Nanze Pass, which was rebuilt from the ruins, seemed to have experienced thousands of years of vicissitudes in just a few years.
The hundred-meter-high city wall has worn off the claws of countless demons, and countless monks' blood has solidified on the surface.
When Zhang Qing arrived here on the Zhao family's troop ship, except for a lonely city standing on the land, it was surrounded by dark red rivers and lakes.
The city was far more lively than he imagined. The so-called solemnity did not seem to exist in this city that faced countless demons every day.
After seeing those drunken soldiers and women, Zhang Qing probably understood.
The monks in Nanzeguan all come here for the opportunity, but the mortals in Nanzeguan are really trading their lives for something behind them.
Looking at these mortals who didn't care about the monks around them, Zhang Qing asked Zhao Jingmeng beside him:
"How long can the Zhao family last like this?"
"What do you mean?" Zhao Jingmeng still didn't understand, but the Zhao family monk next to him snorted coldly, "After a hundred years, he will still be fine."
Zhang Qing clicked his tongue twice, "The Zhao family is indeed rich."
Zhao Jingmeng turned to look at the man, "What does he mean?"
"For every mortal who comes to Nanze Pass with the intention of dying, the Zhao family needs to give enough money to the family behind them." He did not say these words, but directly spoke to Zhao Jingmeng through a message.
"Isn't this a good thing?"
"Mortal wealth is measured in gold, silver and copper. A piece of gold the size of a soybean is enough for a family to buy a small courtyard with three entrances in Luojing and live a prosperous life."
"But when everyone has golden beans, Luo Jing's courtyard will cost more than this."
"A good life is always based on comparison."
Zhao Jingmeng somewhat reacted, but because the people around her still didn't explicitly say anything about mortals, she didn't know how cruel it was.
Zhang Qing sighed at the side, "I wonder how many people in Yunmengze will survive after the ghosts disperse this time."
After saying that, he no longer paid attention to the two people beside him, soared into the sky and landed on the south wall of Nanze Pass.
As he expected, the monks of the Zhang family never paid any attention when fighting. At this moment, outside the city wall, raging flames stretched into a sea, and dozens of monks from the Zhang family were like kings of flames.
This sea of fire made the war in Nanzeguan no longer limited to the top and bottom of the city wall.
Zhang Qing's hands and fingers behind his back were swaying slightly, and the breath in the air became warmer. He found Qing Meng's figure.
The small body was wrapped in flames, and he was selflessly fighting with a giant one-horned deer. Zhang Qing could see his fingers curling behind him.
Not far from the city wall, stood a Zhao family monk who was in the late stage of Qi training. At a certain moment, he seemed to be held by a huge force in his hand. When he realized what he was doing, he was already standing in front of Zhang Qing in a panic.
The fiery red clothes had already made this man's pupils shrink.
"Why are they under the city?" The cold voice fell in Zhao Jing's ears, letting him know that if he answered wrongly, he might be in disaster.
"They ran away by themselves. No one can control the Zhang family. As long as there is no large-scale demon attack, the Zhang family will leave the city every few days."
"Really?" Zhang Qing reluctantly agreed with what the other party said, then stepped into the sky and turned into a huge fireball falling towards the sea of fire.
At the front of the sea of fire, Zhang Junxiu looked like a madman, Zhang Mingxian was gentle and elegant, waving a bloody long sword, and the other descendants of the Zhang family around him also looked excited.
The huge fireball hit the ground, creating a huge crater in the raging and burning earth. When the dust was burned and transparent in the flames, people around saw Zhang Qing calmly walking out of it, carrying a Holding a fierce rat as big as his head.
There was a fierce light in the mouse's eyes, but his cultivation in the early stage of foundation establishment prevented him from breaking free from that terrifying hand.
Qing Meng looked at Zhang Qing who suddenly appeared in front of him. He first carefully threw a fireball to test. After seeing the fireball disappear in front of Zhang Qing, he finally ran over with a look of surprise.
"Second uncle!"
The mouse in his hand was dead, Zhang Qing snorted coldly, and a wave of heat pushed Qing Meng out.
"Why did you appear in Nanzeguan?" As he said this, the eyes of Zhang Junxiu and others in the distance became unkind.
"I came here on my own." Qing Meng said quickly.
"Don't you know how dangerous it is here? Seventh level of Qi training, who gave you the courage?" Zhang Qing pressed Qing Meng's shoulder and realized that the little girl had become slim and taller.
"I've been here for a few months." Qing Meng was a little unconvinced, "And the head of the family also said that it is most appropriate for the Immortal Bone Eater to use demons as sacrifices."
Qing Meng clenched his fist and said, "Even Lao Hei can't match my strength now."
"Lao Hei is a big buffalo, the demon I met during my training."
Zhang Qing also knew about the inheritance of immortal arts obtained from the Gu family. The family owner only left the inheritance of immortal arts such as Bone Bite and traded the inheritance of immortal arts to Lingyue Chamber of Commerce.
"This is very dangerous, and it's not a place you can come now."
"I still have Xiaobai and the others." Qing Meng looked up at the sky, and Zhang Qing discovered that there was a black spot hundreds of meters high that was getting bigger and bigger, and in an instant a white bird came into view.
On the back of the white bird, a silver rabbit looked down with a pair of bright blood-colored eyes.
Zhang Qing recognized the white bird and the silver rabbit, "When did they reach the ninth level of Qi training?"
Qing Meng smiled proudly, "Of course it's because I raised her well."
Zhang Qing was still a little dissatisfied. He could see what Nanze Pass looked like from the city wall, but he couldn't feel relieved when Qing Meng appeared here.
"We, the monks, have a fate of life and death. You can't protect her for the rest of her life." Zhang Mingxian appeared not far away at some unknown time, and the bloody long knife strangely devoured the flesh and blood of the late-stage foundation-building monster under his feet.
"She is still young, and her cultivation was acquired by chance. She has not yet appeared on the battlefield."
"The young eagle has to fly, not to mention she is safe with us here."
Zhang Qing fell silent, Qing Meng also ran over and took his arm. Zhang Junxiu in the distance was already roaring loudly asking everyone in the Zhang family to retreat into the city.
"You and I both came here like this. There have been so many people like us in our family for two hundred years. Whether we can survive or not has never depended on the strength of your parents and uncles."
After Zhang Mingxian finished speaking, he also walked towards Nanzeguan. Zhang Qing took a deep breath and a smile appeared on his face. He pressed Qing Meng's head and said gently, "Let's go."
