Hearing Qingyang's answer, Zhang Qing was a little silent.
During the five years he spent in seclusion in Linyuan City, he thought that Yun Mengze would be quiet because of the death of countless demons.
However, the speed of appearance of ghosts from the underworld is still beyond the imagination of many people.
There are ghost gates opening wide above the water swamp, and thousands of ghosts rushing out, and there are mountains collapsing deep inside, and thousands of ghosts are wreaking havoc in all directions.
Coupled with the ghosts that survived in the past years, almost all of Yunmengze, except where there are monks, has become the territory of ghosts.
This also caused all the forces, including the three clans and the Lingyue Chamber of Commerce, to be annoyed.
But no one has any choice but to send a large number of monks to deal with those ghosts. If they are not dealt with as soon as possible, it will be Yunmengze's disaster when those ghosts grow up.
Fortunately, the Zhang family has trained a large number of mortal monks over the years, and they can barely maintain peace within the dozens of cities outside the island in the middle of the lake.
But the strange ghosts in Qingyang's mouth broke this peace.
Just like there are monks who inherit the Immortal Dharma among monks, and there are thirty-two phases of Buddhist practice among Buddhists, similar special ghosts also appear among ghosts.
That only appeared in the past few months. There were only seven incidents around the Zhang family, which had already resulted in the death of dozens of monks in the late stages of Qi training, including even disciples of the Zhang family.
"The monks still have too few methods to deal with ghosts." Zhang Qing said, and then stood up.
The moment Zhang Qing stood up, Qingyang felt as if there were endless flames in the void that wanted to burst out, overwhelmingly pressing towards him. The terrifying pressure made it difficult to breathe.
The suffocating death seemed to be staring at him right in front of him, and Qingyang had to take a few steps back to offset this pressure.
"The family's fairy fire has been quite restrained against ghosts. I heard that the Lingyue Chamber of Commerce caused more damage."
Zhang Qing did not engage in meaningless disputes in this regard, "Take me to the place where the accident happened."
At the speed of flight in the later stage of foundation building, it would not take long to reach a distance of more than ten miles. Soon Zhang Qing appeared in the middle of the village with only ashes left.
"My subordinates were worried about what happened here, so they buried it."
The village looked a bit messy, as it was after being ravaged by the strong wind. Qingyang didn't know how Zhang Qing should look for traces of ghosts.
But it became clear to him the next moment.
His majestic consciousness searched for all traces within a kilometer of the surrounding area, and Qingyang also understood why this direct son contained such terrible pressure.
It was all because the power of the divine soul was too powerful, and it was not something that a monk at the ninth level of Qi training like him could resist.
At this moment, Qingyang really couldn't even breathe, and Zhang Qing's mind gradually formed an image of the village intact.
Burning houses seemed to be surrounding him, and in front of him were seven skeletons with only one piece of skin left on their bodies. The fearful expressions on their faces when they were alive could still be recognized.
If the scene in Zhang Qing's mind were told, I'm afraid countless people in Yunmengze would be shocked, because such a scene in retrospect should not appear in a foundation-building monk.
This is the privilege of growing golden lotus.
Zhang Qing 'looked' at the seven corpses bit by bit, and then in his 'vision', six of the corpses began to regain their fleshy appearance. They were running in all directions, but the strange thing was that no matter they No matter how they run, they always stay in place.
The various spells around him were also regressing. In Zhang Qing's 'vision', they were thrown out by the monks, and now they are tracing the trajectory of being thrown back into the monks' bodies.
Then, Zhang Qing saw a dark mist.
The existence now called ghost mist in Yunmengze surrounded the six monks.
All the pictures were shattered at this moment, Zhang Qing's eyes became brighter, and fine cold sweat appeared on his forehead. It was obvious that such behavior also placed a great burden on him.
But a smile still appeared on his lips. He succeeded, "I found them."
Zhang Qing looked in one direction, his eyes reflecting the faint black mist, floating into the distance like a smell.
But the most important thing at the moment is not the ghost. A jade pendant appeared in Zhang Qing's hand. This is something that can directly contact the head of the family.
Zhang Qing immediately explained to the family leader about the changes that occurred after practicing the Mysterious Embryo Forging God Art to the limit of the Foundation Establishment Stage. I am afraid that this is another major event that will affect the rise and fall of the family.
As a powerful monk who was about to enter the eighth level of the seventh level of foundation building, Zhang Qing knew very well what it meant to be able to look back at a scene in this realm of cultivation.
The most intuitive thing is that his success rate of planting golden lotus has increased by at least 30%.
The jade pendant turned into powder and disappeared between his fingers. Zhang Qing looked at Qingyang and said, "Go back first."
After saying that, he ignored Qingyang's reaction and turned into a streak of fire and flew towards the sky.
Zhang Qing was not too anxious and moved forward along the black air in mid-air. He was feeling the feeling of being in control of everything.
All in all, very good.
"Ghosts are always just ghosts." After flying for only a few miles, Zhang Qing stopped and looked down at the dark pool below.
A crimson flame jumped at the fingertips, and then jumped down from the sky.
The weak firelight illuminated the dark deep pool, and then in a sudden moment, the flames swallowed up everything around it and expanded, even the water flow became the fuel for its burning.
Two shrill screams rang in Zhang Qing's ears, and he saw two masses of black mist struggling crazily in the raging red flames.
But no matter how they roared, they could never leave the flames, as if there was an invisible wall at the edge of the flames blocking all paths.
This is a spell that Zhang Qing has studied by himself. It was the result of more than a year of watching Zijinbo understand it. Naturally, it is impossible for the ghosts with Qi training on both sides to escape.
Ignoring the ghost's humane pleas for mercy and curses, two thumb-sized stones finally appeared in Zhang Qing's hands.
Unlike the ashes left after the death of ghosts in the past, the stone also gives people a cold feeling. If a monk in the late stage of Qi training wears this object, he will probably be eroded by the cold air.
As for Zhang Qing, he could naturally feel the surging turbid energy contained in the two stones, which was the opposite force to the pure energy.
"Let Yunyuan study it." Zhang Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that this thing might be unusual.
While Zhang Qing was dealing with the ghosts, the Zhang family in Chihu also entered a period of tightness on the outside and relaxation on the inside.
Zhang Shenling and Zhang Shenxun sat opposite each other in the small courtyard. Next to them was a flame burning in the void. The swaying firelight fell around them, reflecting their nervous and determined faces.
