Volume 1 Chapter 191 Not empty

Volume 1 Chapter 191 Not empty

Chapter 191: Not Empty

Except Zhang Tianfang, there is probably no other person who asks for things so confidently. Zhang Pa smiled and took out a dozen spiritual energy pills and said to him, "Don't mistreat Dahei and Erhei." Zhang Tianfang glanced at him, grabbed the spiritual energy pills and threw them to Hei Hu. He knew that spiritual energy pills were not very useful for cultivators. They only replenished the lost spiritual energy and could not help to improve their cultivation.

Monsters are different from humans. Simply put, monsters use spiritual energy to promote their cultivation, while humans use their cultivation to determine how much spiritual energy they have. If a monster continuously swallows a large amount of spiritual energy by chance, it may become a divine beast; but cultivators are different. If they swallow too much spiritual energy, they will not be able to bear it and die. Zhang Pa has had this experience. If it weren't for the help of the God's Tears, he would have died as a mummy long ago.

A night passed and the east was bright. After arranging the girls to get on the car, Zhang Pa said goodbye to Zhenzhong. Zhenzhong was shocked. What should I do? How can I let him leave? The war was started because of him, and his senior brother gave him more instructions, which shows the importance of Zhang Pa in Tianlei Mountain.

No matter how he tried to persuade him to stay, Zhang Pa had no intention of leaving. He led the carriage north and then turned east. Monsters like to eat people, and they often stay near the monks' defense line. Zhang Pa walked along the monks' defense line to find monsters.

Not long after going forward, he saw monsters fighting with monks. The monsters here are ten times more than those seen in the north, and there is a group of high-level monsters of the seventh grade, while the number of monks is obviously much smaller, relying on formations to fight monsters. In the fierce battle, countless sound arrows and flags were raised to request support. In the distance, many monks were flying towards this side.

The two sides fought for more than a month. Generally speaking, the monsters suffered losses because they were scattered everywhere and looked after themselves, unlike the monks who were united, so they were always at a disadvantage. Perhaps they suffered too much, and the monsters learned to unite and attack the same defense line.

There were few high-level monks in the monks' defense line, with only one or two commanders at most, while there was a group of seventh-grade monsters, more than 300 black, tall and ferocious monster monkeys. The monster monkeys fought upright like humans, with hard fur and sharp nails. They moved back and forth among the crowd, killing countless monks and easily breaking through the defense line, but they did not leave. They turned back and killed the monks' gathering place to help the low-level monsters escape.

Magical instruments were flying all over the sky, talismans exploded one after another, and the magic array emitted a unique brilliance, but despite this, they could not stop the fierce attack of the monsters, and nearly a thousand monks died in the battle.

As soon as Zhang Pa and others appeared, thousands of monsters found their target and pounced fiercely with their fangs and claws. Zhang Pa immediately released more than a hundred small snakes and rushed into the battle array waving a black knife. Zhang Tianfang muttered, "Do you need to be so exaggerated?" He followed with a ghost knife.

The protagonist on the killing field was still the Fu Shen Snake, showing his divine power and easily killing more than a thousand monsters that pounced on him. Zhang Tianfang held the ghost knife and shouted: "Leave a few for me!" Zhang Pa flew into the air to check and saw the group of seventh-grade fierce monkeys, and ordered the little snakes to surround and kill them. The monkeys were smart. Seeing the fierceness of the little snakes, the leader shouted and immediately gathered together to flee to the south, no longer lingering on the battle. It was a pity that although they saw the opportunity quickly, they were not as fast as the Fu Shen Snake, and soon the whole army was wiped out.

At this time, more and more monks came to support from all directions, and the monsters lost the support of high-level monsters and gradually fell into a disadvantage, and finally fled north. Zhang Pa, Zhang Tianfang, Fang Jian, two black tigers, more than a hundred little snakes, and carriages were lined up, just blocking the north.

There was nothing to say, just kill them. Zhang Pa had a high cultivation level, Zhang Tianfang's ghost knife was powerful, and the little snakes were fierce. The two of them shuttled through the beasts like ghosts, taking countless lives.

Hundreds of thousands of monsters were unable to resist and could only let them kill them. The only thing they could do was to escape. After leaving tens of thousands of corpses, most of the monsters fled to the north.

When the fighting stopped, nearly 10,000 monks from various sects looked at Zhang Pa and the other two as if they were under a spell. The two men were dressed in white and held black knives. One was tall and mighty, and the other was spirited and handsome. They killed countless monsters without changing their expressions or beating their hearts. The most exaggerated thing was that the white clothes were whiter than snow, but there was no blood on them.

Looking at the feet of the two men, corpses were everywhere and blood flowed like a river. In this black and red blood river, bones were like a forest and flesh was like a wall. It was miserable, bloody, terrifying and disgusting everywhere, but the two men just stood in the middle as if nothing had happened, as if it had nothing to do with them.

Two words flashed in the minds of many monks: Killing God!

Zhang Pa put away the big black knife, looked down at his feet, and laughed at himself: "If you can become an immortal by killing endlessly, it would be a big joke." Zhang Tianfang asked him: "Do you want to chase them?" Zhang Pa called back more than a hundred small snakes to check them one by one. The small snakes were still ferocious. Most of the monsters were killed by them without any injuries. After thinking about it, he said: "How many can we kill? We should contact the monks and sorcerers to attack Licheng from all sides at the same time, so as to eliminate the future troubles, instead of defending the place like now." As the two of them talked, the monks of various sects were also talking, asking each other who these people were? A monk who participated in the siege of Tianlei Mountain exclaimed: "Zhang Pa, it's Zhang Pa." Someone asked who Zhang Pa was, and someone explained: "Zhang Pa, the traitor of Tianlei Mountain." I don't know where the name of the traitor came from, but it is famous all over the world. Everyone remembered the two legendary people who killed and injured countless people by self-destruction, but these two guys are fine? Someone else asked, "Isn't he dead?" Someone else answered, "With so many magic weapons, would you be willing to commit suicide?" Someone became greedy and said, "There are only a few of them, why not kill them..." Before he could finish his words, someone stopped him and said, "If you want to die, go by yourself, don't implicate us, are you blind?" After all, many people were so greedy that they secretly left the team and sent secret messages to the sect.

Zhang Tianfang asked Zhang Aing: "How is it possible for warlocks and monks to jointly act?" Zhang Aing said: "For the sake of the people of the Song Dynasty and to make Yunyi feel at ease, I will do this job."

The two chatted casually, but the sound was not loud, and it was difficult to hear clearly from a distance. But just after they finished speaking, a calm voice sounded in their ears at the same time: "Donor Zhang is really kind-hearted and a very kind person."

The two of them were startled and looked around for the speaker. Then they turned around and saw a young monk in front of them. He was wearing a moon-white monk's robe, with clear eyebrows and red lips and white teeth. As soon as he appeared, he shouted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, you have sinned, you have sinned." When you enter the world and see evil and killing, it is really against the teachings of our Buddha’s mercy and it is a sin.”

Zhang Tianfang glanced at him sideways: "Who are you?"

The young monk clasped his palms together and said, "Bu Kong has seen Donor Zhang in Daxiong Temple, and has seen Buddha kill him."

Zhang Tianfang glared angrily and said, "How do you know that I am Buddha Killer? Did the old monk send you here?"

Fu Kong was respectful and polite, and said in a low voice: "Buddha killing is related to my Buddha. The master is worried that he will be contaminated by evil ways and fall into the ghost world, so he sends a poor monk to serve him."

Zhang Tianfang shouted strangely: "I knew the old monk wouldn't let me go so easily. I shouldn't have given him wine."

Zhang Wen asked Bu Kong: "Are you saying that from now on you will always be by his side?"

Fu Kong nodded and said, "Exactly."

Zhang Tianfang shouted: "The old monk is not clear-headed, and you are not clear either? Zhang Ping, accompany me to kill the Daxiong Temple, and kill the old guy first."

Zhang Ping refused and said: "It seems that we can't beat the Sky Buddha."