That strange old monk was actually more powerful than the other gods and ghost kings present. He was already in the advanced stage of god training, and Chuyang Shen might even be a strong man who could condense his soul.
But aren't the Maoshan disciples just building foundations? Even though they are extremely talented, how can they achieve this level?
Ask yourself, there are not many people here who can do this.
For a moment, everyone slowed down a bit. The ghost kings had the intention to retreat, while Zhang Zhanwu and Zhan Xing were worried about Zhang Ziyu.
The outcome of this sword attack may have already determined the direction of this battle.
The sword light dissipated, and Zhang Ziyu and Ghost Buddha stood face to face, less than ten meters apart. Ghost Buddha put his hands together, and Zhang Ziyu stood with his sword in hand.
"The little Taoist priest is great, but the old monk lost, hahaha."
After the ghost Buddha said these words, his figure suddenly became erratic, turned into a black smoke, and flew away from this place quickly, not daring to stay for a moment.
Zhang Ziyu did not chase him. He swayed slightly and immediately quit the state of praying to God.
"Gan, where did this old guy come from?"
Zhang Ziyu cursed in a low voice, but his expression was not relaxed. Uncle Jiu immediately came over to protect him: "Ziyu, how are you?"
"We won half the battle, but the old guy didn't seem to be using his full strength."
Zhang Ziyu glanced at the ground opposite. A sleeve of his cassock was lying on the ground. Along with the cassock was a small pool of blood glowing with black light.
Uncle Jiu's eyes were filled with surprise. He sighed and said, "It's okay. It's unprecedented for you to be able to fight like this with such a master. That old monk is probably the same cultivator as your master."
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Uncle Jiu was shocked and scared. If something had happened to Zhang Ziyu just now, he would be the sinner of Maoshan.
In the past hundred years or even hundreds of years, the most talented disciple has died here, and Maoshan's future may be cut off here.
"Uncle, you go kill those evil ghosts, and I will deal with the ghost king."
"How injured are you?"
Uncle Jiu noticed that Zhang Ziyu did not seem to have consumed too much. His breathing was slightly fluctuating and his body was also injured.
"It doesn't matter, I have the elixir."
Zhang Ziyu took out the rhubarb pill and the healing potion, drank it in one sip, and was mostly healed within a few breath adjustments.
"Uncle, let's do it."
Zhang Ziyu moved and rushed towards Shi Jian.
He had understood the situation with the old monk just now. In the last move, he used all his strength, but the old monk turned to defense rather than attack.
Although the old monk lost half a move, he had no intention of killing him. Otherwise, it would be hard to say who would win the victory or defeat.
But now that the old monk is gone, it just solves the current situation. Next time he meets the old monk, even if he gets the first volume of the dragon-elephant golden body, Zhang Ziyu will not be afraid of him.
After all, the speed at which he improves is not comparable to ordinary people.
Zhang Ziyu quickly attacked, and the half-ghost scholar was shocked: "How come you are Liao Chen's opponent!"
"So much nonsense."
Zhang Ziyu's thirty-six Ten Thousand Bone Swords came out at once, lightning suddenly appeared, and along with the power of the dragon's eye from the dragon snake suit, he directly targeted the half-ghost scholar and killed him.
When Shi Jian saw this, he was shocked. He wanted to kill the half-ghost scholar without losing face, so he had already started to use the Lightning Thunder Fist in his hand.
But the half-ghost scholar gave Zhang Ziyu a chance. The ghost claws came out with three arms, and he actually wanted to barricade himself in front of him.
Thirty-six ten thousand bone swords couldn't pierce the old monk who was refining his body. How could they pierce this fragile ghost?
"Pfft"
The penetrating sound sounded, and the half-ghost scholar's face suddenly froze: "How is that possible?!"
He never thought that he, who was comparable to the Ghost King, could not catch a single move. The Ten Thousand Bone Sword danced fiercely, and in an instant, lightning and dragon flames burned the half-ghost scholar to ashes.
"Uncle, you go deal with the evil spirits, and I will help Uncle Zhanxing and the others."
After Zhang Ziyu finished speaking, the person disappeared. Shi Jian struck out with the Lightning and Thunder Fist and held it back, almost causing internal injuries.
This kid's fighting ability seems to be much better than mine. Is he really old?
Zhang Ziyu didn't know that Master Bo Shijian had already doubted him. When he came to Zhan Xing, the green-faced ghost king almost jumped out when he saw it.
This killing star actually came over and killed the half-ghost scholar with one move. There was no place for it to stay. It immediately turned into black smoke and tried to turn around and leave.
Damn it, it shouldn't covet the flesh and blood of the cultivators this time, as well as the body of the half-ghost scholar.
No matter how much you regret, it's already too late.
Zhang Ziyu sneered: "What's the rush? Are you rushing home to collect your clothes?"
To deal with a group of strong dogs, one must strike hard against a group of weak ghosts.
Chains shot out from his body, immediately entangled in the black smoke, and after several restraints, the green-faced ghost king's true form was brought out.
"Let me go, I'm willing to join your Hyakki Banner..."
"It's late."
Zhang Ziyu volleyed dozens of ghost-controlling spells in the air, and then uttered one word: "Suppress"
A large amount of the green-faced ghost king's ghost energy was exchanged for energy and was extracted by the Feizhi Chain to supplement Zhang Ziyu's consumption. After the Ghost Controlling Curse flew over, it was continuously compressed and turned into black energy the size of a fist.
A porcelain bottle flew out of Zhang Ziyu's hand, he put it inside and completely suppressed it.
Not to mention that the establishment of Hyakki Banner is already full at this time, just to recruit such a fierce ghost king, I don’t know how long it will take to sacrifice.
On the other hand, the twin resentful spirits and Chu Renmei have completely refined their resentment and developed into ghost spirits. They are extremely obedient and their strength has reached the ninth level of foundation building. If they take one step further, they will become ghost kings.
Moreover, he transformed from a special evil spirit into a ghost king, so why should Zhang Ziyu abandon the near and seek the far away?
It would be better to give the green-faced ghost king to them to devour the ghost energy and further promote them to become ghost kings.
Zhang Ziyu's tactics were so fierce that Zhan Xing was shocked: "Thank you, my nephew, for taking the initiative."
"Uncle, you go take care of the remaining evil spirits, and I will help Uncle Zhanwu and Master Yijie."
"good!"
Zhang Ziyu flashed towards Zhang Zhanwu, but this time he had no chance to take action.
Zhang Ziyu's actions to kill the ghost king one after another were so great that both the red ghost king and the headless ghost king immediately started running away.
However, the person facing them was a leader of a sect. If they were distracted from fighting and lost their will to fight, it would be a shame.
Zhang Zhan didn't take action decisively, so the Heavenly Master slashed out with his Demon Subduing Sword Technique, and combined with the thunder method, split the headless ghost king in half.
Master Yijie held a vajra in his hand, flew out, and beat the female ghost king to death.
In one moment, all the ghost kings were killed, and the ghosts formed by the condensed ghost energy naturally began to dissipate. The red and black mist quickly dissipated, and the remaining evil ghosts fled in a hurry.
But where else can we escape this time?
Zhang Ziyu's ghost soldiers have surrounded everything and started the final strangulation.
There were only five hundred evil spirits left, and a few refiners joined in the encirclement and suppression, but within ten minutes, they were all killed.
The only ones with raging ghost energy on the field were the army of ghost soldiers summoned by Zhang Ziyu's Hundred Ghost Flags.
"Collect the Hyakki Banner!"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhang Ziyu directly restrained Baigui with ease and without any pressure.
If we had raised so many ghosts in the past, I'm afraid it would have caused some unnecessary criticism.
But Zhang Ziyu is different. One is from a well-known family, and his master has inherited the five ghost transporting method. In other words, this is a regular army. Although it is 200 times of five, it is still a kind of five.
Another thing is that the battle order just now prohibits Linggui, as a ghost general, and is not bloodthirsty. Zhang Ziyu has no difficulty in controlling it, and he is obviously under control.
The third reason why no one criticizes you is the simplest. Who dares to say that your head will be opened and completely opened.
Although Zhang Ziyu is only at the eighth level of foundation building, his combat power is explosive, and Maoshan is the best in the world in protecting his shortcomings. He is ranked high in single-on-group fights. Who dares to speak?
"Amitabha, the Taiping Sect was wiped out entirely because of the action of Master Nephew Ziyu. Otherwise, if the old monk had come out, we would all have failed."
"Master Yijie is serious. He is just serving the people of the world and doing what is right."
Zhang Ziyu became humble at this time, looked at the miserable situation around him, and said: "The Taiping Sect has been destroyed, but this place is still a dangerous place. I'm afraid we still need everyone to take action to get rid of the ghost energy and those corpses."
"What my nephew said is absolutely true, we can just take action together."
The four sects took action together, and together with the disciples from each sect who came later, the salvation was no less than a large-scale water and land conference.
It took three full days. During the process of salvation, Uncle Jiu led people to change the Feng Shui. Only then did Fengmen Mountain clear up the clouds and become much happier.
If you just want to restore popularity, you don't know how many years it will take.
Maybe twenty years, or more.
After each faction finished handling their matters, they began to say goodbye one after another. What is worth mentioning is their attitude towards Zhang Ziyu, which was elevated to the level of his peers or even half a level higher, and they had a good impression.
Apart from anything else, with this strength and talent, he will definitely be the leader of Maoshan within two generations, and a good relationship is a must.
Everyone dispersed, and Maoshan gradually dispersed.
The same goes for Shi Jian. This time it was quite exciting for him, and he didn't really want to stay here.
But just as he was about to leave, Zhang Ziyu suddenly stopped him.
"Master, wait a minute, Ziyu has something to say."