The Monk

Chapter 463: Killing people

More than 300 lives were lost again. Zhang Wen suppressed his anger and quickly collected the corpses. After burning them, he hurried out of the village and then found a third mummified village. He was so angry that he clenched his teeth, his eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire, and his consciousness was searching for the surrounding situation. Then his expression changed, and he passed through the village across the corpses. After a while, there was an open space everywhere, and there were forty people in the open space. Many people are fighting.

There were slightly more demonic cultivator saints and slightly smaller number of red-eyed ghost disciples. The two sides were almost evenly matched.

His spiritual consciousness swept over and saw a group of alchemy-forming monks. Zhang Wei summoned the Fushen Sword and charged into the battle group. The battles of the Danjie monks were mainly based on magical weapons, such as thunder, lightning, lightning, water attacks, etc. It was very lively, but Zhang Wen just regarded these spells as a game, shuttled through the crowd at extremely fast speeds, and soon flirted with them. A large area fell, and all the ghost disciples collapsed to the ground without exception. Seeing this great opportunity, the saints showed no mercy and waved their magic weapons to kill them. But they heard a loud shout in their ears: "Get out!" Only then did the saints remember that there was a master next to them. They hurriedly took a few steps back, and stood up with a handsome young man cupping his fists and saying, "Thank you, senior, for your help." They wanted to ask the senior in their hearts. Why did they not dare to stop them from killing the ghost disciples?

Zhang Ai's eyes were cold and he ignored the young man who was talking to him. He waved his hand and gathered the ghost disciples who had fallen on the ground into a pile. There were eighteen people in total. They all had the golden elixir in their brains broken by him and were seriously injured and fell into coma. He turned around and called Fang Jian and Song Yunyi: "You guys go farther away." Zhang Tianfang didn't understand, so he asked as he walked: "What do you want to do?"

Zhang Ai grabbed a ghost disciple, gently crushed his left calf bone, and then rubbed it. The ghost disciple let out a scream and woke up from the pain. When he saw what was going on around him, he hurriedly said in a trembling voice: "Senior Spare your life."

Blood seeped out from the ghost disciple's broken leg, soaking his trouser legs. Zhang Awei said quietly: "I want to ask you a question." He slashed with his right hand, cutting off the ghost disciple's shattered left calf. The blood was immediately unrestrained, and the flow became larger and flowed on the ground. A pool of blood gathered together.

The ghost disciple shouted: "Senior, what do you want to ask? I'm sure I know everything, but you haven't asked yet..." Zhang Weijing glanced at him with cold eyes and choked his last words. Zhang Ain asked: "There are three villages to the east, and nearly a thousand people died. Is it you who did it?"

The ghost disciple quickly shook his head: "It's not me."

"Oh?" Zhang Ai raised his right hand, looking at the posture and wanted to kill, but stopped for a moment, waved his backhand, and shot seventeen qi energy into the bodies of the remaining seventeen ghost disciples who were unconscious, waking them up.

This group of ghost disciples were in great panic after waking up. When they found that the golden elixir had exploded and there were more than 20 saints around them, they suddenly felt like they were falling into an ice cave. They knew that today was over and the explanation was here, so they calmed down and forced themselves to He stood up, looked around, and finally focused his attention on Zhang Ao and the ghost disciples who were tortured by Zhang Ao.

Zhang Ai was very satisfied with their performance and nodded: "Stay here for a while and don't wander around." Then he continued to ask the ghost disciple next to him: "I'll ask you again and think carefully before answering. There are three villages to the east. Who killed the person?"

The ghost disciple quickly replied: "It's not me, it's really not me, ah!" Without saying anything, he screamed again. Zhang Wen took his hand away from his right calf, and the ghost disciple's other calf was also broken into powder. It was rubbed several times and the pain was unbearable. Zhang Awei said softly: "What I'm asking is who killed those people?"

The unlucky ghost disciple broke out in a cold sweat and replied tremblingly: "I don't know, I was called to fight. The fourth child said that Hu Mazi sent a messenger to ask people to fight..." Zhang was afraid that he would not let him continue to suffer any more, and gently used his right hand. With a flick of his hand, he cut off his head, turned around and asked the other ghost disciples: "Who is Hu Mazi?"

The ghost disciples were not afraid of death, but they did not want to suffer in vain before death. Many people focused their attention on a big man with a pockmarked face. Zhang Wen took a look and realized that his true name was just like the person he was. He didn't waste a good name, but he was also quite curious. The meridians in a cultivator's body are smooth, the essence is pure, and the essence is eliminated. This guy can actually grow pockmarks all over his face. He is simply the worst person in the world. Strange thing. He walked over and asked, "Are you Hu Mazi?" Hu Mazi stood very straight, tried to stay calm, and said with a calm expression: "I killed the people in those three villages. You can kill or behead them as you please. "

This guy was very brave and brave. He thought he would have to be interrogated for a while, and maybe tortured, but he didn't expect that Hu Mazi would do it right now. Zhang Awei looked at him for a while and asked, "Just you?"

"It's just me." Hu Mazi answered forcefully.

Zhang Awei nodded slightly, pursed his upper lip slightly, seemed a little lonely and helpless, and said softly: "That's it." The Fu Shen Sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and with a casual stroke, the silver light flashed, except for Hu Mazi. The ghost disciple was cut into two pieces by his sword, and then he said to Hu Mazi: "If you hold on a little longer, you will kill so many innocent people, about 7800 people. I don't have a count, so I'll cut them." I'll give you seven hundred dollars, and then I'll send you away." His tone was calm, as if he was chatting with everyone. After saying this, Zhang Weijing was shocked, how could I become so cold-blooded?

Hu Mazi was even more shocked. He couldn't calm down anymore and shouted: "Kill me quickly, don't you dare? Do you dare to kill me, you bastard!"

Zhang Ain pretended that he didn't hear, and said softly: "Like a man, just hold on for a while, and it will be quick." He raised his hand and pressed Hu Mazi's forehead, and sent spiritual power into his body to control the blood vessels all over his body and not move. Then he tore off his clothes, took out the Moon Shadow Knife, and quickly slashed across his chest, cutting off a piece of meat as big as his paw, holding it in front of his eyes and saying, "The first cut." Throwing away the piece of meat, he slashed his cheek with his backhand, Cut off half of the dough, looked at it, nodded and said, "That's it."

The reason why Hu Mazi has pockmarks all over his face is related to his cultivation. He sucked blood and refined his qi. Over the years, the things in his blood that could not be melted condensed together. Because they were related to the cultivation method, they affected his cultivation and could not be excreted from his body, so he had pockmarks on his face.

After Zhang Pa understood, he said disdainfully: "Evil skills." The Moon Shadow Knife waved continuously, and cut off Hu Mazi's skin all over his body like removing fish scales, revealing white flesh, blood vessels, and blood that kept oozing out of the white flesh. In just a moment, Hu Mazi turned into a bloody man, screaming miserably. Zhang Pa ignored him and concentrated on cutting his seven hundred knives.

In the distance, Song Yunyi and the girls turned their backs to Zhang Pa, so they could not see what he was doing, but the screams were heard, causing discomfort to the girls, and they shouted: "Don't kill, don't kill."

Zhang Pa still ignored him, and did not even set up a soundproof barrier, and continued to cut the flesh cruelly. Zhang Tianfang muttered in a low voice: "Crazy." More than twenty saints not far away looked at Zhang Pa with fear on their faces. Who is this man? Why is he so cruel?

Soon, six hundred and ninety-nine cuts were made, with one cut left. Zhang Pa stopped and asked, "Do you have anything to say?" Hu Mazi had been tortured to the point of being neither human nor ghost. His voice was hoarse, and he stared with bloodshot eyes and screamed, "I'm going to kill you." Zhang Pa said expressionlessly, "That's impossible." He cut his throat with a knife, and Hu Mazi died.