White Feather Meets Tianfeng [The Pretender Wang Tianfeng Zhang Wanlin Colleagues]

This is a three-storey hanging bell-shaped pagoda temple. The main hall is empty, quiet and gloomy...

Some stunned monks ignored Zhang Wanlin's arrival and recited unknown scriptures without moving a muscle.The candles were flickering, and under the flickering lights and shadows, their expressionless faces looked extraordinarily strange.

Zhang Wanlin could tell at a glance that although they were human beings, their souls were incomplete, no different from puppets.

There is no black feather breath in the hall, but there is still a long-standing obscenity wafting in this gloomy hall...

Looking up suddenly, a fierce god enshrined directly above the main hall, half human, half beast, half male, half female, is entangled with several naked/female in a mating/combination shape.

At first glance, it looks like the Huanxi Buddha of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism. Zhang Wanlin scanned it with his spiritual sense and found that there is absolutely no realm of "Prajna Emptiness" in Tantric Buddhism.

It turned out to be an evil god privately enshrined by the Burmese folk.

These fools are simply trying to die!

Just when I thought of this, there was a sudden burst of melancholy voices, from far to near, whispering softly, tossing and turning, as if to forcibly drag Zhang Wanlin into the vortex of desire for male and female love.

An abnormal flush appeared on Zhang Wanlin's face.

Charm!Although he is lustful by nature, he also knows the danger!With a sneer, he embraced the essence and guarded the one, the golden core circulated in his body, and the green mana rushed out continuously, dispelling the sound waves in an instant.

At this moment, the statue of the evil god above the main hall suddenly moved, attacking from top to bottom with all six arms.

A fishy wind roared toward his face.

The fishy wind is mixed with an obscene/excessive smell, which is disgusting!Zhang Wanlin, who was rolling among the women, of course knew what it smelled like, so he couldn't help frowning.

With a wave of his hand, the divine whip "Youlong Feixue" was thrown out like wind and clouds, and it was ruthlessly drawn on the six arms of the statue, and a terrifying explosion swept across the entire hall.

A corner of the main hall had collapsed, and Zhang Wanlin retreated amidst the rubble and ashes.

The statue was destroyed by the super magic weapon, and the main hall was full of dust, but the monks still turned a blind eye to it, and they were still kneeling on the spot, chanting scriptures and paying homage to the Buddha, like blind or deaf people.

The corners of Zhang Wanlin's mouth curled up slightly, and he said coldly, "The Dharma statue has been destroyed, do you still want to hide your head and show your tail?"

"You are really strong, just what I want." A voluptuous man appeared, and it was the owner of this ancient temple, the evil spirit Yabu Youmu who claimed to be the Buddha of Joy.

Zhang Wanlin's sharp leopard-like eyes stared at him closely, "Something that is neither male nor female! Where did you hide my black feather? Hand it over!"

"Your black feather?" The corner of Xie Ling's mouth curled up into a faint smile, appearing full of coquettishness. "It was your black feather that brought you here! I am the Buddha of Huanxi, named Yabu Youmu. Your black feather specially lured you here for me to devour your soul. The condition is that I use the method of dual cultivation to help her marry Dan." As he spoke, he smacked his lips sullenly, as if he couldn't wait to swallow Zhang Wanlin's soul into his belly.

She betrayed me in order to form a pill?Although I had prepared myself before entering the temple gate, I still felt a sudden stabbing pain in my heart, which was so painful that I couldn't add it!Zhang Wanlin has been betrayed by many people in his life, and he has betrayed many people, but this is the first time in his life that he was betrayed by the woman he loves, and he did it so thoroughly!He just felt that the blood was flowing backwards all over his body, which made him almost unable to stand still.

No, Kuroba is not that kind of person, she will never betray me!

There are many ways to weaken the opponent, how can Zhang Wanlin not know that the opponent is deliberately disturbing his mind?He widened his eyes, tried his best to calm down, calmed down, tried his best to keep his voice down, and said nonchalantly, "I know, she reminded me. But I still want to find my woman! Take her back!"

"Really? Do you have the ability to take her away?" The evil spirit sneered ironically, with no concealment of disdain in his brows.

The dense fog surged around his body, and the evil spirits exuded terrifying coercion. In the dense fog, hidden paths and sharp water lights flickered.

It's actually the late stage of Jindan?

But it doesn't matter!The soldiers came to block the water and cover it with earth, Zhang Wanlin, who is famous in Shanghai, really doesn't have a word "fear" in his dictionary!

A Burmese knife resembling a Chinese Miao knife appeared, and a blood-red light shot out from the knife.

Zhang Wanlin didn't know this foreign product, but he could clearly feel that it was a high-grade fire-attribute magic weapon, and what burned in the red flames was the true fire of Samadhi.

From the other party's spiritual power, it can be seen that he is a water-attribute monk on the street. Water can defeat fire, so why would he use a fire-attribute magic weapon?Isn't this self-restraint?Is there no better magic weapon around?

Although it is self-contradictory and the mana has been greatly discounted, Jin Dan's strength in the later stage should not be underestimated.

"Shua—" A strong arc of light flashed, and "Youlong Feixue" really rolled towards the handle of the knife like a red dragon.

The evil spirit raised its hand, and a small, smooth and translucent vajra smashed towards the head of the whip. This thing was full of filth left by sex with men and women. Zhang Wanlin didn't need to guess what it was for.It can't be said to be powerful, but once hit by it, the magic whip will be useless, so in desperation, he quickly withdraws the whip.

The top-grade fire knife chopped down from top to bottom!

Zhang Wanlin slid past the vital point, but his shoulder had already been sliced ​​an inch by the blade, his skin was ripped apart, his bones were broken, and the True Fire of Samadhi began to burn endlessly.

The samadhi fire is immortal, if it is someone else, even if it cannot be chopped to death, it will be burned to death!Zhang Wanlin endured the severe pain, and exercised the wonderful exercise "Xuanming Tianshu Jue" taught by Wang Tianfeng, which was not found on earth, and extinguished the real fire of samadhi.

Looking at the shoulders as black as coke, Zhang Wanlin smiled wryly, it was really a fierce battle!Looking up again, those walking dead monks were already sitting cross-legged in the hall, with raging flames rising from their bodies, surrounding him.

Zhang Wanlin's sharp gaze scanned the surroundings, what kind of formation did it seem?

Actually extinguished the fire of Da Ri Tathagata?Doesn't fire kill him?How can he be destroyed?And he suffered such a serious injury, but he didn't seem to care?The evil spirit was in doubt.

It doesn't matter, it's still in my pocket!He smiled sullenly, "Hehe, you are very powerful, but you can't escape my sun god fire array!"

The name is awesome, but unfortunately, it's just a show!Fire attribute array?That's right!

"The dark fire is thin!" As Zhang Wanlin uttered a series of incantations, the original red flames on the monks' bodies changed fundamentally.

Suddenly, a violent green flame erupted all over their bodies, hellfire!

How is this going?How could he master such a profound fire attribute spell?Could it be that what the girl said is true?Gold beats wood?

The evil spirit looked dumbfounded, and those monks who had been stunned jumped up and rushed towards him like light and fast civet cats, with green underworld fire symbolizing death on their bodies.

"Boom—" In an instant, the ground shook and the mountains shook, and dust fell in the hall.

The whole temple trembled!

earthquake?Everyone was taken aback.

The evil spirit didn't care too much, mobilized the water spirit energy in the whole body, and waved thousands of water knives to kill the monks in the air.

When he finished his work, he found that Zhang Wanlin had disappeared!

At the back of the main hall, a dark hole was revealed...

There was a strange light in the eyes of the evil spirit, and there was still Zhang Wanlin's blood on the blade of the Burmese knife. He stuck out his tongue and greedily licked the blood off the blade, "You can't escape!" Flowing cruel and intoxicated smile.

There is silence all around...

"Who are you? You brought me here?" Zhang Wanlin looked warily at the almost naked woman in front of him, who was in the consolidating period of the golden core of the earth attribute.

The death squad of 200 people included not only the cannon fodder of Long Wenwen, but also the die-hard fans of the so-called elite Yu Xiaoqing, and a German black-backed "dog meat".

The cannon fodder regiment has never been so beautiful before. They wear military uniforms without holes, finally wear leather military boots on their feet, and have the best American weapons in their hands.

Even if you die, you have to die with dignity, don't you?But the task they have to complete tomorrow night is not decent at all.

These days, the death squad of 200 people is like a mouse being teased by humans, a mouse with a fire on its buttocks, crawling and colliding in the dark corridor crazily.

Luckily they had been trained to avoid the mad chaos of each other in the dark, screaming and growling and biting.

The night before departure, Yu Xiaoqing held a rare bonfire party for them, so that these crazy mice could finally relax their nerves.

The fire was burning more intensely than when they were eating just now, and it dazzled the area where they sat in circles.Mi Long is singing an opera, singing a ditty that Mr. Hao often hums when he was alive, but Mi Long's singing is never that gentle, it seems to be pulling his throat.It doesn't matter, the old man was spinning and dancing by the fire, while tearing off the clothes on his body under the laughter of the cannon fodder and the stares of Zhang Lixian, he had already turned his left sleeve into a strip of cloth, Now working on the right sleeve.

The trash and the elite finally got together, and soon the bonfire party became a dance of demons.Even honest people like Sangmenxing and Douban were howling as badly as possible, howling about their own happiness, but Milong was still the most eye-catching among the group of people.

Bai Yu looked at them with sympathy, because she remembered the words Wang Tianfeng once said to Mingtai, "In action, there is nothing to rely on, no backup; mentally split personality, devastated. Always in danger, Death is commonplace, and if you are not careful, you will self-destruct!"

Their encounters are too similar!During the war years, this kind of suffering may be suffered every day, every moment, and somewhere in China, there are people who are silently enduring it, whether they are in the open or in the dark.This is not the sorrow of the little people in the great era, but their persistent belief.

Kindness is a kind of sacrifice, whether it is voluntary sacrifice or sacrificed by others!

Can't imagine it?Wang Tianfeng has always been a very kind person in his heart...

Bai Yu sighed softly and said softly to Wang Tianfeng, "The survival foundation of this death squad is also not afraid of death! Fortunately, at least they have comrades who can trust each other."

trust?Wang Tianfeng didn't say a word, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, he had already seen through those sleazy dogs in the party!The top leaders want to obtain material and even political benefits through war, while the bottom people are just cannon fodder, pawns, and numbers.This Master Yu is just the epitome of someone Jiang, this is the real sorrow of the little people in the great era!

Different from Bai Yu's pity, Yu Xiaoqing's expression was calm and excited, "I really want to follow to the Nantianmen. Take this short-lived suicide gun. I was in the army, and I should bloom like this once in my life."

Long Wenwen immediately rejected, "This is absolutely not possible."

Yu Xiaoqing was so dissatisfied that she became a little resentful, not against anyone, but because of his good fate, "I'm just trying to talk my way out of it."

Wang Tianfeng took a look at this straightforward Young Master Yu, and felt that his current appearance was a bit messy, at least he was straightforward and cute.But I also know that sooner or later he will become the second Tang Ji.

Cannon fodder is cannon fodder, maybe the young and stubborn Yu Xiaoqing will not abandon them, but Tang Ji, the actual helm of Master Yu, will definitely take care of the so-called "big picture"!Whether they are dead or alive, they will be completely abandoned at critical moments.

And all this is exactly what Long Wenwen is worried about. He must correct history, he must win battles, and he also wants the cannon fodder to survive.

As the last saviors, will Wang Tianfeng and Long Wenwen disregard more important tasks for the sake of two hundred cannon fodder?Obviously, neither.

Meng Fanle is a smart man, he has been looking at Wang Tianfeng.He was sure that Wang Tianfeng would definitely be able to save them in the event of an accident.

He looked at Wang Tianfeng with very complicated eyes, with begging, begging for mercy; with hope, hoping to look at Long Wenwen's face, to give him a hand at critical moments; The cultivators of the day will save a group of insignificant pawns.

Wang Tianfeng has seen this look of hope and despair alternately in his eyes and remembered it in his heart.

As a soldier, you can be sacrificed to save the country, but no one should be reduced to a bargaining chip for the upper class to obtain benefits!

As a soldier, I really can't get out of it!Wang Tianfeng swore secretly that he would do his best to save them. As a Nascent Soul cultivator, he should and must have this ability.