The first floor of the castle seemed to have been ransacked. The control hub for controlling the magic circles and mechanisms had been destroyed. There were scattered books and sawdust everywhere, as well as the corpses of several monks from Listening to the Wind Valley. Zhang Mingyuan quickly rushed up to the second floor.
Upstairs, I found a seriously injured monk from Tingfeng Valley leaning against the door, covering the wound on his stomach with both hands, but unable to stop the blood from flowing out. His face was pale and he was bleeding excessively.
Zhang Mingyuan rushed to the man, held him in his arms, took out a pill from the Naxu Ring and stuffed it into the man's mouth. After the green light flashed, the monk opened his eyes and saw the clothes on Zhang Mingyuan's body.
After listening to Feng Gu, he nodded with confidence.
"What happened?" Zhang Mingyuan asked.
"Suddenly, a group of black-armored puppets came. They didn't know pain, but they were extremely powerful. The monks stationed here had no time to organize defenses, and most of them died. Qi...Uncle Qi is still on the top floor. Go rescue him quickly. He was killed by someone.
Besieged." The monk said angrily.
Zhang Mingyuan placed him on a flat floor and ran upstairs quickly. Blood and corpses were everywhere in the castle. You can imagine the brutality of the fierce battles that took place here.
He quickly came to the top floor of the castle, the most secret secret room in Tingfeng Valley, where some old secrets of Tingfeng Valley were stored, as well as the martial arts books collected over the years. He found that the door was blessed by a triple defense array.
The huge iron door was opened with great force. Under the dim light in the room, a monk from Tingfeng Valley, covered in blood, faced five black-armored monks. Under his feet, there were several black-armored stumps, just like the seriously injured one.
The monks said that these black armors were lifeless because there was no blood flowing out of the severed limbs.
Zhang Mingyuan roared, and rushed into the house with his electric sword. When the electric light was dazzling, he chopped down a black armor. After the electric sword stabbed the black armor's body, there was a huge resistance and he had to use all his strength to control it.
The magic weapon was cut downwards.
The black-armored man slumped to the end, his limbs still waving on the ground, looking extremely terrifying. The middle-aged monk surnamed Qi nodded towards Zhang Mingyuan. He was Zhang's junior brother in terms of seniority, and he was also a cultivator of Jindan. He was the cultivator stationed here this time.
He is the highest monk.
The four black armors whistled, and suddenly a dozen black armors of exactly the same height and shape sprang out from the surrounding darkness. They carried sabers and emitted a huge sword light, slashing at Zhang Mingyuan and the monk surnamed Qi.
In the small space, there was no time to use the magic technique, and the two of them were caught in a bloody battle. The electric sword in Zhang Mingyuan's hand quickly passed over the neck of a black armor, making a tooth-piercing friction sound, and a handful of dazzling sparks burst out.
When he came out, Hei Jia's head was chopped off.
But Zhang Mingyuan made a fatal mistake. After all, the black armor is not human, and their weakness is not in the head. The arms of the puppet with all limbs intact are still raised high, and the huge sword of the sword makes a shrill sound, accompanied by the fierce wind howling.
And arrived.
Zhang Mingyuan retreated quickly, but unexpectedly his back hit a solid wall and he could no longer retreat. Seeing that the sword was about to fall, his heart suddenly changed from nervousness to relaxation, and he was dead.
At this moment, the middle-aged monk surnamed Qi rushed in front of Zhang Mingyuan like crazy. Two judge pens were placed horizontally in the air, emitting strong blue light to block the oncoming horse-killing sword.
After a sharp collision of gold and iron, the judge's pen could not withstand the momentum of the sword, and instead hit the monk surnamed Qi on the shoulder. His left arm was instantly dislocated and limply hung down.
Of course the other two black armors would not miss this golden opportunity. Cao San made full reference to the formation pattern on Kaishan's body in the design. Although it was not as complicated as the sixteenth level, it still had five levels of magic formation.
A man in black armor hit the monk surnamed Qi with his shoulder. He was hit like a sandbag on a wooden frame. Although the wooden frame fell apart, the monk surnamed Qi also spat out a mouthful of blood and fell unconscious.
Zhang Mingyuan roared angrily, and returned the electric sword to his hand. He slashed the sword horizontally, and a huge electric light streaked along the wall of the room, piercing the waists of the two black armors, cutting them off.
There was a loud "boom", and half of the top floor of the castle was wiped away by his sword. It was also pitch black outside. The autumn wind blew by, and the sweat on Zhang Mingyuan's temples became cold.
The remaining black armor formed horns and surrounded him. The sword in their hands swung from time to time, distracting Zhang Mingyuan's attention and preventing him from concentrating on casting spells.
Zhang Mingyuan's eyes swept around the castle, and his heart felt cold. The fire in Tingfeng Valley continued, like a sea of fire. What was terrible was that the several places with soaring flames were all forbidden areas, such as the Lingshi Warehouse in the west and the Dharma in the northwest.
Warehouse, the precious materials warehouse on the east side.
Hundreds of black shadows wandered in the sky, rushing into the firelight from time to time to kill suddenly, and then hovering in the sky again, like cruising eagles, while the monks guarding the valley were like lambs to be slaughtered.
Although Zhang Mingyuan is usually lazy and rogue, he can't stay out of it at this time. After all, this is where he has lived for half his life. A trace of pain showed on his face that has gone through vicissitudes of life. He roared, and activated the light of the electric sword in his hand to the maximum, making a long promise.
Three feet of lightning shot out, forcibly slashing the three black armors back three feet. The encircling force formed by more than a dozen black armors was cut into a gap, and he fired a magic spell, which turned into a purple streak.
The electric light flew to the southwest.
Those black-armored men were dumbfounded and did not catch up, letting Zhang Mingyuan disappear into the sky. Over a barren grass, Cao San slowly put down the sunset bow in his hand, and behind him stood Chen Yunsheng, who was tied up in black armor.
"Let him go like this?" Cao San said reluctantly.
"What else? Someone has to go to Evil Wolf Valley to deliver the message. Our goal is not to attack Tingfeng Valley, but to break the siege of Evil Wolf Valley." Chen Yunsheng waved his hands freely in the autumn wind, as if to wave to Zhang Mingyuan
Don't.
"It makes no difference to me. It feels like a sense of accomplishment to have hundreds of years of foundation in Tingfeng Valley destroyed in your hands?" Cao San's words contained a hint of sarcasm that he was not even aware of.
Chen Yunsheng shook his head gently. Knowing what Cao San was like, he would naturally not be angry. He said with a hint of sadness: "I can hear the sadness and misery in Zhang Mingyuan's roar. I wasn't the same back then."
In this way, don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you, but I just did it. To be honest, I didn't feel good about it."
Cao San smiled heartily and said: "Why are you thinking so much? I'm going to loot Tingfeng Valley's strategic resource library. I forgot about those white mithrils, red coppers, and black black iron when I thought of them.
All the troubles, if you can encounter one or two colorful gold crystals, it will really make you smile even when you sleep."
After that, he disappeared into the night sky of Tingfeng Valley like a gust of wind.
Chen Yunsheng slowly sat on a large stone, quietly waiting for the end of this blood and fire robbery.
…
When Zhang Mingyuan flew over the Evil Wolf Valley, the white fish belly was already exposed in the east, and the battle in the Evil Wolf Valley was coming to an end. Five of the twenty golden elixir monks in Luo Town were lost, and the 100 wolf demons were all killed.
.Only Bai Ya and Luo Zhiqing were trapped back to back in a valley. Thanks to Luo Zhiqing's gift last night, only one hundred and fifty of the two hundred foundation-building elites were left at this moment.
Luo Zhiqing rushed into the crossbow team, casually grabbed the crossbow that had just been loaded with arrows, and fired randomly. Unfortunately, these foundation-building monks who were good at long-range attacks suffered many casualties.
At this time, Luo Zhenshan was arranging to treat the injured. Luo Zhiqing and Bai Ya were at the end of their strength. He was not in a hurry. On the contrary, if so many injured people were not treated in time, Dao Ji would be destroyed.
When Zhang Mingyuan appeared in front of Luo Zhenshan with disheveled clothes and dusty face, he was really shocked. Although Zhang Mingyuan and Luo Zhenshan were not on good terms on weekdays, seeing the elders of the sect at this time still made his nose sore and shed tears.
"Uncle Luo, I heard that Fenggu was attacked last night. Please go to the rescue quickly. I'm afraid it will be too late." Zhang Mingyuan said with a cry.
After hearing this, Luo Zhenshan was stunned on the spot. It took him a long time to react and loudly said: "What did you say? Say it again, who was attacked in Tingfeng Valley?"
Zhang Mingyuan shook his head sadly, he didn't even know who his opponent was.
Luo Zhenshan's mind was buzzing, and he felt like the world was spinning. Tingfeng Valley was attacked. Someone actually dared to attack Tingfeng Valley. This was something he had never expected.
"Uncle Master, only you can save Tingfeng Gu at this time, come with me to return to the rescue." Zhang Mingyuan brought Luo Zhenzhen back to reality from the shock.
Luo Zhenshan forced himself to calm down. He looked in the direction of Tingfeng Valley. If he rushed back quickly, there might be a glimmer of hope for Tingfeng Valley. After all, there were thousands of low-level disciples struggling in life and death there.
He looked in the direction of the Wolf Valley again. Within sight, Bai Ya and Luo Zhiqing were leaning on each other back to back, recovering their spiritual energy. If he retreated, he would forever lose the opportunity to kill his enemy.
There is no meaning to those who die in a bitter battle.
Luo Zhenshan gritted his teeth and faced the northeast, that is, the direction of Tingfeng Valley, and bowed down. His forehead was pressed tightly against the soil, and his cheeks were stained with a lot of dust. He was as devout as a believer who had just joined the religion.
Luo Zhenshan stood up suddenly, stared in the direction of the Wolf Valley and shouted loudly: "Everyone, stop healing first. Our enemies are right in front now. They are lingering under our eyes. Can you watch two lost dogs in front of our eyes?"
Are you treating your wounds in a swaggering manner? Can you see two beasts with mouths still stained with the blood of monks from Listening to the Wind Valley, standing leisurely in front of us?"
"I can't! If you can still move, follow me and chop them into pieces. I will avenge the monks in Listening to the Wind Valley, spread their blood all over this evil land, and make them immortal forever. Let their souls perish.
Enter the deepest and darkest place and endure eternal torment. What are you waiting for?"
He waved his hand, and hundreds of flaming flying swords flew into the sky. Behind him, the ten golden elixir monks each sacrificed their magic weapons. For a moment, the flying swords filled the sky with brilliant colors, making a sharp whistling sound that stung people's eardrums.