The sky is clear and blue, and green vegetation covers the mountains and plains.
The terrain of Bazhan Mountain is not high, and it is composed of eight small hills that are connected together like lotus leaves, hence its name.
In a small mountain col, water-like ripples suddenly appeared in the space.
Immediately afterwards, a figure turned from virtual to real, and was squeezed out like tightly packed mud.
"Plop——!"
Zhang Ke's little body was thrown backwards and fell solidly to the ground.
After shaking his slightly groggy head, Zhang Ke retched a few times, feeling dizzy and uncomfortable.
Just as he was about to get up, he found someone in front of him looking at him in surprise.
This man had blue and black wounds all over his body, and his face was even more bruised.
At this time, he was curled up into a ball and leaning tightly against the narrow mountain col, holding a brush with a faint green glow in his hand.
The slightest movement would arouse his vigilance, and he was obviously trying to avoid tracking.
Zhang Ke didn't want to get involved in other people's disputes when he first arrived, so he stood up unsteadily and wanted to leave.
The man looked at the pink child in front of him, although he didn't know how he was teleported here.
But he couldn't bear to suffer misfortune, and said in a low voice:
"There are evil cultivators outside, don't go out!"
Zhang Ke didn't expect that this man could not even save his own life, but he would kindly remind others.
With a sweep of his mind, he discovered that this person's cultivation level was not weak and he was already in the Golden Core Tiangang realm.
The accent of his speech is a bit strange, but the language is consistent with his own, and he can barely understand it.
Just as he was about to speak, suddenly, a ripple of spiritual thought swept across the col.
The injured man seemed to have a way to isolate himself from detection, but Zhang Ke was unprepared and was directly detected.
"over there!"
A sinister and sharp sound sounded in the distance.
The injured man couldn't help but smile bitterly. He never expected such an accident.
Alas! God’s will is like this. God doesn’t give me a way to survive!
He struggled to stand up and glanced at Zhang Ke lightly.
"If you have any means, use it. I won't be able to take care of you for a while."
Five figures in the distance came from different directions as fast as the wind.
The five of them were all uniformly dressed in red robes, and their faces were covered with masks with ghost faces. There were traces of purple-black smoke drifting in the wind between the rise and fall of their figures.
"Who are these people?"
Zhang Ke asked the man casually.
The injured man's eyes were filled with anger and he gritted his teeth and said:
"My dear Zhang Changyan of the Danqing Sect, three of my brothers and I passed by the village in front of us last night and discovered that an evil cultivator was offering blood sacrifices to the people.
I wanted to rescue the people, but unexpectedly there were more than a dozen evil Jindan cultivators hiding there.
After a fierce battle, the two disciples were separated, and I was the only one who escaped here."
As he spoke, the five people had already rushed within a hundred feet.
Without saying a word, they all raised their hands, and hundreds of purple-black Sirius nails were fired at Zhang Ke and Zhang Ke.
Zhang Changyan forced his magic power to circulate, and the "Dragon Beard" pen in his right hand suddenly drew a stroke in the air.
In an instant, a turbulent river pattern appeared with the stroke of the pen.
Zhang Changyan shouted in a low voice: "Get out!"
With a flick of the pen, the river turned from virtual to real, like the Tianhe collapsing, and the mighty river water formed a waterfall in front of me.
The hundreds of Sirius nails were instantly blocked from the water curtain.
In a blink of an eye, Zhang Ke showed no intention of taking action. He just looked around curiously and couldn't help but said anxiously:
"If you have the means, use it; if you have no other option, run away. Don't just stand still!"
Zhang Ke said "Oh" and flicked his right hand, and a platinum hairspring flew out from his fingertips.
"Boom--!"
The five evil cultivators suddenly heard a muffled sound of thunder in their ears, their vision went dark, and they fell to the ground.
Without even feeling a trace of pain, the flowing gossamer talisman sword penetrated his head and killed him on the spot.
Zhang Changyan could see clearly that a white light as thin as a hair was flying back and forth between the five evil cultivators.
Its speed was so fast that his eyes could hardly follow the trail of the white light.
When you hear the sound, it also means you have been hit.
...
In a village ancestral hall not far away, seven or eight monks in red robes were drinking happily, with cups and plates on the table in a mess.
On the ground outside the door, hundreds of human corpses were lying scattered.
The leader looked at a seal in his hand with a smile, which was left after a few ignorant monks were killed yesterday.
Suddenly, his face suddenly changed, and the bead string on his right wrist suddenly heard a "click! click!" sound.
Five beads instantly broke into powder and flew away in the wind.
'not good!'
At this moment, around him, in addition to the few comrades present, there were five other people who went out to chase the fleeing person.
With that person's strength, even two people can take him down, let alone five people.
And no one knows better than him what it means when these five beads are broken at the same time.
A bone-chilling chill surged into my heart. Could it be that some soul has arrived here?
He shouted in panic:
"Something bad is happening! The True Lord of Yuanshen is coming, please run for your lives quickly!"
After speaking, without waiting for anyone else to reply, he pulled the red cloak behind his back with his left hand and pulled it towards his body.
A flash of red light flashed, and the leader disappeared without a trace.
Several other people were stunned by the leader's words at first, and when they found out that he had escaped, they were all dead.
Everyone fled in panic.
In the village, the villagers hiding in the dark discovered that many evil cultivators had fled in a hurry, and after a while they quietly came to the ancestral hall.
Not long after, shrill cries echoed in every corner of the village.
...
Bazhan Mountain Col.
"Refining swords into silk! Sword energy and thunder sound!"
A thought suddenly flashed through Zhang Changyan's mind, and he couldn't help but blurt out.
Zhang Ke smiled "haha", raised his index finger, and the hairspring flew over like lightning and wrapped around his fingertips like silk.
He stepped in front of the five people and was thinking of checking the body.
"Hiss—!"
The five corpses had melted and disintegrated together with their clothes.
After a while, except for a purple-black mark, there was no residue left on the scene.
Zhang Ke frowned. These evil cultivators obviously had strict organizational discipline and were good at cutting off their tails to survive.
Zhang Changyan barely suppressed the injuries on his body and walked slowly to Zhang Ke.
He raised his hands and saluted: "Thank you fellow Taoist for saving my life!"
Seeing the scene in front of him, he explained to Zhang Ke:
"These are common methods used by evil cultivators. Because of this, the cultivating community has never been able to find out the roots of the 'Red Robe Society'."
Zhang Ke looked at Zhang Changyan's current state, shook his head, and casually constructed a 'sweet rain formation' to fall on him.
The shadow of an emerald jade tree appeared, its leaves falling like rain, and penetrated into Zhang Changyan's body.
Zhang Changyan was surprised to find that his injuries were recovering in a state visible to the naked eye.
In just half an hour, 80% of the injuries, whether they were poisonous, internal or external, were healed.
Secretly surprised by Zhang Ke's various methods, he lowered his posture.
"Thank you, senior, for treating the injury of this junior."
Zhang Ke shook his head:
"I am of the same rank as you, so I cannot be called a senior. Just call me Ruyi."
Zhang Changyan looked at Zhang Ke, who looked like a child. Although he was a little curious, he didn't dare to ask any more questions.
Zhang Ke pondered for a moment. He didn't come to the Central Region to cause trouble, so he decided to tell the truth.
"I'll tell you the truth, fellow Taoist! Pindao comes from the Eastern Region and came through the teleportation array.
I just don’t know why, but out of hundreds of people traveling with me, only Pindao appears here.”
Speaking of this, Zhang Ke felt a little painful. The price of one thousand gold talismans for a teleportation array was really too expensive.
Zhang Changyan suddenly said:
"Oh! It turns out that fellow Taoist is from the Eastern Region! When teleporting across regions, this situation will inevitably happen sometimes.
If you are lucky, thirty or fifty people may appear together, but if you are unlucky, fellow Taoists may appear alone.
This has been continuously corrected. I heard that in the past, sometimes the body and head would be separated when teleported."
Zhang Ke couldn't help but take a breath, wondering if this unreliable teleportation array could be avoided in the future.
Zhang Changyan glanced at Zhang Ke quietly, thought for a moment, and asked:
"Fellow Taoist Ruyi is here to travel to the Central Territory or for other reasons. If you need help, please feel free to ask."
Zhang Ke never thought that he would be so lucky to meet a practitioner who likes to help others.
He reached out and took out the portrait of Tu Shan, unfolded it, and raised it above his head.
"Have you ever heard of seeing this person or hearing about him?"
Zhang Ke is a little depressed, his body has become smaller, and many things have been greatly affected.
Zhang Changyan looked at it carefully for a while, shook his head and said:
"I've never seen it! Who is this?"
Zhang Ke put away the portrait and said calmly:
"This is an enemy of Pindao. He may have hid in the Central Region seventeen years ago. Pindao is specifically looking for him this time."
Zhang Changyan sighed:
"The Central Territory is so vast. Fellow Taoist, this trip is like finding a needle in a haystack, I'm afraid it won't be easy.
However, I can ask a colleague I know to help find out about this person's whereabouts."
Zhang Ke didn't want to harm this kind-hearted person.
"No need! This person is the True Lord of Yuanshen. Although he was seriously injured, he should not be underestimated.
In particular, this person has no bottom line in his actions. If he is angered, he may cause harm to the people around him."
Zhang Changyan instantly understood what Zhang Ke meant. It was obvious that the man in the portrait had done harm to ordinary people.
My heart couldn't help but tremble, and I didn't persist.
Zhang Ke noticed that Zhang Changyan seemed to have something to say and asked, "Do you need help with anything else, fellow Taoist?"
Zhang Changyan prayed:
"My fellow disciples and I were separated last night. My fellow Taoist has great supernatural powers. I wonder if I can ask my fellow Taoist to help eliminate the remaining evil cultivators in the village."
Zhang Ke frowned and said: "I'm afraid he has already gotten the news and escaped, and it will be in vain if he goes there."
Zhang Changyan said resolutely:
"Whether they have escaped or not, there are still people in the village who need treatment, so we have to go there before we can rest assured.
In addition, we should also inquire about the whereabouts of our senior brothers.
It’s just that my strength is low, so I would like to ask my Taoist friends for help!”
Zhang Ke seemed to see his original shadow in Zhang Changyan in a trance.
"Okay! I can go with you, but you must not have too high expectations."