As soon as the swear words came out, Zhang Zhezhi's figure suddenly retreated into the air, and at the same time, the three flying swords in front of him also shot out, pulling out three rays of light and strangling the old man.

The old man was furious and shouted, "Be bold, the old man killed you." As he spoke, a sword light shot out from behind him, and collided with Zhang Philosopher's three flying swords, just a turn, and a series of sparks accompanied by a few jingling sounds, Zhang Philosopher's three flying swords turned into several sections and fell down.

Zhang Zhezhi made a shocked expression, suddenly sped up his speed, and in the blink of an eye, he had already flown out of the hundreds.

"No wonder you dare to be arrogant in front of the old man, isn't it just by relying on your speed?" The old man sneered, and also suddenly urged Zhenyuan, and chased after him.

At this time, Zhang Zhezhi had already flown behind the big net woven by blood silk, stretched out his hand and slapped it on the storage bag, and three more flying swords were sacrificed, and these three flying swords were three of the tiger kills.

The old man chased after more than 100 zhang, and suddenly felt that he was wrapped in an invisible net, and hurriedly entered the true yuan into the robe, and then the Taoist robe on the old man's body lit up, and a layer of orange brilliance appeared, covering his whole body together, and pushing out the large net woven by blood silk stiffly, blocking three inches away.

Zhang Zhe didn't expect that this old man's Taoist robe was also a magic weapon, and it could actually block the blood silk that was not as sharp as the flying sword. At that moment, he increased the urging of Zhenyuan, so that the blood silk tightly wrapped the old man, so that he could not break free, and did not even let him stretch out his hands and feet, and then pinched the sword technique, drove the three tigers to kill, and used all his strength to display the purple qi mad demon sword technique, and strangled towards the old man, and the sword light of the three flying swords staggered with each other was like a dragon.

Although the old man was wrapped in blood silk coldly, he was not in a hurry, sneered, his divine sense moved, and he urged the flying sword to meet Zhang Zhizhi's three-handled tiger kill. As soon as the four flying swords collided, a burst of fire suddenly lit up in the night sky, and a series of light and dark flashed, like a flower blooming in the night sky, extremely gorgeous.

Seeing that the old man was actually able to block his purple qi mad demon swordsmanship, Zhang Zhezhi knew that his attainments in swordsmanship were not low, unlike ordinary monks who only used the speed and sharpness of flying swords to injure the enemy, and there was no discipline at all, and this old man obviously had a lot of hard work in swordsmanship.

Seeing that the light shield outside the old man's body continued to expand outward, he had already pushed the blood silk more than a foot outside his body. Zhang Zheyi gritted his teeth, slapped on the storage bag, and four flying swords were sacrificed, and then bit the tip of his tongue, a drop of essence blood squeezed out, and sprayed on the four flying swords.

At the same time, he controlled seven tiger kills, coupled with blood silk and a tiger roar, so that Zhang Zhizhi's true yuan was like a rushing river, and in the blink of an eye, thirty percent had been consumed.

The old man never thought that Zhang Philosophy, a small ninth-level Qi refining cultivator, would be able to control so many magic weapons at the same time, this is not just a matter of true yuan, but it is necessary to have enough divine sense, and divine consciousness will only be transformed by divine thoughts little by little after the foundation is built, and magic weapons cannot last at all if they are not controlled by divine consciousness.

At this time, the old man was still entangled in blood silk, unable to cast a new magic weapon, and Zhang Zhizhi's flying sword was shot from four directions, and the only thing he could do was to withdraw the flying sword and protect it by his side.

When the old man's flying sword returned to defense, Zhang Zhezhi's face turned hideous, and he roared, and increased the true yuan, and the three tiger kills that were originally blocked by the old man's flying sword suddenly separated and divided into three directions to kill the old man. The seven flying swords simultaneously cast the Purple Qi Mad Demon Sword Technique, stabbing at the old man from seven angles.

The old man's flying sword only had time to block Zhang Zhe's four tiger kills, but it was slashed by the other three tiger killers in the same position on the light mask outside his body, and finally broke a gap in the light mask, and then a tiger kill drilled into it, and with a twist on his neck, the entire head was cut off.

As soon as the old man died, the light shield outside his body naturally broke, and the flying sword also lost control and hovered beside the old man, while the old man's body and head were wrapped in a large net of blood silk and stopped in the air.

Zhang Zhe pinched the sword trick, recalled the seven flying swords, received them in the storage bag, and then manipulated the blood silk to roll the old man's flying sword again, and fell to the ground together with the old man's body.

It was this short period of respite that seven tiger kills and a piece of blood silk consumed Zhang Philosophy's seventy percent true yuan, if he didn't kill the old man in such a short time, then Zhang Philosophy was facing the depletion of the true yuan, and his strength was weak, and in the end he would either die under the old man's sword or be captured by the old man.

Putting the old man's body on the ground, Zhang Zhe took the blood silk into the storage bag, stepped forward, first put away the old man's two storage bags, and then put the old man's flying sword into the storage bag, and then began to take off the old man's robe. This is a good thing, not only can it block its own blood silk, but also can block more than a dozen slashes from the tiger killing, and having this robe is equivalent to one more means of saving life.

Only the old man was left with a small coat, and the rest of the things were put into the storage bag, and then a small fireball was thrown, and the old man's body and head were set on fire. When the old man's body was burned to ashes, a little fluorescence suddenly flew out of those ashes, and a voice sounded: "The one who killed my disciple, Wu Tian of the Ancient Sword Sect." Then the fluorescent light flashed, and the lightning flew straight into the air, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Zhe was stunned for a moment, and blurted out and scolded: "Damn, I still have a phonograph system?" Fortunately, the master is smart, and the report is Wu Tian of the Ancient Sword Sect, but I don't know if there is an image system, if there is, wouldn't the master's be exposed? It's really fucking insidious, and it can't be prevented." Since it is very likely that his identity will be exposed, he simply doesn't think much about it, it's good how he loves, the immortal cultivation world is so big, it's not so easy to find himself, at least he has to pass the level of the Ancient Sword Sect first.

This place still can't stay for a long time, it's only more than 10,000 miles away from Guanluo City, maybe the demon king of the demon beasts will search around here after he returns. Thinking of this, Zhang Zhe sacrificed the flying boat, jumped up, sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat, first took a few pills, and while restoring the true yuan and removing the erysipelas left by the divine power Juyuan Dan, he then controlled the flying boat to fly high into the sky.

He was still very satisfied with this battle with Zheng Dong of the Xingyue Sect, this was the first time he had fought head-on with a foundation building monk, instead of completely using the means of sneak attack, let alone using the Ziling Old Ancestor's talisman sword, so he also knew where his pole was, and knew that he already had the qualifications and ability to fight against the foundation building monk.

If you can build a foundation yourself, then the monks below the middle level of foundation building should have few opponents of their own. Zhang Zhezhi made a more objective assessment of his combat power in his heart.

This flight flew more than 400,000 miles, and even he didn't know where he flew. He passed through many cities on the way, but he made a detour until he felt that it should be safe for such a long distance, so he landed on a lake deep in the mountains, and then carved a cave in the nameless mountain near the lake and lived in it.

After flying for so long, Zhang Zhezhi also felt tired, and as soon as the cave was cleaned up, a phantom array was set up outside the cave, and then he fell asleep, sleeping for three days and two nights in a row, and then he eased up.

When he woke up, he washed up briefly, took out the old man's two storage bags, poured all the contents on the ground, and rummaged through them. There are a lot of things, and it took a while to find a unique jade plaque, only to see that there are three big characters engraved on it, Xingyue Zong, and five characters on the reverse side, Zheng Dong, the director hall.

"Xingyue Sect, we are really destined. Zhang Philosopher muttered, smashed the sign with one palm, and threw it on the ground.

It took half an hour to clean up the old man's things, and he actually gained a lot of money, it is possible that the old man really went out to help the sect purchase things, and in his pile of things, he actually found two bottles of Zhuji Dan, a full twenty, and the rest There are some spirit grasses and spirit pills, as well as various refining materials.

During this period of time, Zhang Zhe didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his soul, so he estimated that Leopard San and Miao Yun were safe, otherwise they would always have some feelings, but I don't know if the two of them have returned to Yuanji Sect. I opened the spirit beast bag, felt the state of Hu Si'er, and saw that she was sleeping deeply, so I put my mind at ease.

After sealing the spirit beast bag, he sat down in the cave and began to adjust his body and mind.

Since he came to this world, it was the first time he was alone, there was Yunshan Lao Dao before, then there was Hui Ning'er, then Leopard Three, and then Hu Si'er, and he had never tried to wander outside alone. Suddenly, there were fewer people to chat with, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness, although there was Hu Si'er, but Hu Si'er would sleep for at least three years, so it could only be an ornament, and brighter was an ornament, sometimes it would come out for a few days, and sometimes it would not come out for a few years.

Of course, he never calmed down and looked back on everything he had since he came to this world, nor did he carefully recall the things in his previous life. For five whole days, he was immersed in such thoughts, until one day a louder shout sounded in his head, and he woke up.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Brighter standing in front of me, got up busily, bowed and saluted, "Master." ”

"It seems that these primordial souls still have some influence on you. Geng Liang sat down at the table and continued: "But the main reason is that your cultivation is too low, if you reach the advanced level of foundation building, you can completely refine the distracting thoughts in the Yuan Soul, and you will no longer be affected by the Yuan Soul."

You should practice here for a while, and you will be disturbed by those miscellaneous things all day long, where is the appearance of cultivation? This time, you have to go back after breaking through the foundation no matter what, otherwise the distracting thoughts in the soul will affect your mind, and even make you go mad. ”

After listening to the brighter words, Zhang Philosopher realized that he had turned around at the moment of life and death, and if it weren't for the brighter presence, he might have gone mad.