Chapter 48 The End of War
(Third update! Finished, the last time I asked for a collection...)
As soon as this figure composed of hundreds of millions of dazzling golden glows and black glows appeared, the two strange and horrible breaths gushed out of its body surprised everyone.
Looking carefully, I saw that his left body was golden, but his right body rolled with black light. And his eyes, one is like a golden black, and the golden electric cloud is extinguished in it; the other is like a black gem, with stars and black light sprinkled all over it.
And there is a huge dazzling halo in the void behind it.
The eight dragons and ten Luohans are guarded on the left; the night fork evil spirits and the evil demons are on the right.
One left and one right, the halo becomes its own sky!
"It's Zhang Yan!"
"It doesn't seem to be him..."
"He...he..."
The people who knew Zhang Yan on the scene were surprised. Because the billions of light on the figure were too dazzling, they could not be sure whether the figure was Zhang Yan or not.
But it is undeniable that since the appearance of this figure, the two breaths gushed out of him instantly shocked everyone present!
The golden glow is like a bright golden wheel, and the vast and peaceful atmosphere seems to calm people's mood at once; while the black glow is extremely domineering, which makes people can't help trembling and dare not force them to look at it.
These two very different breaths appeared on a person, making the people present feel irritable and stuffy, and the atmosphere became messy.
Everyone was shocked again, and the breath alone disturbed their Taoist mind. How horrible should such a cultivation be?
"Who are you?"
The old man's bottomless eyes condensed, and there was a trace of solemnity in his voice.
"Hmm."
This figure hummed coldly and ignored the immortal from the fairyland. He reached out and grabbed it. Zhang Baocai, Xiaohuzi, Lan Xuehen and Lin'er beside Haotian suddenly disappeared, and the next moment they appeared in front of the figure.
Seeing this scene, Haotian's face couldn't help changing dramatically. He was only one step away from Zhang Baocai, but he didn't notice a trace of spiritual fluctuation, and the figure grabbed the four people away...
Not only Haotian, but everyone present was shocked. As soon as they lifted it, they rescued four people in front of the monks in the great perfection of the Mahayana period. Such a means can no longer be mastered by human monks!
There was also a trace of surprise in the immortal's eyes, and he didn't seem to figure out what kind of magic power it was.
"Bao Cai, who broke your leg bone?"
The four Zhang Baocai were looking at the hundreds of millions of shining figures scattered in front of them. Suddenly, they heard this familiar voice and couldn't help trembling.
Zhang Baocai couldn't help shouting excitedly, "Brother Yan, you're finally here!"
Of course, this person is Zhang Yan. Since he unconsciously ingested Amitabha Buddha's meritorious relics and the magic crystal of the Great Demon Lord in the exquisite pagoda, in essence, he is no longer a single Zhang Yan, but a freak who restores the memory of Amitabha Buddha and the Great Demon Lord.
You can call him Zhang Yan, and you can also call him Amitabha Buddha, the Great Demon Lord...
Zhang Baocai screamed and instantly confirmed Zhang Yan's identity, but a bigger doubt came to his mind. Zhang Yan was originally a monk in the late Yuanying period. He had only seen him for months. How could his cultivation become so powerful?
The moment Li Yang and Chu Xiushui saw Zhang Yan, their eyes suddenly lit up, bursting out a trace of brilliance, and their eyes could no longer be separated from Zhang Yan.
They didn't know Zhang Yan's encounter in the Linglong pagoda, and Zhang Yan did not explain it to them. At this time, he just stretched out his lingering golden left hand and gently patted Zhang Baocai, and then said, "With me, you just need to tell me who broke your bones."
Zhang Baocai was patted by his left hand and suddenly felt that a warm and abundant air flowed into his body. Not only did his leg recover from his injury, but even his cultivation soared by 20% in the blink of an eye!
It seemed that he couldn't believe it. He was stunned for a long time before he remembered Zhang Yan's words, and then his expression suddenly became ferocious. He pointed to the old man next to the green cow and gritted his teeth and said, "It's him, this bullshit fairy who suddenly appeared. He not only broke my legs, but also killed Uncle Hong!"
"Uncle Hong..."
Zhang Yan thought hard and instantly remembered that the 'Uncle Hong' in Zhang Baocai's mouth was his old blacksmith Hong Daquan!
A strong murder suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart, but before he could react, a crisp voice suddenly came from his ear, "Mom, is this the uncle?"
Zhang Yan was stunned and turned her head, but saw Lan Xuehen holding a four or five-year-old child looking at herself in her arms, as if she had noticed her eyes. She turned her head in a panic and dared not look over again.
A trace of complexity suddenly appeared in his heart. It can't be said that it was sweet or bitter. The scenes of that year once again appeared in his mind very clearly...
He clearly remembers that when the Lan family and Lan Xuehen parted, she once raised her head and closed her eyes like a girl who fell in love, waiting for herself to kiss her...
At that time, he was really moved and almost kissed him.
She said she would wait for herself, and if she couldn't wait, she would find herself at the ends of the earth.
But now...
"Mom, you haven't told Lin'er, is he that uncle?" Lin'er shook Lan Xuehen's arm childishly and asked.
Lan Xuehen has already knocked over the five-flavor bottle in his heart, and he just hummed casually when he heard the words.
When Lin'er heard her mother's reply, she blinked her eyes at Zhang Yan and wondered, "Is this uncle's heart really cruel?" The word 'very cruel' is extremely difficult to speak. In order to make it clear, Lin'er intensified her tone on these two words.
Lan Xuehen quickly covered his son's mouth and scolded, "Lin'er, don't talk nonsense. It's this uncle who saved us. He is a good man."
Zhang Yan sighed softly in his heart, looked at Lin'er and asked, "Is he your son?"
As soon as this words came out, Chu Xiushui and Li Yang also pricked up their ears and unconsciously tightened their bodies.
Lan Xuehen looked at Lin'er softly and whispered, "Yes, Lin'er is my son. I forgot to tell you that I got married five years ago..."
Zhang Yan took a deep breath and smiled, "Well... congratulations."
At this time, he suddenly noticed a trace of airflow fluctuation in the air, and couldn't help frowning and waved a golden glow.
Touch!
The void above Zhang Yan's head was hit by Jin Xia, and suddenly a superb green cow appeared.
"Hmm, good beast, not looking for death!"
Zhang Yan snorted coldly and didn't see his movements. A wisp of Jinxia suddenly entangled the green cow that wanted to escape, and then Jin Xia flashed and poured into the young man's body.
Wo~~
The green cow suddenly let out a painful roar, and its limbs swing randomly, as if it were suffering from the pain of burning muscles and bones.
"How dare you hurt even Ben Xian's mount?"
The old man looked cold and shouted loudly. Originally, when he saw that Zhang Yan was talking with Lan Xuehen and seemed to be unprepared, he had the idea of a sneak attack. In order not to attract the attention of others, he drove the mount Qingniu to attack, but unexpectedly, he was not only found by Zhang Yan, but even Qingniu was trapped. How could he not be angry?
He is an immortal in the fairyland. He is a little reluctant to come to the mortal world like an unopened land, and he thinks that no one in the ancient continent is one of his group.
But after witnessing Zhang Yan's vision and the two strange breaths, somehow, he, a fairy, was also a little uneasy. If not, how could he make such a despicable act of sneak attack with the dignity of immortals?
"I will not only smash this beast, but also pull away your immortal body, soul, and suppress the spiritual blood prison!"
The old man's eyes condensed and said in a low voice, "How do you know that this fairy is the body of a mysterious fairy? Who are you?"
Zhang Yan said disdainfully, "You are a little Xuanxian, and you don't deserve to know my identity!"
The old man laughed angrily and didn't see his movements, with an extra dazzling one-foot long whip in his hand.
The handle of the whip is wrapped in gold wire, and various auspicious beasts are surging up. The whip body seems to be made of gold, full of dense ancient patterns, and there is a virtual shadow like a golden dragon coiled around the long whip, shooting out the extremely surging fairy spirit. As soon as he appeared in front of everyone, the heavy breath of the fairy style instantly permeated the whole world.
"Fairy! It's a fairy weapon!"
Even if the people present don't know the goods, they can guess that the magic weapon in the hands of the fairy must be a fairy weapon.
"Arrogant junior, let me die!"
After the old man shouted, the long whip in his hand shook, and the whip suddenly became more than ten feet long, coiled around a golden dragon and devoured Zhang Yan.
When this whip hit, a powerful shock wave gushed out like a hurricane, sweeping the sky, and the void shattered inch by inch, revealing huge cracks. The people present were all shocked by this amazing scene and hurriedly took out their powerful defense weapons to resist the damage of the shock wave.
How should Zhang Yan resist under such an attack?
They looked at Zhang Yan and immediately saw the picture that shocked them physically and mentally.
The black glow on Zhang Yan's body suddenly faded, but the golden glow suddenly soared, and the light flashed brilliantly, instantly shining through the heavens and worlds. In contrast, the brilliance released by the old man's golden whip suddenly became dark and bleak.
Under this golden glow, the halo behind Zhang Yan's head is like a sharp blade breaking the veil, unfolding layer by layer, faintly revealing all kinds of scenes hidden in it: eight heavenly dragons roam among them, the heavenly arhats stand with magic weapons, and the sound of Sanskrit Zen is sprinkled down, like a realm of blissm.
"That's the supreme Buddha of Bliss - Amitabha!" Jia Ye looked so excited that he couldn't help shouting.
And as soon as he spoke, Zhang Yan, who was like a brilliant golden Buddha, gently stretched out a hand and grabbed the golden whip that was swallowed down like twisting a flower.
Then the golden light flashed, and the golden whip broke inch by inch!
Without waiting for everyone to be frightened, Zhang Yan patted his right hand, and the dragon wrapped around the golden whip let out a wail and turned into thousands of fragments and completely disappeared.
si~
All the monks present were shocked to the extreme.
Puff!
The old man's fairy weapon was destroyed, spit out a large mouthful of blood, and his face became extremely pale. He looked at Zhang Yan in horror and hissed, "Who are you and who are you!"
The golden light on Zhang Yan's body converge, and then the black glow soared, rolling black light around his body, hunting clothes, and long hair fluttering.
And the halo behind his head also turned into a black light, and the night fork evil spirits roared endlessly, and all kinds of demons fluttered, a purgatory atmosphere.
At this time, his breath suddenly became domineering, and his eyes flashed with cold and ruthless light.
"How...how is it possible! It turned out to be the emperor-heaven-great-demon-zun!"
Zichen shouted as loudly as Jia Ye just now.
"I said that I will crush your flesh and soul in the blood prison!"
A cold smile appeared at the corners of Zhang Yan's mouth, and then gently grabbed the front with his big hand. He saw that the immortal's old man's cheeks in the distance suddenly became extremely frightened. His eyes were round and his mouth was wide open, and then his body suddenly exploded into thousands of fragments.
And Zhang Yan's hand was full of glory and shouted softly: "Six reincarnations, who dares to stop me from capturing the dead?"
With the sound and his movements, the old man's three souls appeared in the dark light in an instant, and the black light flashed and then blinked.
A fairy was destroyed by Zhang Yan's hand during this breath, and his soul was forced to stay from the six reincarnations. How could such a terrible method be?
Everyone couldn't help shaking. At this time, Zhang Yan was like the most domineering and ruthless supreme monarch, and a look could make people collapse in an instant.
In particular, Haotian and the 40,000 virtual monks behind them were so scared by the scene in front of them that they couldn't wait to escape from this place quickly and avoid this demon who was more horrible than the immortals.
"What do they do?" Zhang Yan asked coldly.
"They said that Brother Yan was lucky to become an immortal and came to catch you." When Zhang Baocai saw this scene, how could there be no reason not to fall into the well? He was caught by Haotian and tortured so much that he couldn't wait to eat his meat!
Zhang Yan said coldly, "You still want to become immortals. Humph, even if God let you become immortals, I will enter the fairyland, beat you down to the earth one by one, and suffer the way of animal reincarnation!"
Haotian's face was extremely defeated, and he said in fear, "I... I don't want to be lucky anymore. Please, please let me go."
Zhang Yan looked shamelessly at Haotian, who had no backbone at all, and said coldly, "Let you go? No, I'm going to throw you into the spiritual blood prison and let those resentments who have been hungry for 100,000 years swallow you in one bite!"
With the sound, Zhang Yan suddenly shot endless black light in his hand, like night, covering thousands of miles in an instant. Haotian, who was in the dark light, and the 40,000 Xujie monks behind him were all submerged in it. Then they blinked and disappeared out of thin air, without even a trace of scream.
So far, 100,000 monks and Haotian, the master of the world, have all fallen!
That's it——
Is it over?
The Buddhists, demons and practitioners present were stunned.
The extremely violent airflow in the air seemed to have been swept away by an invisible hand, and the heaven and earth returned to its original calmness, and even a piece of sunset appeared in the sky accompanied by a bloody sun.
After finishing these, Zhang Yan's black light converged and restored his previous cold and beautiful appearance, with a warm smile on his lips, as if he suddenly returned to the simple teenager and optimistic little hunter at the age of 16...
The pace is long, slowly approaching the people who care about themselves.
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Xiao Xiaohuang Yeyu, practice Zen front
The road of misfortune and blessing in Jinnian is really like my own
Yu Jinghua's New Year, this wonderful lotus
Book hatred is empty and self-loaded, Yuanyuan's love is cute
——the end of this book
PS: Is the end in a hurry? I don't think it's still crazy in my mind and I can't calm down. If it's really rushed, I will consider writing a few postscripts...
Cough, do you remember this poem? It's my hidden poem.
Sing upright.......
Well, I will write a broken article while it's hot later and sigh.