Ziyan looked at the other cultivators hesitantly, in the whole incident, the little beggar was just a mortal who was innocently involved.

As a righteous monk with a belief in righteousness in her heart, although her sister died a tragic death, she did not want to kill and bury people indiscriminately.

The temple hall is silent, and the sound of the rising and falling tide of the sea is constantly transmitted into the ancient temple.

"No matter how innocent this beggar kid is, it is an indisputable fact that he has magical powers.

In order to prevent another Blood Demon God Monarch from coming out of Shenzhou, we can only remove this demonic obstacle for the common people of the world!"

"Yes, do everything you can to get rid of evil!"

A male cultivator who had a crush on Purple Dream proposed angrily, and was seconded by the other monks who hated the Blood Demon God Monarch.

Seeing that those immortals were still going to kill themselves, Zhang Tian buried his head in his chest and sobbed in a low voice.

He misses his parents so much at this time, and he also hates that he lives with a man-eating monster, and if he finds out and avoids it earlier, he will not be killed.

"Purple Dream Fairy, what do you say we are going to do with this little devil!"

"Yes, we can't spare him, think about what happened to the Purple Dream Fairy, we must not let the tragedy happen again!"

......

Ziyan thought of her simple and beautiful sister, and her heart became even more sad.

She clenched her silver teeth with tears in her eyes, but slowly drew her talisman sword and slowly walked towards the filthy beggar who was huddled into a ball.

Walking up to the beggar, Ziyan raised his sword and was about to stab it, but suddenly heard the beggar looking blankly at the hole in the temple roof and muttering.

Strange in her heart, she leaned over to listen to what the beggar was saying.

"Daddy. Mother. Tian'er is about to die, where are you, Tian'er really wants to see you again. ......”

Hearing Zhang Tian's sincere prayer in despair, Ziyan's sword could no longer be pierced, so he kept the posture of raising the sword and stopped.

The entire ancient temple was silent, except for the undulating sound of the sea.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Zimeng slowly put her sword into the sheath, and she didn't seem to want to kill this beggar.

This caused the other cultivators to be angry and dissatisfied, and they all spoke out to stop it.

"The Purple Smoke Fairy must not let go of this fang, when he becomes an adult, he will be a big demon in Shenzhou!"

"Purple Smoke Fairy is worthy of the Purple Dream Fairy who died in vain!

......

The cultivators in the ancient temple spoke out one after another, and they didn't agree with Ziyan's soft-heartedness.

The Blood Demon Divine Monarch who has plagued Shenzhou for thousands of years has a grudge against them, and no one wants another Blood Demon Divine Monarch to come out.

"Everyone, please listen to me. After the dissatisfaction of the cultivators was finished, Ziyan said softly.

As soon as she spoke, those cultivators closed their mouths one after another.

As the most direct victim, the Purple Smoke Fairy, who has always been gentle and polite, is also very popular in the cultivation world.

Ziyan lightly lifted her lips and said sincerely to all the cultivators, "All fellow Daoists have avenged my little sister, and Ziyan is here to thank my hard-working sister."

(She bows to everyone)

But as you have seen, this child is just a mortal, and if no one teaches him magic skills, how can he harm others?

We shouldn't let innocent children die in vain, otherwise we would be no different from the Blood Demon Divine Monarch who killed all living beings indiscriminately. ”

After Ziyan finished speaking, all the cultivators also nodded with some sympathy.

However, the cultivator who loved Zimeng asked again, "This kid has demonic spiritual power, and even if we don't ask, we will be captured by other cultivators."

It is even possible that he will be used by evil cultivators, how to arrange him, and ask the Purple Smoke Fairy to decide. ”

This cultivator participated in the revenge for his beloved, but he was said no, and he was faintly unhappy in his heart, so he was troubled.

Ziyan looked back at the beggar, frowned and said nothing, and was really embarrassed about how to deal with it.

Zhang Tian was afraid of being killed, so he immediately said, "Don't kill me, I just want to fish for a living, and I won't learn from that man-eating monster." ”

She saw the look of expectation in the beggar's eyes, he was completely a teenager full of yearning for life, and he still had a long life to go.

Ziyan was silent for a moment, and suddenly said resolutely to all the cultivators, "In order for him to live an ordinary life and not become an evil demon like the Blood Demon God Monarch, I want to send him to an overseas desert island."

No one taught him to practice magic skills, and without fighting, he would be able to live an ordinary life like this. ”

The cultivators talked to each other, and they all felt that this proposal was feasible.

The cultivator who admired Zimeng asked, "It's up to the fairy's arrangement, but who is going to send this person to an overseas island?"

Ziyan looked at all the cultivators, and they all looked at Zhang Tian with disgusted eyes.

She sighed softly and said, "This offer is mine, so let me send him." ”

After Ziyan finished speaking, he turned around and returned to Zhang Tian's body, slowly kicked down, and actually wiped the beggar's face with his snow-white jade hand.

"Fairy. ”

The cultivators screamed, wondering why the beautiful purple smoke was so good to the beggar.

Zhang Tian's stunned Ren Ziyan wiped her face clean, and when she saw the pity in her eyes, she actually felt a sense of security that she was cared for.

He suddenly wanted to cry, as if he had found a long-lost relative, and wanted to cry in Ziyan's arms.

Ziyan saw Zhang Tian with a handsome face, as if she saw her sister younger, and her eyes became even more pity.

She asked softly, "Will you come with me, to a place where no one hurts you?"

Zhang Tian looked at Ziyan gratefully, nodded and said, "I want to go with the fairy sister, but, (he was disappointed) I'm afraid that I will never see my father and mother again." ”

Zimeng sighed, got up and pulled Zhang Tian and walked outside the temple gate.

Zhang Tian passed by those cultivators, but when he saw that they were cold to him, the female monks would avoid them in disgust.

The two of them came to the outside of the ruined temple, and it was the golden morning glow rising on the eastern sea.

Ziyan made a gesture with her right hand and quickly recited the formula.

"Kunlun Imperial Sword Technique. Ming"

I saw that the sword she was carrying suddenly screamed, flew out of its scabbard automatically, and floated out of thin air above the heads of the two of them.

Zhang Tian looked at the flying sword in amazement, and suddenly became extremely excited in his heart, he actually saw the immortal casting spell with his own eyes.

The flying sword was still changing, only to see it grow bigger and bigger, and finally it became the size of a boat.

What surprised Zhang Tian even more was that the fairy sister waved another gesture with her hand, and the larger flying sword spun around in the air, and finally flew down on the ground in front of the two of them and lay quietly.

Ziyan said to Zhang Tian, "You follow me on the flying sword, and we will set off immediately." ”

Zhang Tian was so shocked that he couldn't speak at this time, but he kept nodding, but he was secretly happy in his heart that he could touch the immortal.

Ziyan pulled Zhang Tian to step on the flying sword, asked him to sit down, and then made a trick with his hand, and the flying sword slowly rose.

Zhang Tian realized that he had actually flown up, and he was so frightened that he reached out and hugged Ziyan's feet.

Ziyan looked down and found that the little beggar was very scared, so he let him hold his feet.

She said to Zhang Tian comfortingly, "Don't be afraid, you won't fall." ”

However, Zhang Tian was still very scared, he just held Ziyan's feet, but he didn't notice that his torn clothes were very dirty.

Ziyan smiled slightly, cast a spell, and the flying sword carried the two of them towards the distant morning glow.

Behind the two of them, those cultivators bombarded every inch of the ground of the ancient temple with all kinds of magic weapons, trying to disperse every bit of demonic spiritual power of the Blood Demon God Monarch.

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