Crane wings, vicious white cranes full of flowing fire and holes, fell into the grass again.

It was covered in smoke, its feathers were stained with magma and fire, and it released a pungent smell of sulfur.

It shuddered, trying to stand up on its two slender crane legs, trying to spread its wings again.

But its two crane legs are also covered with scars at the moment, and it can't bear the weight of its body.

"Smack!"

It slumped in the grass again.

"Little! You dare to offend your grandfather crane, I won't let you go! ”

It's still screaming and cursing.

Pang Jian came with a gun.

Pang Jian, who saw that it was seriously injured and dying, flew down from above the silver spear and landed in front of it with an ice glistening cover.

Pang Jian's left hand suddenly stretched out from the inside of the hood and grabbed its long neck.

Tired of its Pang Jian, his right hand slapped on the plush cheeks on both sides of its slender beak, making a "popping" sound.

Splash of fire!

"Dog thief!"

"Smack!"

"Nether pariahs!"

"Smack!"

As long as it dared to open its mouth to confide a word, Pang Jian would slap its beak, and its beak was deformed, and the fluff on both sides was bald.

This evil white crane was pumped dozens of mouths by Pang Jian, and the bird's beak was numb.

Finally, it has always been foul-mouthed, and it honestly shut up.

"Whatever I ask, you give me what you answer, you know?"

Pang Jian grabbed its neck, pointed its eyes full of endless hatred to himself, and said, "Where did you come from?" ”

The white crane, who had no strength left, drooped his head and opened his mouth to shoot a bloody arrow at Pang Jian.

"Poof!"

The blood arrows pierced Pang Jian's hood, but they couldn't penetrate it.

Pang Jian's face turned cold, and he slapped it a few times, and the neck of the cheap white crane twisted, and he soon died.

"Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is from ...... The Pure Land of the Western Soil, Lao Tzu is the Divine Crane of the Pure Land! ”

It no longer dared to open its mouth to insult, but glared at Pang Jian with vicious eyes, and whispered weakly: "The master that Lao Tzu serves is the new saint of the Pure Land!" She is the daughter of fortune destined by heaven, and she is a cultivation wizard who has not been born in the fourth realm for a thousand years! ”

"On the day she left the Fourth Realm, the bones of our bird's spiritual belief, Lord Tianfeng, suddenly disintegrated, and we took the initiative to choose her as the inheritor."

"Her dantian spirit sea has a natural thunder vortex formation, which is the most suitable for cultivating thunder spells!"

"That old thunder dragon, who deserved to die, attacked Lord Tianfeng as an accomplice back then, so Lord Tianfeng chose her. Lord Tianfeng wants to help her become a god with the Thunder Avenue, and wants her to slaughter the old thunder dragon and seize the divine path that has been occupied for thousands of years! ”

"The master I serve is now famous for the protection of the Pure Land, but it won't be long before her prestige spreads through the layers of the purgatory world!"

"My host ......"

The white crane looked menacing with a fierce look.

Pang Jian listened silently, frowned, and muttered: "The cultivation wizard of the Fourth Realm, born with a thunder vortex, on the day he left the Fourth Realm, the Heavenly Phoenix Divine Bone suddenly disintegrated and shattered......

"Boom! Knock knock! ”

Pang Jian's heartbeat was like thunder.

Holding the neck of the white crane, it was too excited and accidentally used too much force.

"Hmm! Whining! ”

The white crane screamed, unable to make a full sound.

Pang Jian breathed heavily, his eyes shone with a light that frightened Bai He, he looked at Bai He with a frightened expression, and said in a deep voice: "What is the name of the master you serve?!" ”

The white crane, whose neck was slightly loose, screamed in fear and said a familiar name: "Pang, Pang Lin!" ”

Pang Jian was shocked.

He casually threw the white crane that was about to die to the side like garbage, and looked at the sky with an extremely complicated mood.

The clouds and mist overhead were shrouded, and his gaze seemed to penetrate everything, as if he had looked at the Western Continent of the First Realm.

Pang Lin is there!

"Unexpectedly, unexpectedly ......"

Pang Jian, who has always been silent and unsmiling, looked at the foggy sky and grinned.

"Haha!"

He laughed heavily, tears burst out of the corners of his eyes, and he laughed like a fierce beast that had been suppressed for a long time, and finally broke free from the cage that bound his body and mind!

"I didn't expect it, she, she ......"

Pang Jian spoke incoherently words that he couldn't understand.

It turned out that the sister who had been worried about her was not only alive, but also became the saint of the Pure Land of the West and the owner of this white crane!

has also become, like Dong Tianxue, the master of all "Tianfeng Divine Guards"!

A heavy burden in the depths of his heart suddenly relaxed, making Pang Jian feel that the whole world had become open, and he felt that every grass and tree in the world had become beautiful.

"Little dog thief, are you scared? Lao Tzu ......"

Hakutsuru proudly wanted to say a few more threatening words.

Pang Jian, who looked at the vast sky and mist, suddenly lowered his head, a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked at Bai He with a strange gaze.

Bai He, who was scared by him, felt a chill in his heart, and swallowed all the threatening words that followed.

"The golden lightning you collected with dry bones, but you plan to take it back and give it to your master?"

Pang Jian asked with a pleasant face.

His attitude changed suddenly, not only did not reassure the white crane, but also made the white crane a little suspicious.

Bai He said vigilantly: "Boy, you are just an outer disciple of the Sword Tower, you can't afford to provoke me, let alone the master behind me!" ”

"Less nonsense, I ask you if you want to dedicate it to your master?"

Pang Jian glared at it.

"Yes!"

Bai He straightened his chest slightly, and put on a loyal posture: "Only my master can analyze and refine the thunder Dao essence contained in these golden lightnings. Her great enemy in this heaven and earth is destined to be the old thunder dragon in the Dragon Cave, which is why Lord Tianfeng chose her. ”

"My master!"

The white crane wants to sing praises again.

"Alright."

Pang Jian interrupted the nonsense that was about to become meaningless underneath, 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 part of its wound.

"Little bastard, Lao Tzu has answered everything, you still want to kill me!"

"I knew that I would not escape death, and I would scold you to death if I died!"

"Even if Lao Tzu is dead, the Pure Land will not let you go, and my master will not let you go! Jianlou, Luo Yuan, Lao Tzu remembers you! ”

“……”

Only when Pang Jian wanted to kill the killer's white crane, lest he scold two less sentences before he died, and the filthy swear words erupted like a fountain and erupted wildly.

And this time, Pang Jian didn't suck its mouth.

"It's over, it's really over, he can't fight, I'm really dead now......"

The white crane whined and mourned and prepared to die.

only to find ......

A strange force implied a vigorous breath of life poured from Pang Jian's palm into the most serious part of its wound, connecting all the broken meridians under its wound.

"Whew! Whew! ”

The life force as thick as water escaped through its body along the wound and immediately began to heal all its wounded parts!

Bai He's eyes were blank, and he looked at Pang Jian at a loss, and all the swear words in his mouth stopped.

A moment later.

It regained a little momentum, its spirit shook suddenly, and said proudly: "Hehe, kid you figured it out, right?" You know now, the person behind me and the sect behind me is definitely not something that you can provoke a mere disciple of the outer sect of the Sword Tower! ”

"It's not too late, after all, Master Crane is still alive, Master Crane and I don't remember villains."

"You are also innocent of ignorance, for the sake of knowing that you can change your mistakes, I plan to open the net and no longer care about your previous pursuit of Master He."

It was finally able to stand up straight.

Its jet-black feathers had fallen off part of it on the ground, and due to the continuous infusion of life force, coupled with its own strangeness, it gave birth to new feathers.

"Luo Yuan, huh?"

It was very satisfied with what Pang Jian was doing now, squinted his eyes and nodded proudly, and said kindly: "You kid is not bad, it is different from those little of the Demon Sect, Heigu, and Tianshuize. When I return to the Pure Land and see my master, I will say a few good words for you. ”

"In the future, if you have the opportunity to come to the Pure Land of the First Realm, you can report the name of Lord Crane and my great name, and say that it is my old friend in the Nether Realm."

"But you won't say much about my master's name for the time being, and you must not mention it to anyone! My master's existence is one of the great secrets of the Pure Land, and this is also done to avoid angering the old dragon early. ”

“……”

Bai He expressed satisfaction with Pang Jian, who repaid his grievances with virtue.

Remembering that he led Pang Jian to the land of thunder punishment, and led the surrounding thunder to try to kill him twice, and then look at Pang Jian's actions to heal him wholeheartedly now?

Hakutsuru felt a little guilty.

"Almost."

After the five strange leaves of the divine tree in his chest withered yellow and green several times in a row, Pang Jian grabbed the two claws of the white crane and pushed them into the sky.

"Cheap guy, we're destined to see you again."

Pang Jian waved goodbye.

The white crane flapped its wings and found that it could indeed soar into the void again, so it also waved its wings arrogantly, and said with a shelf: "Luo Yuan, you kid is very good, if you can't stay in the Sword Tower, you can come to the West Pure Land to find me." You and I, Master He, have my master's protection, and it still carries a lot of weight to speak in the Pure Land. ”

It flapped its wings and flew higher and higher.

Pang Jian squinted.

"There is a great avenue dispute between her and the tenth-level thunder dragon in the dragon cave, and she will try to kill the thunder dragon in the future to promote the true god. And I, since I am an older brother, naturally I want to help her with all my might. ”

In Pang Jian's heart, the old thunder dragon that was shrinking in the dragon cave immediately became the target he had to eradicate.

If the thunder dragon doesn't die, Pang Lin can't become a god, so he can only let the thunder dragon die.

"Snort! Snort! ”

After the white crane left, the lightning power gradually weakened on the surface of the lake where lightning was intertwined.

After glancing at it, Pang Jian, who didn't want to have anything to do with the people of the Demon Sect and Heigu, immediately flew to find the scattered cultivator Lei Kun.

Half an hour later.

When Ye Fei and Lu Xiangyi, the inner disciples of the upper realm, rushed out of the lake one after another, they only saw a gorgeous cloud sail infested by warblers and swallows, which was setting sail from the forbidden land of clouds and thunder.

……

ps: Lao Cheng came back from Inner Mongolia alive, and was almost drunk to death by a group of big men with an average height of 1.9 meters~~

Weakly and weakly, he begged Zhang for comfort.

(End of chapter)