Chapter 21 The so-called friendship

(Third update, please collect!!)

Zhang Yan stood on one side and slowly adjusted his slightly wheezing breathing.

In the killing just now, he waved the sword in his hand like a madman, and the surging hatred accumulated due to Yue Yunshi's death turned into the most murderous attack and released in the throat of each enemy.

Since he stepped into the world of cultivation, he has never felt so sound.

In the past few decades, he has almost always tried his best to escape, avoiding waves of enemy strangulation, from Qian Yuzong, from under the island in the middle of the lake, from the jungle of the sword world...

He had too much resentment, helplessness, bitterness, helplessness... After experiencing all kinds of pursuit, he never dared to relieve the tension in his heart a little, because he was afraid of death.

He is afraid of death, can no longer calm the endless hatred in his heart, and can no longer kill those hateful and despicable enemies with his own hands, so he dares not die!

How much bitterness is contained in it?

Only he knows these, and he can only face them by himself. It is impossible to share them with others at all.

Today, he finally has his own strength, no longer as weak as before. Today, he got what he wanted and killed many enemies!

But Zhang Yan is still not satisfied.

Those people can torture and kill him for decades, and of course he will return it at ten times the cost!

However, there are nearly 80 deity monks in front of them. What should they do in the face of such a terrible group of forces?

There is still a strong blood in the air, just like the rotten smell of the swamp after the winter rain, which is extremely unpleasant and depressing.

I don't know when the sky overhead was covered by thick dark clouds, and with the dazzling arc, the hurricane suddenly ravaged the sky and the earth.

The dark world, the vast and tragic battlefield, the two groups of people have never spoken, but the smell of killing in the air is getting stronger and stronger.

Most of the monks on Zhang Yan's side consume a lot of real yuan. No matter how high their cultivation is, no one is sure to win in the face of the many enemies in front of them.

On the other hand, whether it is Xuanting of Dongfumen or the fierce cold of Zhongtu Hengyuezong, they are full of breath and full of energy. Obviously, they did not take action in the battle just now, but retained all their strength!

It is not difficult to guess that they just want to wait for the arrival of this moment, wait for Zhang Yan and others to become tired teachers and kill them with their full strength!

Almost everyone knows these things, but Zhang Yan still can't help feeling cold.

How can these monks be ruthless one by one?

They would rather watch their subordinates die under others indifferently, and would rather exchange the lives of their disciples in exchange for the consumption of the enemy's Zhenyuan. They... What a fierce and decisive heart!

Faced with these monks who are almost as good as beasts in order to get the treasure of Buddha and demons, Zhang Yan can no longer describe his mood in words.

is resentment, anger, or... Sad?

"Brother Yan, are you thinking about my father and mother?"

Seeing Zhang Yan's uncertain expression, Zhang Baocai comforted him in a low voice: "Don't worry, I have gone to Hanlou City to settle them. Even if we die, they can live well..."

Zhang Yan was shocked and looked at Zhang Baocai in consternation. From his cousin's words, he faintly sensed a trace of bad feeling, as if everyone had a dying heart for the current situation...

Zhang Yan took a deep breath, glanced over the cheeks of the people beside him, and suddenly squeezed his lips and said, "Don't worry, we won't die, even if... Hand over the Buddha's treasure."

"Confused!" Zengfuzi scolded softly, "A man would rather die than surrender. It's better to die than die in exchange for the treasure of Buddha and demons!"

"Yes, it's better to be broken jade than tile." Wang Daoqi also sighed gently and said, "I know you are not afraid of death, but you should understand that some things cannot be compromised, such as now."

Both are from Confucianism. The integrity of sacrificing their lives for righteousness and dying has long been maintained for thousands of years. In the face of Zhang Yan's proposal, they took the lead in rejecting it.

"Oh, damn it, it's yours. Why do you compromise it to others? Although Lao Dao practiced a light and incompetence method, this obsession has not gone away, and he still resolutely disagrees with this matter. The empty real god said a lot, but a trace of him has also been revealed.

The six people in Qingyi and the four leaders of the Underworld Prison also spoke one after another. The dignity of the superiors should not make them suffer such a great humiliation, nor do they agree.

At this time, only Chu Xiushui did not speak.

She stood there quietly and looked straight at Zhang Yan. Her jaw was slightly too high and said quietly, "I have never bowed to anyone since I was a child. Today, too."

When Zhang Yan heard the words, he couldn't help but feel a trace of shame in his heart.

He knew that the reason why these people did this was mostly for themselves. They could fall here for themselves and did not want to escape. How could this friendship not move him?

People are not plants, who can be ruthless. Zhang Yan is not a ruthless killing machine, or he will not want to hand over the whereabouts of the treasure of Buddha and demons in order to save everyone's lives.

Now, he understands everyone's thoughts, instantly abandons other distracting thoughts, and looks directly at the many deity enemies standing in front of him. There is only endless calmness and extreme fighting spirit in his eyes.

Since everyone doesn't want to survive, they will fight vigorously and fight vigorously. Even if they die, they will pull a few cushions!

"Hmm, don't drink!"

Xuanting shouted coldly, and the words of Zhang Yan and others naturally fell into their ears. Seeing that they were unwilling to compromise even if they died, they were now decisively said, "Guys, the agreement we have just reached remains unchanged. Kill them. Let's sit together again and finalize the details of the partition of the Buddha's treasure, how about that?"

"This is a wonderful move!" Others echoed.

Xuanting smiled coldly at Zhang Yan and others. He looked like he was planning to say something, but was interrupted by a crisp voice.

"Hee, what kind of Buddha and demon treasure, why don't I know?"

With the sound, a golden halo suddenly lit up above Zhang Yan's head, like wolf smoke, instantly piercing the thick dark cloud above his head and sprinkled a golden glow between heaven and earth.

A child appeared on top of Zhang Yan's head. He bent a pair of crescent eyes with dark eyes, a pair of shallow dimples on his white face, braided his head to the sky, a golden collar on his neck, and a red gold-rimmed belly pocket on his small body. At this time, he was looking at Zhang Yan with a smile and said crisply: "Zhang Yan My apprentice, I haven't seen you for decades, but I miss you as a teacher?"

He is a little lotus!

Lianbao is the artifact of Lingbao Jinlian, and Zhang Yan, who was threatened and forced by many monks under the rescue of Wanzhong Mountain, and taught Zhang Yan the Prajna Glass Sutra and the Great Unparareal Buddha Sutra, laying a solid foundation for Zhang Yan.

When Zhang Yan left the Linglong pagoda, Xiaolianbao and the demon slept in Zhang Yan's Dantian field at the same time. Decades passed. In the world of swords, the demon woke up. At that time, Zhang Yan thought that Xiaolianbao also woke up, but he didn't expect that he woke up at today's crisis.

He couldn't help but lose his voice and said in surprise, "Little Lianbao!?"

A pair of dimples appeared on Lianbao's little face and said happily, "Of course it's me. The devil is awake. Don't you allow me to wake up too?"

Qingyi and others around Zhang Yan looked at the little boy above Zhang Yan's head. Although they judged that the little boy was an artifact, the strength of the little boy made them unable to see through at all, and even they felt a trace of solemn peace from the little boy, but they did not dare to invade a trace of thick breath!

Who is this little guy?!

Xuan Ting and other nearly 80 deity monks couldn't help but be stunned when they saw Lianbao appear.

Only the spiritual treasure of heaven and earth has a spirit. Is it that this little guy's body is also a spiritual treasure of heaven and earth?

For a moment, their eyes became extremely greedy, and they couldn't wait to swallow Xiaolianbao alive.

Xiao Lianbao seemed to notice these evil eyes, gently stood up three feet, his little face was stiff, and he shouted crisply, "One by one, they are obviously some villains who are so bad that their heads and feet are purulent. Today, I, Lianbao will replace the Buddha and return a quietness in the world!"

With the voice, hundreds of millions of dazzling golden light suddenly scattered from Xiao Lianbao's body, and a lotus-like halo slowly suspended behind his head.

At this time, how could he still think of a little child? The magnificent solemn atmosphere on his body made almost suffocate everyone's breath!

What a magnificent Buddha light!

PS: A while ago, there was a brother who wondered why the demon woke up and Lianbao didn't appear? Cough, it appears now. Are you happy?