The Monk

Chapter 652 Warlock Camp

The saddest thing is that after the five sects came to the ghost disciple's lair, their deaths were accelerated. A group of unlucky people thought they would practice and develop together with the demon cultivators, but they didn't know that not long after entering the cave, the high-level warlocks were killed, and the low-level warlocks were killed. He was locked up and kept for the ghost disciples to practice and use slowly later.

Ghost disciples use people like objects!

Zhang Ao did a little counting, and now he saw fifteen Nascent Soul mid-level ghost disciples. He knew that the Ghost Emperor had some skills, and Yuanying masters could also give birth in batches. It was really scary.

Exit this cave and go into other tunnels. Similarly, the end of each cave is locked with an iron fence, and there are two Yuanying ghost disciples guarding the door. There are many people imprisoned in the cave, including ordinary Northland people, young women, and warlock sects. The strangest thing is There are still some demon cultivators imprisoned, thinking that this is dog eating dog, so we know the origin of the corpses of those demon cultivators in the corpse mountain in the hall.

After understanding the situation here, return to the first hall, which is the place full of corpses. There are four passages in the hall, and you have just walked through one. Now you need to explore what is behind the other three passages.

The exploration was quickly completed, and there was a huge cave behind each of the three passages. The largest one was empty, with some items remaining. In the other two caves, one had more than 2,000 demon cultivators practicing, and the other had more than 100 demon cultivators. The red-eyed ghost disciples practice by immersing themselves in the blood pool, and their cultivation levels range from the intermediate level of pill formation to the primary level of Nascent Soul.

There are no high-level Nascent Soul monks or above, and there is no Ghost Emperor in the cave. Zhang is afraid of releasing one hundred and twenty-eight God-defying snakes and eight shadow tigers. Kill them. There is no need to survive a group of scourges. They deal with the ghost cultivators below the level of Yuanying. Zhang Ao will deal with the ghosts above. He needs to refine their Yuanying to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Start killing from the blood pool first. Zhang Wei set up a barrier at the entrance of the cave to seal the cave. Then he showed the Fu Shen Sword and killed the Yuanying ghost disciples. The Fu Shen Snake followed suit. There were too few enemies and there were not enough for the snakes to divide. In a short time, After a face-to-face encounter, there was no one alive in the blood pool.

Zhang was afraid that he would seal the escaped Nascent Soul into the Golden Core Soul, and then release the Concentration Pearl to clean out the entire cave, even the weak Yin spirits.

Then he went to the Demon Cultivation Cave to kill people. He was not in the mood to identify whether there was someone who was killed unjustly. Being on the wrong team would be a major crime. They would all die anyway, so he would just kill them all. Finally, he went to the cave where the warlock was imprisoned. With his cultivation level, it was easy to kill more than a dozen Nascent Soul mid-level ghost disciples, not to mention the help of more than a hundred Fu Shen snakes. After killing them all, including those killed by the blood pool just now, the Jindan Yuanshen had forcibly sealed five of them. More than ten Nascent Souls.

Of course, the demon cultivators who carried the corpses were not spared either, and they were all killed. The problem is that killing people is easy, but the trouble is how to deal with the imprisoned people. There are ordinary people, monks, and warlocks. There are more than 3,000 people in total, especially more than 500 ordinary people. It is really difficult to take them out. They have to go through more than 100 meters of mud and nearly 100 meters of water. Lake water.

First save the ordinary people, all the villagers in the North. I don’t know that a group of ghost disciples slaughtered several villages and killed tens of thousands of people, but they still imprisoned more than 500 people, including more than a hundred virgins. It seems that ghost disciples value virginity very much when practicing martial arts.

A group of poor people were languishing, and Zhang was afraid that he would become the medicine king boy and give them life elixirs. Take a look at the remaining tunnels to get an idea. He collected the divine snakes and left eight shadow tigers, and then released people into each cave, oppressing them with his own tyrannical strength, and threatening the eight terrifying monsters, asking the cultivators to lead ordinary people out.

A group of cultivators finally had a chance to escape alive. Who dared not to obey Zhang Awei's instructions honestly, and after temporarily holding the ordinary people's breath, they rushed out with one person each.

Zhang Tianfang was a little bored on the lake, and suddenly he noticed that the water under his feet was surging, and then he saw cultivators appearing one after another. There were more than 500 people, and each of them hugged an ordinary person. As soon as this group of people came up, some of them wanted to run away and flew away with all their strength. Zhang Tianfang didn't care about them, he just killed them with his sword. After killing two people easily and shocking the other cultivators, the group of people finally stopped at the lakeside.

Although Zhang Tianfang didn't know what was going on below, he could still tell the difference between cultivators and ordinary people. After controlling these people with tyrannical force, he waited quietly for Zhang Wen to appear.

More than 3,000 people were rescued from dire straits, regained their hope of life, and cooperated with him very much. These people also thought that no matter what happened, they would not be as miserable as they were at the bottom of the lake, waiting to be killed.

After a while, Zhang Wen emerged from the water with eight shadow tigers. In the short time he spent, he refined all the corpses below, destroyed all the magic circle barriers, and then came out.

Looking at the crowd of people, Zhang was afraid that he was not in the mood to take care of them. Be it monks or warlocks, they were a group of low-level cultivators. The ones who could make the decisions were their sect masters, elders and others. They were not even considered subordinates. What's more, after going through this ordeal and walking on the edge of life and death, I will definitely remember this ordeal in the future and never dare to act recklessly again. He said lightly: "Let's go."

Zhang Tianfang was puzzled: "Let them go?"

"If you don't want to go, will you take it with you?" Zhang Ain asked him. Zhang Tianfang quickly shook his head, turned around and shouted: "Hurry up, do you hear me?"

A group of cultivators are confused about the situation, but since they are allowed, run away quickly, life is always precious! Everyone fled in all directions with a bang, and soon they were gone.

There were still about 500 ordinary people left in front of the three people, who looked around hastily and panicked. Zhang Ain took out the carriage made of five immortal trees and said: "Get in the carriage and take you home."

The whole process was a bit chaotic. More than 500 people came from more than 20 villages. It was impossible to send them back one by one. Moreover, even if they were sent back, the villages would be empty. So we simply took them to the nearest village, distributed a large amount of food, and left them to fend for themselves. self-destruction. No one can take care of others for the rest of their lives. All Zhang Ai can do is provide food so that you can have enough food and clothing until next year. But in the future, everyone still has to live on their own.

After settling the people, the three of them left. Put away the carriage and put away the shadow tiger, and continue to trace the traces of the ghost disciples. Although their lair was destroyed, the biggest danger still existed. The Ghost Emperor was not dead, and the top-level ghost disciples were also there. There was a massacre at the bottom of the lake. Not even a high-level ghost disciple of Nascent Soul encountered a single one, and they didn’t know where they were going.

Song Yinglong said that all the sects of Hantian Clan gathered in one place, and there must be hundreds of thousands of warlocks. He had seen corpses on two battlefields a few days ago, and the total was only more than 1,300 people. Where are the other warlocks?

The three of them continued to fly eastward in search, flying over the lake and over the fierce mountains, and finally found the warlock's base camp. On the endless grassland, there are endless tent houses with three floors inside and three floors outside, stretching to the horizon.

As soon as the three people appeared, three teams of warlocks flew towards them. One team of six people, and three teams of eighteen people stood in three battle formations and surrounded them. As long as they found something wrong, six people were fighting against one, and they could immediately launch an attack.

Zhang was afraid that he would stop flying, and Zhang Tianfang didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, so he stopped with Fang Jian.

The warlock flew closer and dispersed with a roar, more targeted and aggressive than before. Zhang Wen didn't take it seriously and chuckled, "We don't mean any harm."

The eighteen warlocks had serious and nervous expressions. One of them yelled: "Sign up, what are you doing here?" Because the warlocks and monks' skills were wrong, they couldn't see that Zhang was afraid that the three of them had a low level of cultivation, so they dared to speak loudly. Shouting.

Zhang Ping said: "Keep your voice down, we are not deaf, who has the final say here?" There are eighteen people in front of me who have the highest level of foundation building and top level cultivation. There is really no need to talk nonsense with them.

The expressions of the eighteen people changed, and they all assumed attack postures at the same time. The person who spoke shouted again: "Which country are the monks you three from? Which sect and sect are you from? Please report them immediately."

Zhang Tianfang was a little impatient, but he also knew that there was no need to get angry with a group of low-level cultivators. He waved his hand and said, "Call someone from the Nascent Soul Stage to come over. What can I say to you?"

At this time, Zhang Ai suddenly shouted: "Yu Yuan, come here." He let go of his soul and swept towards the warlock camp. He found a familiar presence inside and remembered that it was Yu Yuan from Shuiyue Sect.

As he shouted, more than a hundred alchemy magicians instantly flew out of the distant battle camp, and swarmed towards this side, including Yu Yuan.

After this group of people flew over, an old man frowned and said: "Where did you come from, young boy? This is not a place for you to make noise. You should know better and leave immediately."

After he finished speaking, a bitter scholar flew out of the crowd. He was wearing a long blue coat, with his hair tied up and his face white. He was a high-level alchemy practitioner. He looked over with surprise and doubt on his face: "Are you Daoist Fellow Zhang?" He looked at Zhang Tianfang Fangjian again, turned around and said to the old man. : "Uncle Bian, these three are my disciple's friends. They killed the enemy together when the monsters were in trouble."

The old man glanced at the three of them and snorted coldly: "Be more careful in the future and don't shout nonsense." He flicked his long sleeves and flew back to the camp with the people. When the eighteen low-level warlocks saw that the three of them knew their elders, they clasped their fists to signal and left, leaving only Yu Yuan himself.

Zhang Pingquan didn't care about the attitude of these people. He was far worse than Master Hantian. He smiled and said, "It's fate that I can still see fellow Taoist Yu Yuan. How have you been lately?"

Yu Yuan shook his head: "What's the big deal? What are you doing here?" Then he added, "I've met Senior Zhang." The story of the best man in the world has spread to the North, and he has heard about it.

When the demon beast Huanhuan first met, Zhang Ping had not yet given birth to a baby, but Yu Yuan had a very good attitude towards him. He was not as arrogant and hostile as other warlocks, so they had a good impression of each other. Zhang Aixiao asked: "Don't call me senior, it's uncomfortable. Why are you still at a high level?"

Yu Yuan was a little restrained. To him, the top level of cultivation was as high as legend. He didn't want anyone he knew to achieve it. He respectfully replied: "Disciple Nudu, I have been practicing hard for many years without making any progress. I dare to ask my senior to come here." What's the matter?"

Zhang Ping said: "Ghost killer disciple." He repeated: "Don't call me senior, just call me the same as before." Yu Yuanxiang smiled and said: "It is better to obey orders than to be respectful. We can fight side by side again." Chong San The man signaled to stop and speak, and then asked: "Do fellow Taoists have enmity with ghost disciples?" No matter how nice he said it, they had only met each other once. If he didn't ask carefully, he would still be a little worried.

Zhang was afraid of falling to the ground and replied: "There is a grudge, a big grudge!" Zhang Tianfang was attacked by ghosts and almost died. How could he not have any grudge? He even wanted to skin the Ghost Emperor alive, and said angrily: "As long as the Ghost Emperor dies, I will hunt him down for the rest of my life."

Only Fang Jian remained silent with a calm expression.