The monk noticed that his movements were becoming harder, as if he were no longer under his control.

He closed his eyes in despair, and finally lifted his sword and slashed it at his neck.

"Bang!" the monk fell to the ground, suddenly losing his breath of life.

The monk in mid-air was startled, but he also believed Zhi Yao's words and didn't dare to approach the monk easily.

Zhi Yao sighed, the monk chose to kill himself, because he didn't want to become a zombie and mutilate other monks.

Unfortunately, he was already infected, so it didn't work.

Sure enough, the monk's body suddenly moved.

The people in mid-air were startled and immediately became vigilant.

The monk slowly got up, and by this time only the whites of his eyes were left, and his face was pale and looked extremely terrifying.

"Attack his head!" Zhi Yao shouted at the man in mid-air.

The group reacted, and all sorts of attacks came towards the monk.

Eventually, the monk's body dissipated into the air with ashes, leaving nothing behind.

"Let's go help too!" The person in the lead finally trusted Zhi Yao completely at this time, and commanded the others.

"Alright!" the group nodded, and now they had to deal with the monsters first.

A group of people cast their own tricks and joined the melee.

And just like that, another day and a night passed.

It wasn't until dawn on the second day that Zhi Yao finally destroyed the last monster.

"Whew~" Zhi Yao let out a sigh of relief, even though her spiritual power was abundant, her spirit felt tired.

Those disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were all sitting in the formation at this time, completely ignoring their image, and their hair was messy and extremely tired.

The same was true of the later group of people, who had been taking pills to restore their spiritual powers.

It's just that seeing that Zhi Yao has never stopped, they secretly gave her a nickname, called "Monster Hunter".

A hunter who specializes in monster hunting.

"Let's recover our spiritual power first, this danger has not been completely removed. Zhi Yao returned to the formation and said to the disciples who had relaxed.

Everyone's hearts tightened when they heard this, but they didn't have any doubts about Zhi Yao's words.

Shi Shuzu said that there is still danger, then there must still be danger.

The group of disciples hurriedly sat up straight and began to seize the time to recover their spiritual power.

Yuan Zhan looked at Zhi Yao rarely, smacking his lips, Ye Daoyou's combat strength is not ordinary, and he hasn't seen any signs of exhaustion from her until now.

If anyone is her opponent, it is really unlucky.

Zhi Yao stood in the formation, looking at the mountains of corpses piled up around her, feeling quite uncomfortable.

Seeing that everything was fine, he suddenly suffered a catastrophe, lost the opportunity to ascend, and even lost his life.

Zhi Yao sighed lightly and came to mid-air outside the formation.

She released Xiaolian, intending to purify the resentment here.

After all, it is a monk of a city, and there will always be people who are unwilling to die here, so they will be resentful.

It's not obvious yet, but in a few decades, the city is likely to be eroded by resentment.

As soon as Xiaolian flew out, she flew towards the pile of corpses, quickly purifying those grievances.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Xiaolian returned to Zhiyao's sea of knowledge.

Seeing that Xiaolian was finished, Zhi Yao took out a large number of flame talismans from the storage ring and began to burn these corpses.

The entire Tufu City was in flames, and the foul smell wafted in all directions, quickly attracting the attention of the other monks.

Everyone was planning to come to kill the monsters, but when they saw this, they immediately sped up.

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