Regarding the many casual cultivators who came here, Chu Xinghe knew in his heart that not all of these casual cultivators came for the spiritual treasure that was about to appear in this world. But I just want to fish in troubled waters and get some benefits.
There were only a few monks from the sect who came here to get the treasure, and he was very unsure about monk Huangfu. The Huangfu family has always kept a low profile within the Yuanfeng Empire and rarely participates in disputes in the world of immortality.
Unexpectedly, the Wushan City Lord was uncharacteristically involved. Not only was he personally involved, but he also involved other monks in his clan. This made the old man very puzzled.
How did Chu Xinghe know that the city lord of Wushan City acted like this this time out of necessity.
In less than three years, the Huangfu family's fifty-year competition will be held. This kind of competition is a competition to determine how much cultivation resources each branch of the family has.
The Huangfu family is so large that there are more than twenty branches. In order to determine the status of each branch in the family, for tens of thousands of years, the Huangfu family has held an intra-clan competition every fifty years. Arrange the rankings to determine how much territory to occupy and how good or bad it is.
Low-level monks are the foundation of a clan, so this kind of competition is held in two levels, one is for monks in the Qi gathering stage, and the other is for monks in the foundation building stage. I just want to test the overall strength of the low-level disciples. In turn, we will judge whether the branch in which it belongs has a development future.
The Wushan City Lord's branch ranked very low in the last competition, so he was assigned to Quzhou, a place where training resources are extremely scarce.
This time I heard that a psychic treasure appeared in Quzhou, and the city lord of Wushan immediately informed his elders. After the family discussed it, they decided to take full action and take this treasure into the family's possession, hoping to make a difference in the next family competition.
For this reason, the Lord of Wushan City invited three of his clan brothers to compete for this psychic treasure.
After Chu Xinghe said this, the monks were immediately shocked. What the old man Cheng Dan said was reasonable. There are so many palaces here, and there must be many rare things in them. Why go to those powerful sects to snatch the only thing.
Thinking of this, many casual cultivators swayed their bodies amidst a burst of shouts and headed towards the distant hall.
The heads of the three major sects looked at each other, then no longer stayed, and led the disciples behind them to fly forward.
Suddenly, at the entrance, apart from the old man surnamed Chu and the four members of the Huangfu family, only Qin Fengming and Fang Qiying remained unmoved.
Qin Fengming did not move at this time, because under the exploration of his spiritual consciousness, he always felt that this place was extremely weird. There seems to be some kind of danger hidden within it. Since the old man surnamed Chu had not left yet, he decided to stay for a while before talking.
The old man surnamed Chu felt the same as Qin Fengming, and also had a little worry in his heart. Seeing that several people did not take any action, the old man was also secretly surprised. Only with his strong spiritual consciousness could he feel the unknown danger. But the people in front of me are all foundation-building monks, so can they feel something?
Just when the old man surnamed Chu was confused. I saw a sudden chaos in the distance, and the sound of shouts and screams could not be heard. At the same time, magic weapons and spiritual weapons were launched into the sky one after another, and the sound of huge impacts continued.
Seeing this scene, several people who were standing still were shocked at the same time. Although several people had something strange in their hearts, they were still shocked when they saw the real danger.
Under the cover of spiritual consciousness, what happened before was clearly displayed before his eyes.
When many monks were still hundreds of feet away from those halls, a large number of zombies suddenly emerged from the rocks at their feet. These zombies all have peak foundation-building cultivation levels.
As soon as the zombie appeared, he immediately activated the magic weapon in his hand and attacked the monks.
The monks were already on extremely low alert during the flight. Under the first attack, many Qi-gathering monks were immediately killed on the spot. In an instant, he was lying down with broken limbs and arms.
After escaping the disaster, the foundation-building monks were in a hurry and began to use their spiritual weapons to trap You Dou to death. Facing zombies that were several times their size, the foundation-building monks no longer had any confidence in their chances of winning.
In just a moment, several casual cultivators in the foundation-building stage were killed by zombies on the spot, leaving no bones left. The top cultivator named Luo was also besieged by several zombies at this time and finally died here.
The monks from the three major sects were not far apart. As soon as the strange phenomenon occurred, they immediately gathered together and formed a formation to jointly activate the protective barrier to fight against the zombies. Although there is no worry for a while, over time, he will surely be killed by zombies.
Brother Nanyu and the other two sect leaders looked at each other and saw a trace of despair in each other's eyes. Although the three of them all have magic weapons in their bodies, it is absolutely difficult to kill them all when faced with zombies with several times the foundation building cultivation level.
But if you don't activate the magic weapon at this time, it will be impossible to persist for a while and ponder for a while. Nan Yu no longer hesitated, and with a wave of his hand, a huge black machete appeared above his head, and the spiritual power in his body was quickly injected into the machete.
A moment later, the jet-black machete emitted huge spiritual energy fluctuations, dragging a two- to three-foot-long blade shadow as it quickly slashed toward the zombies.
Although the zombies were not very intelligent, in the face of such a powerful magic weapon, driven by instinct, several zombies immediately recalled their magic weapons and headed towards the huge knife shadow together.
In an instant, the weapons were intertwined. Suddenly, several loud noises were heard, and five or six magic weapons were cut off in one fell swoop. All the magic energy was gone and they fell to the stone ground. However, the magic weapon's attack was blocked by other magic weapons and failed to hit the zombie's body.
Brother Nanyu's face was gloomy. He moved his fingers and the huge machete circled in the air, slashing at the zombie crowd again.
Seeing this, Cang Wuzi and the monk surnamed Zhou gritted their teeth and sacrificed their magic weapons respectively. A black flag and a flaming red alms bowl appeared in the air at the same time.
As Cang Wuzi's spiritual power was rapidly injected into his body, the flag flag suddenly fluttered and wrapped around his body. A black cloud and mist spewed out from the flag flag. In an instant, the surrounding area was filled with darkness within a few feet, and there were human figures. Nothing.
Then, with a loud shout from Cang Wuzi, a huge black hand flew out of the black mist and swooped down towards the zombie group twenty or thirty feet away.
The power of this attack was astonishing. Although several zombies tried their best to use magic weapons to intercept them, Cang Wuzi still killed two of them with this attack.
The monk surnamed Zhou next to him had also finished casting the spell at this time. In the meantime, the big alms bowl kept spinning in the air, and a hot energy surged out from the huge alms bowl and spread to all directions.
At the same time, with a flick of the old man's finger, the bottom of the alms bowl turned upwards, and a stream of reddish-brown rock poured out of the alms bowl, quickly sweeping towards the zombies in the distance. The speed was extremely fast. Although the zombies saw the opportunity quickly, several were still swallowed by the rock flow.
Amidst the wailing sound, no bones were left behind. Under the inversion, the rock flow returned to the alms bowl.
