The seven deadly sins are the original sins of human beings. When resentment ferments to a certain level, especially when it is vented in the form of the human soul, an unexpected scene will appear. Just like what Haotian is seeing now

As expected, within the entire Zhou family manor, a wave of resentment and resentment seemed to have triggered countless brain waves, and began to form a powerful soul backlash in the void.

The brain waves of mortals have certain wavelengths. Once these terrifying brain waves are touched, they will be swallowed up immediately. There are no ghosts and gods in this world, but such miraculous things cannot help people believe it. At least Zhou Daoming was dumbfounded.

.But looking at Haotian’s shriveled face, Zhou Dao

Ming couldn't help laughing wildly, and his laughter was a little unscrupulous: "Hahahaha, hahahaha, it turns out that there are things in this world that you are afraid of! You executioners, don't even think about walking out of Zhou's house, just wait.

Just wait! You will be buried with me as a sacrificial object, a sacrificial object!"

Haotian moved his fingers lightly, trembling subconsciously, and pinched Zhou Daoming's neck, but he didn't use any force.

In the bright red sky, ghosts' auras, wails, and roars floated everywhere. They seemed to be venting their unwillingness and resentment. This is what ignorant people often say, turning into ghosts. These sharp ghosts

The screams shook the entire Jiaxing Lake, making the night tremble with them.

"Fight quickly, don't be reluctant to fight!" Haotian sent a message and ordered indifferently. The eyes of Haotian's team were not like humans at the same time, and they swept towards the sky. Another wave of red clouds was stirred up, but it was still the same.

The scene did not change at all. This made Haotian a little embarrassed.

The most powerful thing in the human race, besides wisdom, is the power of mind. And mind power is divided into good and evil. With faith as the power of mind, it is naturally powerful, but sorrow is unwilling to appear. When they are gathered together, it is a more violent force. It is almost incompetent.

Not even a great master can compete with it.

I don’t know since when, in the quiet sky of the Zhou family, I remembered the high-pitched Sanskrit sounds, the bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and the golden light. Those golden Buddhist imprints emanated from the mouth and gradually condensed to form golden ten thousand characters.

It was like a huge net condensed in the sky above the Zhou family manor.

Since Patriarch Bodhidharma preached to the East, Buddhism has become an indispensable part of Eastern culture. However, in today's high-tech society, everyone seems to have forgotten the power that the mysterious Buddhism can exert. Then

This powerful force of orthodoxy, the golden light of Buddhism, like the sun hanging in the night sky, is constantly dispelling the haze and bringing peace to the world.

Zhongzheng, peace, and indescribable kindness. One voice, one sentence, the Great Compassion Mantra, passed from the corner of someone's mouth above the Blue Lake, and the entire lake began to ripple gently. It seemed that these words communicated between heaven and earth.

of resentment, or perhaps the golden light of Buddhism has become a powerful message to suppress the haze.

Anyway, the resentment and anger that existed in the darkness, and the powerful mental power that grew in the darkness, were exposed to the golden light and disappeared into the night sky little by little.

The wind was still blowing, but the shrill howl had gradually disappeared. The entire Blue Lake once again fell into a deathly calm. In the awning boat, the sound of a piano was accompanied by the words from the corner of Chen Yufan's mouth.

The smile gradually fades away, but the splendor of this night is just a glimpse, but it makes people intoxicated.

Above the Zhou family, the Buddha's light disappeared, and a slightly magnetic voice sounded faintly, saying: "Haotian, come back, come back!"

The Haotian team were all immersed in the glory of Buddhism just now, and finally came back to their senses. After hearing the message from the young master, they immediately arranged their clothes and saluted respectfully in the direction of the Blue Lake: "Yes, young master, we are

Just go back!"

Looking at Zhou Daoming who was picked up by him, Haotian sneered and thought to himself: The young master is indeed omnipotent. With a pale face, the color in Zhou Daoming's bright eyes has gradually faded away. Haotian

Smiling gloomily, he asked: "Zhou Daoxiong's cultivation is pretty good, he should have come from the Shaolin Temple!"

Zhou Daoming said nothing. However, Haotian seemed to be talking to himself: "I know even if you don't tell me, that palm just now should be the Buddhist Mahamudra."

"Since you know, why bother asking?" Zhou Daoming knew he would die, so he closed his eyes and stopped talking. He just waited quietly for death. However, no matter how cruel a person is, he didn't wait until the moment before his death. It turned out that he was still

Afraid of death. Even Zhou Daoming is no exception.

The sweat in the corners of his eyes had betrayed him. Fear, horror, fear, all these were clearly imprinted on Haotian's eyes. The smile in the corners of Haotian's eyes became more and more mocking, with an inscrutable, like iron pincers.

The same fingers slowly loosened, and then he looked at Zhou Daoming for a while: "If you don't want to die, don't think about revenge!"

Haotian warned, just a faint warning.

Just like that, the black windbreaker quickly disappeared into the darkness, and wild laughter came from the howling wind, unbridled. There was no contempt or contempt in the laughter, and some were just unspeakable.

He was cheerful. He didn't look like a killer who had just committed a murder. He was so clean that he didn't seem to be a human being.

Looking at these figures fading away in a daze, Zhou Daoming's whole body began to tremble. He no longer had the strength he had just before, and he leaned his limp body on the railing of Zhu Yumu next to him. He took a big mouth.

He was panting heavily, and there was an inexplicable fear and faint doubt emanating from his brows.

He didn't know why the great master suddenly stopped killing, whether it was because of his luck or something else.

But the only thing he knows now is that he survived, indeed he survived. He looked up at the night sky again, calm, with the slightest breeze, and the willow leaves in the wind were gently swaying. He once again turned his eyes to the things in the courtyard that were not yet alive.

The blood mist completely dissipated, and there was a hint of resentment and hatred in Zhou Daoming's eyes.

But even so, after escaping from death, he still felt a sense of clarity, beauty and some disbelief.
Chapter completed!