When Lu Chen saw Shen Luo speak, he didn't say much. He immediately activated the magic formula again, and the two of them quickly returned behind the ruins wall.
"How is it?" Zhou Meng came forward and asked.
"The cultivation level of those ghosts outside is only at the Qi Refining stage. There are no ghosts in the factory. There are only two Qigong-stage cultivators in charge. Fellow Daoist Zhou, Fellow Daoist Zhao, you two follow me inside, and the rest of you can deal with those ghosts outside." After Shen Luo finished speaking, he gave another order.
"Okay." Everyone responded.
"Remember, this mission is mainly to destroy the gunpowder and capture the two monks alive if possible. After the task is accomplished, do not linger in the fight and return immediately." Shen Luo warned.
Everyone nodded silently.
"action."
At Shen Luo's command, eleven figures jumped out of the wall in unison and headed straight for the firecracker factory.
Those ghosts smelled the breath of living souls and rushed over here.
Shen Luo rushed to the front of the crowd. He raised his hand and waved it. The Pure Yang Sword Embryo flew out with a "whoosh" and rushed into the group of ghosts like a hot knife through butter, directly piercing the bodies of seven or eight ghosts.
His figure passed through and directly flew into the outer wall of the firecracker factory.
Zhou Meng was emitting golden light all over, as if he was wearing a layer of golden armor. He rushed into the factory with Shen Luo.
Zhao Tingsheng looked like a hunchbacked old man, but his body moved as lightly as a monkey. He also jumped over the high wall and smashed into it.
With a loud "boom" sound!
After Shen Luo fell in, he ran straight to a house in the yard. He raised his hand and waved it. A yellow mountain-shaped seal flew into the sky, emitting a yellow light.
In the light, layer after layer of mountain shadows emerged and fell down one after another.
There was a loud bang!
The mountain fell to the ground, and the house collapsed instantly, turning into dust.
A large cloud of dust rose up in the yard, and two curses were heard from inside. Then two figures rushed out from the yard, fell to the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner, rolled twice before getting up again and standing firmly.
As the smoke and dust cleared, a rough man in a yellow-brown short shirt and a heavily made-up woman in a red dress emerged.
Before they could say anything, a figure appeared behind them, falling down with the force of a mountain. It was Zhou Meng.
The rough man let out a low roar, raised his hands high into the air, and immediately a black aura surged out from his body, pushing it up into the sky with the force of a tyrant carrying a tripod.
Zhou Meng's legs just hit the man's hands, making a dull roar!
"Boom..."
The whole courtyard shook violently, and the golden light and black energy collided violently, forming a stalemate.
Upon seeing this, the woman in the red dress immediately turned her wrist, and a sharp ring flashing with blood-red light appeared on her palm, which slashed towards Zhou Meng's neck with a whistling sound.
Just when she was about to succeed, her movements suddenly froze, and a layer of blue light suddenly appeared on the arm waving the ring. The skin quickly festered, and brightly colored flowers grew on the surface.
“Ah…” The woman in the red dress screamed and quickly withdrew her hand. Only then did she realize that what she had just seen was just an illusion and there was nothing unusual on her arm.
However, when she wanted to take action again, it was too late.