Volume 1 Chapter 492 The Saint Capital Ancestor
Chapter 492: Saint City Ancestor
This is the most spectacular fight in the world. There are so many masters. If you haven't reached the top level, you are embarrassed to join in. To put it bluntly, you don't even have the qualifications to flatter. So Zhang Pa stayed down there and acted as a spectator.
After watching for a while, this most spectacular fight became extremely boring. When the two gangs started fighting, they could still tell who was who. Now they are angry. The masters who were just like shadows are now shadows, floating in the sky, and even the sunlight has become dim. With Zhang Pa's cultivation level, he looked up and saw only shadows. As for who is who? Alas, where is Bukong? Is he so fast?
Zhang Tianfang was still shouting: "Let me out." Zhang Pa opened the iceberg and said: "If you are not afraid of being bored, just watch." Zhang Tianfang is really a man. In order to watch the excitement, he bravely climbed out of the ice cave with injuries. He looked up and asked: "Where are the people? Why is the sky so cloudy?" This guy has a lower cultivation level and can't even see a shadow.
He couldn't see the shadow, but the ghost disciple in the shadow could see him, especially the ghost knife in his hand. The air was surging, and a silver sword appeared above Zhang Tianfang's head and stopped. The tip of the sword burst with silver light, and then a sound was heard. With a click, cracks appeared in the air under the tip of the sword, gradually extending outward and breaking into pieces and falling.
Zhang Tianfang only realized the danger at this time and shouted, "Ah." He retracted into the ice cave. Zhang Pa hurriedly controlled the river water to freeze, sealing himself and the ice cave tightly.
He had no time to see who attacked Zhang Tianfang. He only knew that the strongest defense condensed by ice crystals could not stop the enemy's sword. Fortunately, he was more careful, otherwise Zhang Tianfang would have died.
Outside the ice wall was the red-haired ghost disciple. He was disappointed and surprised that his full-strength stab did not work. But on the battlefield, how could you let your imagination run wild? A huge Buddha's handprint slapped him. He paused for a moment and was hit by the Buddha's handprint. He spurted blood and flew a thousand meters away. The Buddhist who injured him was about to pursue the victory, but a ghost disciple attacked silently from behind, so he had to raise his Buddha palm and turn around to fight back. The red-haired ghost disciple got a chance to breathe, and moved his spiritual power around in his body. He knew that his injury was not serious and he would recover after a month of rest, but he was definitely no match for the Buddhists at the moment, and he might not be able to block a single blow, so he had to jump away and find a place to heal.
In the ice cave, Zhang Tianfang complained to Zhang Pa: "What kind of tattered clothes did you refine? They are useless. I got injured twice in a row in the past few days. Last time, my clothes broke, so I should get injured. This time, my clothes didn't break, so why did I get injured?"
Zhang Pa wanted to beat him up: "You still have the energy to quarrel with me when you are injured?" Although the more than 100 Fu Shen snakes are not fully grown, after several moltings, their skins are already precious materials, so precious that they can be used to fight with opponents of the same level. However, who would have thought that the people who troubled them were all top-level masters, each one more powerful than the other, and a bunch more crazy than a bunch, which was definitely an unexpected situation.
After hiding in the ice wall for a while, Zhang Pa sneaked out. There were still erratic shadows fighting in the sky, and it was unclear who had the upper hand. In this situation, he dared not make any move and could only wait for the end of the battle.
He waited for a while, and a team flew from the east. Thirteen old men rushed into the battlefield. The old man in the lead had white hair and beard, and held a red-haired head in his hand. It was the red-haired ghost disciple who had just escaped.
When the thirteen old men appeared, someone in the battlefield exclaimed: "The ancestor of the Holy City?" The old man holding the head smiled and said, "It's me." When the Buddhists saw him, there was no expression on their faces, but they were very disgusted in their hearts. This old man relied on his high cultivation and would fight with Buddhists for nothing. He believed that only Buddhists in the world were worthy of being his opponents. The fact is similar. He is the number one demon cultivator at the moment and the real controller of the Holy Kingdom. He has lived for more than two thousand years and has never died. He has no rivals in the world. Because he was too bored, he went to torment the Buddhists, calling it training. Because the Buddhists are strong and have no rivals, he is also strong and has no rivals, so of course they have to train together.
The old man is really powerful. He threw away the head in his hand and plunged into the middle of the shadow. The situation of the battle changed immediately. The top-level ghost disciples of Yuanying were beaten to a mess in three or five moves as if they were a guest star. He was different from the Buddhists. He grew up in fighting all his life. If Buddhists are good at defense, the ancestors of the Holy City are definitely good at attacking. In particular, he has a thorough understanding of magic skills. Just a few moves can force the enemy to save their lives in a hurry.
A hundred ghost disciples and a bunch of Buddhists plus a bunch of magic saints can barely be considered a draw, but the ancestors of the Holy City joined the battle with twelve fresh troops, and the situation immediately became clear. Many ghost disciples were injured one after another, and even one unlucky guy was blasted into slag and died directly. Forced by the situation, the ghost disciples had the intention to leave.
The Saint City Patriarch was having fun fighting, how could he let the ghost disciples escape so easily? The figure was like a ghost, and he used terrifying killing moves to attack different ghost disciples one by one. He had to leave a few people behind to make sure that this trip was not in vain.
The old man rarely took care of things, but the ghost disciples were making too much trouble, so Ao Tian had to report the news, so the old man took action. However, the ghost disciples retreated across the board to seize Zhang Tianfang's ghost knife, leaving the old man empty-handed. He led people to track them all the way to the battlefield, and killed the red-haired ghost disciples who escaped on the way.
The battle situation tilted after the thirteen Saint City Patriarchs arrived. Originally, there were shadows floating all over the sky. His arrival was like throwing a big stone into the field, always blocking the dancing of a certain shadow by chance, and the opponent would catch the flaw of that shadow, and then either get injured or flee, in short, it would not end well.
This further intensified the ghost followers' determination to escape. The two remaining ghost followers in red shouted, and the other ghost followers heard the order and immediately fled in all directions, regardless of the consequences. Saving their lives was the most important thing.
The Saint Capital Patriarch led his men to chase and intercept them. After spending a lot of energy, he finally seriously injured two people. They were killed by the demon cultivators who caught up with them, which was considered a small gain. So far, a vigorous battle has come to an end. After a long struggle, hard work, and fighting for a long time, only three people died in the end. The process and the ending are really a bit inconsistent. Including the red-haired ghost disciple, in this battle, four ghost disciples died, and the girls were injured, but no one died.
Fortunately, this is not the end. The failure of the ghost disciples is the beginning. All the saints, Buddhists, and even the Saint Capital Patriarch who arrived later formed a team to continue to hunt down the ghost disciples and eliminate all evil. If they can kill one more ghost disciple, the Holy Kingdom will be more stable.
This battlefield was instantly empty.
Have they all left? Zhang Pa released his spiritual sense to search, but found nothing. He looked up, but also found nothing. It is really cruel that masters fight without even leaving corpses. He collected the iceberg, released the flying boat, asked the girls to board, and then rushed downstream quickly. He would feel safe only when he entered the sea.
Zhang Tianfang reminded him: "Bukong has not come back."