Volume 1 Chapter 651: Cave at the Bottom of the Lake
Chapter 651: Cave at the bottom of the lake
Zhang Pa put away his flying hand, and the three of them flew eastward in a battle formation, Zhang Pa in front, Zhang Tianfang on the left, and Fang Jian on the right. The three of them wore the same gray Fushen Snake robe and the same silver Fushen Snake sword. Although they were just flying silently, they carried a murderous aura of courage and courage.
Five thousand miles east, they saw the second battlefield, where more than 300 warlocks were lying. They were all mummies like the previous one, without water or blood. Bury them on the ground, and then continue flying. At this time, Zhang Pa suddenly thought of Han Tian Dashi. How would she face all this? That was a cold, unreasonable, and protective cold woman. Would she go crazy when she saw so many warlocks die?
The scenery on the earth is diverse, nothing more than grasslands, forests, lakes, and mountains. After passing the previous places, a lake appeared in front, which was relatively large. There were four people fighting in the air on the lakeshore, a monk against three ghost disciples, and two corpses fell on the ground, wrapped in black clothes, also ghost disciples.
Zhang Pa discovered them and hurried over to help the monk, but when he got closer, he found that the monk was bullying the three ghost disciples alone. The three ghost disciples were high-level Yuanying cultivators, and they were no match for the fair, weak, and beautiful monk. They tried to escape several times, but were stopped by the opponent alone, and they were ruthless. The two corpses on the ground were killed by the monk when they were escaping.
Zhang Pa stood by and said, "Meet Master Chengji." He said this, but he felt strange in his heart. Why did Monk Chengji not look happy when he saw him coming, but instead showed a trace of panic in his eyes. So he stood aside and did not do anything. Looking at the surrounding environment, the two corpses on the ground did not have Yuanying, did they run away? At this time, Fang Jian and Zhang Tianfang arrived. Zhang Tianfang raised his magic sword and was about to rush into the battle group to help the monk, but was stopped by Zhang Pa: "Master has the upper hand."
Zhang Tianfang was unhappy: "You won't help if you have the upper hand?" After seeing more than 1,300 corpses in two places, he was very angry and wanted to kill people to vent his anger.
Cheng Ji saw three people coming, especially Zhang Pa, whose cultivation was unpredictable. He did not dare to take risks, knowing that things would not develop as he imagined, so he said: "I am tired of fighting too. It is better for monks not to kill. These three people are left to you." After saying that, he pushed his palms, and a gust of wind swept the three ghost disciples and pushed them towards Zhang Pa and the other two.
He knew that Zhang Pa had the absolute strength to kill the three people. After pushing his hands, the figure flashed and left. But Zhang Pa was sharp-eyed and clearly saw a trace of reluctance in Cheng Ji's eyes. What was he reluctant to part with? Could it be the three ghost disciples? Thinking in his mind, he did not delay the sword in his hand and stabbed it out. Three consecutive swords, faster than lightning, directly stabbed into the gust of wind to take the lives of the three people. Then he grabbed the three escaped Yuanying in his hand with his left hand, without even looking at them, and sent them into the Jindan Yuanshen to seal them, and then refined them carefully when there was time.
Zhang Tianfang said: "Slow down, leave one for me." But when the gust of wind stopped, only three corpses were left.
The three bodies he killed were somewhat different from the two bodies on the ground. He couldn't tell what the difference was, but his soul clearly felt that they were different. He curiously went down to check, but still couldn't find anything wrong. With his top-level cultivation, he couldn't see the difference, and thought he was too suspicious. He set fire to the five bodies and burned them to ashes, and chased after the monk Cheng Ji.
It stands to reason that he should capture the ghost disciple and ask about the whereabouts of the ghost emperor, but he knew that the ghost disciple would not easily reveal the secret, and he didn't know the evil skills of soul searching, so he had to kill people quickly and then track Cheng Ji away. He thought Cheng Ji was very suspicious.
The three of them flew forward across the lake, and the ice crystals in their bodies suddenly jumped, reminding him that something was going on underwater. Zhang Pa stopped and said to the two of them, "Wait for me here." Without waiting for an answer, he had already dived into the depths of the lake.
Fang Jian and the other two had to wait even if they didn't want to, and they landed on the lake and stood still.
The lake was not too deep, about seventy or eighty meters, and Zhang Pa quickly sank to the bottom of the water. The lake lacks flow, and the bottom of the water is always thick with mud. Zhang Pa didn't see anything wrong, so he asked Bing Jing with his soul, and Bing Jing guided him to sink into the mud.
What he didn't expect was that the lake was seventy or eighty meters deep, and the mud was deeper than the lake. He sank more than a hundred meters in the mud before touching the solid ground. It was pitch black under the mud, and he couldn't see anything, but after touching the bottom, Zhang Pa didn't need to see with his eyes to know that there was a problem here, and there were signs of the existence of a magic array.
The soul sent out and led him to turn left and right, and soon he came to the eye of the magic array. This array is an isolation array, the purpose is to hide traces and isolate breath, so the array protection is not strict, and Zhang Pa can easily enter and exit with his cultivation.
When he came here, Zhang Pa sighed secretly. No wonder Master Han Tian searched the northern border and couldn't find five ghost cultivation sects. Who would have thought that there was a cave under the more than a hundred meters of mud in the deep lake? If it weren't for Bing Jing's reminder, he would have missed it with his cultivation, not to mention those low-level warlocks.
The magic array tried to conceal his traces and breath, but it provided him with convenience. He slipped into the array without being discovered.
The magic array was really a cave, a huge cave, about a kilometer in radius, with countless night pearls embedded in the cave walls for lighting, and four passages close to the ground leading to other caves. If the five ghost cultivation sects were hiding here, the space of more than a thousand meters would definitely not be enough to accommodate them.
Zhang Pa was shocked as soon as he appeared. Such a large cave was full of corpses, one piled on top of another, layer upon layer, and there was no telling how many there were. There were pigs, cattle, horses, sheep, ordinary people, sorcerers, and some cultivators. Checking their cultivation traces, they were vaguely demon cultivators. He didn't understand why the demon cultivators and ghost disciples were in the same group and died here?
Suddenly, footsteps were heard from a tunnel on the left. Zhang Pa immediately lay among the corpses and pretended to be dead. After a while, fourteen low-level monks came out of the tunnel. They found that they were from the Demon Cultivation School.
These people carried a large stretcher in pairs. Each stretcher was filled with dead bodies, which were squeezed together horizontally. There were at least fifty bodies, and seven stretchers were three hundred and fifty bodies.
They walked to the pile of corpses, and someone shouted, "Throw." The two of them exerted their strength at the same time and threw the bodies onto the pile of corpses. Three hundred and fifty corpses, even if spread out flat, would occupy a large area, but in the pile of corpses, the height of the pile of corpses would only be slightly increased.
Each of the fourteen monks had a wooden face, without any expression, staring at the pile of corpses. Suddenly, someone spoke, "Look what we have done?" The voice was dry and hoarse, without any human emotion.
No one answered, and everyone was as calm as dead people.
The corpse just thrown down was that of a sorcerer. After a while, the man said again: "Did we do something wrong?"
"What are you thinking about? Isn't that what magic cultivators cultivate? Besides, if they don't die, we will die." Another emotionless voice sounded in the cave.
"Will it be our turn when they die?" The third dry voice sounded.
"We have deceived five sorcerer sects, and two of them have died. Who knows?" said the first voice.
They seemed to no longer be afraid of death, and dared to say anything. Maybe their hearts had already died.
The fourteen people stood there stupidly, not returning to the tunnel for a long time, and no one urged them. One person said: "It's better to die now, rather than being sucked dry."
Of course it was human dry. All the corpses in sight were dry, just like the corpses seen outside, without blood or moisture.
When it came to life and death, no one of the fourteen people spoke. They stared for a while, sighed and turned around, and walked back to the tunnel like zombies. Zhang Pa followed in with his breath. With his cultivation level, if he deliberately concealed his breath, few people in the world would be able to find it.
The tunnel is a thousand meters long. After exiting the tunnel, there is another huge cave. In the cave, there are twelve Yuanying middle-level ghost disciples sitting. Each of them is meditating and practicing. There are three balls in front of them. One is colorless and transparent, hanging on each person's forehead. It is invisible to the naked eye. Zhang Pa can see it clearly with the help of the Dingshenzhu, and he knows what it is. It is the human Yuanshen, or soul. The second ball is white, with different colors, dark or light, hanging on the chest, and is extracted from the spiritual power of many cultivators. The third ball is red, a large ball of red blood is suspended in the air, more than one meter high and wide. I don’t know how many people’s blood can make up this big blood ball.
As the ghost disciples continue to practice, the three balls gradually shrink and are absorbed into their bodies for refining and absorption.
Zhang Pa is considering whether to kill them, but he is worried about alerting the enemy. Seeing that the fourteen monks carrying the corpse carefully put down the stretcher and turned into a small tunnel, he continued to follow after a little hesitation, temporarily letting the bastard ghost disciple live a little longer.
The ghost disciple closed his eyes to practice, and could not sense Zhang Pa's aura at all, allowing him to stroll around here as if it were his own back garden.
Following the low-level cultivators into the tunnel, this tunnel was longer, more than 2,000 meters. There was a ghost disciple meditating at the exit. Seeing them come back, he looked at them coldly and said nothing.
This cave is larger than the outside. There are many demon cultivators meditating and practicing. After entering, the dozen people also closed their eyes and meditated. They only practiced magic skills, not ghost cultivation spells.
The soul swept over and saw more than 200 demon cultivators in the cave. Except for one ghost disciple at the entrance of the cave who was a Yuanying cultivator, the rest were all foundation-building cultivators.
Then he retreated to the big cave where the twelve ghost disciples practiced. He took a quick look. Including the tunnel he had just walked through, there were a total of five tunnels on the cave wall. He chose another one to enter. After 500 meters, he reached the end. An iron fence blocked the cave entrance. There were talismans on the fence and a banner hanging. In front of the iron fence sat two Yuanying middle-level ghost disciples. Behind the fence, there are more than a thousand sorcerers, from the Danjie to the Qi Lian, all kinds of realms, presumably one of the five sorcerer sects that were deceived.
Everyone in the cave was lifeless, no one spoke, no one practiced, as if they knew they would die, and they all quietly waited for that moment to come. Only a few people did not give up, cheering everyone up, saying that Master Hantian would come to save them.
Zhang Pa sighed secretly, that crazy woman, her heart was colder than ice, if she came here, the first thing she would do would definitely be to clean up the sorcerer scum.
There were seven sorcerer sects in the barbarian land that were bewitched by the demon cultivators, two of which were destroyed by Zhang Pa, and the remaining five were deceived to come here, they didn't want to come, but if they didn't come, they could only wait to be killed by Master Hantian.