The crane's wings, the vicious white crane covered with flowing fire and holes, fell into the grass again.
Thick smoke was rising all over its body, its feathers seemed to be stained with lava and fire water, and its body released a pungent smell of sulfur.
It shakily tried to stand up on its two slender crane legs, and wanted to spread its wings and fly high again.
But its two crane legs were also covered with scars at this moment, and they couldn't bear the weight of its body.
"Crack!"
It collapsed in the grass again.
"You little bitch! How dare you offend your Grandpa He, I won't let you go!"
It was still screaming and cursing obscenely.
Pang Jian came with a spear.
Seeing that it was seriously injured and dying, Pang Jian flew down from the top of the silver spear and landed in front of it with the ice-glazed shield on his head.
Pang Jian's left hand suddenly stretched out from the hood and grabbed its long neck.
Pang Jian, who had had enough of it, slapped the plush cheeks on both sides of its pointed beak with his right hand, making a "slap" sound.
The fire was flying!
"Dog thief!"
"Pop!"
"Untouchables from the lower world!"
"Pop!"
As long as it dared to say a word, Pang Jian would slap its beak so hard that its beak was deformed and the down on both sides became bald.
This evil-doing white crane was slapped dozens of times in the mouth by Pang Jian, until its beak was numbed.
Finally, it, which had always made filthy remarks, shut up.
"You answer whatever I ask, do you understand?"
Pang Jian grabbed its neck, turned its eyes filled with endless hatred towards him, and said, "Where did you come from?"
Bai He, who had no more energy left, lowered his head, opened his mouth and shot a bloody arrow at Pang Jian.
"puff!"
The blood arrows pierced Pang Jian's shield, but failed to penetrate.
Pang Jian's face turned cold, and he slapped him a few more times. The slaps made Bai He's neck twist, and he soon died.
"I, I come from... the pure land in the west. I am the sacred crane of the pure land!"
It no longer dared to insult Pang Jian, but glared at Pang Jian with vicious eyes, weakly roaring: "The master I serve is the new saint of the Pure Land! She is the girl of destiny, the fourth There is no such thing as a cultivation genius in the world for thousands of years!"
"On the day she left the Fourth Realm, the bones of Lord Tianfeng, our bird's spiritual belief, suddenly disintegrated, and she was chosen as the inheritor."
"Her dantian spiritual sea is formed by a natural thunder vortex, which is most suitable for practicing thunder spells!"
"The old thunder dragon who deserves death was an accomplice in attacking Lord Tianfeng, so Lord Tianfeng chose her. Lord Tianfeng wanted to help her become a god with the Way of Thunder, and asked her to kill the old thunder dragon. Seize the sacred road that has been occupied for thousands of years!"
"The master I serve is famous for her protection from the Pure Land, but it won't be long before her reputation spreads throughout the purgatory worlds!"
"My master……"
Bai He threatened with a fierce look.
Pang Jian listened silently, frowned, and murmured: "A cultivation wizard in the fourth realm was born with Lei Wu. On the day he left the fourth realm, the Tianfeng Divine Bones suddenly disintegrated and shattered..."
"Boom! Boom!"
Pang Jian's heart beat like thunder.
It was holding Bai He's neck, but because of its excitement, it accidentally used too much force.
"Ugh! Ouch!"
The white crane screamed and could no longer make a complete sound.
Pang Jian was breathing heavily, and his eyes shone with a light that frightened Bai He. He looked at Bai He with a scary look, and shouted: "What is the name of the master you serve?!"
Bai He, whose neck was slightly relaxed, screamed in fear and said a familiar name: "Pang, Pang Lin!"
Pang Jian was shocked.
He casually threw the dying white crane aside like trash, and looked at the sky with extremely complicated emotions.
There were clouds and mist above his head, and his gaze seemed to penetrate everything, as if he was looking at the first continent of Xiyang.
Pang Lin is there!
"Surprisingly, unexpectedly..."
Pang Jian, who had always been taciturn and unsmiling, looked at the foggy sky and grinned.
"Ha ha!"
He was breathing heavily when he laughed, and tears burst out from the corners of his eyes. He smiled like a ferocious beast that had been suppressed for a long time and finally broke free from the prison that bound his body and mind!
"I didn't expect that she, she..."
Pang Jian spoke incoherently, words that he could not understand.
It turns out that the sister I have been worried about is not only still alive, but has also become the saint of the Western Pure Land and the owner of this white crane!
He also became the master of all "Tianfeng Divine Guards" like Dong Tianze!
A heavy burden deep in his heart suddenly relaxed, making Pang Jian feel that the whole world has become wider, and that every plant and tree in the world has become beautiful.
"You little thief, are you scared? I..."
Bai He proudly wanted to say a few more threatening words.
Pang Jian, who was looking at the misty sky, suddenly lowered his head. There was a strange smile on his lips, and he looked at Bai He with a strange look.
Bai He, who was frightened by him, felt a chill in his heart, and swallowed all the threatening words that followed.
"You collected the streaks of golden lightning with withered bones, but you plan to take them back and dedicate them to your master?"
Pang Jian asked pleasantly.
His sudden change of attitude not only did not reassure the white crane, but also made the white crane a little suspicious.
Bai He said warily: "Boy, you are just an outer disciple of Jianlou. You can't afford to offend me, let alone the master behind me!"
"Stop talking nonsense, let me ask you if you want to dedicate it to your master?"
Pang Jian glared at it.
"yes!"
Bai He raised his chest slightly and put on a loyal posture: "Only my master can analyze and refine the thunder Tao Yun contained in these golden lightnings. Her greatest enemy in this world is destined to be the one from the Dragon Cave. The old thunder dragon, that’s why Lord Tianfeng chose her.”
"My master!"
The white crane wants to sing praises again.
"okay."
Pang Jian interrupted the nonsense that was about to become meaningless, squinted at the extremely serious injuries on its body, and after thinking about it, pressed the palm of his right hand to the most serious wound.
"You little bastard, I answered everything, but you still want to kill me!"
"I knew I was going to die, and I will scold you to death!"
"Even if I die, the Pure Land will not let you go, and my master will not let you go! Jianlou, Luo Yuan, I will remember you!"
"..."
Bai He, who only thought that Pang Jian was going to kill him, was afraid that he would not curse a few words before he died, and the dirty words spewed out like a fountain like a fountain.
But this time, Pang Jian didn't slap it in the mouth.
"It's over, it's really over. He won't even fight. I'm really dead now..."
The white crane whined mournfully and prepared to die.
But found...
A force that contained a vigorous life force poured into the most serious wound from Pang Jian's palm, connecting all the broken meridians under the wound.
"Hoo! Hoo!"
The life force as thick as water dissipated in its body along the wounds and immediately began to heal all its injured parts!
Bai He looked at Pang Jian with blank eyes, and stopped all the swear words in his mouth.
After a while.
After regaining a little strength, it was shaken and said proudly: "Haha, kid, you have figured it out, right? Now you know, the person behind me, Master He, the sect behind me, Master He, It’s definitely not someone you, a mere disciple of the Sword Tower’s outer sect, can provoke!”
"It's not too late. After all, Lord He is still alive. Lord He, I don't remember the faults of villains."
"You are innocent because you don't know. Seeing that you know your mistakes and can correct them, I plan to be lenient and not care about your previous pursuit of Mr. He and me."
It finally stood upright slowly.
Part of its jet-black feathers fell off and fell to the ground. Due to the continuous injection of life force and its own strangeness, it spawned new feathers.
"Luo Yuan, right?"
It was very satisfied with what Pang Jian was doing now, narrowed his eyes and nodded proudly, and said kindly: "You are not bad, you are different from those little bastards from Mo Sect, Black Valley, and Tianshui Ze. When Lord He comes, I will return to you." When you return to the Pure Land and meet my master, I will say a few kind words for you."
"In the future, if you have the opportunity to come to the pure land of the first realm, you can tell Lord He my name and say that you are my old friend in the lower realm."
"But don't say much about my master's name for the time being, and don't mention it to anyone! My master's existence is a big secret of the Pure Land. This is also to avoid angering the old dragon early."
"..."
Bai He expressed satisfaction with Pang Jian who repaid evil with kindness.
Thinking of how he led Pang Jian to the land of thunder and punishment, and how he inspired the surrounding thunder to kill him twice, and now look at Pang Jian's efforts to heal him?
Bai He felt a little guilty.
"about there."
After the five strange sacred leaves in the chest turned yellow and green several times in a row, Pang Jian grabbed the two claws of the white crane and pushed it to the sky.
"You bastard, let's meet again by fate."
Pang Jian waved goodbye.
The white crane flapped its wings and found that it could soar into the void again, so it flapped its wings arrogantly and said with an air of dignity: "Luo Yuan, you are a very good boy. If you can't stay in the Sword Tower any longer, you can come to the Pure Land of the West." Look for me. You, Lord Crane, and I are protected by my master, so what we say in the Pure Land still carries a lot of weight."
It flapped its wings and flew higher and higher.
Pang Jian narrowed his eyes and watched.
"She and the tenth-level Thunder Dragon in the Dragon Cave are having a great dispute. In the future, she will eventually try to kill the Thunder Dragon to be promoted to the True God. And since I am the elder brother, I will naturally try my best to help her."
In Pang Jian's heart, the old thunder dragon huddled in the dragon's cave immediately became the target that he must eradicate.
If the Thunder Dragon does not die and Pang Lin cannot become a god, then he can only let the Thunder Dragon die.
"Chichi! Chichi!"
After the white crane left, the lightning power gradually weakened on the lake where lightning was intertwined.
After taking a glance, Pang Jian, who didn't want to have anything to do with the people of Mo Sect and Black Valley, immediately flew to find Lei Kun, a casual cultivator.
Half an hour later.
When Ye Fei, Lu Xiangyi and other inner disciples from the upper realm rushed out of the lake one after another, they only saw a luxurious cloud sail with birds and birds in sight, sailing away from the Yunlei Forbidden Land.
…
ps: Lao Ni came back from Inner Mongolia alive and was almost drunk to death by a group of burly men with an average height of 1.9 meters~~
Weakly, I asked for a monthly ticket to comfort me.
(End of chapter)
