Zombies, surrounded from behind and on both sides, there were not many of them, and the sword in Wan Jianxin's hand flowed out of millions of sharp wind blades, and millions of amazing sword paths flowed out, rippling around with silver dust as the center, blocking all the zombies outside.

In the zombie group, most of the zombies are holding rusty swords made of pig iron, and a few are holding bows and arrows, Wan Jianxin knows his ability, he can't really deal with these filth, he can only cut off their weapons, intercept their arrows, and chop their hands and feet away from their bodies. Those severed limbs that were out of their bodies, those torsos that were missing limbs, still squirmed and crawled on the ground relentlessly, trying in vain to catch up with the two of them like meteors catching the moon.

Fragments of light swarmed forward like locusts transiting, repeatedly piercing and burning everything in front of them into hole-ridden ruins. The power of light meets the dead breath of the undead, and it burns inexorably like an open flame meets high-quality diesel fuel into the flames of judgment, and the fire completely incinerates the zombies into ashes. The setting sun was slowly sinking in the western sky, and on the hill where Wan Jianxin and Silver Dust were located, the golden-colored flame of judgment burned almost out of control.

The sword in Wan Jianxin's hand became more and more gorgeous and unrestrained, and one by one with thunder and lightning sword qi stretched extravagantly and heroically to a zhang away, slashing down a few zombies scattered around the ground. He clearly felt that he was running towards hope, running for his life and treasure, and the terrifying secret realm seemed to have become a hunting ground for his ten thousand sword hearts.

An hour later, however, they stopped.

Silver Dust barely held up the light barrier, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood, his condition made Wan Jianxin both frightened and desperate.

"Are you injured?" Wan Jianxin's voice carried clear remorse, he had promised to guard Yinchen's side before.

"No!" Silver Dust stopped Wan Jianxin's action of looking for healing medicine up and down his body: "It's just elemental compensation...... Forget it, you don't understand it. Silver Dust said, holding on to the magic power that had already bottomed out, and threw dozens of big catastrophes towards the zombie group outside the enchantment.

The ten-meter-diameter giant black balls made Wan Kenxin unable to close his mouth, and those balls crushed the hordes of zombies without mercy like the heaviest and most barbaric and terrifying tank in the world, and in an instant, flesh and blood became a nunnery. That cruel scene directly made Wan Jianxin run aside and vomit violently.

"It's useless. Silverdust shook his head and fell to the grass in a decadent manner, this time, he didn't make a fire.

Those mud-like flesh and blood, actually driven by some unknown terrifying force, turned into slimy waves, rippling wave after wave, and finally slowly shrunk into a disgusting flesh and blood misty ball, and the bones rolled towards the enchantment.

The rumbling sound and disgusting and terrifying momentum made Wan Jianxin, who was already blue, completely colorless. He hurriedly picked up his sword, only to find that the ball had not touched the barrier at all, and had been burned to ashes by the light on the barrier.

Seeing this, Wan Jianxin's face was as pale as death, and he suddenly fell to the ground like silver dust, and then jumped up like lightning.

There was a burning pain in his stomach.

"You know why we broke through, right?" Silver Dust lazily stretched out his hand to him, holding a piece of meat bun in his hand.

"Hide in this barrier, and sooner or later you will starve to death. Wan Jianxin snatched the meat sandwich bun that exuded an incomparably tempting taste, and ate it in two bites of three.

"Aren't you afraid of poison?" Silver Dust rolled his eyes, he was too sleepy to eat now.

"Disobedience and poisoning, and being eaten by zombies, is there a difference?" Wan Jianxin lay down in a dashing and lazy manner, and after a while, he got up again and began to look for things up and down his body.

"What are you going to do?" Silver Dust forcibly propped up half of his body and watched Wan Jianxin "touch himself" like a monkey.

Wan Jianxin didn't answer again, and he took out two red stones from a very secret pocket.

While silently recovering his magic power, Yinchen silently watched Wan Jianxin and the grass on the ground not get by. He pouted his ass high, pulled out some of the more withered yellow grass, pulled it up in clumps, and then threw one aside and put the other in front of him, and hit each other with two red stones on top of the round grass.

A spark, the moment the rocks collided with each other, flashed and fell impartially to the center of the grass, and burned violently.

Wan Jianxin got up again, didn't need to draw his sword at all, and directly used the wind emitted by his hand knife to split a few low bushes, took them back, and brought up a firewood pile around the flames.

Bonfires, just like that, burned without any magic.

......

Yinchen watched Wan Jianxin raise a bonfire like a housewife and man, put the wine jug he carried with him on the fire and heated it, and then took out a wooden spoon, poured a large spoon full of wine, and handed it to Yinchen, Yinchen took a sip of wine, and was almost so spicy that he couldn't find the north, and saw Wan Jianxin take off the very expensive red shawl on his body and hand it to Yinchen as a mattress.

Yinchen felt his nose a little sour: "You righteous people are like this?"

This is true of the true way. I, Hell, Uncle Wolf, and many others. Wan Jianxin's voice has always been very flat and indifferent, but the words are rolling with a hot current like faith, which burns Yinchen's heart.

"I thought that apart from Master Xuanzhi and Zhang Mengmeng in this world, there would never be more people who cared about me......" Yinchen sighed unconsciously, not paying attention at all, and when he said the word "Xuanzhi", Wan Jianxin's hand shook suddenly.

"It seems that yes, he really isn't from the Demon Pavilion. Wan Jianxin was completely sure of Yinchen's position in his heart at this time, or more precisely, what position he should be in relation to Yinchen.

“... You also know, from the outside, I don't look like I can do magic skills at all, people who don't know magic skills have always been looked down upon, right?" Yinchen didn't notice Wan Jianxin's demeanor, and said to himself.

"This is the reason why you joined the Demon Dao?" Wan Jianxin tried to ask in a relatively gentle tone: "If you enter the Demon Pavilion, you can make people think that you can do divine skills?" I have to say, your current strength is the same as killing one or two guys who have entered the body in an instant, but I still haven't felt the aura of divine power on your body, if this is a congenital ability to hide divine skills, I suggest that you don't see it as a burden, it should be an advantage, and you have to think about how to give full play to its characteristics. As he spoke, his tone was a bit like an old monk teaching a young monk.

"Joining the Demon Pavilion has nothing to do with this. Silverdust retorted, "I'm just looking for a place to live." ”

"Then you shouldn't join the Demon Pavilion. Wan Jian said firmly: "The people in the Demon Pavilion, hehe." I really don't want to judge them. ”

Yinchen didn't say a word, he knew that Wan Jianxin would never be able to say a single word of kindness to the Demon Dao.

He was silent, but Wan Jianxin didn't seem to want to let go of this topic, to be honest, since he comprehended the secret of martial arts that almost no one knew about more than a month ago, he especially wanted to speak, and wanted to make up for his more than ten years of silence and emptiness. In fact, his heart is no different from the ordinary ten-year-old young man, sunny, fun-loving, lazy and rebellious, but as the signboard of the Excalibur Gate, he has no second life to choose except to be a ruthless swordsman who has been cold from the outside to the heart.

It wasn't until a month ago that Wan Jianxin, who was recuperating from his injuries in retreat, suddenly comprehended the great mystery and terror between life and death under the poisonous torture of the elders of the Poison Dragon Sect, and comprehended the true meaning of martial arts in the world, only to break it, and then broke out and defeated all the elders of the sect except for the Xue Wuxian faction, and became the well-deserved champion of swordsmanship in the Divine Sword Sect, and after that, he had such an idle and comfortable life now. As mentioned above, the righteous path pays more attention to strength than the demon path, and Wan Jianxin used the sword in his hand to prove to the world that strength is not equal to cultivation - although his cultivation is considered to stand out among his fellow disciples.