The Monk

Chapter 676: There is a sect

A fairy boy asked: "Tell me, what's going on?" The first gray-robed Taoist recounted to the two adults what he had said to the red-robed ghost.

The two fairy boys also disagreed after hearing this: "In such a huge desert, who knows what powerful monsters or cultivators will be encountered? It is normal for them to be destroyed." However, in accordance with their duties, they still searched carefully and repeated I went to look where the wind puppets and ghost soldiers disappeared, but found nothing.

Perhaps they were careless and did not expect that there would be someone lurking in the sky. They failed to notice Fei'a, who was parked hundreds of miles in the sky.

A fairy boy said: "That's it, you are unlucky, it's nothing serious." The two returned to Feisha Valley, and the three Taoists said goodbye, and then went back underground.

This time Zhang feared that he would not follow him back, and he wanted to discuss it with Fang Jian. Flying into the high-altitude clouds, Zhang Tianfang lay down and fell asleep. Fang Jian held a bag of sand bears in his arms and was fully alert.

Zhang was afraid of entering Fei'a, so he told Fang Jian the situation in the Sand Valley and asked Fang Jian: "I want to destroy them." Zhang Tianfang was very happy: "Okay." Fang Jian thought for a while and asked back: "Where is the Iron Wire Valley? ?”

Zhang Ai was stunned. He decided not to cause trouble, so he didn't look at the jade slip. Hearing Fang Jian's question, he took out the jade slip and took a look at it, with a look of surprise on his face: "Is the Iron Line Valley in the desert?"

When they were in the Holy Kingdom, some people were looking for the Iron Wire Valley like crazy, but they couldn't find it. Who would have thought that the Iron Wire Valley was not in the Holy Kingdom at all, but in the boundless desert.

Fang Jian took the jade slip and looked at it once, flew away and walked around for a while, then came back and said, "Look, the terrain should be in the north."

"It's the same on all sides, which one is north? Besides, what's the terrain here? Isn't it all sand?" Zhang Tianfang asked.

"Ignorance and skill are at their peak here." Zhang was afraid of saying this to him, but also flew out to observe. Fortunately, the sun was rising, and he could easily identify the direction. He first estimated his position, and then confirmed the location of the Ghost Valley according to the map. It's to the north of me, and it's quite far away. He flew back and asked, "What should we do now?"

"What should I do? Kill!" Zhang Tianfang's answer is always straightforward.

Fang Jian was not as stubborn as Zhang Tian. He understood the meaning of Zhang Wei's question and said with a smile: "I don't know if you are lucky or not. Everything can happen to you. You make the decision."

Not to mention anything else, just talking about the beast tide, if it happened often, cultivators would have discovered it long ago. Of course, cultivators may also be killed by these Taoists dressed in red, white and black gray, but there should always be a few people who escaped. , as long as someone can escape, the Holy City will definitely know about it, but why is it that when people are sent all over the world to hunt down the ghost disciples who caused trouble in thirty-two places, no one talks about the desert beast tide?

Also, there are monsters in the desert. Nineteen sand bears can be caught in a row, but the people who caught the bears didn't see the tide of beasts? If there were no surprises, this would be such good luck.

Zhang Ai said: "Go to Tiexian Valley and have a look. If you can find the five great monks, ask them. Maybe you will know what is going on."

From what he saw, there were many people in this unknown sect, and they were very hierarchical and had many masters. Zhang was afraid that no matter how powerful he was, he would not be able to kill them all. He asked Fang Jian what to do, and what he wanted to do was to just kill them like this, kill them all. How many deaths count? It's better to wait and see if it's possible to annihilate all the enemies.

At the same time, there is another question. This weird sect is located in the desert. I don’t know if it has anything to do with the Iron Wire Valley. This is a very crucial point. You must understand it before you can deal with these Taoists with confidence.

Just as he was about to activate Feiya, a man flew over from the direction of Shagu. He was wearing a black monk's robe and was tall. He was the venerable man who had shown his power just now but could not find Zhang Ping. He came to a halt in front of the sand cave where the gray-robed disciples were hiding, and shouted: "Come out."

Unfortunately, the three gray-robed disciples came up again not long after they went down. They bowed in greeting and were much more respectful than they were to the two fairy boys.

The big man said coldly: "Tell me what's going on."

The gray-robed Taoist talked about the whole process for the third time. After listening, the big man looked at the three of them carefully and said softly: "The cultivation level is improving very quickly."

After saying these words, the three gray-robed Taoists turned pale and bowed tremblingly.

"Tell me, who takes the lead?" the big man said coldly.

The three gray-robed Taoists just trembled and did not dare to speak. The big man sneered: "I'll only ask once."

The three of them finally couldn't hold it any longer and fell to their knees one after another. One of them said with a trembling voice: "This disciple has made no progress in his hard training for several years. It is a rare opportunity to go out to collect blood essence, so..."

"So you are taking the lead?" A cold light flashed in the big man's eyes.

"Yes, I am a disciple." The man gritted his teeth and admitted on the spot.

"Very good, very good. If you dare to do something, you are worthy of my disciple. You go ahead." A cold voice can easily determine the life or death of others.

The disciple probably couldn't escape. If he didn't kill himself, there would be endless pain waiting for him. He stopped talking nonsense and looked back at his two companions. He reversed his whole body skills and heard a bang, his heart and mind at the same time. It exploded, and blood flowed from the mouth, nose and other places. The person fell forward with a cry and died instantly.

The big man looked at the other two people, who hurriedly kowtowed and shouted: "Your Majesty, spare my life, Your Majesty, please spare your life." The Reverend lowered his head and thought about it, and asked, "Do you know what is wrong?" The two people quickly replied: "There is no basis. The sect leader stipulated that the soul essence and blood should be collected one by one."

The big man said: "My Holy Sect has lived in seclusion here for ten thousand years, not wanting to be known to the world. Even if I use puppet magic to collect the souls necessary for cultivation, I can only collect them slowly one by one, for fear of being discovered by cultivators. In the past ten thousand years, There are also disciples who are disobedient and like to be lazy. They drive the insects and beasts to one place and collect them in groups. This is very fast, but it also brings danger to the Holy Sect. Therefore, anyone who does this will be killed, but you dare to attack the Sect. Just follow the rules, and secretly cultivate your own essence and blood, well, let’s go together.”

When the two of them hear this, will they die too? Secretly cursing himself for being unlucky, many disciples from outside the country did this, but the three of them were caught, peeking at the big man, who was staring at them coldly. The two of them knew that it was over and had no intention of living anymore. The last glimmer of hope dissipated and they were determined to die. Just like the first gray-robed Taoist, they committed suicide.

The big man looked at the three dead people, raised his sleeves, and the three corpses were thrown far away. They exploded into pieces of flesh and fell on the desert. As long as a gust of wind blew through a layer of yellow sand, they could easily cover the three corpses. Cutting the body into pieces without leaving any clues is the easiest way to destroy the body and eliminate traces.

Then he got into the hole under the sand layer and came out after a while. He was holding a bronze tripod in his hand. It was much larger than the one Zhang was afraid of grabbing from the skull zombie. The mouth of the tripod was also dark, and it might contain souls or blood essence. , cannot be seen from the outside. Hold it and fly back.

Zhang Ying listened to the whole conversation just now and asked him to answer the questions in his mind. No wonder no one found out after many years. They were catching insect beasts one by one. As long as they were not greedy and did not form a tide of beasts, who would care? The appearance of a small wind roll in the desert is nothing special, and the wind puppet in it is lifeless. Ordinary cultivators cannot detect it at all, and naturally they will not come to find out what is going on, so this group of people can continue to hide.

I just didn't expect that this big black man was very careful. He told the story of the gray-robed Taoist three times, but no one could find the problem in the first two times. Only the big black man noticed something was wrong, came to inquire, and then convicted them and asked them to commit suicide to apologize.

After the big man disappeared, Zhang Tianfang asked: "Going to Tiexian Valley?" Zhang Ai nodded, he had to go and have a look no matter what. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle.

Flying north, I looked at the map again and again. This was the only bad thing about the desert. There were no landmarks except the sun. Everything looked the same. Just like in the sea, we all relied on experience to guide the way.

I was looking for a way while flying, and I didn't dare to go too fast. One day passed quickly, and I couldn't find the Iron Wire Valley. Instead, I saw a few small wind rolls spinning and wreaking havoc on the desert. There was no life in the wind rolls. There was a bird around the wind rolls. Or a few beasts running wildly. Zhang Awei looked at him and nodded secretly. Those Taoists are so scheming. As long as the people below are not greedy, don't hunt wildly, and don't form a tide of beasts, they will not attract the attention of cultivators. No wonder such a large sect can hide for thousands of years without a trace. be found.

With his nature, even if an ant is in trouble, he will try his best to save it, so he cuts off the wind scroll, refines and burns the wind puppet, saves his life, and then continues on his way. He also knows that the wind puppet can be made at will, but it is a life if it can be saved. We will talk about other things later.

The nights in the desert are cold, and there will be sandstorms during the windy season. Zhang is not afraid of storms, but it is troublesome to drive in the storm. There is no need to fight against the power of heaven and earth and exhaust himself, so he lands on the ground to rest that night.

After landing, release the sand bear. There are a lot of living creatures that cannot be trapped in the bag every day. The nineteen little ones had different personalities. Some of them were unwilling to move. After they came out, they crawled to Zhang Wen's side and lay down to rest. More sand bears are lively and lively. Not long after they came to this world, they are ignorant and curious about everything. They especially like sand by nature, and they have a lot of fun running around.

In order to take care of the sand bears, Zhang Feng did not put out the tent and sat on the ground in the dark. Zhang Tianfang didn't like being shut up in a room alone, and he didn't open a tent. Fang Jian followed them, and the three of them sat on the yellow sand.

The little sand bear had a lot of fun. It was so nimble that it actually knew how to squeeze into the sand. It was still clumsy at first, but it didn't take long for it to become agile and quickly get in and out of the sand. It is completely different from its usual stupid and cute appearance. No wonder It’s called a sand bear, and it’s natural to be with sand.

Seeing them happy, Zhang was afraid that he couldn't bear it. Sand bears should live in the desert. Did he really want to take them away to a place without sand? I was thinking about asking Fang Jian if he should do this, but suddenly there was a slight vibration in the ground, so subtle that it was almost imperceptible. But this kind of shock was not strong enough for a Nascent Soul master. Zhang Ain and Fang Jian looked at each other, stood up, and jumped like lightning to catch all the sand bears.

There were five monsters rushing towards them underground. Although they couldn't figure out the purpose of their coming, Zhang Tianfang was unwilling to embarrass them. He put the sand bear into his big bag, lifted up and flew five meters in the air. Looking down, Zhang Tianfang and Fang Jian looked down. Follow and fly.