Volume 1 Chapter 659 Empty Pond
Chapter 659 Empty Pool
The five sorcerers were all strange and had all kinds of looks. There was even a big monk. Zhang was afraid and thought: "No wonder Master Hantian is the best in the north. If the big monk was the best, others would be embarrassed to say that they are sorcerers."
A thin man with a red face bowed and said: "Ghosts have committed crimes in the north. Fortunately, Taoist Zhang has helped without holding back. Baochen thanks Taoist Zhang on behalf of the sorcerers in the north."
It is said that you should not hit a smiling person. This red-faced man said thank you to me. Alas, I have to bear it. I replied: "There is nothing to thank. I have a grudge against that guy."
"I must thank you. If it weren't for Taoist Zhang's restraint, how could we break the ghost magic circle? If the magic circle is not broken, a war will start. I don't know how many of the 200,000 sorcerers can survive. I must thank you for this great kindness, and I must thank you on behalf of the people in the barbarian land. Only when the sorcerers are there can the people be kept safe and the war will be stopped. Tongmu thanks Taoist Zhang." The big monk bowed and spoke.
As long as he was involved in the name of the people, Zhang Pa thought that this person was very good and could be befriended, so he smiled and said, "Monks are still kind." The big monk was a little depressed: "I'm not a monk." Zhang Pa said, "It doesn't matter, they are all bald anyway."
In fact, there are monks who are not bald, but Tongmu happened to be bald, and there was no explanation even if he wanted to explain it, so he had to accept Zhang Pa's understanding of him with depression.
While talking, the monsters came back one after another, and a bunch of terrifying guys behaved very well, capturing the Yuanying alive and brought it back. This was Zhang Pa's order. It is very troublesome to deal with the Yuanying of the ghost disciples. If there is a strong force that can directly break up the Yuanying and completely destroy them, it's okay, otherwise the Yuanying will not die. For example, you cut him a thousand or ten thousand times, chopping the Yuanying into pieces, but he is not dead yet. The Yuanying of these ghost disciples is condensed from countless souls. If it is broken, it will just be scattered back into the original form of souls, which is more convenient for escape. Although it will become a waste without attack power after escaping, Zhang Pa doesn't want to let them go just like that. If you do something wrong, you must take responsibility and accept punishment!
It is still easy to catch a few Yuanying of a bunch of super-level monsters. The shadow tiger grabbed with its claws, the Fu Shen snake bit with its mouth, and the black bird was more magical, spitting out several large bubbles and returning with the Yuanying wrapped in it. Zhang Pa sealed dozens of Yuanying into the Jindan Yuanshen, collected a group of monsters, and then asked the sorcerer: "How did you do it?"
He asked how to break the valley magic circle. Fortunately, the big head monk Tongmu was smart and explained, "It's not a big deal. Just bring our magic circle over, smash it on the valley magic circle, and then explode our magic circle, and then that's it."
He said it was simple, but it actually took a lot of effort. Five top-level sorcerers first had to set up the magic circle, then lift the magic circle, transport it over, and smash it down, and at the same time, they had to self-destruct. There could be no mistakes, which is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.
Zhang Pa understood the difficulty and was very interested in this method of breaking the formation with the formation. He asked, "Who came up with the idea?"
The five people did not reply immediately. They looked at each other. It was still the big monk who spoke: "No one thought of it. Seeing you fighting in front, we also want to kill people. Let's try it a little. It's okay if you don't want to. It seems that you are lucky."
Zhang Pa was stunned for a moment. Are you testing me? Too irresponsible, it's better not to come. But then he thought again, if they didn't come, he would still fight hard. Okay, forgive you. He was very generous and thought about it alone.
It's just that this method of breaking the formation with the formation is not practical. Several warlocks have it by the way. Do I have to set up the formation first when fighting in the future? You are willing, but the enemy is not willing! Zhang Pa scratched his head a little. It's too impractical. The spiritual power cannon is still powerful enough. I will ask someone about the refining method and make a few to play with.
He thought about it endlessly and nodded and said, "I'm lucky." He flashed and flew to the center of the valley. The 10,000-meter valley was blown into pieces and the area doubled. The only thing that was not blown up was a blood pool in the middle of the valley.
Fly over and take a closer look. The blood pool is three meters long and wide. Other places are broken into pieces of broken stones and soil, but the area around the blood pool is unusually clean. There is not even a trace of dust on the edge of the pool. I think there is a defense here. When the explosion occurred outside, this defense withstood the explosion, so that more than a dozen top ghost disciples were not injured.
Walking around the blood pool, I can't figure out what is in it, and I don't know why I didn't see the Ghost King? What are the sixty-four top ghost disciples protecting?
Looking at the pool of blood, alas, although it is not used well, it can't be wasted. When I killed the masters of the Red Light Inn in the Ten Thousand Mountains to save the beast, I collected blood from many blood pools. Although it has never been used, it is better than destroying it in vain.
Taking out a jade bottle, pointing to guide the blood into it, it was discovered that something was wrong when it was bottled. The blood pool was surprisingly deep. Although the length and width were only three meters, the depth was absolutely terrifying. He used the largest bottle, which could hold 100,000 kilograms of wine. It took a full twenty bottles to fill a pool of blood.
During the time of the Ten Thousand Mountains, one or two bottles could collect a pool of blood, but this time, the blood collected in one go exceeded the total amount of the seventeen blood pools of the Ten Thousand Mountains.
He was surprised, and the five sorcerers were also surprised. Toudao Tongmu said, "How many people do you have to kill?" He looked at Zhang Pa with a questioning look. Seeing that this person collected the blood of the Nascent Soul, could he also be an evil ghost cultivator?
Zhang Pa didn't care what he thought. After putting the blood into the jade bottle, he looked down. It was pitch black under the pool, and he didn't know what was there. He sent his consciousness in, and waves of cold air surged out, constantly invading his consciousness. Zhang Pa asked, "Go down and take a look?"
The five warlocks looked at each other and refused with a serious expression: "We still have something to do." They did have something to do. They didn't see the Ghost Emperor and ran away with sixteen top-level ghost disciples. Two hundred thousand warlocks must be notified of such a big thing. , temporarily disbanded and continued to search for traces of ghosts.
Zhang Ai nodded, raised his hand and shot out the communication charm, calling Zhang Tianfang and Fang Jian to come over. He was wondering what Monk Wuwu was doing. If he was here just now, he would surely be able to kill more ghost disciples.
Killing so many ghost disciples in one battle was definitely beyond the imagination of the five top-level warlocks. According to their original estimates, at least tens of thousands of warlocks would have to die in this battle to be able to kill all the powerful enemies. They did not expect that just one Zhang Fear would be able to kill them all. They gained a lot, and the five people solemnly thanked them again and left.
Zhang Ai smiled secretly: Finally, he is no longer the enemy all over the world. At least countless masters in the North will admit his love.
He stood for a while, and Fang Jian and the others arrived quickly. Zhang Tianfang saw that the land was deserted and asked: "Where are the ghost disciples?" Zhang Ping said: "Sixty-four top-level ghost disciples, twelve high-level ghost disciples, the dead are not counted, there are still sixteen alive. A top-level ghost disciple, and he has already run away." There was a bit of pride in his words. Counting the heroes in the past, who has achieved such brilliant results as him.
Zhang Tianfang said in shock: "So exaggerated? How did you do it?"
Fang Jian was smart and chuckled: "It must have something to do with the five warlocks who passed by just now." They walked across from each other and happened to see each other.
Zhang Ping said: "Of course, but I am the main force, and the five of them only contributed a little bit."
"Just blow it." Zhang Tianfang didn't believe his nonsense, looked at the three-meter-square pool and asked, "What is this?"
The blood inside has been drained, and the blood pool now looks like a cellar.
Zhang Ping said: "I asked you two here just to ask, would you like to go down and have a look? I think you are suitable for this job." The last sentence was said to Zhang Tianfang. Zhang Tianfang glared: "What are you doing? I'm not a well digger." As he said this, he walked closer to the pool, looked down, and then condensed a ball of light, holding it and jumping into the pool.
Zhang Tianfang jumped in first, Zhang Ping had no choice but to follow, and Fang Jian jumped in without hesitation.
There is nothing down there, it is a dead place like a well. The three of them stood at the bottom of the pool and then looked up, scanning their surroundings. Zhang Tianfang asked: "Is it two hundred meters?" "No, it's only about one hundred and fifty meters." Fang Jian said.
Zhang Tianfang asked Zhang Awei again: "What is this place used for?" Zhang Awei asked him back: "You didn't notice anything unusual?"
"Nonsense, it's just a very gloomy place. There's nothing abnormal about it." This guy went into the ghost cave as if he were going home. He grew up in a land of ghosts, so this coldness is really not abnormal. Zhang was afraid of being defeated by him, so he said: "Okay, it's just a place of extreme darkness, what's the use?"
"How do I know?" Zhang Tianfang glared, and then said: "But it is an ominous place after all, and it is not good to keep it." As he spoke, he stretched his right palm flat, and the golden swastika that he had not seen for a long time resurfaced. The palm of his hand slowly rotated in the air, shining a light into the dark well.
The darkness here is not the kind of darkness that the sun cannot reach, but the kind of darkness that is the habitat of ghosts and spirits, which is suitable for the growth of souls. To put it simply, this 150-meter-deep underground is the best place for ghosts to live. It is equivalent to the spiritual mountains, spiritual veins, spiritual water and spiritual pills of cultivators. It is an extremely yin place, also called the place of evil spirits. , there is nothing special about it, it is only good for ghosts and spirits, and a large number of ghosts often gather to live here. If more and more ghosts gather, they will cause harm to the people around them.
However, there is not a single ghost in the ground now, and they are probably all refined by the Ghost King. There was nothing in the empty space, just darkness and a cold aura that ghosts liked.
Zhang Tianfang released the Buddha's seal swastika, and the golden light instantly dispelled the darkness. Even the lighting ball was no longer needed. The golden radiance emitted from the floating swastika in the air, rippling happily in circles, slowly washing away the darkness at the bottom of the well.
Zhang Tianfang was working while Fang Jian and Zhang Wen were in a daze. Zhang Ain took out the eagle-decorated spiritual weapon and gave it to him: "You keep it." He cared about the big black bird in the spiritual weapon. When he first got it, he added several layers of protective magic circles and wrapped it in a pouch of spiritual silk, for fear that Bump it and break it. Facts have proved that the spiritual weapon is very strong and is also a good helper in fighting. Considering that Fang Jian lacks the strength to fight with top-level ghost disciples, he must give him a protection.
Fang Jian refused happily: "I want to rely on my own strength. With extra help, I am worried that I will become slack."
Zhang was afraid that he was very depressed. This guy was criticizing himself. Thinking about it, he was right. If he was lazier than anyone else, he would be second only to Zhang Tianfang. He put the spiritual weapon close to his body and concentrated on watching Zhang Tianfang's tossing.