The Monk

Chapter 681 Giant

Pu Zhao said: "They say they are Taoists of Shengmen of the Holy Religion, but who in the world does not call themselves that? I know where they live and what they want to do, but they didn't inform the Holy Capital. You must feel strange, right?"

"Those guys want to attack Ghost Valley and let Ghost Ancestor go?" Zhang Tianfang was smart for once.

Zhang Pa and Fang Jian looked at each other, pondered for a while, and asked: "Is Shengmen very powerful?"

Pu Zhao nodded: "As far as I know, there are about 10,000 disciples and countless masters."

Zhang Pa understood that the five great monks did not attack Shengmen because they were worried that they would not be able to complete the attack and some people would run away. If many evil cultivators escaped, they would definitely become more and more crazy and harm the people. There have been too many such things. The ghost disciples cannot be killed, and the unlucky ones are only innocent people, so the five great monks will tolerate this so-called Holy Religion to survive until now.

And Shengmen is indeed surviving, and its only goal is to rescue Ghost Ancestor from the valley, so it hides near Tiexian Valley and carefully seeks development. But they were afraid of causing unnecessary trouble, so they dared not practice evil skills in a big way. Naturally, they could not go to other places to harm the people. It was just a pity that the monsters in the desert suffered for people. Pu Zhao saw his expression and guessed what he was thinking. Then he said: "We can't do it. There is another reason. It is said that the Ghost Ancestor has been sleeping peacefully, ignoring the fights between ghosts and unwilling to come to the bright world, so they can live in peace until now. But the ghost disciples are different. They want to improve their cultivation and will do everything they can. The leader of the Shengmen Sect is close to the Ghost Ancestor. If something happens to him, the Ghost Ancestor may be furious, and even the Buddha formation may not be able to trap him. We dare not take risks, so we will turn a blind eye to Shengmen and ignore it." "Are we going to let the ghost disciples run rampant?" Zhang Pa didn't understand. "I didn't ignore it. The last time I paid attention to it, the noise was a little loud, and a ghost emperor escaped, making the whole world uneasy." Pu Zhao said this with a little helplessness. It turned out that the Ghost Emperor escaped in this way. Zhang Pa was a little curious. How powerful is the Ghost Ancestor? Asking: "Is there no other way?"

"Everything is born in the sky, and there must be a way to counteract each other. Ghost Ancestor is not invincible, and there is always a way to restrain him." Puzhao said nonsense, meaning that there is no way in the near future, and he still can't do anything to Shengmen.

"It's boring. Just follow my instructions and kill them. They are just a group of ghosts. Who dares to be rude to me? Kill them all." Zhang Tianfang is really straightforward.

Zhang Pa thought about it and said: "I want to explore the details of Shengmen. Master, please help take care of these little guys."

Puzhao thought about it for a while and agreed: "Donor, be careful."

Zhang Tianfang was very excited: "That's it." Unexpectedly, Zhang Pa said to him: "You and Fang Jian stay."

"Why?" Zhang Tianfang shouted. Zhang Pa said: "Some minions, it's not worth you to go out. I'll ask you to help when I kill Ghost Ancestor." "You're kidding me!" Even Zhang Tianfang could hear that he was not sincere in his words.

"No matter what, you can't go anyway." After Zhang Pa finished speaking, he disappeared.

Zhang Tianfang wanted to chase him out, but Fang Jian said coldly: "If you don't want to be a burden, practice well!" After saying that, he went to the side to meditate and practice, without even looking at him. Zhang Tianfang's expression changed several times in a row, and finally he held his breath and sat next to Fang Jian to practice together.

Zhang Pa went out alone because he wanted to kill people, wanted to make a big fuss, and wanted to fight quickly. Zhang Fang and his partner might become a burden. As for the leader of the Shengmen Sect who might be related to the Ghost Ancestor, just ignore him. Just looking at his subordinates who are all Yuanying mid-level masters, it is estimated that the leader is powerful and cannot be easily killed.

He flew here quickly. It took him a day and a half to come here, and only half a day to go back. At night, Zhang Pa stood quietly at the entrance of the Shagu Valley.

The one-armed Taoist in front of the wooden house in the valley had a guarded expression on his face. He stood up and confronted him, and at the same time, he continuously cast several communication spells into the house.

As he cast the spell, the big man in black rushed out of the wooden house and sneered at Zhang Pa: "I said there must be something strange. It was you last time. If you don't want to live, I'll grant you your wish." Zhang Pa didn't say anything. He had been wearing that gray robe, which looked not very clean. But at this moment, the Fu Shen sword in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground. Without any other movements, the whole person showed a sharp aura. He looked at the big man expressionlessly, without saying or moving, just watching. The big man was a little dazed. Is this guy sick? But he looked very powerful. He stretched 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 the essence and blood for cultivation, and also wanted to take away the soul and spirit. At this time, more than a dozen people rushed out of the small wooden house quickly. They were all Yuanying cultivation, wearing red or white Taoist robes. As expected, there were so many Yuanying cultivators. Zhang Pa sighed and said loudly, "Put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha. I'll give you one chance."

As soon as he said this, even a fool would know that he was here to cause trouble. A dozen Yuanying demon cultivators surrounded him. The big man in black seemed to be worried that they would take away his credit, so he raised his war hammer and smashed it fiercely.

Zhang Pa raised the Fushen Sword and used the thin blade to fight against the huge war hammer. There was a sound like a sword entering its sheath, and the Fushen Sword was completely inserted into the war hammer.

The big man was stunned. What kind of sword is this? How can it be 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 instinctively twitched. 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, I have to say something again. The giant is more than three meters tall. If it is half a meter taller, it will be two Zhang Ai. Therefore, Zhang Ai stabs his opponent in the heart with his sword. In fact, it flies up, three feet in the air, and holds the 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.

Therefore, Zhang was afraid of being unethical and let the giant slap the Fushen Sword. The Fushen 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.