I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 145 Sacrifice
"puff!!!"

Blood splashed in the air, and the head was suddenly split in half. The wound was stained with purple fire, which was the extremely yin fire that can burn the soul. This made the shadow parasitic on Hua Wanli immediately seem to be also Suffering a heavy blow at this moment, Hua Wanli broke away from Hua Wanli and rushed towards Zhang Jun with bared teeth and claws.

But as soon as Zhang Jun turned around, a yellow talisman appeared in his palm.

The talisman has been activated, and a dazzling electric light bursts out from it. With a roar, it penetrated the shadow completely.

This yellow talisman is not something else, it is also the item of the unlucky guy who was killed by Zhang Jun, [Sky Thunder Talisman]

"Rumble..."

The lightning tore through the sky and illuminated the daylight for a moment.

The shadow was instantly annihilated under the lightning, only to wait until the day disappeared, and a corpse fell heavily to the ground.

Zhang Jun reached out and grabbed the storage bag on Hua Wanli's waist, and put it into his pocket without expression.

Glancing at the shield in his hand that had been broken into two pieces, the [Sky Thunder Talisman], which had completely lost its charm, couldn't help but sigh in his heart; "Sure enough, it is the cycle of cause and effect that brings retribution. If you die in the hands of these two things, you can be considered as a sacrifice for those." This unlucky senior brother has taken revenge. I hope this senior brother knows better and will stop blaming me for accidentally killing him."

Han Yu watched the situation in front of him reverse. In an instant, three of the seven brothers died at once. His originally violent temper suddenly became even more crazy. His eyes were bloodshot, and he drew his sword to kill Zhang Jun.

The sword in his hand erupted with terrifying sword energy, causing all directions around him to be shrouded in the shadow of the sword.

But in Zhang Jun's eyes, this swordsmanship is full of flaws. The swordsmanship that has lost its character can no longer be called a swordsmanship. It can only be said to be slashing randomly. If he throws away his cultivation, he is afraid that he will compete with those Almost like gangsters.

Zhang Jun took two steps back, looked at the layers of sword light in front of him, and calmly raised the Biluo Sword in his hand. Purple fire flashed on the edge of the sword, and suddenly the sword stabbed straight, and the blade penetrated the layers of sword energy. As Zhang Jun fiercely A push.

"Bang!" There was a crisp sound, and the two sword blades crossed each other, making a harsh friction sound. Following the sword blade in Zhang Jun's hand, he pressed and hooked, his arm swung down, then straightened up, and he used Seven Pigs again. The giant gate in swordsmanship.

Suddenly, a sword energy cut through the sword light in front of him, forming a manic storm. In an instant, Han Yu's body was splashed with blood, and there were dense cuts all over his body.

What followed was purple fire spreading rapidly along the wound.

The extremely yin fire that can burn the soul is Adou's unique ability.

The shadow of Han Yu who captured Han Yu's body would also suffer the same damage, but the opponent did not break free like Hua Wanli just now. Instead, he continued to control Han Yu's body to kill Zhang Jun.

He looked like he was going to kill him with a knife, but Zhang Jun didn't panic at all. Instead, he used the star-chasing and shadow-chasing technique to quickly dodge and avoid the opponent's sword shadow.

However, for a moment, the extreme Yin Fire in Han Yu's body burned more and more. After a while, there was a bang, and the sword in his hand fell off. Han Yu's body froze in place, and after a black mist emitted, there was no more movement. He fell straight to the ground.

"call……"

Looking at the body lying on the ground, Zhang Jun shook his hand out of caution, and the [Netherworld Soul Ring] on his finger flew up, cutting off Han Yu's head, and then he completely relaxed.

He quickly took out the Chongling Pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

It is not easy to fight one against two, not to mention that the opponents are all masters whose cultivation is far better than your own.

If it weren't for Adou's blessing, the Taiping Sword Intention, and the physical body of his Grandmaster, an ordinary person would have died long ago.

After a few pills were taken into his mouth, Zhang Jun relied on the blessings of the gods of the five internal organs. In a moment, he was in high spirits again, and all the consumption had been replenished.

Not to mention anything else, this recovery ability alone is beyond the reach of most sect disciples.

Using his spirit-tempering hand to put away Han Yu's storage bag, Zhang Jun looked in the direction of Yu Xianglian and saw that Aman and Fairy Lingling had woken up.

He put away the Biluo Sword and hurried over.

"Thank you, Senior Sister. If it weren't for Senior Sister this time, we might not have escaped death."

Aman stood up and bowed to Jade Xianglian, as did the Linglong Fairy beside him.

This time, thanks to Yu Xianglian's defection, otherwise things would have been in trouble.

Yu Xianglian also expressed her luck in her heart. If it weren't for the magic weapon in her hand that had other mysteries about the world, how could she have escaped from danger? She might not have been able to escape the fate of sinking into a sea of ​​misery in the end.

After Zhang Jun rushed over, he also thanked Yu Xianglian. Thanks to Yu Xianglian this time, otherwise things would have been in big trouble.

Yu Xianglian hurriedly waved her hands, but gave Zhang Jun a meaningful look: "Forget the polite words. If you can go back alive this time, Junior Brother Zhao will come to our Hehuan Sect and walk around more."

Zhang Jun did not answer the question, but asked: "Where is Du Mu?"

"He's there, but his condition isn't quite right, so don't go there!"

Yu Xianglian pointed to the back. Zhang Jun took a look and saw Du Mu lying on the ground, with black blood flowing out of his chest. What was strange was that after the blood stained the floor, black flesh bacteria immediately grew.

These flesh fungi exude a rotten smell and are spreading rapidly around.

"Isn't this guy corrupted?"

Zhang Jun's face darkened when he saw this. These flesh bacteria looked similar to the pieces of meat in the previous ferry.

Upon seeing this, Yu Xianglian hurried over to take a look and said in surprise: "There were no flesh bacteria just now."

The expressions on the four people's faces suddenly turned ugly.

Du Mu raised his head stiffly, with a weird sneer on his skinny face: "Hahaha... you can't escape after all, so stay here. Stay on this ship forever. Don't even think about leaving alive."

Du Mu's laughter was hoarse, as if he had resigned himself to this outcome. His body had merged with the hull behind him, and black liquid continued to overflow from his body. Wherever the liquid flowed, there was a birth. Tiny flesh bacteria.

The speed was far beyond Zhang Jun's expectations.

Seeing this, Zhang Jun quickly stepped forward and snatched the Zhengxin Sword from Du Mu's hand.He tried to pull it out hard, but the sword didn't move at all.

So he took out the jade bottle, opened it, and found a little bit of golden liquid inside. These were the satisfactions that Zhang Jun had taken from the hill with his soul-tempering hands. He tried to take a sip.

A drop of golden liquid fell into his throat.

Soon, a different feeling swept over my heart. This feeling was warm and comfortable. It was not only physical and mental satisfaction, but also a warmth that even Zhang Jun himself had never experienced before.

It was a kind of care, care from the heart, as if a warm current enveloped one's heart.

With this strong sense of satisfaction, Zhang Jun tried to pull out the Zhengxin Sword.

But in the end, the sword hilt only shook a little, but there was no sign of loosening at all.

"Hahaha, you are not on this ferry, so naturally you cannot pull out this sword."

Seeing that Zhang Jun was still trying to draw the sword, Du Mu not only did not stop him, but "kindly" reminded Zhang Jun.

Obviously, the requirement to pull out this sword is not just as simple as information.

"You said you can't pull it out, so you can't pull it out."

Aman stepped forward unconvinced. In his opinion, this sword was neither a magic weapon nor a magic weapon, and it had no ability to recognize its owner. How could it not be pulled out!
As he spoke, he took the initiative to bring the sword over and tried to pull it out with force.

But like Zhang Jun, Aman couldn't shake the sword even a bit.

Du Mu couldn't help but sneer when he saw this: "This sword is a symbol of the ferryman's identity. If you want to be a ferryman in the sea of ​​suffering, you must become a part of this ferry. It was because I believed the lies of my predecessor that I I have been on this ship for a long time since I pulled out this sword."

Du Mu recalled the past.

When I chose this path, I had the great sense of selfless dedication in my heart.

But as the years have passed, that sense of justice has long been forgotten.

In this sea of ​​suffering, he loved so many desires and entanglements, and gradually he couldn't tell what he was still insisting on.

It is said that only those who are enlightened can find the other side.

So he simply stripped away all his desires.

At that moment, he seemed to truly have an epiphany, but soon, he discovered that he was just a puppet that was about to rot.

In the end, even the desire to separate began to escape his control, and instead became his master.

After hearing Du Mu's words, Zhang Jun and the four of them looked at each other for a moment.

Could it be said that one person needs to stay before the other three can be sent away?
If that were the case, who would be left behind?
The four people's eyes met, and there was silence among them.

A tearing sound of "Crack!!" was heard. The four people looked around and saw a crack tearing open on the deck, and wisps of flames spurting out from below.

This is clearly a sign that the ferry is about to collapse.

When Du Mu saw this, the smile on his face became even stronger.

"If you want to reach the other side, then one of you must be willing to sacrifice, completely give up your identity as a living person, and stay on this ferry forever. There is not much time left for you."

Du Mu's words were very relaxed, but Zhang Jun and the others felt unprecedented pressure.

sacrifice!

These two words Zhang Jun are often seen on TV.

Firefighters, border guards, armed police officers, anti-narcotics police, and even some ordinary people.

When Zhang Jun saw this word, although he praised it, he didn't feel much in his heart.

Even on the Internet, I believe that most people just tap the keyboard twice, or just make a candle emoticon if they are lazy.

To say that I was truly deeply touched is hard to say.

But when this multiple-choice question was placed in front of him, Zhang Jun clearly realized the weight of the word sacrifice.

"I...can't do it! I would rather die in battle than live here!!"

When Aman thought about the consequences of staying here forever, his expression suddenly changed, and he threw away the Zhengxinjian in his hand, obviously unable to accept it.

Yuxianglian and Fairy Linglong lowered their heads.

If they can use force, they don't mind fighting, but the problem is that only by truly becoming a ferryman can they take them out of here.

Just when the four of them looked solemn and didn't know what to choose.

Suddenly a childish voice came: "I can!"

Along with the sound of talking, Zhang, Jun and the others raised their heads in surprise. In the dim corridor, a boy cautiously stuck his head out and walked out slowly. Xiaoshan's face gradually became clearer by the firelight on the deck...

　Sorry, it's a little late.Will update sooner in the future.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)