The Monk

Chapter 492: Ancestor of the Holy City

This is the most spectacular fight in the world. There are so many masters, but even those who have not reached the top level of cultivation are embarrassed to join in. To put it harshly, they are not even qualified to praise others. So Zhang was afraid of staying down there and acting as an audience.

Watch for a while, and this most spectacular of fights becomes extremely tasteless. When the two gangs first started fighting, they could still tell who was who. Now that they are getting angry, the masters who were like shadows just now are now shadows, floating in the sky, and even the sunlight has become dim. With Zhang Aixiu looking up, there are only shadows in sight. As for who is who? Alas, it’s not empty? Does he move so fast?

Zhang Tianfang was still shouting: "Let me out." Zhang Ain opened the iceberg and said, "If you're not afraid of being bored, just watch." Zhang Tianfang is such a man. He bravely climbed out of the ice cave with injuries just to watch the fun. When he looked up, Asked: "Where are the people? Why is the sky so cloudy?" This guy's cultivation level is even lower and he can't even see his shadow.

He couldn't see the shadow, but the ghost disciples in the shadow could see him, especially the ghost sword he held in his hand. The air fluttered, and a silver sword appeared above Zhang Tianfang's head and stopped. The silver light burst out from the tip of the sword, and then there was a sound, a click, and then cracks appeared in the air under the tip of the sword, gradually extending outward. , falling into pieces.

Only then did Zhang Tianfang realize the danger and shouted, "Yeah." He shrank back into the ice cave. Zhang Weijing hurriedly controlled the river water to freeze and sealed himself and the ice cave tightly.

He had no time to see who was attacking Zhang Tianfang. He only knew that the strongest protection formed by ice crystals could not block the enemy's sword. Fortunately, Zhang Tianfang would have died otherwise.

Outside the ice wall was a red-haired ghost disciple. He was disappointed and surprised that the full thrust failed to work. But how can you allow your random thoughts on the battlefield? A huge Buddha's handprint was photographed towards him. He paused for a moment and was caught by the Buddha's handprint. He spurted blood and flew a thousand meters away. The Buddhist who wounded him was still waiting to pursue him, but there were ghosts behind him who silently attacked him, so he had to turn around and respond to the enemy with the palm of the Buddha raised. The red-haired ghost disciple got a chance to breathe, and his spiritual power was circulated in his body. He knew that the injury was not serious and he could recover after resting for a few months. However, he was definitely no match for the Buddhist monks at the moment, and he might not even be able to block a move, so he had to Jump away and find a place to recuperate.

In the ice cave, Zhang Tianfang complained to Zhang Ai: "Whatever tattered clothes you made are of no use at all. You have been injured twice in a row in the past few days. Last time, my clothes were torn. It's okay for me to be injured. This time, my clothes are not torn. Why?" Injuried?"

Zhang Ain wanted to beat him up: "You are injured and you still have the energy to quarrel with me?" Although the Baiduofu Shen snake is not fully mature, after molting several times, their skin is already a natural treasure. It is too precious to be precious. There is basically no problem in fighting against opponents of the same level, but who would have thought that the ones who would cause trouble for them are all top-level masters. Each one is more powerful than the other, and a bunch of them are crazier than a bunch. This is definitely an unexpected situation.

After hiding in the ice wall for a while, Zhang was afraid of sneaking out. There were still erratic shadows fighting in the sky, and it was impossible to see who had the upper hand. In this situation, he did not dare to take any action and could only wait for the outcome of the battle.

Not long after he waited, a team came from the east, and thirteen old men rushed into the battlefield. The leader, an old man with white beard and hair, was holding a red-haired head in his hand. He was the red-haired ghost disciple who had just escaped.

As soon as the thirteen old men appeared, someone on the battlefield exclaimed: "Ancestor of the Holy City?" The old man holding his head smiled and said, "That's the old man." When the Buddhists saw him, their faces were expressionless, but their hearts were filled with disgust. It's very strange that this old man would fight with Buddhists because of his high cultivation. He believed that only Buddhists in the world were worthy of being his opponents. The facts are almost the same. He is the number one demon cultivator at the moment and the real controller of the Holy Kingdom. He has lived for more than two thousand years and has never died, and he is invincible in the world. Because it was too boring, I went to torment the Buddhists, euphemistically calling it training. Because Buddha is powerful and invincible, he is also powerful and invincible, so of course we have to work together to train.

The old man was really powerful. He threw away his head and plunged into the shadows. The situation of the battle immediately changed. When the top-level Nascent Soul ghost disciples encountered him, they were like meeting a guest star. After three or five moves, they were beaten to pieces and ran away in embarrassment. Unlike Buddha, he grew up in fighting all his life. If Buddha is good at defense, the Holy Capital Ancestor is definitely good at offense. In particular, he has a thorough understanding of magic skills, and can force the enemy to panic to save his life with just a few moves.

Hundreds of ghost disciples, a bunch of Buddhists and a bunch of demonic saints barely managed to draw a tie. However, the Holy City Patriarch joined the battle group with twelve fresh troops, and the battle situation immediately became clear. Many ghost disciples were injured one after another, and even There was an unlucky guy who was turned into rubbish and died immediately. Forced by the situation, the ghost disciples decided to leave.

The Holy Capital Ancestor was so happy to fight, how could he let the ghost disciples run away easily? The figures were like ghosts, and each terrifying killing move was directed at different ghost disciples. How could there be a few people left behind to count them as not running away in vain this time?

The old man rarely took care of things, but the ghosts were really causing trouble. Ao Tian had to report the news, so the old man took action. However, in order to seize Zhang Tianfang's ghost sword, the ghost disciples retracted their entire range, allowing the ancestor to escape. He led his men to follow him and chased him all the way to the battlefield, killing the red-haired ghost disciples who escaped along the way.

The battle situation took a turn after the thirteen ancestors of the Holy City arrived. Originally, shadows were floating all over the sky. His arrival seemed to be a big stone thrown into the field. It always happened to block the dancing of a certain shadow, and that shadow was blocked. The opponent seizes the flaw, and then either gets injured or flees, in short, he does not get any good.

This intensified the ghost disciples' determination to escape. The two remaining ghost disciples in red shouted. After hearing the order, the ghost disciples immediately fled in all directions. No matter what, saving their lives was the most important thing. .

The Holy Capital Ancestor led his men to chase and intercept them, and spent a lot of energy to finally seriously injure two of them. They were killed by the demon cultivator who caught up, which was considered a small gain. At this point, a vigorous battle came to an end. It took a long time, a long time of hard work, a long time of fighting, and finally three people died. The process and the ending really didn't match. Counting the red-haired ghost disciple, four ghost disciples died in this battle, the girls were injured, and no one died.

Fortunately, this is not the end. The failure of the ghost disciples is the beginning. All the saints, Buddhists, and even the ancestors of the Holy City who arrived later formed a team to continue to hunt down the ghost disciples. If they can eliminate one more ghost disciple, the Holy Kingdom will be defeated. Have more peace of mind.

This battlefield was instantly deserted.

all gone? Zhang Aifeng searched with his consciousness but found nothing. When I looked up, I didn't find anything. When masters fight, they don't even leave their bodies behind. It's really cruel. He collected the iceberg, released the boat, called the girls on board, and then quickly rushed downstream. Only when he entered the sea did he feel safe.

Zhang Tianfang reminded him: "I haven't come back yet."