Regarding the many casual cultivators who came here, Chu Xinghe knew in his heart that all these casual cultivators were not here for the spiritual treasure that was about to appear in the world. They were just here to fish in troubled waters and get some benefits.
There were only a few monks from the sect who came here to get the treasure, and he was very unsure about monk Huangfu. The Huangfu family always kept a low profile in the Yuanfeng Empire and rarely participated in the disputes in the world of immortal cultivation.
Come.
Unexpectedly, the Wushan City Lord was uncharacteristically involved. Not only was he personally involved, but he also involved other monks in his clan. This made the old man very puzzled.
How did Chu Xinghe know that the city lord of Wushan City acted like this this time out of necessity.
In less than three years, the Huangfu family's fifty-year competition will be held. This kind of competition is a competition to determine how much cultivation resources each branch of the family possesses.
The Huangfu family is so large that there are more than twenty branches. In order to determine the status of each branch in the family, for tens of thousands of years, the Huangfu family has held an intra-clan competition every fifty years.
Arrange the rankings and decide how much territory to occupy and whether it is good or bad.
Low-level monks are the foundation of a clan, so this kind of competition is held in two levels, one is for Qi-gathering stage monks, and the other is for foundation-building stage monks. The purpose is to test the overall strength of low-level disciples and judge their branch in turn.
Is there any future for development?
The Wushan City Lord's branch ranked very low in the last competition, so he was assigned to this place in Quzhou where training resources are extremely scarce.
This time I heard that a psychic treasure appeared in Quzhou, and the city lord of Wushan immediately informed his elders. After discussion, the family decided to take full action and take this treasure into the family's possession, hoping to make a difference in the next family competition.
For this reason, the Lord of Wushan City invited three of his clan brothers to compete for this psychic treasure.
After Chu Xinghe said this, the monks were immediately shocked. What the old man Cheng Dan said was reasonable. There are so many palaces here, and there must be many rare things in them. Why bother to follow those forces?
The powerful sect snatches the only thing.
Thinking of this, many casual cultivators swayed their bodies amidst a burst of shouts and headed towards the distant hall.
The heads of the three major sects looked at each other, then no longer stayed, and led the disciples behind them to fly forward.
Suddenly, at the entrance, apart from the old man surnamed Chu and four members of the Huangfu family, only Qin Fengming and Fang Qiying were left standing.
Qin Fengming did not move at this time, because after exploring with his spiritual consciousness, he always felt that this place was extremely weird. It seemed that there was some kind of danger hidden in it. Since the old man surnamed Chu had not left, he decided to stay for a while before talking.
The old man surnamed Chu felt the same as Qin Fengming, and also had a trace of worry in his heart. Seeing that several people did not take any action, the old man was also secretly surprised. Only with his strong spiritual consciousness could he feel the unknown danger. But the few people in front of him were all
He is a monk in the foundation building stage, can he still feel something?
Just when the old man surnamed Chu was confused, he saw a sudden chaos in the distance, and the sound of shouts and screams could not be heard. At the same time, magic weapons and spiritual weapons were launched into the sky one after another, and the sound of huge collisions was continuous.
Seeing this scene, several people who were standing still were shocked at the same time. Although several people had something strange in their hearts, they were still shocked when they saw the real danger.
Under the cover of spiritual consciousness, what happened before was clearly displayed before his eyes.
When many monks were still hundreds of feet away from those halls, a large number of zombies suddenly emerged from the rocks at their feet. These zombies turned out to be at the peak of foundation building.
As soon as the zombie appeared, he immediately activated the magic weapon in his hand and attacked the monks.
The monks were already very low on vigilance during the flight. Under the first attack, many monks in the Qi Gathering stage were immediately killed on the spot. In an instant, they were lying on the ground with their limbs and arms broken.
The foundation-building monks who had escaped the disaster were in a hurry and began to activate their spiritual weapons to trap Youdou to death. Facing zombies several times their size, the foundation-building monks no longer had any confidence in their chances of winning.
In just a few moments, several casual cultivators in the foundation-building stage were killed by zombies on the spot, leaving no bones left. The top cultivator named Luo was also besieged by several zombies at this time and finally died here.
The monks from the three major sects were not far from each other. As soon as the strange phenomenon occurred, they immediately gathered together and formed a formation to jointly activate the protective barrier to fight against the zombies. Although they were worry-free for a while, over time, they would surely be killed by the zombies.
Brother Nanyu and the other two sect leaders looked at each other and saw a hint of despair in each other's eyes. Although the three of them all had magic weapons in their bodies, they faced zombies with several times the foundation-building cultivation level.
, and it is absolutely difficult to kill them completely.
But if he didn't activate the magic weapon at this time, it would be impossible to hold on for a while. After thinking for a moment, Nan Yu no longer hesitated. With a wave of his hand, a huge black machete appeared above his head, and the spiritual power in his body rushed towards the machete.
Inject and go.
A moment later, the jet-black machete emitted huge spiritual energy fluctuations, dragging a two- to three-foot-long blade shadow as it quickly slashed towards the zombies.
Although the zombies were not very intelligent, in the face of such a powerful magic weapon, driven by instinct, several zombies immediately recalled their magic weapons and headed towards the huge knife shadow together.
In an instant, all the weapons were intertwined. Several loud noises were heard immediately, and five or six magic weapons were cut off at once, and all the magic energy was eliminated. They fell on the stone ground. But this attack of the magic weapon was
It was blocked by other magic weapons and could not hit the zombie's body.
Brother Nanyu's face was gloomy. He moved his fingers, and the huge machete circled in the air, and began to chop at the zombie crowd again.
Seeing this, Cang Wuzi and the monk surnamed Zhou gritted their teeth and offered up their magic weapons respectively. A black flag and a flaming red alms bowl appeared in the air at the same time.
Cang Wuzi's spiritual energy was rapidly injected into his body, and the flag flags immediately fluttered and wrapped around his body. A black cloud and mist spurted out from the flag flags. In an instant, the surrounding area was filled with darkness within a few feet, and there were silhouettes of people.
Nothing.
Then, with a loud shout from Cang Wuzi, a huge black hand flew out from the black mist and swooped down towards the zombie group twenty or thirty feet away.
The power of this attack was astonishing. Although several zombies tried their best to use magic weapons to intercept them, Cang Wuzi still killed two of them with this attack.
The monk surnamed Zhou next to him had also finished casting the spell at this time. In the meantime, the big alms bowl kept spinning in the air, and a hot energy surged out from the huge alms bowl and spread out in all directions.
At the same time, with a flick of the old man's finger, the bottom of the alms bowl turned upwards, and a stream of reddish-brown rock poured out from the bowl, quickly sweeping towards the zombies in the distance. The speed was extremely fast. Although the zombies were quick to see the opportunity, they still remained
Several were swallowed by the rock flow.
There was a burst of wailing, but no bones were left behind. Under the inversion, the rock flow returned to the alms bowl again.