The Monk

After that, things were calm and a peaceful day passed. Of course, this was for the five girls. As long as they knew that Zhang Weifang was well, they were all calm. But for Zhang Weifang, they were still busy. First, they had to accompany the five girls, and then they were busy. Accompanying Zhang Tianfang, Daguo and others, they have to investigate the six so-called successors of the Creation God chosen by themselves. At the same time, things are constantly happening in the universe.

The boss of the Golden Scale Tribe was killed by Zhang Afraid, and the whole tribe fell into madness. Not to mention that this race is very weird. If it were another race or tribe, after the boss died, the first thing must be to elect the boss, and then Thinking about revenge is completely different for the Golden Scale Clan. The entire clan, as long as they are men, fly into the stars and search for all clues in their lair. Except for children and women, not even an old man is left behind. The clan members all want to avenge their boss. No matter whether they can beat the enemy or not, they must contribute their own strength.

Because of their ferocity and eagerness for revenge, they brought trouble to many cultivator planets. As such things gradually increased, the cultivators finally couldn't bear it anymore. Cultivators spread across a large star field and more than a dozen galaxies. Those who unite to fight against the Golden Scale Clan

Zhang Ping didn't know these things, and he never thought that killing a person would bring such a big trouble to the cultivators of the universe. But one day, Zhang Ping just came back from the God Realm, and he saw Guang Yi coming to look for him.

The soul swept over Guang Yi's body and said: "You are so amazing, how to heal your wounds." Guang Yi wrote on the ground and replied: "There is no magic, you can do it too" Zhang Ao quickly shook his head: "I can't do it" thought in his heart, I OK? Could it be that I have no real body like you?

Guang Yi came to look for Zhang Awei after recovering from his injury. Naturally, he wanted to find a way to return home. Guangyi wrote on the ground again: "Please help me, sir." Zhang Awei said: "I can't say whether I can help or not. I'm just trying my best."

Because I understand what the light curtain and the time rift are, I don’t have to waste time waiting and ask Guang Yi directly: "Do you remember where you came from? I mean the first place you came to this world." Guang nodded and said: " Remember, remember, never forget." Zhang Ping said: "Take me there." After saying this, he went into the house to say hello to the women, and flew into the starry sky with Guangyi.

More than ten years ago, Guang Yi was more powerful than Zhang Ai, and his flying speed was many times higher. But now it is different. Only the past twelve years are not much different from the twelve days for cultivators, but Zhang Ai has become Extremely powerful, flying at such an extreme speed that even Guang Yi cannot catch up.

The two of them were flying and didn't want to encounter a battle group two days later. There were two figures flying desperately far to their left, one after the other. There were strong aura fluctuations in the distance.

Seeing two figures flying towards them, Zhang Awei didn't want to pay attention to it. Cultivators fight every day, and whether they love to die or not is to live or die is all what they ask for. But Guangyi stopped and rushed towards Zhang Awei a few times. Feeling afraid, he released his soul for a moment and sighed: "What are these things? You can encounter trouble even if you fly in the starry sky." Then he asked Guang Yi softly: "Want to help?" Guang Yi flashed several times in succession. The light, Zhang was afraid of causing confusion and kept flashing around. Do you want to help or not?

Just as he was about to ask another question, two figures flew closer one after another. The one in front was an injured cultivator. Seeing Zhang Ai's back, he became happy and shouted loudly: "Fellow Daoist, help me." Zhang Ai sighed and said, "Then help." The figure flashed, Let the injured cultivator in front pass and block in front of the second figure.

The second figure is a black monster, who is a master of the Golden Scale Tribe

Seeing someone blocking the way, the black monster didn't ask any questions. The figure rushed forward and grabbed it with its sharp claws.

Zhang was afraid of frowning, is this guy crazy? Killing people on sight without asking about right or wrong? I felt a little unhappy, so I tapped with one palm to knock over the black monster, but did not kill him.

After the black monster fell over, it took advantage of the momentum to roll out, then jumped up and flew back into the battle.

This guy was quite astute. He knew it was not Zhang who was afraid of his opponent, so he backed away at that time.

At this time, the injured cultivator came over and thanked him: "My name is Tie Long. I don't know what you call me, senior?" He knocked away the strong enemy with one palm. Naturally, it was the senior and not the fellow Taoist.

Zhang Zhen did not answer his name, but looked at the fluctuation of aura in the distance and asked quietly: "What's going on?"

Tielong asked in surprise: "Senior, don't you know?" As he spoke, he also looked into the distance, and his face turned pale. He rushed to Zhang Afraid and cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, senior, for saving me. I have to go back..." He stopped here. After a while, I hope that the master Zhang Aifeng will help.

Zhang Ain didn't say anything, but looked thoughtfully at the iron dragon in the distance for a moment. Seeing that Zhang Ain had no intention of speaking, he continued: "Junior has gone back, and I also ask senior to give me the title of Dharma. If I can't die in this battle, I will I’ll definitely come and say thank you.”

Hearing this, Zhang Wen glanced at him and asked casually: "Why are you fighting these monsters?" Tie Long said: "It's a long story. I don't have time to elaborate at this time. Say goodbye." Seeing Zhang Wen always asked, and There were fellow disciples who were killing each other in the battlefield. He couldn't just stand aside and watch the excitement. He slightly cupped his hands and turned around to fly back to the battlefield.

Seeing Tie Long leaving, Zhang Awei asked Guangyi: "Do you want to go there?" The light kept flickering. Zhang Awei looked confused and said depressedly: "Forget it, let's go over and have a look." After saying that, Guangyi flew towards the battlefield. Keep wandering around and follow us together

Since it was a fight with the Golden Scale Clan, the fight was very fierce. As a common enemy, Zhang Ai should go and watch the fun and even help. Anyway, those guys from the Golden Scale Clan only kill people randomly.

Not long after, the two flew into the battlefield, looked around, and found that the battlefield was really big. The endless starry sky was the endless battlefield. There were at least tens of thousands of people working hard. Human cultivators were outnumbered, but the Golden Scale clan was really powerful. , often dodging to kill one person, and the next moment, killing another person.

In the battle situation, most cultivators form a battle formation to fight against the enemy. There are few master cultivators who face the enemy alone. However, no matter how they deal with the enemy, they are mostly at a disadvantage.

Zhang Ping didn't understand why such a thing happened, but since the fight had already begun, and had been fighting for a long time, the cultivators were clearly at a disadvantage, but they still insisted on killing the enemy, even if they hurt themselves a thousand times, they still wanted to kill 800 enemies.

For this reason, no cultivator is willing to take death lightly. Even if he dies, he must create opportunities for his companions to kill monsters. Therefore, the iron dragon will escape alone, and when it is safe, he will fly back and continue to escape desperately. It is not because he is afraid of death, but because he does not want to. Death is worthless

Seeing corpses everywhere in the starry sky, Zhang Awei sighed softly, then shouted: "Stop!"

There is no gas in the starry sky, or rather, it is so thin that it is as if it does not exist. Zhang is afraid that this sound not only spreads far away, but also shouts billowing air waves in the empty starry sky. Only a white mist flashes past, and that loud shout With huge force, he pushed everyone on the battlefield away. The unlucky guy who was relatively close seemed to have been hit by a heavy punch, turning into a meteor, shooting into the distance with a swish, and disappearing.

After this loud shout, the battle immediately stopped. The human cultivators and the masters of the Golden Scale Tribe separated and formed two groups to look at Zhang Ai. They couldn't figure out who this guy was. What was going on with the light around him? Why stop them from fighting?

After all, they don't want to stop, but in the starry sky, many cultivators can be beaten away with just one shout. Who can offend such an expert?

It is bloody to dare to risk one's life, but if you are trying to use a mantis as a chariot, even if you are bloody, you are still a big fool.

After a while, the two groups stood still, and a group of unlucky guys who were beaten away by Zhang Awei's shouts also flew back one after another, entered their respective teams, and looked at Zhang Awei.

Zhang Zhi was very depressed. Am I good-looking? At that time, he shouted: "Iron Dragon"

The voice was loud, but no one answered. Zhang Ai frowned, feeling that something was wrong. His soul lightly swept over it, and his expression immediately changed, and he looked at a certain place on the battlefield.

Fang Tielong flew back first, Zhang Weizhen only stopped for a moment, and then flew back, but in such a short time, Tielong was already dead. Tielong had been seriously injured when he escaped. Zhang Weizhen didn't pay attention, especially since Tielong was still alive. I wanted to ask him to help in the fight, which he didn't like. No one likes to be taken advantage of.

But Tie Long is a tough man after all. He is not afraid of the enemy's strength, nor does he care about his injuries. He just charges forward bravely.

Zhang was afraid that he felt a little uncomfortable. He moved slightly, came to Tie Long, and said softly: "Why bother?" This guy is not dead yet, or in other words, his soul is dead, but his body is still alive, and he is just a living dead. In the universe, without the soul, this body cannot exist at all, so at this time, Tie Long felt uncomfortable and twitched slightly. However, his body was seriously injured and had been disabled by the enemy. Even though there was strong pain and Discomfort can only be expressed slightly

With a sigh, he scanned the body again with his soul, and at the same time scanned the starry sky. Then with one hand, the iron dragon's body suddenly turned into nothingness, leaving nothing behind, and was annihilated in the starry sky.

Zhang Ai said softly: "From now on, you and the universe have the same fate."

After saying this, he turned around and looked at the masters of the Golden Scale Clan. There were not many in number, only more than 1,800 people in total, while there were at least 18,000 human cultivators in the other direction.

After looking at the two groups, I looked at the battlefield. The huge starry sky was full of corpses. There were only a few of the Golden Scales, about a thousand, and there were many of the human cultivators, at least fifteen thousand. It looked so high. Zhang was very unhappy about the casualty ratio.

At this time, a human cultivator flew out of the crowd, clasped his fists at Zhang Awei and said: "Iron King greets senior, I wonder what you call senior?"

Iron King? Hearing this name and looking at the empty starry sky where Tielong once stayed, Zhang Awei whispered: "Don't fight, collect the body."

Hearing this, the masters of the Golden Scale Clan and the human cultivators looked at each other. No one dared to move. They were all confused about the situation. They didn't know what Zhang Ao wanted to do. Zhang Ao smiled bitterly and said, "Take it or not." Yes, I will burn it." To be continued)

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