I Have a Monster Farm

Qing Linglong saw that Shen Qinglian was bound by five chains, and her distressed appearance almost broke her heart.

For hundreds of years, she had never seen Shen Qinglian in such a state of embarrassment. The high-spirited Taoist genius was sitting on the ground like this, with tattered clothes, loose hair, and stained with blood.

"He is from Maoshan!"

The anger in Qing Linglong's heart rose in a flash, especially when she glared at Zhang Ziyu, the love-gu golden silkworm flew to Zhang Ziyu's door with a 'swish', and asked, "Boy, do you know he let you go?" several times?!"

"exquisite"

Shen Qinglian suddenly called out to stop the angry Qing Linglong, he wiped the blood from his mouth, showed a gentle smile, and shook his head lightly: "If you lose, you lose, let alone us"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes drifted to the direction of Longhu Mountain, and the battle over there suddenly stopped.

Zhang Shenji dropped the mahogany sword in his hand, and smiled frankly, already surrendering.

It's not that he can't fight, at least he can still maneuver, and escaping doesn't seem to be a problem, it's just meaningless.

If it is to survive, they don't have to do so many things and spend most of their lives.

They just want to save the cultivation world, and they are a little paranoid, but not entirely for themselves.

Now that it is defeated, it is defeated.

Qing Linglong came to Shenqing's body training and wanted to help him up.

"Unlock the chains!"

"Untie it."

It was Zhang Ziyu who was talking, whether the chain was still there or not, Shen Qinglian had no ability to resist, now he was exhausted, and there was almost no spiritual power or ghost energy in his body.

Everyone in Maoshan took back the chains, and Qing Linglong barely helped Shen Qinglian up.

"It's dragging you down."

Shen Qinglian said softly when Qing Linglong helped him up.

Qing Linglong was taken aback for a moment, then snorted and said: "I am willing to do this, what does it have to do with you?"

Shen Qinglian smiled. He held Qing Linglong's hand and looked at Zhang Ziyu.

Without saying anything polite, with a wave of his hand, the vulva slowly flew towards Zhang Ziyu, and when it flew to normal, the vulva emitting a faint black light dimmed again.

"cough cough"

Shen Qinglian actually took the initiative to cut off the connection between himself and Yinmen.

"This vulva is for you."

He looked up at Zhang Ziyu, and the huge vagina fell in front of Zhang Ziyu, an ownerless and powerful spiritual weapon.

"You are more knowledgeable than me. The origin of the ghost species in my technique of controlling ghosts is also inspired by the utensils you refined. If you master the technique of controlling ghosts, you will definitely go further than me, and you don't have to take so many detours. If there is a day when the spiritual energy is cut off and you have no other way, then activate these ghost species, these ghost species are safer."

Shen Qinglian was explaining the funeral, Zhang Ziyu looked at him, and then set his eyes on the vagina.

"I'm sorry Grand Master Uncle, I still have some ways to solve the matter of the severance of spiritual energy, but let's forget about this Yinmen."

Zhang Ziyu raised the Ten Thousand Bone Sword in his hand, and then the sword energy was restrained, turning into a thorn and pointing at the vulva.

In an instant, the yin and ghost qi above the yin gate began to collapse, and the white bones were absorbed by the bone essence, and then turned into powder in seconds and scattered.

There is no owner of the Yin Gate at this time, and there is absolutely nothing to do about Zhang Ziyu's sabotage methods.

His action was beyond Shen Qinglian's expectation, which made Shen Qinglian stunned, and soon he showed a wry smile.

If he had had such ambition back then, would he have thought about how to make trouble with the ghost hunter?

"Maoshan disciple Shen Qinglian is not filial, violates the first commandment of Maoshan, falls into evil ways, and the crime will not be forgiven."

Shen Qinglian suddenly shouted loudly, and after a long laugh, he suddenly ceased to breathe, his kung fu was exhausted, his primordial spirit died, and he died here.

Qing Linglong didn't stop, with tears in her eyes, she embraced the limp Shen Qinglian's body, hugged her tightly, half sat on the ground, the silver ornaments on her body jingled like a sad song.

She didn't say another word, the Love Gu golden silkworm flying around her slowly landed, landed on her shoulder, and then didn't move again.

She closed her eyes, and suddenly her breath was cut off, and she also died of exhaustion.

Zhang Shenji shook his head with a smile on his old face, then nodded at the disciples of Longhushan, and said in a deep voice: "The unworthy disciple of Longhushan, Zhang Shenji, committed suicide to make amends."

The mahogany sword fell, his eyes gradually closed, his gray hair turned into snow white in an instant, and he was silent again.

"Amitabha."

The Buddha's name was heard from a distance, and the ghost Buddha Liaochen recited the scriptures silently, and gradually fell silent.

Everyone present was silent.

Anyway, these people who died used to be the elders of their sect, but now they commit suicide in front of these younger generations, it is impossible to say that their psychology is not complicated.

But if you make a mistake, you have to pay a price, and every choice has a price to pay.

Zhang Ziyu tapped his fingertips, and the white magic light fell into the ground. The shapeshifting technique was used, and the ground quickly deformed, condensing into a large sarcophagus to wrap Shen Qinglian and Qing Linglong in it.

"As the acting head teacher of Maoshan, I swear that it is the fault of Grand Master Uncle and Senior Qing Linglong that Maoshan has repented. I will do good deeds, build bridges and pave roads, and repay the world."

Zhang Ziyu looked serious, Maoshan people protect their shortcomings, if their own people make mistakes, then they have to pay the price, Maoshan did not teach people well, so they have to pay the price and make compensation.

The dead cannot be resurrected, and the number of innocent people is innumerable, so this good fruit should be returned to the world.

Zhang Ziyu still has property, and Maoshan has countless disciples going down the mountain to do good deeds one after another. This debt can be afforded and must be borne.

Han Qing didn't have any objection, and nodded to agree with Zhang Ziyu's handling opinion.

"Shan, Longhushan has owed the debt of Master Uncle Zhang Shenji of Longhushan. This is a fault, and it must be paid."

"Amitabha, the Lianhua Buddhist Sect also has a responsibility to pay off Master Chen's debt. Karma recurs, and we have to repay this debt."

The matter of the four Shenqinglians has been dealt with for the time being, but there are still 100,000 ghost species on Mengyinge Mountain.

The mist gradually dissipated, and the ghost species that looked like faint blue flames had been seen by everyone, densely packed, cold and frightening.

The ghost species had to be dealt with. Zhang Ziyu glanced at this thing and found that it had already been described by a circuit.

Even ordinary people can fuse, as long as they are not bad luck, they can really become a ghost slayer.

It is probably the Republic of China version of Pet Ghost, one of each, summoning to fight.

It's fun to say, but Zhang Ziyu knows that this is just a hurdle to get started, and it's just passable.

Continuing to practice, the negative impact of ghosts on people has not been resolved, and things like those ghosts running wild and losing themselves will definitely happen.

Even if only half of the 100,000 ghost species succeed, even if only one-tenth of the half will lose control and become half-human, half-ghost bloodthirsty monsters, the number will be at least 8,000 or 10,000. overwhelmed

With such a quantity, it would be strange not to call the living beings overwhelmed.

Zhang Ziyu thought for a while, and then said: "One hundred thousand ghost species, Mao Shan will lead 40,000 back to rescue, and the remaining ghost species will trouble the seniors."

"Yes, Longhushan 20,000."

"Zaoge Mountain's super speed is 20,000."

"Lianhua Buddha Sect surpassed 20,000."

The four major sects each claimed the amount that needed to be saved, each used their supernatural powers, and collected the ghost species.

When the 100,000 ghost species were put away, most of the yin and ghost qi in Yinge Mountain dissipated, but it was impossible to dissipate the remaining yin qi.

Yinge Mountain already has Yin veins. Before Shenqing Lian planned to use the Yin gate to connect the Yin veins, completely melt them, and then use them as a support to break the gap between the two worlds, introduce Yin Qi from the Yin world, and create a semi-permanent small body. The realm of the underworld.

But now because of Zhang Ziyu's appearance, everything has changed.

The matter has been settled, although the four major sects have won, but some elders may not recover from their injuries for a year or two.

It's just that he didn't make a deadly move, if he made a real fire, or at least someone would die.

Zhang Ziyu returned to Maoshan with the coffins of Shen Qinglian and Qing Linglong.

The coffin was not buried in Maoshan, Shen Qinglian made such a big mistake, it is not appropriate to be buried in Maoshan.

Not to mention, Qing Linglong was also in the coffin, and the two were buried together.

Zhang Ziyu found a low mountain under Maoshan, the geomantic omen was acceptable, the main reason was that no one disturbed him, so he erected a monument, without mentioning anything about Maoshan disciples or successors of fallen flowers.

Only writing to the tombs of Shen Qinglian and Qing Linglong, and nothing else.

After dealing with this matter, what Zhang Ziyu has to do is to continue to arrange Maoshan's affairs.

The three chapters are updated today, and it is entering the second volume. By the way, I will think about how to write the story of the next volume.