"Our Southern Peak dispatched more than ninety disciples from the Qi Refining Stage, and eight Uncles from the Foundation Establishment Stage led the team; I don't know how many people were dispatched from the Northern Peak, but it should be slightly less than ours."
Once there is a breakthrough, the man in Tsing Yi has no hesitation.
"En!" Zhang Yang nodded. This is almost as rare as he guessed.
"Since the Tianmen Token is so important, why don't you have any masters at the Golden Core Stage to take action? The majestic Sword Spirit Sect doesn't even have Golden Core Stage monks, right?"
"Back to the seniors, my Sword Spirit Sect naturally has a master of the Jindan stage, but the master of the Jindan stage is the foundation of the sect. The competition between the north and the south peaks for the order of the Tianmen is in the end a matter of the sect's internal affairs. And to tear the face. If a master of the Jindan stage makes a move, once a fight occurs and damage occurs, it will be irreparable and hurt the root. In that way, no matter what the result is, there will be no winners, and it will only give people who covet the Sword Spirit Sect a chance. Take advantage of the opportunity. Therefore, the North and South Peaks have agreed that the competition for the Tianmen Token is only limited to disciples of the Foundation Establishment Stage and below. Of course, if outsiders intervene, it is a different matter."
In order to survive, the man in Tsing Yi spoke without reservation.
Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief.
It is best to make a shot without the Jindan stage, otherwise, with the current state of Fang, facing the master of the Jindan stage, there is a high probability that he will be instantly killed, and his plan will be ruined.
"The younger one has already answered all the senior's questions, and I ask the senior to keep his promise and let the younger one go. The younger one swears on the lives of the whole family that he will never reveal the whereabouts of the senior."
The man in Tsing Yi knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.
"Don't worry, I said that if I don't kill you, I will keep my promise." Zhang Yangfeng said lightly.
"Thank you senior! Thank you senior!"
The man in Tsing Yi was full of joy, stood up and ran after kowtowing.
He didn't notice at all that Zhang Yang's eyes behind him were cold.
Swish!
At this time, the blood slave moved. A black shadow flashed, "Pfft!" With a sound, the pitch-black animal claws pierced through the chest, crushing the heart of the man in Tsing Yi.
"you you… "
The man in Tsing Yi's mouth overflowed with blood, and with a resentful expression on his face, he turned his head to stare at Zhang Yang.
"I said, I won't kill you. I'm very committed to my promise. But, I never said that the blood slave won't kill you, so I can only blame you for being stupid."
There was a smile on the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth. It is impossible for him to let a person who knows his whereabouts and strength leave.
"Woo!"
The blood slave let out a low growl from his throat, his eyes were red, looking at the blood flowing out, his saliva was dripping down.
Zhang Yang shook his head helplessly, and reached out to pick up the storage bags of several men in Tsing Yi.
Scanning with the consciousness, nothing was missing.
Looking up at the two ghost servants and blood slaves who were drooling almost like a river, he gave an order with a thought.
The two zombie puppets immediately rushed forward with a low growl, each picked up a corpse, bit it with a "click", and sucked it greedily.
"Gudong!"
Zhang Yang's throat twitched inadvertently, but he quickly suppressed this bloodthirsty desire.
These human monks screamed and shouted whenever they saw themselves. Zhang Yang killed them without any psychological pressure.
However, if he continues to suck the blood of human beings, he fears that one day he will lose himself and completely become a zombie who only knows bloodthirsty.
This is not what he wants.
In the past, in order to increase strength and survive, this had to be done.
Now, he has a large number of Yin Condensation Beads, moreover, there are so many monsters in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, they can be hunted and killed at any time, and there is no shortage of blood essence, so there is no need to be disgusting enough to suck human blood.
Taking advantage of the time when the two blood slaves were sucking blood, Zhang Yang's spiritual sense was internally investigated.
On the side of his heart, a small black blood spot was firmly adhered.
In the past half a year, Zhang Yang's strength has been promoted from the seventh level of the wandering corpse to the ninth level of the wandering corpse, and his spiritual consciousness has been tempered every day, and it has also been greatly enhanced. Zhang Yang even suspected that he was about to fall below the Golden Core stage.
Under the ebb and flow, Zhang Yang was pleasantly surprised to find that he could detect the imprint of the spiritual consciousness planted on his body by Laoer Fang when he looked inside with his spiritual consciousness.
It's just that this brand is engraved on the heart and cannot be removed by amputating limbs; moreover, the brand is so strong that Zhang Yang thinks that if he wants to erase it with his spiritual consciousness, he doesn't have four or five days to do it. less than.
This matter cannot be done secretly, because the brand of spiritual consciousness is related to the owner, as long as he erases it himself, Old Man Fang will be able to sense it.
The only chance is to use the power of Sword Spirit Sect to restrain Old Fang.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yang's heart became firmer.
Seeing that the two blood slaves were full of blood, they stretched out their hands and hit two Lihuo Talismans, burning several corpses to ashes, destroying them and eliminating their traces.
…
In the dense jungle, a group of four or five men in black meandered along.
He didn't notice at all that tens of meters ahead, a zombie was lying down in the bushes, his red eyes flashing with ferocious eyes like a beast; Ready to hit.
Just when these people walked a few meters away, a black light flashed, amidst the screams, blood spattered, and corpses lay all over the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the other two zombies walked out.
One of them didn't seem to be interested in the blood all over the ground. He reached out to search the bodies of several people, took out two storage bags, and found some trivial items from the other two men in Tsing Yi who didn't have storage bags. Li muttered and cursed, "How poor!"
Several corpses were quickly piled together, and a few Lihuo Talismans were thrown out, immediately burning, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.
The three zombies did not stay too long, and quickly fled away.
…
In one night, relying on his powerful spiritual sense, Zhang Yang avoided strong enemies and picked weak ones to kill five batches of 19 people in Tsing Yi in a row; What the man in Tsing Yi said was true.
In this way, including the four Tsing Yi men who were beheaded in the first batch, a total of 23 disciples in the Qi refining period from the northern and southern peaks of the Sword Spirit Sect died at the hands of Zhang Yang within two days.
Qi refining stage disciples are a symbol of the potential of a sect. After thousands of selections, they select those with excellent aptitude, and then spend a lot of resources to cultivate them. They are the cradle for the birth of the foundation building stage.
Losing more than 20 people at one time, even if it is as powerful as the Sword Spirit Sect, it will still feel distressed.
Of course Zhang Yang didn't care about these things, he was a newborn calf, he only knew that by doing this, he could not only vent his anger and make everyone in the Sword Spirit Sect furious, but also reduce the pressure on himself when he escaped, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.
He found a hidden place, took out three Yin Condensation Beads, adjusted the condition to the best with the blood slave and ghost servant, and then set off towards the hiding cave.
When he was more than ten miles away from the cave, Zhang Yang reached out and took out two jade slips, crushing them with one hand.
"Hmph! It's more than ten miles away, I believe those idiots will find it soon? I don't know if they will fight first? Hee!"
Zhang Yang understood the situation of the Sword Spirit Sect. The two jade slips that were crushed this time were from the disciples of the North and South Peaks.
Not daring to delay, he patted the blood coffin behind him, put away the blood slave and ghost servant, and immediately fled towards the cave.
…
Boom!
With the sound of a heavy object, Zhang Yang fell to the entrance of the cave.
"Huh? What's going on? Have you encountered some powerful monsters? It's so embarrassing."
Old Fang opened his eyes, flashed his light, and asked.
In order to control the purple stiffness, Zhang Yang forced out nine drops of natal essence blood in a row. Although the mana was restored by the Yin Condensation Bead, the fundamental damage to the body cannot be repaired in a short while, and this cannot be hidden from Mr. Fang at all. Such a Jindan old monster.
Of course, Zhang Yang didn't intend to hide it, he even tore his robe to pieces, pretending to be very embarrassed.
"Old Fang, I met a few human monks in the Qi refining period, and I couldn't avoid them carelessly. When they saw me, they yelled 'killing demons and eliminating demons' and wanted to kill me. Fortunately, my mana is superior , coupled with the strong physical strength, killed the enemy, but also suffered some injuries." Zhang Yang pretended to be weak, and gave the reason he had made up long ago.
Elder Fang nodded, and didn't seem to be suspicious:
"Well! Although this is not the outermost area of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, it is not the central area either. It is normal for monks in the Qi refining period to come here to practice. You have been here for nearly a year, and it is the first time you have met a human monk. Luckily."
A shameful expression appeared on Zhang Yang's face:
"It's just a pity, so I wasted time and failed to collect the spirit grass."
People from the Sword Spirit Sect will come over in a while, and it's time for a showdown. Zhang Yang doesn't want to give Old Fang some more spirit herbs for no reason.
"It doesn't matter, just collect them at night. Can you kill all those human monks? Do you know who they are?"
"The boy was willing to be injured, he had already killed them all, got this storage bag, and found nothing else besides that."
As Zhang Yang said, he took off a storage bag on his body and handed it to Mr. Fang. The things in this storage bag were naturally screened by Zhang Yang, and there were no clues at all.
Old Fang took it, looked at it, nodded, and handed it back without saying anything.
Zhang Yang took it back hesitantly, and hid in the corner of the cave to heal his wounds, but he was always vigilant in his heart, waiting for the arrival of the Sword Spirit Sect troops.