The Monk

Chapter 357 Continue to escape

Time was running out and there was no time to chew carefully. The little pig swallowed two herbs in one gulp. The spiritual power contained in the ten thousand-year-old herbs was instantly released and filled the whole body. The little pig raised its head and howled. A green flame shot straight ahead. The temperature was frighteningly high. The air was shaking. Carefully Only after looking at it did I realize that the hottest part of the flame was colorless, and everything that touched it ignited and burned instantly.

The kitten was even more ferocious. It also swallowed two thousand-year-old herbs. It jumped out of Zhang Wei's arms and shook its head. Its body suddenly grew larger, and a ferocious white tiger appeared in front of everyone. At this time, he did not release the water arrows. He shook his body, and the white hairs on his body flew away, turning into thorns to attack the seventeen masters. It didn't want to be embarrassed again in front of Xiaozhu and Zhang Ai.

With the help of ice crystals, there was no need to consider safety issues for the time being. Seeing the kitten actively attacking the enemy, Zhang was afraid to throw out more than a thousand spells. Each one stood in the air like pieces of paper scattered around, floating and flying lightly, but did not explode.

Seventeen masters were caught off guard by the white tiger and used various spells to protect themselves. One unlucky guy was stabbed in the wrist by a white thorn because of his carelessness, and his face became extremely ugly for a moment. Something that made him even more unsightly happened immediately. The strong thorns turned from tiger hair stuck into his wrist, emitting endless cold air, and his whole hand was instantly frozen. The man was shocked and took several kinds of elixirs. At the same time, he used his inner breath to suppress the cold air and prevent it from spreading. After it was healed, I saw that the palm of my hand had turned into a block of ice. Even with his top-level Nascent Soul cultivation level, flesh could not grow into white bones. I don’t know how long it will take to nurse this hand back to health.

The man was so seriously injured that the other sixteen people became more and more cautious, approaching with caution and killing him without mercy.

Zhang was afraid that he didn't want to fight with them. The difference in strength was too great, and it was one to many. It was impossible to win. Now he only managed to survive for a while with the help of Bing Jing and Xiaomao Xiaozhu.

The little pig that had taken the Ten Thousand Years Herb was so fierce that it sprayed out two flames, one to the left and one to the right, a few meters apart. The flames spread forward, and Zhang was afraid of escaping in the middle. While protecting him from escaping, Little Pig even had time to turn around and shout some fire rain to help White Tiger stop the enemy.

The two spirit beasts were so powerful that the seventeen masters tried their best to overestimate Zhang Wei's strength, but they never expected that the two inconspicuous little things around him were so powerful. They didn't know how to fight even if they wanted to fight in this situation, but let him Zhang was afraid of running away but was unwilling to do so. When he was trying his best to keep him, more than a thousand seven-star talismans floating in the air suddenly shot towards his eyes and then exploded into one piece, covering all seventeen people.

Of course, the top Nascent Soul masters would not be killed by the talismans, and they would protect their whole bodies with air shields. However, the explosion of so many terrifying talismans not only made everyone embarrassed, but also easily blocked three or five breaths, making them dare not act rashly. A group of experts could only watch helplessly as Zhang was afraid to escape amid the shining light and smoke. After the explosion subsided and the smoke cleared, a group of people refused to give up and continued to follow him, recreating the escape and pursuit scene a few days ago.

Zhang Ain was in front, and all the masters were behind, playing a chasing game several miles apart. The white tiger turned back into a kitten, squatting on his shoulders with the piggy to guard against the enemies behind. Zhang was worried while running. These guys kept following me. Do I really have to run for more than a hundred years to kill them? A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he made a murderous move, letting the ice crystals sense rivers, seas, and lakes.

This is not a desert. As a water-based divine object, it is still very easy to find a river. It doesn't take much time to locate the river. Zhang Fei accelerated his flight. At the speed of his wings, he was already standing above a river in a quarter of an hour.

The river is fast, with cliffs on both sides. There are many strange rocks and trees and wild animals, but there are no people. It is an excellent place for killing. Zhang Ain raised his voice and said, "Stop chasing me."

Seventeen masters stopped three miles away, trying to figure out what these four words meant. What can I do if they chase you? After the fierce battle just now, everyone knew that the white tiger was a water-type spiritual beast. If it relied on a large river, its strength would inevitably increase, so they all stopped on land, far away from the river.

Zhang Ainhan looked at the masters from afar with a cold face. When he saw no one answered, he knew that these bastards would not give up so easily. He folded his wings and landed, treading water. Aren't you following me on land? I'm going to the sea. There is no land there. How can you follow me? After walking a few steps and feeling tired, I released the flying boat, lay back on it, and floated down the river. I felt extremely refreshed and comfortable.

These guys have been chasing me for a long time, torturing me for a long time, and now it's my turn. Zhang Ai deliberately did not control the flying boat and let it drift down the river. Occasionally, he took out a thousand-year-old herb to seduce them.

But the more he does this, the more careful the masters become. No one wants to take the risk and fight it first, leaving others to take advantage and follow him from afar. Seeing time passing day by day, no matter how long the river is, it will always end. One month later, the flying boat arrived at the mouth of the sea. Finally, one of the seventeen masters couldn't help it. A handsome young man in purple emerged from the crowd and flew in front of Zhang Wen in an instant. He flashed his silver sword and said, "I won't kill ten thousand-year-old herbs." you."

As soon as the handsome young man moved, the other sixteen people immediately formed a semicircle and surrounded him.

Zhang was afraid of seeing them struggling, so he pointed at the old man with a white beard and chuckled: "Are you just like him and just want things, no matter whether others kill me or not?"

The handsome young man has a youthful appearance and is actually very old. Among the group of people, he is the only one who has the shortest time before his death date. He still has about ten years. He knows that it is impossible to advance and prolong his life in just ten years with his own strength, so he came here to join in. lively. He didn't want to be the first, but if he didn't take action now, it would be more difficult to deal with the white tiger when it entered the sea. He might as well fight here, maybe he could lure the white tiger away from the river, which would be easier to deal with.

But he didn't want to let others take away the benefits, so he rushed to the front and blocked the way out, using words to test. Hearing Zhang Awei's question, he said quietly: "They are them, I am me, you give me the herbs, I will turn around and leave." This has given Zhang Awei a lot of face, and it spread that he is suspected of being afraid of others. But in order to save his life, the handsome young man had to condescend to sue for peace.

After saying this, Zhang Ai suddenly felt that the old guy was a bit pitiful, so what about the master? There are always scruples between life and death. I wanted to send him away with a herb, but I couldn't do that. I sighed and said, "I can't give you the herb, and I don't want to kill you. You can go."

The young man in purple smiled slightly and stopped talking. The sword in his hand stabbed leisurely, casually and freely, as if he was painting.

The silver sword was more than three feet long, pointing at Zhang Wen from a distance of dozens of meters. The river water suddenly surged, and huge waves rose from the bottom of the river and hit the flying boat. The waves were white, with a few silver lights faintly flashing in the white.

Although the young man in purple took action against him, Zhang Weijing still didn't want to kill him. He sighed softly, and ice crystals flew out from his chest. There was also a flash of silver light, and the huge waves several feet high were frozen into ice sculptures, with a few points of silver light hidden in them. The ice flickered for a few times and then disappeared.