The Monk

Chapter 226 The passage is closed

The fat baby couldn't believe that someone was willing to let it go. After a while, he simply said: "Thank you." Then he burrowed into the ground and left.

Killing eight people in a row to save a grass demon, I don't know if he did a good thing or a bad thing. Not long after, Zhang Ai came to the depths of the ground beneath the feet of the outermost monks outside the foggy valley, retrieved the gopher rat, and slowly and silently surfaced.

At this time, there was chaos outside. More than a thousand Yuanying monks were chasing the dark middle-aged man. Most of them were surrounding him to prevent him from escaping, and only a few were chasing after him. The dark-skinned middle-aged man had no way to escape, and he couldn't fly. He knew that he was going to be doomed this time, so he threw King Ginseng high up in his haste, ducked into the crowd and fled away. The monks who were chasing him immediately changed their targets, and dozens of them jumped into the sky to snatch the ginseng king.

Tens of thousands of years of spiritual grass turned into a talisman, and only the monk with the highest level of cultivation among dozens of people caught the King of Ginseng. A magic sword pierced his body, and several magic weapons were attacking him at the same time not far away, so He could die easily. Then the second master who grabbed the ginseng king was also killed. In a moment, two masters were killed. Everyone immediately reacted and restrained their actions. No one went to catch the Ginseng King. The monks stared at the surroundings, even though the unconscious Ginseng King was lying on the two corpses, they did not dare to make any move.

At this time, the high-level monks who were guarding the crowd and responsible for the containment ran towards this side. The low-level monks automatically gave up their positions. Soon, a circle with the Ginseng King as the center was formed, with a length of more than ten meters in length and width. Outside the circle are more than a thousand Yuanying monks. They are all interested in King Shen and have their own plans, but they do not dare to act rashly.

They are both Yuanying monks, and their cultivation levels are different. Zuo Shi used his spiritual consciousness to search and found that he had the highest level of cultivation among this group of people. As a saying goes, a man of great skill is bold. Zuo Shi squeezed his way out of the circle. In the silence, he rushed forward suddenly and came to the center of the circle like lightning. He grabbed the ginseng king and then turned around and retreated.

More than a hundred Nascent Soul masters took action against one person at the same time. This scene was so spectacular that it can be said that it is rare to see it in a thousand years. Zuo Shi was honored to encounter it. As soon as he made a move, more than a hundred masters in the center of the circle reacted immediately, and countless magic weapons came flying at them. Zuo Shi relied on his skillful cultivation of body skills and swayed a few times to avoid some attacks. He raised his hand and released his magic shield to block some attacks.

However, there are still more than a thousand Yuanying monks outside. The first wave of attacks has not passed, and the second wave of attacks has started again. Everyone knows that Zuo Shi has the highest level of cultivation. In order to avoid future troubles, they will attack without mercy and use various magic weapons. Like a rain of flowers blooming mercilessly, the stamens are the left attendants holding the king of ginseng. Although Zuo Shi was powerful, he was shocked when he saw this scene. He threw out the ginseng king in his hand, clasped his palms together, and shouted: "Hey!" A giant white lotus suddenly appeared on the ground, and its leaves turned over and over to wrap around Zuo Shi. At this time, Then the crackling and crackling sounds were heard, and more than a thousand magical weapons and killing moves were all directed at the white lotus.

Fighting against a thousand Nascent Soul cultivators by oneself is something that no normal person would dare to think about, but Zuo Shi had to do it. When the huge roar stopped, the white lotus broke into countless pieces and silently fell to the ground, revealing the pale-faced Zuo Shi standing in the middle.

More than a thousand people killed one person but failed to kill him? Many monks were shocked, but the most important thing at this time was not the shock, but King Shen. Fearing that the benefits would fall to others, more than a thousand Nascent Soul cultivators, without exception, left their attendants behind and ran towards King Shen with all their strength.

Zuo Shi stood there blankly. The artifact he relied on most was destroyed like this. He spat out a mouthful of blood. He quickly took out the elixir and took it, meditating on the spot to heal his wounds.

Generally speaking, the magic weapons used by monks have three levels: magic weapons, magic weapons, and artifacts. Needless to say, magic weapons are usually owned by monks. Most monks have three or two. Magic weapons are carefully refined from high-grade materials. Sacred weapons are rare and rarely spread in the world. They are made by monks at the level of transformation and above using heavenly treasures and earth materials. The effect is comparable to the magic weapon that mends the sky, and the power is huge.

Zuo Shi's artifact was destroyed and he was seriously injured. Seeing that the situation was not good, Zuo Shi's sixty blood killers quickly came over to defend him.

Just now, Zuo Shi threw out the King of Ginseng and was caught by an alchemy monk. The pill-forming monk knew that this thing was good, but it was very harmful, so he put it into the hands of the monks around him and retreated away from the danger. The monk who newly got the Ginseng King was a little confused. He was watching the excitement from a distance, but he didn't expect the Ginseng King to run into his hands. He hesitated slightly in his heart, should he keep it? At this moment, Yuanying monk abandoned his left attendant and chased King Shen. Seeing many Nascent Soul monks rushing toward him with ferocious looks, the monk let out a strange scream, threw away the Ginseng King in his hand, and fell to the other side.

Then you can see the Danjie monks running away to the outside, the Ginseng King flying above everyone's heads, and the Nascent Soul monks chasing the Ginseng King crazily. Wherever the ginseng king fell, the monks there would run away elsewhere. Those who had no time to escape would throw the ginseng king to another place. After a while of this, the ginseng king accidentally fell into the hands of the dark middle-aged man who captured it in the first place.

The middle-aged man was surprised and happy. He was about to throw the Ginseng King away when he suddenly realized that he was not far from the Wugu Passage. He was heartbroken that he would not die. If he survived, he would be proud and proud. He made up his mind and turned around and rushed towards the passage.

No one thought that he would return to Foggy Valley. After the passage was closed, the people inside would basically die. Foggy Valley existed forever, and no one had ever been heard of anyone coming out of it alive after the passage was closed.

There were pill-forming masters nearby, and no one was trying to stop him. The dark-skinned middle-aged man rushed into the passage easily. The thousand-year-old masters were all surprised. Seven masters calculated the closing time of the passage. If they rushed in and quickly killed the middle-aged man, they should be able to come out with the treasure and rush in one after another. So I was unlucky enough to bump into Zhang Ai, and was unlucky enough to be killed by the God-subduing Snake.

The other monks did not dare to move rashly and surrounded the entrance of the passage nervously. Some bold people, relying on their quick movements, went in to check. Soon, news came out that all eight people were dead and King Ginseng had disappeared. As soon as this news came out, it caused an uproar. Eight intermediate Yuan Ying monks and above were intercepted and killed in an instant. Who was the opponent? This kind of strength is too terrifying!

The monks were noisily discussing, and Zhang Ai quietly surfaced from the ground and stood silently behind the monk at the outermost edge of the crowd. The monk noticed something was wrong behind him. He turned around and saw Zhang Ping, and his head was full of questions. I was clearly standing on the outside. Where did this guy come from? Although he had doubts, he didn't care and turned his head to continue watching the fun.

Eight masters died tragically, and no one dared to enter the passage. A group of people were either careful, cautious, or indifferent, looking and talking randomly, when they heard a bang, thick fog closed on both sides of the passage, and the passage quickly disappeared, becoming invisible after a moment. The thick white mist surrounding the object is connected with the fog masses on both sides, as if the passage never existed.

The passage was closed, and the monks looked at each other. The sixty-year adventure was over. They had to go and do what they had to do, so they dispersed and left. After a while, the crowd dispersed, leaving more than a hundred people. Zhang Wen took this opportunity to get closer to Zhang Tianfang and others. When he saw that they were guarding Zuo Shi together with Xue Sha, he was a little moved. They are good guys and good people.