The Monk

Chapter 833: Someone from Longhu Mountain

At this time, Zhan Yun came to the front mountain and asked Zhang Awei: "Did nothing happen just now? The atmosphere in the mountain is chaotic. What is coming in?" Zhang Awei replied: "It's okay, it's just a pile of rubbish." Then he asked: "If they There are forty top-level cultivators, how can we fight them?"

"Forty?" Zhan Yun frowned and asked, "Are they ambush?"

Zhang Ping said: "There are six top-level masters hiding in the south of Tianlei Mountain. I don't believe they are here to see the scenery. There are six masters in the south area alone. There are just a few hidden in other places, and there are twenty people. It's easy, and with these bastards at the foot of the mountain, forty is still considered a minor."

Zhan Yun shook his head repeatedly: "There will be no good things if I am with you. You are alone on the mountain, I am alone, plus the little monk..." Zhang Fing said: "If it's not empty, don't forget it. Unless Tian Fang is in danger, otherwise he will easily I won't take action." Zhan Yun said helplessly: "Are we just going to fight each other?" Zhang Ai corrected: "There are three other women on the other side of the mountain."

Zhan Yun said angrily: "There are a lot of masters out there, is there any difference between three and two?"

Normally, Zhang was afraid that he would be bored arguing with Zhan Yun about three is three and two is two, but he was not in the mood at this time. He turned around and looked at the people and beasts behind him. The only ones who could help were pigs, kittens and Suzaku, he didn't even want Huo'er to take risks, let alone the Fu Shen Snakes who treated him like his own children.

It's a pity that there is no water source under the mountain. Otherwise, relying on ice crystals, we would at least be invincible.

Zhan Yun sighed and said, "Don't look at it. I'm in bad luck. I'll give you my life."

Zhang Awei shook his head: "You can't go down the mountain." Zhan Yun only had one hand, and the other hand was cut off when he chased Zhang Awei. It would be easy to bully cultivators below the high level of Nascent Soul. But against a top-level monk, one less hand would mean less chance of victory, and Zhang was afraid that he would not let him take the risk.

Zhan Yun smiled and said: "Look down on disabled people? I have become very skilled in fighting. There is no problem in fighting."

Zhang Ping still disagrees. Even if you have practiced for decades and are used to fighting with one hand, your opponent is a top-level monk who is used to his own body for hundreds of thousands of years. You will only be more skilled than you in doing various movements. .

Zhan Yun knew that what he said was right, and there was no need to dwell on the issue at this time. He joked: "You are not planning to make forty to one pair, are you?" Zhang Weijing smiled and said, "That's the idea."

Zhang Tianfang muttered: "Crazy." Zhang Ping said: "You are crazy." He flashed Zhang's communication talisman and advised Master Hantian to leave. Although he knew that she would not leave, he still threw Zhang's talisman to inform her. Be at ease with yourself.

At this point in the battle, except for the pigs and kittens who killed three people, no one died in the head-on confrontation. Only the mountain monks lost many ancient monsters and insects, and more than a hundred iron men were subdued. At this time, Wu Yi stopped moving rashly and floated quietly above the pit with his people. No one spoke or moved. He didn't know what he was waiting for.

Zhang Tianfang felt a little depressed and asked, "You're not going to shoot off again, are you?" "Shut up." Zhang Aifang glared at him. This guy has always been very good at speaking, and he has the best crow's mouth in the world.

What is depressing is that the tragedy happened, the crow was hit again, and a row of sun suddenly appeared in the distant sky, red and blazing light, and with the power of thunder, it hit the mountain guarding array with a bang. Let today's Tianlei Mountain become the largest fireworks in the world, with endless light and endless colors, constantly changing around the main peak.

Have you ever seen a fireworks store explode? It’s similar to that. Thousands of fireworks are set off at the same time, with loud noises and a series of explosions. Most of them are fireworks that fly around and don’t know where they will go. They fly horizontally or vertically, flying far away before exploding, or Flying far away and then blooming beautiful fireworks, in a word, chaos.

The chaos in Tianlei Mountain at this time is much greater than that of a fireworks display, but it is also very beautiful. In broad daylight, various color changes can be clearly seen with the naked eye, which shows how huge the attack power the magic circle has received.

Amidst the roaring explosions, Zhang Wen glared at Zhang Tianfang angrily and shouted loudly: "Shut up from now on!" "Oh." Zhang Tianfang agreed aggrievedly, thinking to himself: I just said it casually, who knew it would be like this? skillful?

The magic circle was swaying wildly, contending with the huge power of the spiritual cannon. It was unclear when the next shot would come. In order to avoid an accident, Zhang Wen used the power of Divine Tears to provide support. Soon the power of the spiritual cannon was exhausted, and the magic circle withstood the attack, safe and sound.

Seeing that nothing happened in the magic circle, Zhan Yun smiled and said: "What a luxury. This shot fired at least 40 million spirit stones." A volley of artillery attacks, the number of guns is about forty, and each shot is calculated in tens of millions of spirit stones. , 40 million is the most conservative estimate.

This time, the volley of artillery attacks was close and powerful. Fortunately, there was no movement after only one shot. It was not as dense and accurate as those controlled by the masters just now.

After a brief search with his spiritual consciousness, Zhang Aifan said with a smile: "The forty cannons are probably their last wealth."

Zhan Yun agreed: "In just this moment, they have wasted so much. No matter how much spiritual stone they have, they can't afford such a waste."

Not to mention anything else, there are nearly a hundred spiritual cannons alone, all made of spiritual stones.

Zhan Yun looked at Zhang Awei, with a smirk on his face, and asked in a playful tone: "What on earth did you do? Let these guys spend so much effort to kill you?"

Zhang Weijing said angrily: "How do I know?" He looked towards the direction of the spiritual power cannon and said with a sneer: "It seems that you can't be too merciful."

The spiritual power cannon was fired from three thousand meters away. He found two familiar faces there, one was King He and the other was Cai Xiaoxiao, from Longhu Mountain in Qi State. There was another top-level master, whom he had never seen before. He was probably another giant in Longhu Mountain, Lao Niu. There were also dozens of cultivators operating the spiritual power cannon.

Zhan Yun said: "Don't look at it. It's normal for them to want to kill you. Count how many Longhu Mountain disciples you have killed." Then he said: "It's hard enough for them. They have worked hard to lay out a chain of links, and various attack methods have emerged one after another. It's because you have so many treasures to stop them, otherwise the mountain would have been broken long ago."

Zhang Pa knew that Wu Yi and others had come up with many ways to deal with him, and said: "There are so many great people in the world. If so many people can't come up with a few ways, even I will despise them." Having said that, he admired these guys in his heart. It's true that there is strength in numbers. Whether it's the means of attack or the method of attacking the mountain, it opened his eyes and he would never dare to underestimate the heroes of the world.

In the first spiritual power cannon attack, three masters jointly controlled 20 spiritual power cannons to launch an attack from a hundred miles away. The three cooperated and fired one after another, and they could hit the same place. This kind of vision, accuracy, control and coordination is definitely a god-level cannon master. After they were killed, the disciples of Longhu Mountain took advantage of Wu Yi's attack on the mountain and placed the spiritual power cannon near Tianlei Mountain. They didn't consider whether the previous attack would be successful. They just did their own thing. Before considering victory, they first considered defeat. This method is no longer like a battle between cultivators, but more like a battle between two countries and a duel between generals.

This fight has been going on for less than half an hour. Judging from the means of attacking the mountain just now, there must be more follow-up killing moves. Zhang Pa felt a little uncomfortable. I don't know what happened to these guys? Are they crazy? With such a smart mind, such a strong control, and such terrifying strength, why do they have to embarrass me? I couldn't help but feel depressed. The more powerful the opponent is, the more depressed he is.

Zhan Yun asked him in a low voice: "With two top-level monks in the formation, what should we do with those cannons?"

The distance of three thousand meters is very close. There are forty spiritual power cannons there. As long as the spiritual stones are refilled, they will fire again in a short time. The disciples of Longhu Mountain are not as terrifying as the masters of cannons, but it does not take a high level to fire cannons at a distance of three thousand meters.

Zhang Pa looked over and wondered whether he should go there. It should not be difficult to destroy the cannons without killing people. He Wang and Lao Niu could not stop him. But Wu Yi seemed to guess what he was thinking. He separated eight top-level masters from the sword formation and slowly floated to the front of the spiritual power cannon and stopped. Their target was Zhang Pa. He was the only one who could kill people in Tianlei Mountain. When the shadow beast was injured, eight top-level masters would block the way.

Eight people plus two people, ten masters, really look up to me. Zhang Pa looked back and saw many disciples flying to the main peak among the peaks. They were not panicked and orderly. It would take a while for them to gather on the main peak. He turned back and looked at the eight masters outside, all holding a sword in their hands, looking at each other coldly. Their attitude made the piglet and the cat very angry, and they wanted to go out and continue killing and setting fires. Huo'er was also a little unhappy, and his little eyes glared back fiercely.

Zhang Tianfang joined in the fun and shouted: "Go out and kill those big turtles, they are so angry." Zhang Pa chuckled: "Look at the little monk." Everyone turned around to look. The little monk sat on the lotus platform but had a sad face. He scratched his face and touched his nose for a while, looking very hesitant, as if he didn't know what to do.

Zhang Pa knew what he was thinking, and smiled and made a choice for him: "Don't be embarrassed, just sit down honestly."

The two sides have been fighting until now. The monks around the mountain have launched a total of nine attacks. Even a fool knows that this matter cannot be resolved peacefully. As long as the Tianlei Mountain protective formation is broken and the main peak formation is broken again, the more than 40,000 disciples on the mountain will be greeted by endless killing.

Although there are many disciples in Tianlei Mountain, there are few masters. No matter how effective Zhang Pa's elixir is, the cultivators who take it must practice hard. The most important thing is to have time to practice. These people have only been disciples for a short time and have not practiced for a few days. They can only be cannon fodder in a fight.

Bukong was worried about the more than 40,000 lives. He should help Zhang Pa fight, but there are more than a hundred big iron men trapped in the lotus magic weapon. If he goes to fight, the end of these iron men will be death. Master said that grass leaves have feelings and flowing water has lives, so we should cherish and protect all lives. No matter how many lives there are in the flowing water, just talk about the present, what should the big iron man do? More than a hundred lives, either protect the big iron man and ignore Tianlei Mountain; or help Tianlei Mountain fight and ignore the big iron man, you have to make a choice.

Fang Jian is smart and understands why the little monk is embarrassed. He sighed and said, "You have hunted down ghost disciples. Don't you know that your master doesn't give up killing? Zhang Tianfang is even more Buddha-killing. Even Buddha kills people to vent his anger. What are you insisting on?"