be a second, third, and infinite ones.

If you want to be clear and upright in the right path and be liberated from the undeniable obsession with power, the demonic path must never fade easily.

The Bushimen is the demonic power chosen by Han Jing to support.

Feng Ruyuan is the leader of the Unworld Sect that Han Jing needs.

Whether it is his nature, talent, reputation, or his current state of great prosperity, or the protection and help that the 34th among the sects of the world can provide him, he should leave that prison and come to the world.

However, he could not explain his heart to Chang Boning.

He knew clearly how much Chang Boning loved this junior brother.

——If there is really a way to cut off a piece of meat from your heart and not make you suffer too much, I am willing to do anything.

Han Jing's voice was a little light and ethereal, sounding a little weak and a little ethereal: "What the righteous way needs most now is, I know in my heart... Everything I do is something I have been seeking for in my life, and it is not my business..."

As he spoke, his shadow faded and his description became blurred.

Chang Boning finally realized something was wrong. He thought it was not good. He quickly stepped forward and tried to grab his shoulder. The one he grabbed was a cold and delicate bamboo.

...is a "bear"?!

Chang Boning looked down at the place where Han Jing was standing just now, and was upset to find that the blood flowing out of his wound, influenced by his spiritual power, had formed a complete pattern of the zombie formation on the ground!

The so-called "bee" is the technique of changing shapes and souls with the help of external objects. The caster often finds something else and draws a trench array on it. After that, as long as the caster draws another trench array on another place, the two echo each other, the formation can be activated. Even if it is thousands of miles apart, the external objects can exchange positions with the caster.

This is the escape method he had planned long ago!

He used the shoulders that the fusanthemum flower pierced through, and used the time he talked with him to draw a small array of zombies under his feet without knowing it!

When Chang Boning discovered that all his soul had been removed, and he didn't know where he went, only the foreign object he used as a "pit" was left, and he was still in place.

A lush bamboo stands under the morning light, with the whistle and whistle of bamboo leaves, which makes Chang Boning look familiar, and can't remember where he has seen such a good bamboo.

He was confused for a moment, unable to tell the difference between good and evil of this person, and was even more uneasy about whether this person would go to other people in the Tao.

When he carefully observed the bamboo and wanted to find some clues about his identity, Chang Boning discovered something abnormal.

...A message was sent on a bamboo leaf with blood.

Chang Boning was about to pick the leaves, but suddenly he felt a foreign object in his hair. After taking it down, he saw a pure white flower blooming on the slanted bamboo branches. The flowers were taken from more than a dozen kinds of snow-white petals such as gardenia, jasmine, and white peony. The center was reddish. It was a blood-stained white fusanthemum, which was a wonderful scene of cutting clouds and dripping snow dipped in cinnabar.

He held the flower in his right hand and picked the bamboo leaves with the words written on it.
Chapter completed!