That weird old monk turned out to be more powerful than the refining gods and ghost kings present, and he was already in the late stage of refining gods, and the god of the sun might even be a strong person who condensed the primordial gods.

But isn't that Maoshan disciple just building a foundation, even though he is talented, how can he achieve this level.

We asked ourselves, there are not many people here who can do this.

For a while, everyone slowed down a little, and the ghost kings were retreating in their hearts, while Zhang Zhanwu and Zhanxing were worried about Zhang Ziyu.

The result after this sword may have decided the direction of this battle.

The sword light dissipated, Zhang Ziyu and the ghost Buddha stood face to face, less than ten meters apart from each other, the ghost Buddha put his hands together, and Zhang Ziyu stood with a sword.

"The little Taoist is powerful, it's the old monk who lost, hahaha."

After the ghost Buddha said this, his figure suddenly drifted, turned into a cloud of black smoke, and quickly flew away from this place, not daring to linger for a moment.

Zhang Ziyu didn't chase after him, his body shook slightly, and he suddenly withdrew from the state of inviting God.

"Gan, where did this old guy come from?"

Zhang Ziyu cursed in a low voice, his expression was not relaxed, and Uncle Nine immediately came over and protected him: "Ziyu, how are you?"

"Half a move, but the old guy doesn't seem to be doing his best."

Zhang Ziyu's eyes glanced at the ground opposite, a sleeve of the robe was on the ground, and along with the robe was a small pool of blood glowing with black light.

Uncle Jiu's eyes were shocked, he sighed and said, "It's okay, it's okay, you can fight with such a master like this, it's already unprecedented. I'm afraid that the old monk is a cultivator with your master."

Uncle Nine was shocked and scared, if something happened to Zhang Ziyu just now, then he would be a sinner in Maoshan.

The most talented disciples in the past hundred years, or even hundreds of years, have died here, and the future of Maoshan is only afraid that it will be cut off here.

"Uncle Shi, you go and kill those evil ghosts, and I'll deal with the ghost king."

"Your injuries?"

Uncle Nine noticed that Zhang Ziyu didn't seem to be the reason for too much consumption, his breath fluctuated slightly, and his body was also injured.

"It's okay, I have the elixir."

Zhang Ziyu took out the rhubarb pill and the healing medicine, and took a sip, and suddenly got better in a few breaths.

"Uncle Shi, let's do it."

Zhang Ziyu's body moved, and he hurried quickly in the direction of Shi Jian.

Fang Cai and the old monk, he knew his own things, and in the last move, he used all his strength, but the old monk turned to defense, not attack.

Although the old monk lost half a move, he faintly did not mean to be a killer, otherwise it would be difficult to say who would be the winner of this move.

But now that the old monk is gone, just to solve the current situation, the next time he meets the old monk, even if he gets the first volume of the dragon elephant golden body, Zhang Ziyu is not afraid of him.

After all, the speed at which he improved was not comparable to ordinary people.

Zhang Ziyu attacked quickly, and the half-ghost scholar was shocked: "What kind of opponent are you to Chen!"

"That's a lot of nonsense."

Zhang Ziyu's thirty-six ten thousand bone swords came out together, and the thunder flashed, accompanied by the power of the dragon's eye from the dragon and snake suit, and he directly thought about the half-ghost scholar and killed him.

Seeing this, Shi Jian was shocked in his heart, and he wanted to kill the half-ghost scholar without losing face, and the lightning and thunder fist in his hand was already transported.

But the half-ghost scholar gave Zhang Ziyu a chance, and the ghost claws stretched out his three arms, and he actually wanted to cross the bar.

Thirty-six ten thousand bone swords can't pierce through that old monk who refines his body, and can't they pierce this crispy ghost?

"Poof"

The sound of penetration sounded, and suddenly the half-ghost scholar's face froze: "How is it possible?!"

He never thought that he would not be able to take a single move compared to the ghost king, and the Ten Thousand Bone Sword danced violently, and in an instant, the thunder light and Long Yan burned the half-ghost scholar to ashes.

"Master, you go and deal with the evil spirits, and I will help Zhanxing Master and Uncle them again."

After Zhang Ziyu finished speaking, the person disappeared, and Shi Jian suffocated his lightning and thunder fist, almost holding back

Internal.

This kid's combat power seems to be much more powerful than himself, is he really old?

Zhang Ziyu didn't know that Master Bo Shijian was already doubting himself, he came to Zhan Xing's side, and the blue-faced ghost king almost jumped out when he saw it.

This killer star actually came over, and also killed the half-ghost scholar with one move, where is this still a place where it can stay, and immediately turned into black smoke and wanted to turn around and leave.

Damn, it shouldn't have coveted the flesh and blood of the cultivator this time, as well as the body of the half-ghost scholar.

No matter how much you regret it, it's already too late.

Zhang Ziyu sneered: "What's the hurry, are you in a hurry to go home and collect your clothes?"

To deal with a group of strong dogs, you must strike hard against weak ghosts.

The flying chains on his body shot out, and the black smoke was immediately entangled, and several restraints tied up the original form of the blue-faced ghost king.

"Let me go, I'm willing to join your hundred ghost flags......

"It's late."

Zhang Ziyu volleyed dozens of ghost control spells in the air, and then spat out one word: "Town"

The blue-faced ghost king's large amount of ghost qi was exchanged for energy and was extracted by the flying zombie chain to supplement Zhang Ziyu's consumption, and after the ghost curse flew over, it was constantly compressed, and it turned into a fist-sized black qi.

A porcelain vase flew out of Zhang Ziyu's hand, and he was included in it and completely suppressed.

Not to mention that the Hundred Ghost Banners were already full at this time, just to earn such a fierce ghost king, I don't know how long it would take to practice.

On the other hand, the twin resentful spirits and Chu Renmei have already cultivated their grievances, developed towards the ghost spirits, and are extremely obedient, and their strength has reached the ninth level of foundation building, and they are the ghost kings one step further.

is also a ghost king who has transformed from a special fierce spirit, why should Zhang Ziyu go far?

It's better to hand over this blue-faced ghost king to them to devour the ghost qi, and further push them to become ghost kings.

Zhang Ziyu was so powerful that Zhan Xing was shocked: "Thank you for your nephew."

"Uncle Shi, you go and clean up those remnants of evil ghosts, and I will help Uncle Zhan Wu and Master Yijie."

"Good!"

Zhang Ziyu's figure flashed towards Zhang Zhanwu, but this time he didn't have a chance to make a move.

Zhang Ziyu's actions to kill the ghost king one after another were too big, and the red-clothed ghost king and the headless ghost king all started to run away directly.

However, they are facing the leaders of a sect, and they are distracted by the battle and lose their fighting spirit, so they are embarrassed.

Zhang Zhan made a decisive move, and the Heavenly Master's Demon Descending Sword Technique was slashed out with one sword, and with the thunder method, the headless ghost king was cracked in half.

The master of the first ring held the vajra in his hand, flew out, and beat the female ghost king to death.

For a while, the ghost kings were all ambushed, and the ghost snakes formed by the condensation of their ghost qi naturally began to dissipate, the red and black mist quickly dispersed, and the remaining evil ghosts fled in a hurry.

But where else can I run away this time?

Zhang Ziyu's ghost soldiers had already surrounded all the places and started the final strangulation.

The remaining evil ghosts were only five hundred, and a few refining gods joined the encirclement and suppression, but in just over ten minutes, they were all killed.

On the field, the only one who was surging was the army of ghost soldiers summoned by Zhang Ziyu, a hundred ghost flags.

"Hyakki Banner Collection!"

In front of everyone's eyes, Zhang Ziyu directly restrained the hundred ghosts, with great ease, without the slightest pressure.

If it was in the past, raising so many ghosts, I am afraid that it will also cause some unnecessary criticism.

But Zhang Ziyu is different, one is from a famous family, and he already has a master to inherit the five ghost carrying Dafa, that is to say, this is a regular army, although it is 200 times that of five, but it is also a kind of five.

Another is that the battle order is forbidden, as a ghost general, the spirit ghost is not bloodthirsty, and Zhang Ziyu has no difficulty in controlling it, and it is obviously under control.

The third reason that no one criticizes is the simplest, who dares to say that the braincase has been opened by you, and the whole thing has been opened.

Although Zhang Ziyu only has eight foundations, his combat power is explosive, and Maoshan is the first in the world

Picking up a group fight is all the number one in the platoon, who dares to speak?

"Amitabha, this time the Taiping Sect was destroyed, thanks to the action of Master Ziyu's nephew, otherwise the old monk will come out, I am afraid that we will all return with our halberds."

"The master of the first precept is serious, and he is all serving the people of the world, and he is just doing the right way."

Zhang Ziyu was humble at this time, looked at the tragic situation around him, and said, "The Taiping Sect is destroyed, but it is still a fierce place here, I am afraid that everyone will need to take action to cross the ghost qi and those corpses."

"What my nephew said is very true, let's just do it together."

The four factions shot together, and with the follow-up disciples of the various factions, it was no less than a large-scale water and land conference.

It took three days, and while it was exceeded, there was also Uncle Nine who led people to change the feng shui, which made Fengmen Mountain clear the clouds and brightened a lot.

If you just want to regain popularity, you don't know how many years it will take.

Maybe twenty years, or more.

After the various factions dealt with the matter, they also began to say goodbye one after another, and it is worth mentioning that their attitude towards Zhang Ziyu was raised to the point of being raised to the point of being even half a level higher than their peers, and their goodwill was full.

Not to mention anything else, this strength, this talent, within two generations of Maoshan heads, is definitely him, and friendship is a must.

The crowd dispersed, and Maoshan gradually dispersed.

The same is true for Shi Jian, this time it was a lot of excitement for him, and he didn't really want to stay here.

It's just that he just wanted to leave, and suddenly Zhang Ziyu stopped him.

"Master is slow, Ziyu has something to say."