Volume 1 Chapter 47 Murder
Chapter 47 Murder
Nearly two thousand disciples of Wushuang Sect had already filled this place. This open space was deliberately left for the Yiyuan Sect to settle down. Zhang Pa left the Tianlei Mountain Station and walked leisurely. He walked to the front of the field. Looking around, there were only a few monks and a vast field. Although the place was large, it was really difficult to find a place to practice. You couldn't sit on the road or sit in the field to meditate, right?
He was looking around, and the monks in the field were also looking at him. There was a big monk who was tall and strong, wearing a patched and patched monk's robe. His forehead was shiny and his eyes were as big as copper bells. He stared at Zhang Pa with a tiger's eyes, looking up and down for a long time before lowering his head to loosen the soil again. Zhang Pa habitually sent out his spiritual sense to the big monk, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea. He couldn't detect any breath. He felt a little scared and quickened his pace. He forgot that this road was blocked and the end of the road was the dilapidated temple.
After walking a few miles, he looked up and saw the temple. He smiled bitterly and said, "I went in the wrong direction." He looked again and found that there was no plaque on the lintel of the temple. He walked closer and saw that there was indeed a dilapidated courtyard wall and a shabby house. It looked like a temple but there was no symbol of a temple. He thought to himself, "Buddhists are really different from us. Taoists advocate frugality, but no matter how frugal they are, they will clean their living places and carry tents when they go out. But Buddhists..." Thinking of the big monk he had just seen, his clothes were patched up, he was impressed. Thinking of the name of Ganliang Temple, it was really too clean and desolate.
Zhang was too lazy to walk any further, so he used the wings of the wind god, spread his air wings, and flew westward. Nearly ten miles were fields, and there was a small hill ten miles away. He folded his wings and sat down to meditate, taking out the iron shield to study it carefully.
The iron shield was specially made for Zhang Pa the day before the headmaster went down the mountain. It was made of black iron, but unfortunately the extraction was not pure enough, and there were impurities in the shield. The refining method was much worse than Lin Sen's, and there was no monster essence and blood to enhance the effect. It was really a very ordinary magic weapon. Fortunately, the black iron was hard and was refined by the fire of the Zhenru Jindan period. It should be able to defend against the attacks of cultivators below the foundation building period, and it should be able to defend against two or three attacks from masters of the Jindan period. This shield has another advantage. It can attack. The edge of the shield is as sharp as a blade. It is like a spinning flying knife when it is released. It comes and goes freely and moves quickly. In less than half an hour, Zhang Pa manipulated it as if it were his arm, easily and freely.
After getting familiar with the iron shield, he took out the black bone knife, the forty-four tooth swords, the snake whip, and the protective green shirt. He took off the Taoist robe, put on the green shirt close to his body, and then put on the Taoist robe outside. Then he fiddled with the black bone knife and snake whip. These magic weapons were used by the monsters every day when he was underground. They were very skillful in use. Because of the addition of spirit essence, the monsters were unwilling to fight hard.
Zhang Pa put the tooth sword into the left sleeve of his green shirt and the black iron knife into the right sleeve, and lowered his head to control the snake whip to play. Among the four magic weapons, he liked the snake whip the most, one because of its great power, and the other because it was very similar to the real Fushen Snake. As long as it was filled with spiritual energy, the snake whip was as flexible as a real snake, far superior to other magic weapons. At this moment, the snake whip was crawling on the ground like a real snake. There was a mouse on the ground, and Zhang Pa used the snake whip to scare it as a prank. He was having fun when he felt two abnormal auras approaching. He stood up and looked around, and saw two black shadows flying towards him from the west.
Zhang Pa was startled and put away the magic whip and wanted to run away. Suddenly, a sinister voice rang in his ears: "It's too late." As the voice was spoken, a white light came. Zhang Pa instinctively dodged, but failed to dodge, and half of the cymbal slashed into Zhang Pa's body. A white light flashed, making a hissing sound, followed by a green light flashing, and a golden cymbal stuck in Zhang Pa's body.
"Huh?" An old man in a black robe appeared, staring at the cymbal in surprise, waved his hand to take back the flying cymbal, and after checking, he knew that it was fine, but he couldn't cut into the enemy's body? A disciple in the foundation-building period, I used the cymbal to sneak attack, but I couldn't kill him?
Zhang Pa was hit by the cymbal and thought he was going to die. He paused for a while, and the perception was still there. He looked down and saw a big hole in his Taoist robe, revealing the protective green shirt. The green shirt was also cut with a finger-length crack, and the green light was faintly visible and it was automatically repaired.
The old man in black robe saw it and knew it was a magic weapon. He laughed and said, "I'm really lucky. I want your magic weapon." Just as he finished speaking, the round cymbals came again. Zhang Pa used the iron shield to block it. After the clanging sound, the iron shield not only did not break, but became bigger. The old man in black robe blinked and said, "You have a lot of things." He waved his hand gently, and four round cymbals flashed in the air one after another. The old man pointed at Zhang Pa, and five round cymbals flew towards him.
Zhang Pa spread his wings of the wind god and flew into the air to avoid the flying cymbals. He secretly used his internal breath, and colorful lights flashed. Seven kinds of body protection skills were added to his body continuously. The old man grinned: "You know a lot of things." The old man in black robe was very confident in himself. He was a master of the Jindan stage of the Ghost Sect. He was ordered by the deputy sect master to come out to investigate the enemy. He happened to meet a lone foundation-building disciple. Why not kill him? So he concealed his breath and attacked, but he didn't expect to fail.
The old man in black robe waved his hand, and the five flying cymbals made a circle on the spot and attacked Zhang Pa again. Two on top and three on the bottom, they were arranged in the shape of five rings, shining brightly, and flew towards him in the air.
Zhang Pa's mind urged the iron shield to grow larger and block in front of him. The old man in black robe flicked his fingers, and five flying cymbals exploded and hit Zhang Pa in five directions at the same time. No matter how big the iron shield is, it can't surround Zhang Pa. Zhang Pa urged the tooth swords in his sleeves, and fourteen of them flew out in an instant to meet the flying cymbals. After the clanging collision, the tooth swords were not damaged at all, but the flying cymbals had a slight crack. The old man was shocked. Is the opponent really a foundation-building cultivator? How can he block the attack of the flying cymbals? The spiritual sense probed again, and it was true that he was indeed a foundation-building cultivator. The wolf light in his eyes was faintly visible, and he stared at the fourteen tooth swords in the air with some eagerness. The kid must have relied on magic weapons to hold on. Thinking of this, he reached out to his waist with his right hand and held up a magic flag. Just as he was about to wave it, the fourteen tooth swords on the opposite side attacked him at the same time. The old man didn't have time to use the magic flag, and he was reluctant to use the flying cymbals to block it. He retreated quickly and easily dodged a hundred meters away, letting the tooth swords pass. Zhang Pa's fang sword stabbed into the air, but he did not pursue. He controlled the fang sword to aim at the old man, trembling and stopping in the air, and then paid attention to the other two auras.
At this time, the two men had arrived, one raised the magic hammer, and the other released the flying sword, attacking Zhang Pa at the same time. The old man was completely relieved. There were three people in the Jindan stage and two foundation-building stage. Wouldn't it be easy to kill a foundation-building stage cultivator? One rushed towards Zhang Pa in a hurry. Zhang Pa knew it was not good and wanted to escape. The old man laughed grimly and waved the magic flag. Suddenly, there were gusts of cold wind and black fog, which surrounded Zhang Pa.
Zhang Pa was most afraid of these things. Seeing that the magic flag attracted cold wind and black fog, he didn't know what the next move was. He didn't care at the moment, commanded the iron shield to defend against the magic hammer, and released the black iron knife to meet the flying sword. He urged the fourteen fang swords to hit the old man with all his strength. The old man chuckled, chanted a formula, and threw the magic flag into the air. The magic flag instantly became larger and wrapped the tooth sword. Zhang Pa urged it with all his strength, and the tooth sword rushed left and right, but it couldn't penetrate the magic flag.
At this time, a loud bang came from behind, which scared Zhang Pa. He looked back and saw that it was the sound of the iron shield blocking the magic hammer; looking at the black iron knife, it had silently cut off the opponent's flying sword. The sword driver was shocked and ran away to protect himself.
Zhang Pa had no time to deal with them. The tooth sword was wrapped in the magic flag, and its magic power was getting weaker and weaker. Zhang Pa was anxious, pulled out the snake whip, filled it with spiritual power, shook the snake whip straight, sent his hand forward, and shouted: "Go!" The snake whip was used as a flying sword, and stabbed the black-robed old man in the air. The old man was calm and controlled the magic flag to become bigger, wrapping the snake whip in it, and waved the flying cymbals to attack Zhang Pa.
The old man underestimated the power of the magic weapon in Zhang Pa's hand. The snake whip was made of the skin of the Fushen snake. It was extremely hard and sharp. It easily pierced the magic flag, and then pierced the old man's body protection skills, making a big hole in his chest. So, the five-sided round cymbals of the old man in black robe flew halfway, lost control and fell to the ground. Looking at the old man again, he looked down at his chest as if he couldn't believe it. There was a small hole two fingers wide there, and then blood spurted out of the hole. The old man fell to the sky and the magic flag fell down.
The sudden change in the field made the man with the magic hammer very clever. He put away the magic hammer and turned around to run. The man whose flying sword was broken in the distance ran faster. In a few breaths, he had run a thousand meters away.
Zhang Pa didn't chase him, and didn't want to chase him at all. He was lucky to kill the old man, but he felt weak all over and fell to the ground. The scenes of the fight just now flashed in his mind one by one. He couldn't help but feel scared. He felt that life and death were in a breath. If it weren't for the powerful snake whip magic weapon, he should have gone to see the King of Hell.
The wind blew and I shivered, only to find that my back was soaked. It was okay during the fight, but the fear and worry after the fight made me break out in a cold sweat? Laugh at yourself and put away the snake whip and other magic weapons.