Volume 1 Chapter 681 Giant
Chapter 681 Giant
Puzhao said: "They say they are members of the holy sect, but all the demon cultivators in the world don't call themselves that. I know where they live and what they want to do, but they didn't notify the holy capital. You must be surprised, right? ?”
"Those guys want to invade the Gui Valley and release the Ghost Ancestor?" Zhang Tianfang was smart for once.
Zhang Ai and Fang Jian looked at each other, thought about it for a while, and asked, "Is the Shengmen very powerful?"
Puzhao nodded: "As far as I know, there are about ten thousand disciples and countless masters."
Zhang was afraid to understand that the five great monks did not attack the Shengmen because they were worried that they would not be able to do their best and some people would escape. If many evil cultivators escaped, they would surely intensify their madness and harm the people. There have been too many such things, and the ghosts cannot be exterminated, and only the innocent people are unlucky, so the five great monks will tolerate this so-called holy religion to survive to this day.
And Shengmen is indeed struggling to survive, and his only goal is to rescue the ghost ancestor from the valley, so he hides near the Iron Line Valley and carefully seeks development. However, he was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble and did not dare to practice evil arts in a big way. Naturally, he could not go to other places to harm the people. He just pitied the monsters in the desert to suffer on behalf of others.
Seeing his expression, Puzhao guessed what he was thinking, and then added: "There is another reason why we can't take action. It is said that the ghost ancestor has been sleeping peacefully, ignoring the fighting between ghosts, and is unwilling to come to the bright world, so we can live in peace with each other. So far. But ghost disciples are different. If they want to improve their cultivation, they will do anything. If the leader of the Shengmen is close to the ghost ancestor, the ghost ancestor may be furious, and even the Buddhist formation may not be able to trap him. We don’t dare to take risks, so we turn a blind eye to the students.”
"Is it possible for the ghosts to keep running rampant?" Zhang Feng didn't understand.
"I didn't ignore it. The last time I ignored it, the noise was a bit louder. A ghost emperor escaped and made the whole world uneasy." Puzhao said this with a little helplessness.
It turns out that this is how the Ghost Emperor escaped. Zhang Ain was a little curious, how powerful is the Ghost Ancestor? He asked: "Is there no other way?"
"All things born in nature must have ways to overcome each other. The ghost ancestors are not invincible, there are always ways to restrain them." Puzhao said nonsense, meaning that there is no way in the near future, and he still can't take action against the Shengmen.
"It's boring. Just follow me and fight in. It's just a bunch of ghosts. Who dares to be rude to me? Kill them all." Zhang Tianfang was really refreshing.
Zhang Ain thought about it and said: "I want to find out the details of Shengmen. Could you please help me take care of these little guys?"
Puzhao thought for a moment and agreed: "Donor, be careful."
Zhang Tianfang was very excited: "That's how it should be." Unexpectedly, Zhang Wen said to him: "You and Fang Jian both stay."
"Why?" Zhang Tianfang shouted. Zhang Fing said: "Some minions are not worth your trip. I will ask you for help when I kill the Ghost Ancestor." "You coax me!" Even Zhang Tianfang could hear the insincerity in his words.
"No matter what, you can't go anyway." Zhang was afraid that by the time he finished speaking, the person had disappeared.
Zhang Tianfang wanted to chase him out, but Fang Jian said coldly: "If you don't want to be a drag, just practice hard!" After saying that, he went to meditate and practice without looking at him. Zhang Tianfang's expression changed several times in succession, and he finally endured his anger and sat down next to Fang Jian to practice together.
Zhang was afraid of going out alone because he wanted to kill someone, wanted to make a big fuss, and wanted a quick resolution. Zhang and Fang might become a drag. As for the leader of the Shengmen who may be related to the Ghost Ancestor, just ignore it. Judging from the fact that his subordinates are all mid-level Nascent Soul masters, it is estimated that the leader is very powerful and cannot be killed easily.
It arrived quickly. It took a day and a half to come and only took most of a day to go back. At nightfall, Zhang Wen stood quietly at the mouth of the sand valley.
The one-armed Taoist in front of the wooden house in the valley had a wary expression on his face. He stood up to fight and at the same time fired several communication spells into the house.
While he was casting the spell, the big man in black had already rushed out of the wooden house and sneered at Zhang Weifang: "I said there must be something weird. It was you last time. If you don't want to live, I will help you."
Zhang Fing didn't say anything. He had been wearing the gray robe and looked unclean. But at this moment, the Fu Shen Sword in his hand was pointing diagonally at the ground. No other movements were needed, and his whole person showed a sharp aura. He looked at the big man with an expressionless face, not saying anything, just watching.
The big man was a little dazed. Is this guy sick? But he looked very powerful. He raised his right hand to the side and summoned a huge war hammer. He smiled sinisterly and said, "Don't worry, I will treat you well." He wanted to take away the essence and blood for cultivation, and he also wanted to take away the soul and spirit. .
At this time, more than a dozen people rushed out of the small wooden house. They were all Nascent Soul cultivators and wore red or white Taoist robes. Sure enough, there were really as many Nascent Soul cultivators as dogs. Zhang Awei sighed, and then said loudly: "Put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. I'll give you a chance."
As soon as these words came out, the fool knew that he was looking for trouble. More than a dozen Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivators shouted around and the big man in black seemed to be worried about being deprived of his credit by them, so he swung his war hammer and smashed it fiercely.
Zhang Aiyang raised and lowered the Divine Sword, using the thin blade to fight against the huge war hammer. He heard a cracking sound, like a sword being sheathed, and the Fu Divine Sword was completely inserted into the war hammer.
The big man was stunned, what kind of sword is this? Why so fast?
In a life-and-death battle, there is no room for your wild thoughts. He was slightly startled. Zhang Wen used force in his hand, and the Fu Shen Sword slid down gently like chopping firewood, cutting the warhammer in half, and then slashed towards the big man. The big man couldn't dodge, and was cut in half like a hammer. A small Nascent Soul jumped out of thin air. Zhang Weifeng reached out and grabbed it, sealing it into the big walnut on his chest.
With just one sword strike, both the man and his magic weapon were taken care of. The dozen or so people surrounding him were startled. They knew the strength of the big man and had underestimated the strength of his opponent, so they hurriedly jumped away. Zhang Awei said: "Now that you are here, don't leave." The two souls in his mind exploded, stimulating all his strength. Zhang Awei turned into a shadowless killing god, harvesting lives with one sword and collecting Nascent Souls one by one. Go up to the big man in black, collect a total of fifteen Nascent Souls, and lock them all into big walnuts.
Although this group of people are evil and want to release the ghost ancestors, they have no obvious characteristics of ghost disciples. They will leave Nascent Soul aside for now and talk about it later.
In a matter of seconds, all fifteen people were killed. The one-armed Taoist in front of the wooden house was shocked, and he threw the communication charm into the house even more crazily, his face looked nervous. In just a short while, the sand valley was filled with people. There were masters of all realms from the foundation building stage to the Nascent Soul stage. A group of people looked at the fifteen corpses outside the valley with frightened expressions. When did the Nascent Soul masters become so careless? beated?
A group of people each used their souls to scan Zhang Wen's cultivation, but nothing could be found, as if a stone had been dropped into the sea. At this time, three people appeared in front of the crowd, wearing golden robes. As soon as the three of them appeared, all the cultivators in the valley bowed their heads in greeting: "I have met the three elders."
As soon as the three golden-robed men appeared, they locked their eyes on Zhang Ai and checked his cultivation level as usual. However, like the disciples in the valley, they couldn't find anything. They knew they had met a master. One person waved his hand and said: "Go down." He asked the disciples to go to a safe place.
The disciples obeyed the orders and all entered the wooden house within a short time.
Another person said in a cold voice: "I wonder if fellow Taoist people are coming to my house to cause trouble? Do you think we are easy to bully?"
At this time, the third person cut his index finger, drew a blood talisman in the air, and shouted: "Quick." The blood talisman flashed in the air and disappeared. Then a muffled voice came out: "Who called me?"
As soon as I said the word, the land in the sand valley flew up like waves, and a giant more than three meters tall stood out from it.
Zhang is afraid of being depressed, so high? Still human?
The three men in golden clothes saluted the giant: "See the leader." The big man turned out to be the leader, and he should not be taken seriously.
The giant looked past the three of them, looked directly at Zhang Afraid, and asked casually: "Is it him?" He slapped him, as huge as a cattail leaf fan.
Zhang was afraid of ducking away and felt angry, "What's wrong with me?" He exerted force with his feet, hit the ground, kicked out, and pounced towards the giant, with the Fushen Sword in his hand at the forefront.
The giant laughed, raised his palm to grab the magic sword, and heard a clang sound. His palm was actually harder than the shield, and he held the Fu Shen Sword in his palm.
Zhang Pingwei was also shocked. This guy's big hands were really strong. He exerted force with his feet and flew backwards, pulling out the sword. The giant followed up with big strides, clasped his palms together, and covered Zhang Wei's head. Looking at the strength, he could probably slap him flat.
Zhang is afraid of being cruel, are you trying to be cruel? I play too! He immediately changed his moves, changed his body shape from retreating to thrusting forward, holding the Fu Shen Sword with both hands, and flew into the giant's heart.
The two of them hit each other quickly, and their movements were so fast that no one but them could see clearly.
Zhang was afraid of thrusting with all his strength, and the giant did not dare to lift it up, so he clasped his hands in front of his chest to resist the flying thrust. Just because your hands are strong doesn't mean that other parts of your body are strong as well. Zhang was afraid that he was dissatisfied, so he could block my sword, but he might still be able to block it now. He focused all his attention on his wrist, and his spiritual power penetrated the long sword. He only heard a clear sound like a dragon's roar, and a sound appeared outside the sword. The gas-shaped sword was piercing the giant's hand.
The giant had a bad heart. He had already felt the powerful power contained in the sword, which was completely different from the previous stab. He resisted it with his palms and leaned sideways to prepare to escape.
This time the sword stabbed, there was no clang sound, but a swipe sound. The tip of the sword pierced into the palm of a hand, but it could only penetrate the tip of the sword. I don't know what the giant's palm was made of, it was so strong.
The giant was struck by the sword, and his face twitched instinctively. He raised his other hand and slashed at the sword. He wanted to break the sword.
Zhang Ho took a look and realized that this guy was really cruel. The end was still stabbing his palm. He dared to break the sword without fear of getting hurt again?
At this point, there is something I need to say again. The giant is more than three meters tall. If it were half a meter taller, it would be two Zhang Ai. Therefore, Zhang Ai stabbed his opponent in the heart with his sword. In fact, he flew up, three feet in the air, and held out his sword. It was a straight thrust. If Zhang was afraid of letting go, the Fushen Sword was pierced on the back of the giant's hand, holding it straight and not falling off.
So Zhang Zhi was very wicked and let go, letting the giant slap the Fu Shen Sword. The Fu Shen Sword was strong and the giant had great strength. He slapped the sword away and fell from the back of his hand, but what followed was another stab of the sword blade at the injured hand.