After an epiphany, Wan Jianxin suddenly felt that his previous life actually didn't have much color, and the boring and boring life of more than ten years made him feel a burst of hollow panic and depression, he wanted to change, and wanted to make up for his pale childhood, so he desperately wanted to find someone to chat, wanted to find someone to fight, and wanted to use the sword in his hand to kill the evil demons in the world, but such a wish could not be realized in the quiet and depressed Shenjian Gate that was facing a split crisis at any time. Master is busy all day long, and he has to always be on guard against Xue Wuxian that hypocrite, Senior Sister Zhang Hongyu always remembers her sister Zhang Mengmeng in her heart, and she does not leave the Demon Wei Pavilion in three sentences, and the other senior brothers in the door, the attitude towards him is the attitude of the grass people to meet the emperor, because his swordsmanship of Wan Jian Xin has reached the point where he is invincible even to 10,000 people in the Yuan Infant Stage, what else can he be if he is not the "Emperor of the Sword" in the Divine Sword Gate? Therefore, on weekdays, he really can't find a person who can calm down and chat and drink tea.

Between the righteous paths, although there are also contacts, but the mountain gates are far apart, Wan Jianxin just wants to find his wine and meat friends to chat in prison, one back and forth is three days, unrealistic, and as the signboard of the Divine Sword Gate, he can't always stay in the Golden Sword Gate and not leave, right?

Therefore, in the past month, he has also been bored and tight, this time he broke into the secret realm, half of him was squeezed by Fang Tianhang's grandson, and half of it was really itchy to the bone.

As a result, when he came to Wangtian Peak and fought with Du Chuanchang, the first young master of the Demon Dao, he truly experienced the terrible feeling of "the heroes are tied up, and the long sword is empty", and a second before Du Chuanchang's stomach was cut open with a sword, he also wanted to play a set of wonderful and gorgeous swordsmanship to open the eyes of this turtle son who could only sneak attack and poison, but what was the result? If he hadn't quickly retracted the sword style, he would have really cut the future Demon Dao leader in half.

Therefore, since Wan Jianxin has been in the past month, he has almost been driven crazy by the loneliness of having no friends and no chat partners, and now the death of this zombie siege has made his need even stronger and irrepressible.

Fortunately, he met Yinchen, a demon who is not a demon, a little boy who belongs to the same kind of "peerless genius" as him, Wan Jianxin can't care about any sectarian views at this time, the difference between good and evil, it is important to find someone to chat.

In the next few minutes, Wan Jianxin began to take the initiative to find a topic to interact with Yinchen, and Yinchen, after avoiding topics related to the Demon Pavilion and the wizard world, was also very talkative, after all, the little mage boy was also an idle guy, usually playing magic experiments at home, and the day would not be over without a few explosions.

The two chatted like this, from the "killing Dao" martial arts, to the philosophy of Yishui, to the poetry and painting, to the girl's skirt and the experience of peeping in the bath, everything was discussed, and gradually a lot of understanding was born between the two, most of which were hazy concepts and impressions, but also made the estrangement between the two slowly dissolve a little.

However, the time to relax was always short-lived, and slowly, the conversation came to the dire situation they were facing.

It's a very heavy topic, but it has to be faced. And Wan Jianxin's words made Yinchen's heart feel like lead.

"If I can rush out of these filth, I will really owe you my life. Wan Jianxin said indifferently at first.

"There's no need, I'm not going to ask you for anything because of this, it's too ugly. Silver Dust was also unaware, and his tone was very relaxed, and he even gestured to the zombies in the distance, of course, those who didn't have IQ would pay attention to him.

"If you can go out, if you can use me for anything in the future, as long as it is not something that violates conscience and righteousness. I can help...... Even if you meet any enemies, as long as you are not the kind of person with high morality and respect in the rivers and lakes, if you are an ordinary guy, I can find a way to put it aside for you...... In particular, you Demon Dao often calculates against each other, and in the future, you are only afraid that you will have to deal with the guy who is even more unbearable by the Demon Pavilion, at that time, you can come to me!" Wan Jianxin patted his breastplate and said, Yinchen thought this guy was a little drunk?

"What if I can't get out?" asked Yinchen tentatively, he had originally wanted to awaken Wan Jian Xin from his imagination.

"Then that's how we should be. Wan Jianxin's answer made Yinchen's heart tremble: "If you run out of food and are still under siege, I will fight with you to break through for three days, and after three days, we will still be like this...... I will raise my sword and kill myself, you have to cut off the edible meat on my body, put it on the fire and roast it and take it away, and the other things that cannot be eaten will be burned in a fire, I don't want to be gnawed by these things after I die. ”

"What are you talking about?!" Silver Dust screamed, he couldn't believe that Wan Jianxin would actually say such a thing, he was willing to sacrifice himself like this?!

"I said if it were three days from now, we would still be like this...... I will raise my sword and kill myself, you have to cut off the edible meat on my body, put it on the fire and roast it and take it away, and the other things that cannot be eaten will be burned in a fire, I don't want to be gnawed by these things after I die. Wan Jianxin repeated his words, his voice was still calm, it was a kind of indifference that had experienced several lives and deaths, and regarded death as a very ordinary and ordinary thing: "You just need to promise me to betray the Demon Pavilion, join the Divine Sword Sect, take my sword to my master, ten thousand people, he will definitely arrange everything for you." ”

Listening to his crazy words, Yinchen took a few steps back violently, and every pore of his body was filled with fear and trembling, as if what popped out of Wan Jianxin's mouth was the extremely powerful world-destroying divine punishment in light magic, the strongest forbidden spell that a third-level demon master could master, rather than a few fluttering words. "What the hell are you talking about!" Silver Dust shouted in defiance, "We haven't reached the point where we can be entrusted with life and death, am I familiar with you?"

"I'm a swordsman, boy. At this time, Wan Jianxin's whole body was full of arrogance from the inside out, an arrogance that had nothing to do with strong strength, it was not the arrogance that he usually judged all the demons from above, but the deepest arrogance in his heart, not succumbing to all the black and evil in heaven and earth.

"The life of a swordsman is actually not valuable, the value of the sword grid lies in his swordsmanship and his benevolence, a swordsman without a benevolent heart is like a cockfight, cutting his neck and stabbing his stomach, and he is just someone else's pet all his life. Only a swordsman with a benevolent heart is a real swordsman, a swordsman who truly takes the emperor as the edge, the thick earth as the sheath, the chivalry as the handle, and the faith as the blade. Boy, I may not be familiar with you yet, but your character, your style, your knowledge, and your conversation make me admire Wan Jianxin, and that's enough. My Wan Jian Xin is not about who killed me or why I died, but only whether I have been a swordsman from birth to death. What's more important is that I sincerely hope that you kid can get out of the devil's path and return to justice for any reason, boy, I will say it in the end, your heart is really not suitable for the devil's way, but really suitable for being a righteous hero!"

Wan Jianxin's voice was very soft, but every word pressed towards the top of Yinchen's head like a mountain.

"Why aren't you a mage......" Yinchen lowered his eyes, he didn't dare to look at Wan Jianxin's eyes, and even didn't dare to look at Wan Jianxin's person, knowing kindness, chivalry first, this kind of behavior has always been just a good wish for Yinchen, heaven and earth are not benevolent, all things are dogs, the biggest word "survival" in this world, can make the vast majority of people deviate from their conscience for a little thing. How about Nie Wanliu? That is a real soldier, a real general, but because of an imperial order, a reputation as a courtier and a general, he must kill the entire Zhang family 169 people with a clear conscience, kill 169 people who will not have any conflict with him in this life and the next life, and even have any intersection, and kill a little girl who is only ten years old...... It's not that Yinchen hasn't seen good people in this world, but all the people he has seen have not reached the realm where he is willing to give up his life and everything for the sake of such an ethereal thing as "chivalry" or "morality". Yinchen never thought that the eight words of gratitude and chivalry first could be done by anyone to the letter.

And now, the person in front of him is really drunk.

"The Buddha can sacrifice himself to feed the tiger. "This story was just a story for Yinchen in the past, but today, but at this moment, there is really such a person who can make it for him!

"Mage, I don't know what a mage is, I'm just a swordsman. Wan Jianxin stepped aside as he spoke, sitting cross-legged, his body shrouded in circles of invisible divine aura, like the crowning of the gods. The shape of killing Matt was not ridiculous at all on him at this time, but with a sad holiness. His expression is very relaxed, very indifferent, that is a great liberation that has seen through the cycle of life and death, great relief, great transcendence, he can realize the martial arts of "the world's martial arts are only broken", it is not his strength, not his speed, not his skills, not his style, it depends on his heart.

"Hmph!" Yinchen smiled, he lowered his head and chuckled, there was no innocence in the laughter that a child should have, only a frenzied, broken decision.

"Wan Jian Xin, I'll tell you. He was facing Wan Jianxin, his eyes were already covered with snow, and the long wind suddenly rose, blowing his silver hair and pitch-black robe, and an earth-shattering momentum turned into a circle of storms, surrounding his small body and rumbling upward, making the zombies in the distance stagger farther away.

"I'm a mage, not just some Demon Pavilion's secret weapon master. His voice was full of oracle-like majesty: "You won't understand what a mage is, but you remember, as a mage, I, Yinchen, will not allow my friends, my brothers, and my companions to fall before I fall!"

The purple light of the arcane art, just when Wan Jianxin just opened his mouth to say something, erupted like a torrent.

The usual arcane purple light is very soft, because the arcane magic is neutral, absolute neutral magic, and metal, contract (also called creature summoning) enchantment, alchemy magic, are all magic without any restraint attributes, so the energy of this magic is full of neutral peace, as gentle as water, but at this moment, the arcane purple light emitted from Yinchen's body is actually full of extreme sharpness like light magic, full of penetrating power and aggressiveness. The sharp purple edge pierced the void directly, and I don't know which distant otherworld it was connected to. Silver Dust's hands were empty, and when the purple light on his hands shone most intensely and dazzlingly, a brown and white thing like a horn appeared.

The fragrance wafted out, and the zombies in the distance seemed to be a little rioty, and wanted to pounce, but they were shocked by the golden color of the light enchantment and did not dare to step forward. Wan Jianxin stared blankly at the one-and-a-half-foot-long thing in Yinchen's hand, and subconsciously swallowed and spit.

"The chocolate-filled winter horn bread is delicious and filling, but if you eat too much, it will get hot. Silver Dust roughly tore the bread in half, revealing the dark chocolate filling inside, and a sweet fragrance penetrated Wan Jianxin's nostrils like poison, Silver Dust handed the huge half of the bread to Wan Jianxin, and took the other half and took a bite of it.

"What are you...... How did you conjure it up?" Wan Jianxin couldn't imagine that this kind of drastic change of food was simply the same as the methods of the gods in myths and legends.

"Don't worry about it, in fact, even I can't say it myself, probably related to the law of order, the inverse theorem of entropy, and the theory of inter-field information reset...... Anyway, I can't understand it, and you can't understand it. Yinchen sat down beside Wan Jianxin and looked at the lonely bonfire: "To be honest, as long as I can ensure enough energy and physical strength, my ability can be supplied infinitely, but if I eat too much, it will really get angry." ”

"That's better than starving to death!" Wan Jianxin took a bite of the fluffy bread: "With the food, can you conjure up the water?"

"It's easier than that. Yinchen raised his hand, and his mind was together, countless snowflakes precipitated in the air, and Wan Jianxin was directly stunned, and the snowflakes slowly gathered in Yinchen's hand, and finally turned into a piece of ice.

This is the most ordinary piece of ice, even those baby magicians who can't walk steadily, and the small cold ice arrows fired are lower than the temperature of this ice, which is only minus three to five degrees Celsius.

A red light lit up on Silver Dust's hand, and a faint wave of heat spread, it was his fire magic, the lowest level of fire magic, not even magic, just a breath of heat.