Taoist priest Qianhe noticed that Zhang Ziyu looked strange and asked.
Zhang Ziyu said: "I feel like someone is watching us, but I didn't find anything."
Taoist Master Qianhe frowned and said, "Is it an illusion, or are some fellow Taoists looking at our things?"
"It doesn't feel like it. Uncle Master, pack your things and we're going to run away."
As his cultivation level improved, Zhang Ziyu felt that his perceptions and premonitions about certain aspects had become more acute and very accurate.
This feeling cannot be explained, nor is it a prophecy, but it is so accurate that it can be regarded as the inspiration of a cultivator.
Regardless of whether it is true or not, Zhang Ziyu feels that running away now should be no problem.
It was getting dark, and if we kept it up, there wouldn't be any more business, so we simply ran away.
Zhang Ziyu waved his hand, collected his things, and prepared to leave Shitai Square with Taoist Priest Qianhe.
However, at this moment, a sudden and shrill scream resounded throughout Mengshan. Everyone was shocked and suddenly looked down the mountain, their expressions suddenly changed.
I don't know when a blazing fire suddenly lit up halfway up the mountain, and the shrill sound came from there.
"There is a fire in Mengshan Town. Fellow Taoists, please go down the mountain to save the townspeople."
Someone immediately thought of a fire in the mountains, which was no small matter, and immediately shouted loudly to the dozens of monks in Shitai Square.
"Let's go together!"
Someone responded immediately, rolled up the things, and then ran down the mountain.
Some were fast and some were slow, but all of a sudden, whether they were foundation-building monks or Qi-training monks, they all ran down the mountain.
Zhang Ziyu frowned, feeling that this fire was not simple, so he said: "Uncle, be careful, I feel something is wrong with this fire."
"Know"
Taoist priest Qianhe nodded, and then said: "Let's go down too."
Although Zhang Ziyu said he wanted to run away, there was a fire in Mengshan Town, so he naturally couldn't leave just like that.
If nothing happens, just run away. After seeing something happen, running again is another matter.
One of them felt very sorry, and the other, who was the chief of the Maoshan family, really ran away. The next day, the teacher's reputation would be trampled under his feet.
The speed of everyone was not slow. In less than ten minutes, they had covered 70% to 80% of the distance on the mountain road with a height of several hundred meters.
"Divide wealth and honor, practice together!"
Mengshan Town was already on fire, but in the midst of the raging fire, in addition to the wailing townspeople scattered around, there was actually a group of two to three hundred guys wearing white clothes.
They chanted slogans, and a shadowy guy in the lead even shouted: "Brothers, those monks are killing our brothers these days just to monopolize the practice. They trade practice materials on the mountain and enjoy immortality all to themselves. We cannot let them go."
They take revenge."
"Revenge! Kill them, practice together, and live forever together!"
In the sound of shouts, the faces of these Taiping Sect members were ferocious, and ghost figures appeared beside them. In an instant, like a hundred ghosts walking at night, the gloomy energy rolled across the entire Mengshan Town.
The killing is going on, and the evil spirits want to devour flesh and blood.
In the firelight, with blood flowing in the oars, the townspeople of Mengshan Town are being massacred by ghosts. The horror is difficult to describe in a few words, like falling into purgatory.
"How dare you, thief!"
There were already monks resting in the restaurant. At this time, they rushed over as soon as possible. With their eyes cracked, they rushed towards the Taiping Cult people with a long sword in hand.
"brush"
The monk slashed his sword across, and a young member of the cult was robbing the finances with a ferocious look. The sword flashed, and the ghost thing on his body was chopped into two halves along with him.
"Old guy, you're looking for death!"
When the Yin Ying man saw it, he suddenly waved his hand, and a female ghost suddenly jumped out. She was dressed in red with long hair and long sleeves dripping with blood. The smell of blood hit her face.
"Damn it, red-clothed ghost!"
The monk was about fifty years old and was at the second level of Foundation Establishment. His face was solemn at this time, his peach wood sword stepped forward to parry, and he held a thunder talisman in his hand.
The thunder talisman was what he got from this transaction. He originally wanted to exchange it for some money after returning to his dojo, or to use it when preparing for a big business.
But now it seems that it can only be used here.
"The evil beast knows its tricks."
He took out the thunder talisman, and lightning suddenly flashed and rushed toward the red-clothed ghost.
The thunder light seemed to immobilize the red-clothed fierce ghost, and the monk rushed forward quickly, stabbing hard into the center of the thunder light with his peach wood sword.
"Kacha"
The thunderous light was suddenly dispersed by the black ghost energy. The peach wood sword had already been grasped, and with a pinch of the sharp ghost claws, it was immediately broken into two sections.
"Pfft"
Before the old monk could retreat, a big hand suddenly penetrated his heart, and his heart was ripped out.
"Old guys, it's time for you to become obsolete."
It was the shadowy man who took action. Although he looked human, his face was shadowy, no less than a ghost.
"Building... the ninth level of foundation building, you... who are you?
"Deputy leader of the Taiping Religion, Li Qi."
There were not many monks in the restaurant, and they could only build a few foundations, and only had a dozen or so Qi practitioners. Although they wanted to save people, they were surrounded and killed by more than two hundred ghost masters and ghosts, and they were all killed in a single encounter.
Most of the ghost masters are in the Qi refining stage, but the ghosts are ferocious and not mortal, so they have a temporary advantage in this blazing fire.
The monks on the mountain arrived at this time, and when they saw this hell on earth and the hundreds of ghosts walking at night, they were all furious, picked up magic weapons and rushed into the battle.
There were dozens of monks on the mountain, many of whom were building foundations. There were twenty or thirty of them, and they killed many ghosts and ghost masters in a short time.
However, the good times did not last long. After the Taiping Sect reacted, one by one the fierce ghosts approached the monks in the foundation-building stage and fought with them. At the same time, the ghost controllers in the Qi-refining stage began to cooperate with the siege. The monks began to die, but the townspeople of Mengshan Town were still there.
was massacred.
Li Qi, a ninth-level ghost master, combined with the red-clothed fierce ghost, was unstoppable. For a time, the smell of blood filled every corner.
Zhang Ziyu and Qianhe were a little behind. When they arrived at Mengshan Town, what they saw in front of them made their faces livid.
In anger, Qianhe was startled and kept his last trace of calmness: "Ziyu flew with his sword to Lingbao Sect for help. I will help those fellow Taoists resist the ghost masters. Don't be reluctant to fight."
When he saw Li Qi at the ninth level of foundation building, he immediately asked Zhang Ziyu to ask for help. Firstly, he was fast, and secondly, he didn't want anything to happen to Zhang Zi. Maoshan's future was entrusted to him and there couldn't be any accidents.
Qianhe was about to rush into the battlefield with both black and white guns in hand, but Zhang Ziyu grabbed him by the shoulder.
The hand was so hard that it scratched his shoulder. He looked at Zhang Ziyu and saw that his face was calm. If there was no emotion at all, it was extremely frightening, and he had no time to say a word.
"Uncle Master, you take your fellow Taoists to rescue the townspeople and leave them to us."
Zhang Ziyu only said one sentence and strode toward the ghost masters who were causing trouble, without concealing his aura.
It is true that he goes fishing, and his character is at ease, but the more he does this and touches the bottom line, the more turbulent the thunderous fury becomes.
Monks fight for destiny, and how they fight depends on their methods.
But this massacre of the townspeople was said to be a form of cultivation, but in actuality, it was indistinguishable between humans and ghosts, and they really deserved to die.
"Hahaha, the little Taoist priest is here too..."
"Boom"
A ghost master saw Zhang Ziyu and wanted to kill him. Before he could finish his words, thunder fell and the ghosts turned into black ash.
The ghost controller next to him changed his face when he saw this: "There is someone powerful here."
"Pfft"
Dark red chains shot out from Zhang Ziyu's body, shocking him and the ghost to death on the spot.
"Many...thank you."
A Qi practitioner who was rescued quickly thanked him, and Zhang Ziyu said calmly: "Go rescue the townspeople, and leave the ghost master to me."
"As commanded."
The monk was excited and blurted out the word "obey".
A golden light appeared on Zhang Ziyu's body, and then began to move quickly in Mengshan Town like lightning.
He is very fast, and his strikes are terrifyingly sharp, either with brilliant thunder and lightning, or with ghost-like chains. Almost no ghost master can be his enemy, not even the foundation builder.