For the many scattered cultivators who came here, Chu Xinghe knew in his heart that not all of them came to the psychic treasure that was about to appear. It's just that I want to fish in troubled waters and reap some benefits.

The only people who came here to get the supreme treasure were only a few sect monks, and it was also very difficult for him to determine the Huangfu monks in his heart. Within the Yuanfeng Empire, the Huangfu family has always been low-key, and rarely participates in the disputes in the immortal cultivation world.

I didn't want to be the city lord of Wushan, but it was unusual, not to mention getting involved in person, but also pulling other monks in his clan in, which made the old man puzzled.

How did Chu Xinghe know that the city lord of Wushan City acted like this this time, and it was just a last resort.

In less than three years, the Huangfu family's fiftieth year competition will be held, and this kind of competition is a competition to determine how much cultivation resources the members of each branch of the family have.

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 50 years, ranking in turn, and deciding the amount of territory, good or bad.

Low-level monks are the foundation of the clan, so this kind of competition is held in two echelons, one is the monk of the Qi gathering period, and the other is the monk of the foundation building period. I just want to test the comprehensive strength of the low-level disciples. In turn, judge whether the branch is promising.

The branch where the Wushan City Lord was located ranked extremely low in the last competition, so he was assigned to Quzhou, where cultivation resources were extremely scarce.

This time, I heard that there was a psychic treasure in Quzhou, and was immediately informed by the Wushan city lord of his elders, and after the family discussed, he decided to go all out and collect this treasure into the family's possession, in order to make achievements in the next family competition.

For this reason, the city lord of Wushan invited his three clan brothers to compete for this psychic treasure.

After Chu Xinghe said this, all the monks were suddenly shocked, and what the old man Cheng Dan said was also very reasonable, there are so many halls here, there will definitely be many rare things in them. Why bother to snatch the only thing from those powerful sects.

Thinking of this, many scattered cultivators shook their bodies one after another in a burst of shouting and went towards the hall in the distance.

The heads of the three major sects glanced at each other, so they didn't stay any longer, and also led the people behind them to fly forward.

Suddenly, at the entrance, except for the old man surnamed Chu and the four members of the Huangfu family, only Qin Fengming and Fang Qiying did not move.

Qin Fengming didn't move at this time, because under the investigation of his divine sense, he always felt that this place was extremely strange. There seems to be some kind of danger lurking within. Since the old man surnamed Chu did not leave, he also decided to stay for a while.

The old man surnamed Chu felt the same as Qin Fengming, and he also had a trace of worry in his heart. Seeing that a few people did not take action, the old man was also secretly surprised in his heart, his divine sense was strong, and he had a sense of unknown danger. But the few people in front of him are all monks in the foundation building period, can they also feel something?

Just when the old man surnamed Chu was puzzled in his heart. I saw a sudden chaos in the distance, and the sound of shouting and screaming was endless. At the same time, magic weapons and spiritual weapons rose into the air one after another, and the sound of huge impacts was endless.

Seeing this scene, several people standing still were shocked at the same time, although there were some strange things in the hearts of several people, but they were all taken aback when they saw that there was really a danger to show.

Under the cover of divine consciousness, what happened in front of me was already clearly displayed in front of my eyes.

When many monks were still hundreds of feet away from those halls, a large number of zombies suddenly appeared from among the rocks under their feet. These zombies turned out to be the pinnacle of foundation building.

As soon as the zombie appeared, it immediately drove the magic weapon in its hand and attacked the monks.

During the flight, the vigilance of the monks was extremely low, and under the first attack, many monks of the Qi Gathering Period were immediately killed on the spot. In an instant, the stump was severed and lay down.

After a period of confusion, the monks of the foundation building period who escaped the catastrophe began to drive their respective spiritual weapons to trap and fight. In the face of zombies several times their size, the foundation building monks no longer have the slightest confidence in victory.

It was only a moment, and several scattered cultivators in the foundation building period were killed by zombies on the spot, and there were no bones left, and the monk surnamed Naluo was also besieged by several zombies at this time, and Zuihou fell here.

The monks of the three major sects were not far apart, and as soon as the vision occurred, they immediately gathered together and formed a formation to jointly stir up the protective shield wall to fight against the zombies. Although there is no worry for a while, after a long time, it will definitely be buried in the mouth of zombies.

Monk Nanyu glanced at the other two sect heads, and they all saw a hint of despair in each other's eyes. Although the three of them have magic weapons on their bodies, it is extremely difficult to kill them in the face of zombies that have built several times the foundation and cultivated.

But at this time, if you don't drive the magic weapon, it will be difficult to hold on for a moment and a half, and you will be under a little groaning. Nan Yu no longer hesitated, and with a wave of his hand, a huge jet-black machete appeared above his head, and the spiritual power in his body quickly poured into the machete.

A moment later, the jet-black machete exuded huge spiritual power fluctuations, dragging a knife shadow two or three feet long, and quickly slashed towards the zombies.

Although the zombies were not highly intelligent, in the face of such a powerful magic weapon, driven by instinct, several zombies immediately recalled their magic weapons and walked towards the huge sword shadow together.

In an instant, all the weapons were intertwined. Suddenly, several loud noises came out, and five or six magic weapons were cut off in one fell swoop, and all the demonic energy fell to the stone ground. However, the magic weapon attacked this time, but it was blocked by the rest of the magic weapons, and failed to slash on the zombie's body.

Brother Nanyu's face was gloomy, and with the movement of his fingers, the huge machete swirled in the air, slashing towards the zombie crowd again.

Seeing this, Cangwuzi and the monk surnamed Zhou gritted their teeth and sacrificed their magic weapons respectively. A black banner and a fiery red bowl appeared in the air at the same time.

Under the rapid injection of spiritual power in Cangwuzi's body, the banner shook suddenly, and immediately wrapped his body, and a cloud of black clouds and mist gushed out from the banner, and in an instant, there was a thick black sky within a few zhang around, and there was no human figure.

Then, under Cangwuzi's loud shout, a huge black palm flew out of the black mist and fell towards the zombie group twenty or thirty feet away.

The power of this blow was amazing, although several zombies tried their best to drive the magic weapon to intercept it, but they were still killed by Cangwuzi's blow.

The monk surnamed Zhou next to him had also finished casting the spell at this time, and the big bowl between them spun in the air, and a scorching energy gushed out from the huge bowl and spread out in all directions.

At the same time, with a flick of the old man's fingers, the bottom of the bowl was facing upward, and a stream of reddish-brown rock poured out of the bowl, quickly sweeping towards the zombies in the distance. The speed was extremely fast, and although the zombies saw the opportunity, several of them were still swallowed by the rock flow.

In a burst of wailing, there was not a single bone left, and under the reversal, the rock flow returned to the bowl.