Black Hawk listened ambiguously, and the two did not mention their names when they talked, but when he heard the word "first", he guessed something.

"It was the first White Bone Daoist of Flame Hell Peak who fought against you before?" Black Eagle asked incredulously, and then muttered to himself: "How is it possible, the White Bone Daoist entered the realm of unimpeded hundred bones more than ten years ago, and cultivated the White Bone Heavenly Demon Sutra, refined into an incarnation outside the body, and shined in the sect competition, and now his cultivation is probably even more powerful than back then, how can you be his opponent and kill him?"

Zhang Qian glanced at him coldly and said, "You know about this matter, if you mention it elsewhere and cause me trouble, don't blame me for turning my face and not recognizing people." ”

"Did you really kill him?" Black Eagle took two steps back, and the chill emanating from Zhang Qian's body made him extremely uncomfortable, "You really haven't entered the realm of a hundred bones now?"

"I mean what I say, when I reach that realm, I will naturally return your free body, and now you will go with me to Flame Hell Peak. Zhang Qian gently flicked his sleeves, and the whole person stepped on a wisp of breeze and floated on the thick back of the black eagle, and then grabbed Xu Zhao up.

Black Eagle sighed helplessly, before being controlled by people did not dare to act arbitrarily, now found that Zhang Qian's strength was unexpectedly strong, and his heart was even more awe-inspiring, honestly contributing, carrying the two towards the Flame Hell Peak, all the way to the mountain forest where he was accommodated, after a year, I don't know if the white ape is okay now, I have a little worry in my heart, so I let Black Eagle stay in the air for a while, turned over and jumped into the valley, followed the original memory to find the nest in the canopy, and then in the dark tree hole, I saw the white ape curled up in the dead branches, exuding this clear and refreshing aroma of wine, listless, as if a little drunk。

Suddenly, I heard the human voice, and I turned up smartly.

Seeing the face of the person who came, he was stunned for a moment, and then screamed, dancing, his expression was full of excitement and joy.

"It's been a year, the scenery is the same, the people are not the same as they were at the beginning, only you are still like this, without a trace of trouble. Zhang Qian stretched out his hand and rubbed it on the white ape's hairy head.

The white ape snorted twice, still excited, and hugged Zhang Qian with open arms, rubbing his head vigorously on his stomach.

"At the beginning, I accepted your affection, but it's a pity that you have no greed, delusion, and I can't repay it, I hope you can leave with me, I try to teach you the art of immortality, one life is too short, and there are too many involuntary suffering, I can't help but regret it, live two more years, fight with people and the sky, even if it is hard, but it is a happy thing, are you willing?" Zhang Qian said casually, also considering whether the white ape could understand or not, as if talking to himself, but he tortured his heart before the avenue that day, and came up with an answer, why tireless, He doesn't know what he wants, but he knows what he doesn't want.

The white ape looked up, as if he understood, blinked, then let go of his hands and scratched his head.

"Maybe simple is also a good choice, just like ants never feel humble, but when ants raise their heads and look at the sky, are they still willing to be an ant?" Zhang Qian said silently: "In fact, ants look at people, it is also pathetic, always in aimless pursuit, or some illusory things, absurd and ridiculous, but I am me, how can I deceive myself as an ant?"

The white ape made a low sound in his throat, as if he was sighing, and then grabbed Zhang Qian's clothes with his hands.

"Then you can go with me. Zhang Qian also understood his intentions, raised his hand slightly, and a soft breeze lifted the white ape up and returned to the sky.

Black Eagle and Xu Zhao were both a little surprised, but they didn't expect that Zhang Qian would bring a white ape when he went to the mountains for a while.

"Senior brother, this white ape?" Xu Zhao was puzzled and asked suspiciously.

Zhang Qian scribbled the experience with the white ape, Xu Zhao was dumbfounded when he heard it, and he also felt that this white ape was as simple as a child, and he liked it very much.

The black eagle was silent after hearing this, his heart was a little complicated, he and the white ape are the same demons, although his own cultivation is a hundred times better than him, but at this time there is an inexplicable envy for him, since a thousand years ago, since the prosperity of humanity, demon cultivation has been in a weak position, most demons are difficult to have a place in the world, either eradicated by the defenders, or reduced to the servants of the cultivators, Enslavement, life is very difficult, although he longs for freedom, but when he is really faced with this choice, he has a feeling of confusion, without the protection of cultivators, can he still survive, if he was not accepted as a spirit beast by Yan Song, he is afraid that he would have died a long time ago, how can there be today.

Nowadays, the demon cultivators in the world, in addition to their own strength and the ability to protect themselves, most of the demon cultivators are in a situation like a little girl, and choosing a good person to entrust for life is the best result.

Obviously, it was the luck of a lifetime for the white ape to meet Zhang Qian, and he treated him as a friend.

And when he was under Yan Song or Yan Shiping, his situation was much more miserable, he was wantonly humiliated, and he lived extremely with no dignity at all.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, in the past six months, I have been coerced by Zhang Qian, although I have been threatened by a lot of cold words and made my heart tremble, but I have never been humiliated, and I am more comfortable than at the beginning.

Although Zhang Qian is ruthless and kills like mowing grass, he has a clean mind, but he does not have Yan Shiping's crooked and dirty thoughts, which is disgusting, and the most important thing is that the grievances are clear.

Thinking of this, the desire to get out in Black Hawk's heart suddenly faded a little.

Of course, the deep-rooted thoughts will not be broken instantly, there is always a process of convincing himself, he was silent, and flew into the mountain protection array of the Flame Hell Peak with the two of them, and descended in front of the mountain gate, when even if a few disciples came forward to receive inquiries, but when they saw the faces of the people who came, a touch of hostility suddenly appeared in their expressions, looming, as if they were trying their best to hide, their faces changed, and then they saw the people approaching step by step, so they pretended to be calm and said:" Greeting the two deacons back to the mountain gate, after a long journey, please sit in the front hall for a while, and I will report it. Although the tone was steady, the voice was obviously a little erratic.

Zhang Qian glanced at him coldly, only to see him leaning over to speak, his attitude was very respectful, he never dared to raise his head, his hands were grasping, and he was very nervous.

"Who are you reporting to?" he asked casually.

"The first lord came out yesterday evening. The disciple replied tremblingly.

After speaking, he raised his head and glanced at it secretly, hoping that Zhang Qian would be able to scruple a little after hearing the news, he had no obvious hatred for Zhang Qian, only knew that this person killed people like mowing grass, very spicy, and did not dare to offend, but the anger of the first seat was also not easy to touch, sandwiched between the two, it was really like his fate hanging by a thread, saying that he was not afraid that it was purely a lie to himself, the immortals fought mortals suffered, he didn't want to become a victim in the battle between the two, and naturally he would not bind himself to a certain position, he just wanted to get out as soon as possible, and said cautiously: "He seems to have something to discuss with you...... So ......"

Zhang Qian listened to what he said, and he also understood in his heart that these disciples were just sandwiched between him and the White Bone Dao people, and they were purely involuntary and had no intention of scheming.

Raising his hand to interrupt, he said: "No need, I have already seen the first one, he has something to leave the Xiaowei Mountain Cave Heaven, and he will not come back in the near future, and the upper and lower levels of the Flame Hell Peak are now all in charge of Senior Brother Xu Zhao." ”

"What?"

Xu Zhao and the disciples said almost in unison.

Zhang Qian didn't bother to say anything, took out a burned black deformed token from the dust cave and threw it over.

The disciple took it in a hurry, held it in the palm of his hand and took a closer look, the expression on his face suddenly stiffened, as if he saw a black humor full of coldness, the lines on the token were complex, and the standard token of the outer disciple and even the inner disciple was different, in the middle of the pattern, there was a row of dignified and serious big characters, the seventh generation disciple of the true transmission of Xiaowei Mountain Flame Hell Peak Bai Gu Daoren, although it was burned black, but the handwriting on it was clearly visible, and even a little dazzling, the disciple had cold sweat on his forehead, and the identity token he carried with him was burned into this appearance, so the owner of this token was probably also more auspicious, and it was inevitably a little ridiculous。

He couldn't convince himself at all that the White Bone Dao might be dead.

He lifted his sleeve and rubbed it against the token, wiping the black ash off it.

The handwriting is clearer, and it is even more like a fake.

At this point, these disciples were already dumb and stood in place at a loss.

"Is what I said false?" Zhang Qian smiled slightly, casually took the token that the disciple handed back with trembling hands, and after putting it away, he said, "A few of you go and invite a few deacons from the inner gate, and I will wait at the White Bone Temple." ”

With that, he strode towards the mountain.

The White Bone Temple is very quiet on weekdays, there is no disciple to preside over it, and only Lu Yang was responsible for taking care of it before, but this person has also been dead for a long time, and the Taoist Temple is already extremely desolate.

cloister Liang Zhu these places, has accumulated a thick layer of dust, is a few disciples are cleaning, by the way to repair the cardinal damaged and collapsed buildings, naturally the White Bone Dao people vented their anger when they went out, at this time saw the people hurriedly retreated to both sides, and did not dare to ask more, Zhang Qian briefly recounted the matter, and then asked those disciples to prepare refreshments for the banquet, the tone was tepid, it was easier for people to get close and trust than the White Bone Dao people, there was still a little fear in the hearts of a few people, and the busy moment gradually subsided, about half a pillar of incense time, the only few people left in the inner door had already arrived, and the attitude was rigorous, and they did not dare to have the slightest slack。

When they came, they heard the previous disciple mention it, and although it was vague and mostly speculative, they also understood what was happening.

Zhang Qian dared to enter the White Bone View openly, and the result of the matter was already obvious.

The White Bone Dao people are dead, and Zhang Qian is the murderer.

(To be continued)