Hearing Qingyang's answer, Zhang Qing was a little silent.

During the five years of his retreat in Linyuan City, he thought that because of the fall of countless demons, Yun Mengze would be very quiet.

However, the speed at which the ghosts appear is still beyond the imagination of many people.

There are ghost doors in the sky above Mizuzawa, thousands of ghosts rushing out of it, and there are mountains that collapse, and thousands of ghosts are also raging in all directions.

Coupled with the ghosts that survived in the past few years, almost all of the entire Yunmengze have become ghost territories except for the monks in the place.

As a result, all the forces, including the Three Clans and the Lingyue Chamber of Commerce, were all annoyed.

But no one can do anything but send a large number of monks to deal with those ghosts, if they are not dealt with as soon as possible, when those ghosts grow up, it will be a disaster for Yunmengze.

Fortunately, the Zhang family has cultivated a large number of monks over the years, and they can barely maintain peace within the dozens of cities outside the island in the middle of the lake.

And the alien ghost in Qingyang's mouth broke this peace.

Just like among the monks, there are immortal Dharma inheritance monks, and among the Buddhist cultivators, there are 32 phases of Buddha cultivation, and similar special ghost things also appear among the ghosts.

That was the last few months that had only appeared, and there were only seven cases around the Zhang family, which had already led to the deaths of dozens of monks in the late stage of Qi cultivation, including even the disciples of the Zhang family's own family.

"The monks still have too few ways to deal with ghosts." Zhang Qing spoke, and then stood up.

The moment Zhang Qing got up, Qingyang felt as if there were endless flames in the void that wanted to burst out, overwhelmingly pressing towards him, and the terrifying oppressive force made it difficult to breathe.

As if suffocating death was watching him right in front of him, Qingyang had to take a few steps back to counteract the coercion.

"The family's immortal fire is already quite restrained for ghosts, and I heard that the damage on the Lingyue Chamber of Commerce is even more."

Zhang Qing did not make meaningless disputes in this regard, "Take me to the place where the accident happened." ”

The flight speed in the later stage of foundation building, it would not take long for more than ten miles, and soon Zhang Qing appeared in the middle of the village where only a place of ashes remained.

"The subordinates were worried that the news here would get out, so they buried it."

The village looked a little messy, it was the picture after being ravaged by the wind, and Qingyang didn't know how Zhang Qing should look for the traces of ghosts.

But it was clear to him the next moment.

The majestic divine sense searched all the traces within a kilometer around him inch by inch, and Qingyang also understood why this descendant son's body contained such terrifying coercion.

All because the power of the divine soul was too strong, and it was not at all that he could resist as a ninth-level cultivator.

At this moment, Qingyang really couldn't even breathe, and in Zhang Qing's mind, the intact appearance of this village was gradually formed.

The burning houses seemed to be all around him, and in front of him were seven skeletons with only one skin left on their bodies, and a breath could still make out the terrified expressions of their lives.

If the scene in Zhang Qing's mind is said, I am afraid that countless people in Yun Mengze will be shocked, because such a picture retrospective should not appear in the body of a foundation building monk.

This is the privilege of a golden lotus.

Zhang Qing 'looked' at the seven corpses little by little, and then six of those corpses in his 'vision' began to regain their flesh and blood appearance, and they ran in all directions, but the strange thing was that no matter how they ran, they were always in place.

The various spells around him were also regressing, and in Zhang Qing's 'vision', they were thrown out by those monks, and now they are tracing the trajectory of being thrown back into the monks' bodies.

Then, Zhang Qing saw a pitch-black mist.

The kind of existence that was now called a ghost mist in Yunmengze surrounded the six monks.

All the pictures were shattered at this moment, Zhang Qing's eyes were bright, and the fine cold sweat on his forehead appeared, obviously such an act also had a great burden on him.

But a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he succeeded, "I found them." ”

Zhang Qing looked in one direction, and the black mist reflected in his eyes drifted into the distance like a smell.

But the most important thing at the moment is not the ghost thing, a jade pendant appeared in Zhang Qing's hand, which is something that can directly contact the head of the family.

The changes that occurred after cultivating the Xuanti Forging God Determination to the limit of the foundation building period, Zhang Qing explained to the head of the family for the first time, 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 layer of the seventh layer of the foundation, Zhang Qing knew very well what the picture of being able to go back to a place in this cultivation realm represented.

Most intuitively, the success rate of his golden lotus planting has increased by at least 30%.

The jade pendant turned into powder and disappeared between his fingers, Zhang Qing looked at Qingyang, "You go back first." ”

After speaking, he ignored Qingyang's reaction, and turned into a flash of fire and flew towards the sky.

Zhang Qing was not in too much of a hurry, and he was moving along the black qi in mid-air, he was feeling such a feeling of being in control.

All in all, good.

"Ghosts are always just ghosts." After only flying for a few miles, Zhang Qing stopped and looked at the dark deep pool below.

A crimson flame leaped from his fingertips, then leapt from the sky.

The faint light of the fire illuminated the dark pool, and then, in an instant, the flames engulfed everything around it and expanded, even the water became its burning firewood.

Two terrible screams resounded in Zhang Qing's ears, and he saw two black mist struggling wildly in the surging red flames.

But no matter how much they roared, they could not 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 researched by himself, and it is the result of more than a year of comprehension after watching the purple gold bowl, naturally it is impossible for the ghosts who have cultivated qi at both ends to escape.

Ignoring the ghost's humane begging for mercy and swearing, two thumb-sized stones finally appeared in Zhang Qing's hand.

Unlike the ashes of ghosts after the death of ghosts in the past, the stone also gives people a feeling of coldness, and if a monk in the late stage of Qi cultivation wears this thing, I am afraid that it will be eroded by that cold qi.

And Zhang Qing could naturally feel the turbid qi contained in the two stones, which was the opposite of the power of the clear qi.

"Let's study Yun Yuan." Zhang Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling that this thing might not be ordinary.

When Zhang Qing solved the ghost, the Chihu Zhang family also entered a time of tightening on the outside and loosening on the inside.

Zhang Shenling and Zhang Shenxun sat opposite each other in the small courtyard, and next to them was a flame burning in the void, and the flickering firelight fell around, reflecting the nervous and determined faces of the two.