The Monk

Chapter 835 Sound Attack Talisman

Wu glanced at Zhang Awei, raised his right hand to signal, and more than a thousand monks behind him activated at the same time, their figures fluttering, forming a sword formation in a moment, ready to torture Zhang Awei again.

Zhang Awei's fingers finally slid to the tip of the blade, and he slowly retracted his fingers, breathing softly in his mouth. With just this soft breath, the two minds merged into one, and Zhang Awei disappeared. Isn’t the sword formation powerful? Isn’t the sword formation strong? I will attack you in the same way that your spiritual cannon attacks the Tianlei Mountain protective formation.

His figure disappeared, and the air between where he stood and the sword array was shaking. While the air was shaking, the sound of clanging swords was constantly heard. In front of Wu Yi, it was like raindrops beating on the lake. The air in front of him continued to ripple, and circles appeared from the air, and then slowly spread into the air.

Hundreds of swords pierced through him in a moment, and Zhang Weijing seemed to be going crazy, fighting the entire sword array with his own strength.

He attacked so wildly that Wu Yi would never stand still and take a beating. He was also dodging in all directions like lightning. However, no matter how fast he hid, Zhang Ai could always catch up with him and accurately stab him at the same point on his chest.

Zhang was afraid that if he moved too fast, Wu Yi would not be able to lock him with his soul, and it would be difficult to fight back. Zhang Awei only stayed outside the sword formation and refused to enter the sword formation lightly. Wu Yi used his body as bait several times to trick Zhang Awei into entering the formation. Zhang was afraid that he would just walk away without being fooled, but he still didn't forget to stab him before leaving.

Zhang Ai fights alone in the sword formation. To put it simply, he is like a very fast mouse, holding a straw stick to poke an elephant. Although he is fast and attacks continuously, it seems that he has an advantage in the scene. In fact, the entire sword formation is No damage at all. Instead, the top masters in the formation were luring him bit by bit, and just waiting to lock onto his figure, they struck with thunder.

Including Lao Niu and King He who just returned, there are twenty-six top-level masters in the sword formation. Even if they fight in a normal fight, Zhang is afraid that they will not get any favors, not to mention that they have the sword formation to help them. At this time, Zhang Ai could only rely on his ghostly speed to fight the sword array.

Zhan Yun watched the battle between the two sides at the foot of the mountain and sighed: "No wonder the title of No. 1 in the world can't scare these people." Zhang Tianfang refused: "Isn't it just that there are so many people? We have many monsters."

Zhang was afraid of fighting outside. The piglet and kitten Huo'er wanted to go out to help, but they didn't know how to create formations. The two little guys looked at Zhan Yun with threatening or pitiful eyes, meaning that they were asked to go out and help fight. Zhan Yun shook his head: "He didn't say." At this time, Zhan Yun did not dare to make any arbitrary claims.

Zhang Tianfang curled his lips and said, "All your hard work is in vain." He turned to Fang Jian and said, "You know, take us out." He was talking about the magic circle's entry and exit techniques. Fang Jiantong shook his head and said, "He didn't say it." Zhang was afraid that he hadn't said it in advance because he didn't want them to go out to avoid causing trouble. Fang Jian's cultivation level is low and he doesn't dare to act recklessly.

Zhang Tian let out a sigh of relief and said, "He hasn't said anything about eating and drinking yet. Is it possible that we don't want to eat or drink?" Unfortunately, no matter how he shouted, Zhan Yun and Fang Jian ignored him at all and only focused on watching the battle outside.

Zhang was afraid that if he moved too fast, no one would be able to find him. What Zhan Yun and Fang Jian could see was that there were more than a thousand cultivators on the other side standing with swords in different directions, high or low, standing up, down, left, and right like a ball. In the center are five top-level monks, and on the outermost edge are other top-level monks. The distance between people is quite far, and more than a thousand people occupy a large area of ​​the sky.

Zhang Ping only targeted Wu Yi, and stabbed him endlessly with his sword. He did this, and the clay figure was also tempered. Wu Yi could no longer suppress his anger, and thought to himself: If I had known how to make the formation heart, Let’s see if you still dare to break in?

Although Zhang was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hurt him, no matter how he dodged, the sword always hit his chest accurately, without any deviation. This made him look bad, so he sent a message to the five people in the center of the formation. The five people agreed, and only heard a light scold: "Four."

The big ball composed of thousands of people dispersed with a bang. Everyone changed their positions and the ball turned into a large square. The original intention was to cover Zhang Ao inside. However, Zhang was afraid that his movements were much faster than theirs, so he heard "four" in his ears. Although he didn't know what it meant, he quickly backed away, still outside the formation.

"What kind of broken formation is this?" Zhang was afraid of showing his figure and stopped a thousand meters away. In any battle formation, how can you just put up a shape and then go up to confront the enemy? Do you think that the opponent is stupid? If you make a circle and then replace it with a square one, the enemy will be afraid?

He glanced at the sword formation again with contemptuous eyes, and mocked: "What are you doing? Showing off at the military training ground?"

Every country on the mainland maintains such a team, and they practice formations every day, no matter how good they look. Every important day, the court will let them come out and toss and toss. They say it is to inspire the people, but in fact they are just a bunch of showboats and are of no use. .

Zhang was afraid that saying this would be tantamount to swearing. However, the two sides were enemies, and it was normal to curse. The more than a thousand cultivators in the sword formation didn't care at all and just thought he was farting. Wu Yi sneered: "Why don't you fight?"

The sword formation they created was mainly for defense, and they had to be undefeated before they could defeat the enemy. They are arranged into round balls and squares because this shape is the most convenient for gathering everyone's strength, and there will be no mistakes easily. Don't just come here to play rough and tumble, the momentum is enough and the posture is ready, but the problem is that everyone has only cooperated for a few months, and the technique has just been practiced, and it is so complicated. If something goes wrong, who will be unlucky? Got it, so Wu Yi didn't care what Zhang Ai said. He was thinking more about how to deal with this bastard and vent his anger.

Zhang Ain smiled and said: "Why don't you fight, but you are going to be unlucky." As he spoke, the figure fell rapidly downwards, and there was a big pit below, with piles of mud and pits. Zhang was afraid that he would fly down quickly, so he disappeared as soon as he started. Then, he really disappeared.

Wu Yicai was surprised when he suddenly saw more than a dozen rays of light flashing in the air, followed by a soft popping sound. Then, disgusting sounds filled the world again, with sharp scraping sounds and shrill screams, which hit him directly. Mind and heart.

While falling, Zhang Ai threw fifty sound attack spells at once. At the same time as the spell exploded, he had already hid in the thick ground, penetrated more than 10,000 meters, and stayed below to count the time.

He was hiding from the noise underground. The disciples of Tianlei Mountain were protected by the magic circle, and the sound coming in was not loud. Only the people in the sword circle were the most unlucky. Fifty spells exploded almost at the same time, and the terrifying sound instantly penetrated everyone's ears. This time it was not one attack from one talisman, but fifty talismans. Fifty attacks hit everyone's soul almost at the same time.

The materials used by Zhang Ai to make this spell include super-level monster blood, super-level monster bone armor, and top-grade jade. When writing the spell, the two gods in his mind merged into one, and they were guided by his own essence and blood. It can be said that since the beginning of Since the advent of sound attack spells, few spells have been more powerful than these. As a result, more than a thousand people in the sword formation experienced what a sound attack spell was.

Water droplets can penetrate stone, and fifty sound attacks can almost drive people crazy. Only a dozen breaths passed, and the heart-breaking sound of tearing the heavens and the earth dissipated. More than half of the thousands of cultivators in the sword array had bleeding mouths and noses and suffered internal injuries, and more than two hundred pill-forming cultivators fell from the air below. In the big pit, he was seriously unconscious, but he gritted his teeth and persisted. In an emergency, he couldn't even exercise to recuperate.

At this time, Zhang Ai escaped from the pit and stood up without saying a word. He showed his sword and people wandered around the pit like ghosts. All the cultivators who fell into the dust were killed by him. Not one of the more than two hundred people was left alive.

He moved so fast that he didn't even have ten breaths to finish killing these people. Then he raised his sword and stabbed Wu Yi again.

The twenty-six top-level masters did not expect this huge change. They knew that Zhang was afraid of the sound of attacking the talisman, and they had also seen its power. The power of two talismans when used together was nothing more than that, which only made people feel slightly uncomfortable. Who would have thought that Zhang Aijing would throw out fifty pieces at once, and it would be so powerful.

What is the concept of fifty sound attack spells? To put it simply, it is very expensive. Making the charm requires jade or animal skin, both of which are expensive. For example, the most useless first- and second-grade monsters can only be sold for about two thousand spirit stones. Zhang Tianfang once bought two fifth-grade monsters at an auction for 10 million spirit stones.

It's not that spiritual stones are worthless, it's just that monsters are rare. No matter how many people enter Monster Mountain, they have to fight for their lives and die countless times in exchange for something. Apart from the monster forest, there is no other place in the world where monsters can survive safely.

Human beings are greedy, and the price of cultivation for tens of millions of people over tens of thousands of years is that basically all the treasures they can see have been looted.

The materials are expensive, and the charms are naturally valuable. Let’s not talk about low-grade charms for now. You get what you pay for. That thing is of no use at all. It is a waste of materials to make it. Naturally, it cannot be sold at a high price. Only talking about high-grade talismans, as long as they are four-star or above talismans, they are basically priceless.

Talismans with four stars or above have extremely high material requirements. Four-star spells can be made. Whether it is leather armor or jade, they can be used directly to refine weapons. So the question arises, if you have these expensive materials, will you use them to make talismans? It took a lot of effort to get it. Is it used to refine weapons? Is it good for long-term use? Or is it better to make a talisman, throw it out and hear a bang, but I don't know if it can blow up the enemy?

The answer is of course weapon refining, unless a prodigal like Zhang Ai who has no worries about food and clothing would use it to make talismans.

Everyone has the materials but doesn't make the talismans, so the talismans naturally become more and more expensive. Generally, only large sects with strong financial resources would use spells to fight, but small sects were reluctant to even use communication spells.

This was only a four-star talisman. What Zhang Ping was refining was a seven-star black talisman, so you can imagine how expensive it was. Spells such as voice attack and soul attack are particularly difficult to make. They basically require two to one or three to one, and are twice as valuable.

So no one expected that Zhang Wei would throw out fifty top-notch sound attack spells at once, causing Wu Yi and others to suffer a big loss.

There were more than a thousand of them, and more than two hundred died in the blink of an eye, but the sword array was still there. The top monks only felt sick and uncomfortable, and also suffered some minor injuries. They then reacted and continued to rely on the large array to fight against Zhang Awei.