Starting with Hundred of Millions of Guardian Spirits

"Master, the luck of the Buddha country may not be effective for you now, but when the master becomes a fairy, there will be unexpected benefits."

After Sun Wukong, who had undergone a radical change, disappeared, his voice rang in Xia Yan's consciousness.

Xia Yan nodded, even if Sun Wukong didn't say it, he would absorb these Buddha's luck.

After all, if you see it, there is no reason to miss it.

You know, this is the luck in the Buddha's rosary. It can make Monkey King become a fight and defeat the Buddha, and there is still a lot left. The good things of the Buddha are all delivered to you. There is no reason to not.

Then Xia Yan swallowed all the air above his head into his body.

However, as Sun Wukong said, he is still not aware of the benefits brought by these Buddha's luck, and there is no obvious change in him.

However, the future can be expected.

At least after seeing the luck of the Buddha country, Xia Yan knew that he didn't need to believe in Buddha at all, and he was already comparable to some Taoist monks with firm beliefs. This was a good sign.

The people behind him didn't know what happened.

All of them were stunned, especially when they looked at Xia Yan, there was a sense of awe in the depths of their eyes.

Originally it was pure worship, but after Xia Yan was clean and tidy, all the people from India were killed without blinking.

People have discovered the other side of Xia Yan.

He is cruel...

"Everyone, the Mortal S Grade guardian spirit on this earth will be given to you."

After a while, Xia Yan turned around and said slowly.

Everyone in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, as well as a dozen soldiers driving, were all taken aback.

Xia Yan wants to give us an S-level guardian spirit? !

This, this is an S-rank guardian spirit, not to mention that you can definitely become an S-rank martial artist if you own it, but at least there is hope of becoming an S-rank martial artist.

But now, Xia Yan didn't even look at it, and just gave it away.

Everyone's gazes couldn't help brightening, and their gazes moved to the Mortal S-class guardian spirit floating on the ground.

1, 2...4!

Four in total!

Four hopes to become S-rank warriors!

"How do you assign it to yourselves? Master Long is still waiting for me, so I will leave first." After Xia Yan finished speaking, he walked to the car not far from the gate.

Lin Xiao quickly caught up with him.

Zhang Tianyu glanced at the sky, then looked at Xia Yan, his eyes flickered a few times, and then followed Xia Yan without saying a word.

"Xia, Mr. Xia, we all know! Don't worry, no outsider will know what happened today!"

"Yep!"

"Mr. Xia walk slowly, we promise to clean up these corpses!"

"These Indians are missing. Mr. Xia has never seen them before. Do you understand?"

"understand!"

All the year round in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, members of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs who have been used to circumnavigation, all kinds of big figures intrigue and deeds immediately understood what Xia Yan meant.

Hearing their voices, Xia Yan smiled silently.

Talking with smart people, you never need to point out, it is very comfortable, very simple, and at the same time very easy.

Just a few Mortal S-grade guardian spirits, Yu Xiayan said, they didn't have much effect at all, but in the eyes of others, these guardian spirits were no different from heavenly treasures.

As for the concealment of Xia Yan this time, it was a matter of course. After all, India’s defense minister is cold. If this spreads, I’m afraid the day of war between the two countries will not be far away.

It's not that Dragon Kingdom didn't dare to fight, but that he didn't want to fight. Now this year, the outside is messy, and there are monsters raging.

It's not time yet.

However, these news can be kept from outsiders, but they cannot be kept from some people in the Dragon Kingdom.

The highest level of Tianqing Tower was still in that small garden. Defense Minister Li Zijing answered a call, and his face suddenly became extremely weird.

When he walked to Mr. Long's side, Li Zijing smiled bitterly: "President, Xia Yan killed Saqima, the Minister of Defense of India."

"Oh? Only one Saqima was killed?" The old man watered the flowers, nonchalantly.

Li Zijing opened his mouth when he heard this. To be honest, Rao was the Minister of Defense of the Dragon Kingdom. After hearing the news, his heart suddenly stopped beating.

"It's not just a Saqima, a native of India, and eighteen S-rank martial artists, including the important figure in Buddhism, who have killed the living Buddha." Li Zijing said bitterly.

Too ruthless, too decisive, Li Zijing vaguely expressed that the Dragon Kingdom would definitely support Xia Yan, but he never said that he would kill all of these people.

And Xia Yan just did something that ordinary people would not even dare to think.

"Well, that's right, kill all, only the dead will shut up, leaving one is trouble." Old man Long didn't show any expression when he heard Saqima's death until Li Zijing said Xia Yan After what he did, the old man's face showed a gratifying smile.

Li Zijing was stunned, he suddenly wondered about the taste.

"What I said, how do I think that even if Xia Yan didn't kill them, you would kill them all, dare to love the old man, you have already made this plan?" Li Zijing said in a strange way.

Old man Long glanced at him, and said in a plain tone: "Zi Jing, you know, old man, I haven't had a few years to live well, one hundred and thirty-one years, I finally waited for him, to be honest, no matter what Whoever it is, even if it is an enemy of the whole world, if anyone dares to make a statement in Kyoto, then I will kill him without leaving."

...

At the same time, news from Kyoto spread to somewhere in the ninth domain.

It is in the same fenced courtyard.

Xia Feng is eating roasted whole lamb with Zhang Qiqi, a contemporary celestial master.

A domain master, a celestial master, the two of them tasted no image, full of greasy mouths and hands. I wiped them on your clothes and you wiped them on my clothes.

Zhang Qixuan, who had just been wiped with oil on his shoulders, grabbed Xia Feng’s corner of his clothes, wiped his hands, and asked: "I said little bee, my son should be in Kyoto soon, and I will let him give you the baby you want. Go, but have you thought about it, is your son still useful?"

Xia Feng glared at him when he heard the words, and said, "Coyzy, what bullshit, why is my son useless? You forgot that, but his mother stayed with you in the same place back then, by your group. The smelly Taoist priest hid it and used it for more than ten years. Do you want to regret it when you say this now?"

"No, no, look at what you said, didn't my daughter have already paid one back." Zhang Qiqi wiped his mouth, suddenly his expression was serious, and he whispered: "I mean, Xia Yan killed the Buddhist man. Great people, this is tantamount to tearing up their faces with Buddhism, and the Indian side will definitely investigate how their people died in Kyoto."

"After all, the paper can't keep the fire, when the time comes, does Xia Yan have the ability to compete with one religion and one country? I don't think it will work."

"Oh, you are talking about this matter, it's simple, aren't you still working with you in Buddhism, Coyotito, dare you say you are afraid of those monks?"

"I..." Zhang Qixi was stunned. This is so good, he was already counted.

Xia Feng also wiped his mouth, and then said without expression: "For India, hehe, kill it."

"Son's debt, when a father is a father, there is no reason to sit back and watch, just like my debt, my son will eventually carry it back someday."

"Now, I have to take it."