From Jiu Shu's world

"Amitabha, the poor monk thanked my little friend for saving his life."

Master Ci'en reluctantly got up to thank him, he said in a concentrated voice: "That giant hand is powerful, please be careful little friend."

Henry Zhang knocked the two corpse kings into the air, and Ci En naturally knew how powerful Henry Zhang was, but he still didn't think Henry Zhang could withstand that big hand, so he immediately reminded him to pay attention.

But before he finished speaking, the two roars behind Henry Zhang sounded again, and the two corpse kings who had been beaten to the ground just now got up and rushed towards Henry Zhang.

This time, I don’t know if they were really angry or felt the strength of Henry Zhang. The body gas burst out, and the figure rose a little, becoming more and more terrifying, and rushed towards Henry Zhang.

"Two seniors, protect yourself, these things, the younger generation will deal with them."

After Henry Zhang finished speaking, he turned around and looked at the two corpse kings rushing forward, the breath on his body gradually increased, and he couldn't keep his hand this time.

585章 隔绝

"DengDengDeng"

The corpse king rushed over, and every time he stepped on the ground, he could sink into the ground a little bit, creating many cracks.

The power of the two corpse kings had even spread to Qianhe and Simu, which made them look terrified and sweat for Henry Zhang.

With one against two, Henry Zhang’s situation seemed extremely bad to them.

However, Henry Zhang didn't have the slightest intention of shrinking back. Facing these two corpse kings, he stepped forward instead.

The thunder light in his hand released, and the arcs ran wildly, like a god of thunder.

He stretched out his hand towards one of the most vicious corpse kings, and grabbed it hard.

Although the corpse king also stretched out his hand to parry, but when he touched Henry Zhang's thunder-covered hand, he made a sizzling sound, and his muscles and corpses were being wiped away by the thunder.

Henry Zhang was physically tyrannical, pulling the area around, with strength like a mountain, pulled the corpse king over, lowered it a little, and then hit the corpse king's head heavily with the Lightning and Thunder Fist with his right hand.

Lei Guang made a masterpiece, but it was Henry Zhang's physical body that was no worse than Lei Guang.

With one punch, the corpse king's head, which is stronger than steel, was sunken in, and the thunder light swept towards the corpse crazily, and the whole body of the soldier corpse king was scorched black.

Henry Zhang twisted its head hard, and the corpse was separated immediately. Lei Guang turned the corpse king into coke, and the dead could not die anymore.

The other corpse king rushed, but Henry Zhang raised his hand and struck it with thunder light. The thunder light gushed like a spring, blasting it away, and then Henry Zhang's figure flashed in the next moment, and he arrived in front of the corpse king who had just been knocked into the air, with the thunder pattern in his hand As soon as the mahogany sword came out, it fell down, splitting the corpse king into two.

Henry Zhang moved cleanly and quickly, and the offensive was fast, and he solved the two corpse kings in an instant.

Zhang Qingsong's heart trembled, is this kind of cultivation really or virtual cultivation?

With such a guess in his mind, he turned his head to look at Master Ci'en, and suddenly saw that he also had the same expression.

After a while, Master Ci'en said: "Little friend Zhang, I'm afraid you are also a celestial master."

A celestial master cultivated, a terrestrial immortal.

I don't know how many people are trapped in this realm, and they can't break through it all their lives.

At present, a junior from Maoshan, quietly and then coming from behind, has to be embarrassing.

However, Henry Zhang didn't care about the sighs of the two of them. Instead, he slashed fiercely at the giant hand that was stretching down from the sky and rushing towards him with the Thunder Pattern Mahogany Sword in his hand.

The thunder light rushed to the sky, and instantly cut the big hand made of gray air into two halves. The big hand that Zhang Qingsong and Ci En could not shake with the joint efforts of Zhang Qingsong, suddenly scattered under Henry Zhang's thunder light.

It seems that once the clouds rise and the clouds disperse, they can't hinder it.

The thunder light rushed to the sky, and suddenly there were waves of thunder clouds on the Huangling Mountain.

"crash"

The thunder light illuminated the Huangling Mountain, and went straight to the ghosts flying out of the Huangling. Henry Zhang released countless bloodthirsty locusts to help the monks fight the ghosts.

After Henry Zhang finished all this, he looked in the direction of the depths of Huangling Mountain.

Just now the big hands dispersed, the gray smoke has not dissipated until now, instead it is entangled and surging, which is extremely weird.

Henry Zhang suddenly said: "Why are you still planning to hide now?"

Henry Zhang’s words came to everyone’s ears in this battlefield, and they all looked surprised and looked over there.

Now there are still people hiding here, it must be the people behind the scenes.

"Tap Tap"

Footsteps sounded, the gray fog gradually dissipated, and a man walked out slowly from the fog, a tall man in a black robe, in his early forties, with gray hair that didn't match his age, very conspicuous, a bit decadent look like.

"Li Qianliu has met Daoist Zhang, and the celestial master of the Maoshan voodoo line really lives up to his reputation."

Li Qianliu looked towards the bloodthirsty locust who was culling the ghosts, with some approval in his eyes.

Li Qianliu's words undoubtedly changed everyone's expressions. Maoshan Zhang Xuan turned out not to be a refiner, but a celestial master.

Except for Zhang Qingsong and Ci'en, the rest of the people were all taken aback. At this moment, not a few were injured by ghosts.

It has been more than a hundred years since a celestial master has appeared, and it is already rare.

Now that Henry Zhang suddenly appeared, it was Maoshan's great luck.

The monks can only envy Maoshan in their hearts, but some shrewd people, like the four-eyed Taoist priest, have a stern look, and they can see that Henry Zhang is a celestial master.

That means that this man named Li Qianliu probably has almost the same level of cultivation.

Henry Zhang looked at Li Qianliu, and said: "Li Qianliu? It's a good name, you are also a celestial master, and you should know that Meng Yao who woke up is no longer Meng Yao, but just a drought born from Meng Yao's corpse."

Li Qianliu shook his head, he said: "I don't care about that, she will get better after living, whether she succeeds or not, it's just me dying alone, so why worry?"

After Li Qianliu finished speaking, he released gray gas from his hands, and began to control the formation. Immediately, countless gray gas appeared from the cracks in the ground behind Henry Zhang, which separated the two from Zhang Qingsong and the others.

Fulong's formation was split into two.

Henry Zhang and Li Qianliu were separated alone in this way.

"Damn it, what does Li Qianliu want to do?"

Uncle Jiu's face darkened, and the whisk in his hand sent the corpse king flying, breaking his arm, and he had the upper hand.

She wanted to help Henry Zhang after she solved the corpse king.

But I didn't expect Li Qianliu to isolate everyone. Although the gray air is only faintly visible, like a mist.

But everyone present knew that there was nothing they could do about this frustration.

Zhang Qingsong and Master Ci'en couldn't break through the gray air that made up the handprint, and it was almost impossible for them to break through.