Ji Zhang gained dozens of times strength and speed at the cost of burning his life.
Once the spell expired, he could no longer hold on and collapsed on the ground, quietly waiting for death to come.
Life was passing quickly, and Ji Zhang felt a sense of sadness.
The great road to immortality and the cultivation of truth and immortality are all just a dream.
The only consolation is that before death, kill the enemy with your own hands!
Ji Zhang's eyes flashed with relief.
swish swish...
"what sound?"
Ji Zhang looked up and was surprised to find that Zhao Lin turned over and sat up, staggering to his feet.
"You...you're not dead yet?"
Ji Zhang's eyes almost bulged out of his sockets and he shouted in disbelief.
"The injury is serious, but fortunately it is not fatal."
Zhao Lin patted the sand and stones on his body and said in a relaxed tone, "Why, have you been disappointed?"
"Impossible, how is this possible..."
Ji Zhang was extremely disappointed and kept mumbling, but thinking that he was going to die soon, he quickly regained his composure.
"Why do you know the Raikage clone? Who taught you?"
This is the biggest question in his mind.
Zhao Lin said calmly: "You taught me."
Ji Zhang's face twitched, his facial features were distorted, and he said in a hateful voice: "I am already on the verge of death. Tell me the truth, and there will be no loss to you."
"I'm telling the truth, believe it or not."
Zhao Lin smiled lightly and ignored him after saying that. He formed an ice blade with his hand and waved his arm, and the ice blade shot out.
Silver light flashed, and Ji Zhang's head flew up in response, his eyes wide open with deep reluctance and regret.
"It's finally over!"
Seeing the spirit emerging from the corpse, Zhao Lin felt relieved and let out a sigh of relief.
Ji Zhang was a foundation-building monk, and his soul was more solid. Zhao Lin walked over and sucked hard, sucking the soul into his body.
Silver light suddenly appeared in the sea of consciousness, forming the names of spells...
Zhao Lin looked at it for a while and shook his head gently.
Ji Zhang has three spiritual roots: water, wood, and thunder. He doesn't practice many spells, mainly water spells.
Zhao Lin's first-level spells have been fully cultivated. The second-level spells include the Water Demonic Fist of the water element, the Mountain Cracking Ground of the earth element, the Ice Whirling Hammer of the ice element, the thunder shadow clone of the thunder element and the non-attribute Concentration Technique.
Only the two grids of wind and fire are free, but Ji Zhang does not have the spiritual roots of these two lines.
Ji Zhang also practiced two third-level spells: Blood Ignite Body and Water Dragon Slash.
Zhao Lin thought for a moment and decided not to learn either spell.
Ji Zhang's Water Dragon Slash has only been mastered to the minor level, and the spells are not scarce. If he wants to learn it, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.
As for the blood ignited body, Zhao Lin has no intention of practicing it at all.
You should never give up hope at any time. Practicing this spell will only interfere with your decision-making during the battle.
Zhao Lin meditated cross-legged for a while and began to clean the battlefield.
Ji Zhang's robe was torn and torn, leaving only a lock bag and a wild knife that had never been used. No other items were found.
Zhao Lin set fire to dispose of the body, then walked back to the place where the previous battle took place and found the gray leather bag that sealed the Zangetsu Sword.
Because the shop sells robes, he knows a little about spiritual silk.
After touching the fabric of the pocket, I felt that it should be made of fine Tuxingling silk. It seemed that other materials were added, and the texture was quite strong.
There are two words printed near the mouth of the bag: Wuyi.
"Black clothes bag?"
Zhao Lin whispered to himself, thinking that this bag could seal off spiritual energy and isolate spiritual consciousness, so it was a pretty good magic weapon.
Even if it is not used as a magic weapon, it is also good to use it as a lock bag.
He waved his hand to wipe away Ji Zhang's remaining consciousness and put his own mark on it.
With a thought, the mouth of the bag opens automatically.
He took out the Zangetsu Sword and put it into its sheath, feeling much more at ease.
After a fierce fight, Zhao Lin did not forget the purpose of his trip and sensed the locations of Chao Duan, Du Zhen and Xu Zhongyong.
Chao Duan was mature and prudent, and still stayed where he was. He was determined not to leave Zhutan without his own orders.
Zhao Lin felt a little relieved, but when he located the positions of Du Zhen and Xu Zhongyong, he frowned.
Du Zhen and his party have arrived in the Ditutan area and are moving towards the junction of the two sects!
"They don't know yet that the Di An Sect has sent out realm-changing monks. I have to inform them as soon as possible."
Zhao Lin was still frightened when he thought of Ji Zhang's terrifying appearance after his transformation.
Just one realm-changing monk made him miserable, and he used all his methods.
If he hadn't temporarily practiced the Thunder Shadow Clone Technique, he would have had to explain this time.
If Du Zhen and others meet the other two people, they may be in danger.
Thinking of this, Zhao Lin used his water-bending skills and quickly rushed towards Di Tutan.
…
Di An Sect, Black Dragon Hall.
"Tell the elders that Ji Zhang's soul lamp has gone out!"
A deacon hurriedly walked into the hall, bowed and said to the five monks in purple robes.
On the surface, Black Dragon Hall is a chamber of commerce, but its actual purpose is to seek the territory of Chenghua Zong and engage in various smuggling, assassination, intelligence gathering and other activities.
The five purple-robed monks are the elders of the Black Dragon Hall: Oshima San, Itazheng, Asamoto, Yutou, and Guanji. They are all purple-robed monks from various major families.
"Ji Zhang? Ji Zhang from the Jiujing family?"
"You read that right?"
The five elders were stunned when they heard this and felt unbelievable.
When a monk reaches the foundation-building stage, he will hand over a trace of blood essence to the sect, place it in a specially refined magic weapon, and light a soul lamp.
When the essence and blood master dies, the soul lamp will be extinguished.
The main purpose of the soul lamp is to monitor whether the monk is alive. If he dies accidentally, the blood essence in the soul lamp can be used to trace the cause of death.
On the other hand, it is also a restriction on monks.
Foundation-building monks are the backbone of a sect, and almost all sects do this.
"The monk guarding the soul lamp just now reported this matter, and my subordinates took a look in person."
The deacon nodded and replied.
"Didn't Ji Zhang go to Chiwei Island?"
The youngest among the elders, Guan Zhi, who looks about forty years old, said with confusion on his face.
"Yes, Ji Zhang just came back from the Western World half a month ago. He heard that there was a reward of 20,000 yuan for good deeds, so he took the initiative to go to sea."
The silver-haired Asamoto said.
"The people who perform the mission are all Qi Refining Realm monks. Who can kill him? Could it be that the Chenghua Sect also sent Realm Transformation monks?"
Guan Zhi guessed.
"Probably not. We sent the realm-changing monks to kill Zhao Lin, but Chenghua Sect didn't know about it. Unless the reward is huge, no foundation-building monk is willing to harm his own cultivation and use spells during the realm-changing phase."
Mamoto shook his head slowly.
"That's weird. Could it be that he accidentally triggered the mechanism or fell into a tight siege?"
Guan Zhi frowned.
"It's unlikely. Ji Zhang is not a fool. He has lived for nearly a hundred years. How could he not know how to be careful?"
"And with his strength, facing a group of Qi Refining Realm monks, even if he is not an opponent, he will not be unable to escape and will die."
Mamoto twisted his beard with his hand and still shook his head.
"You two have forgotten that this mission is to kill the boy named Zhao Lin. Is it possible that Zhao Lin killed Ji Zhang?"
An old man with a gloomy face and a pair of eagle eyebrows spoke.
"Brother Youteng is wrong. Although Ji Zhang's level has been downgraded, it is still half a level higher than the peak level of Qi refining. How could he die at the hands of this person?"
Mamoto immediately refuted.
"I'm afraid not necessarily!"
Yuto disagreed, "Zhao Lin was able to kill Aoike and Yamauchi who were on the ninth level of Qi refining when he was at the fourth level of Qi refining. Now that he has reached the late stage of Qi refining, why can't he defeat Ji Zhang?"
After hearing this, Mamoto pondered for a moment and sneered: "If this is really the case, then Zhao Lin should be dead."
The old man Youto was startled and asked, "Why did Brother Mamoto say this?"
Mamoto smiled slightly, "The Jiujing family is famous for its staunchness. Whenever the monks in the clan reach the level of foundation building, they will practice the art of igniting the body with blood."
"Everyone should be aware of the power of this body-exploding spell. Even the foundation-building monks have to stay away. No matter how powerful that Zhao Lin is, there is no possibility of survival!"
When everyone heard it, they all thought it made sense and nodded in agreement.
"Although the mission has been completed, it is not cost-effective to exchange the life of a foundation-building monk for a Qi-refining monk."
"Zhao Lin is not an ordinary Qi refining monk."
"Yes, this son is our sect's great enemy, we must not keep him..."
At this time, Oshima San, who was in the middle and had been silent, said: "Whether our guess is correct or not, with Chun Ying and Matsuoka, two late-stage foundation-building monks, Zhao Lin will definitely die!"
"You should think about how to deal with the aftermath and appease the anger of the Jiujing family."
When everyone heard this, they suddenly had different expressions and fell silent.
…
"This is the Fudong Rift Valley. It is indeed worthy of its name. It is even more majestic than what is recorded on the sea map!"
Du Zhen led a team of five people to sneak under the sea. When they came to a long, narrow and deep seafloor rift, they stopped and said.
Perhaps stimulated by Zhao Lin's achievements, the five of them waited at Shenshuitan for a while. When Zhao Lin didn't come back, they decided to take action on their own to find the underground monks.
"Brother Du, further ahead is the realm of the Di An Sect. How about we go back?"
Wang Jingchen glanced at the deep valley and said.
"What are you doing back?"
Du Zhen asked rhetorically, "This mission is to seize Zhutan. Opposite is Jinniu Tan, which was our sect's territory thirty years ago. Let's go and set up an outpost to find out the situation first."
"What if we encounter a monk from the Dark Sect? In their territory, we are not familiar with the layout of the agencies, so we should wait until Fellow Daoist Zhao arrives."
Wang Jingchen said worriedly.
"When you encounter a cultivator from the Dark Sect, fight if you can. If you can't, then retreat. What's there to be afraid of?"
Du Zhen didn't care about the authenticity.
"Brother Du is right. If we have to wait for Fellow Daoist Zhao to decide everything, what do you want us to do?"
Du Zhongyong echoed, "Don't forget, when allocating good deeds, it depends on the contribution each person has made. If we stay in Zhutan all the time, how much good deeds can we share?"
Wang Jingchen was speechless and could only look at the other peak Qi refining monk in the team: Chang Jianqiu.
Chang Jianqiu thought for a while and said: "Let's be careful. We only patrol the periphery of Jinniu Beach, mark a few agencies and then go back. After all, our trip is not in vain."
Seeing this, everyone stopped saying anything and slowly swam forward.
The Fudong Rift Valley is more than a hundred miles long and more than ten miles wide. Everyone swam for a while before reaching the edge of the rift valley.
At this moment, a cry came from the depths of the rift valley.
The voice was gentle and high-pitched, as if complaining or crying, occasionally mixed with one or two howls, which made people feel terrified.
Everyone felt dizzy, their spirits were turbulent, and their hearts were shocked.
"No, it's the soul-destroying magic sound!"
Du Zhen's expression changed.
"Use the Soul-Consolidating Technique to hold Yuan Shouyi!"
Chang Jianqiu also reminded him.
Everyone reacted and quickly started using their mental techniques.
The Soul-Consolidating Technique can consolidate the soul and prevent it from being taken away by high-level monks. It also has a certain resistance to soul-stirring spells.
"Hey, who is he?"
Du Zhen bit the tip of his tongue and shouted.
The owner of the cry seemed frightened and paused for a moment, but after a while, he started crying intermittently again.
The sound got closer and closer, and everyone unconsciously imagined the appearance of a female ghost with disheveled hair, and their hair stood on end.
After a while, a charming woman emerged from the deep valley.
Everyone had seen this woman on the boat and recognized it at a glance, but what was different from before was that at this moment, the enchanting woman was wrapped with a bloody red light!
"It's...a realm-changing monk!"
Du Zhen's eyes widened and he took a deep breath.
Chang Jianqiu and others also saw something unusual, and their hearts sank.
Realm-changing monks are actually foundation-building monks. Even if their cultivation is downgraded, they are still much better than Qi-refining monks.
"Why did you come here? I made people wait here for a long time."
The enchanting woman complained, with endless resentment in her tone.
"There are five of us. Even the foundation-building monks can fight, let alone the realm-changing monks."
Du Zhen's consciousness swept away and he found that there was no one else nearby. He felt certain in his heart and said in a deep voice: "Let's go together!" After saying that, he used the golden sword and attacked the enchanting woman.
The five of them had fought against the Di An Sect monks before and had a certain understanding of each other.
As soon as Du Zhen finished speaking, Chang Jianqiu immediately followed him up. Du Zhongyong, Wang Jingchen and another monk named Shi Shouxin attacked from the other side.
"Five grown men came to bully a little girl like me."
The enchanting woman smiled coquettishly, and her figure swayed, shadowy, as if she was about to melt into the water at any moment.
All the magic weapons were hit in the empty space.
The enchanting woman did not know what kind of magic she had used, and her figure flashed back more than ten feet away.
The jade-white fingers kept changing, the two red lips pursed slightly, and the cry sounded again.
The sobs were much sharper than before, almost turning into a howl, penetrating the eardrums and hitting the depths of the sea of consciousness.
Everyone felt their scalps numb and immediately stopped moving and focused on their consciousness.
This is the power of high-level monks. You may not be able to gain much upper hand by fighting spells head-on, but you can take advantage of the powerful spiritual consciousness to seize the opportunity.
The Soul-Captivating Demonic Sound is a divine consciousness spell, so it will have the least impact on the downgrade of the realm. Everyone can only use their skills to resist, and cannot spare any effort to attack.
The art of charm is invisible to swords and guns, but it is the most difficult to prevent!
While casting the spell, the enchanting woman used her spiritual consciousness to take turns to spy on the reactions of the five people.
Any spell has a price. If the soul-stirring magic sound is cast on five people at the same time, the woman herself will also have to bear the impact of her spiritual consciousness and will not be able to hold on for too long.
"Let's go quickly!"
Xu Zhongyong felt upset and couldn't help but speak.
Du Zhen glared at him fiercely and put his index finger to his mouth to signal him not to speak.
The enchanting woman's eyes lit up when she saw this, and she immediately transferred most of the sound beam to Xu Zhongyong. (End of chapter)
