Chapter 253 Four Eyes Knows Nothing About Thunder Magic

Shi Jian looked disdainful, the arc in his hand lit up, and he punched out, a huge lightning flew out, and the dozen mummies that rushed in front of him were directly burned to ashes.

The thunder and lightning were brilliant, and immediately opened the eyes of Longhu Mountain, Zaoge Mountain and Lotus Buddhist Sect.

I have heard that Maoshan’s senior brother Shi Jian’s thunder method is rare in the world. Now seeing it, I can’t help but feel a little awed.

“Amitabha, let’s do it too.”

Master Yijie chanted a Buddhist name, suddenly glared, and made a seal in his hand: "卍"

A golden swastika was cast, using the Lotus Buddhist Sect’s ten thousand character seal method. When a seal was cast, the mummies also disappeared directly.

Zhang Zhanwu was a descendant of Longhu Mountain. He held a peach wood sword in his hand, with a seal on it. When he slashed with the sword, a sword energy like moonlight swept across more than a dozen mummies.

There are thunder spells in Longhu Mountain, but other spells are not bad, such as the Heavenly Master's Demon Subduing Sword.

Each faction showed its own methods and cut down the mummies that rushed to the ground. Although there were only more than 50 people and the number of mummies was several times theirs, those mummies had no way to disperse their camp.

Zhang Ziyu was also in the team. Seeing that there were quite a lot of mummies, he frowned slightly.

He muttered in his heart: "Too slow, it's better to do a large-scale clearing, otherwise there might be some accidents."

He glanced at Master Qianhe who was happily shooting heads with black and white double guns.

Well, the unlucky master is next to Master Lin, so it's not a big problem, so let's do a big one.

He thought, and thirty-six jade-like ten thousand bone swords appeared from his body. At first, they were only as thick as fingers, and they turned into one meter long and hung in front of him.

This scene made many people look surprised. What a powerful flying sword, how does the chief disciple of Maoshan want to kill the enemy?

Everyone focused on the same point.

Yes, in a sense, this disciple of Maoshan is the first of his generation, whether in Maoshan or other sects.

The first is always particularly eye-catching.

Lightning appeared in Zhang Ziyu's hand, and the arc of electricity moved like a silver snake, entering the Wan Gu Sword, adding a touch of brilliance to the sharpness of the Wan Gu Sword.

"Go"

Zhang Ziyu waved his hand lightly, and the flying sword shot out immediately, as fast as lightning, rushing towards the mummy with an arc of electricity.

The flying sword brought up a gust of wind, and flew past many monks for a while, and they did not react.

When he looked at the faint light suddenly, the mummies had been pierced by the Wan Gu Sword, and their bodies were burned by lightning, and they were almost turned into black ash.

In an instant, thirty-six flying swords came out together, quickly piercing many mummies, and no less than a hundred were cut down.

Lightning flashed continuously, and Shi Jian also noticed this scene, his face froze.

The disciple of Simu actually knows thunder magic, and he looks so good?

Shi Jian was confused. Zhang Ziyu stood in the crowd, with his hands behind his back, and the sleeves of his Taoist robe fell naturally. Although he didn't deliberately pose, he had to say that Zhang Ziyu looked very good, just like a sword fairy.

Shi Jian was a face-conscious person. Before the advent of thunder magic, he was the most prominent one, but now it was obvious that he was outshined by this nephew.

Humph, the use of thunder magic in this way is just taking advantage of the magic weapon. Simu knows nothing about thunder magic, and teaches his disciples like this.

"Puff"

Just thinking this in his heart, suddenly the thirty-six Ten Thousand Bone Swords suddenly fell to the ground, piercing nearly half of the ground.

"What happened?!"

Some cultivators changed their faces, thinking that Zhang Ziyu had something wrong, and they were about to come with magic weapons to help protect him.

Such a talent should not fall here.

However, just as they were about to leave, they suddenly saw Zhang Ziyu still looking calm, and the lightning on his body surged a little bit, and he uttered a word softly: "Explode."

As the voice fell, the lightning of the thirty-six Ten Thousand Bone Swords suddenly surged, and they were linked together into blue-white lightning.

"Rumble"

The lightning exploded instantly, like a crazy silver python running around in an area of ​​500 meters, and explosions sounded from time to time. All the mummies that rushed over were within this coverage. In an instant, they all turned into flying ashes.

The lightning was controlled lightly, and the Taoist priest was not hurt at all, but none of the mummies survived.

"Hiss, what a powerful thunder formation, incredible, incredible."

The people present were all knowledgeable. This move was not as simple as thunder magic. Refining equipment, formations, and thunder magic were all mastered. What luck did Maoshan have to find this disciple.

Shi Jian's old face twitched slightly. The slap in the face came a little too fast. Fortunately, he didn't say anything just now, otherwise he would really be embarrassed.

"Master, Master, do we have such a technique in Maoshan?"

Shi Shaojian was a guy with no vision. Seeing that this move was very cool, and his father was the number one in Maoshan Thunder Technique (Zhan generation), he naturally asked his father first.

"Bullshit, get out."

Shi Jian kicked Shi Shaojian and put away the arc of the Lightning Thunder Fist in his hand unhappily.

If there really was such a technique, he would still like to learn it.

But to be honest, Simu was lucky to have such a disciple.

Shi Jian was an extremely arrogant guy who would not easily bow his head, but now he also had a faint feeling of sourness.

Envy is envy, but fortunately this boy will not lose face for Maoshan.

"Uncles, the mummies have been cleared. Let's head to Fengmen Village as quickly as possible. We are afraid that great dangers will be there, so we must not be careless."

Zhang Ziyu took back the Ten Thousand Bone Sword and gave instructions.

"Senior nephew Ziyu, don't worry."

Everyone responded, although Zhang Ziyu was a junior, their words of respect placed him at the same level.

Seniority is seniority, strength is strength, maybe this kid will be the headmaster of Maoshan in the future.

Some thoughtful people have already seen the strangeness of Zhang Ziyu's leadership in Maoshan, but this is not the time to think about it.

Zhang Ziyu led people to clear the way, and the Ten Thousand Bone Swords guarded the left and right. When the mummy appeared and walked over, it was a heart-wrenching experience.

Although the mummies would still appear, it did not stop Zhang Ziyu and his party from continuing to move forward.

The more they rushed towards the depths of Fengmen Mountain, the more gloomy the surrounding environment became. The trees gradually withered and became as lonely as a mass grave.

A trace of red mist began to appear, smelling of blood, and everyone's brows were already frowning.

"The place is weird, I'm just afraid."

Before he finished speaking, suddenly at the end of the mountain road, red mist surged out and spread out in all directions, and a mountain village appeared in front of everyone.

The shrill voice suddenly sounded, piercing the red mist, as if someone was deliberately scratching the dry bones with sharp blood-stained nails.

Low roars and high-pitched terrifying screams came from all over. Looking at the red mist, rolling like clouds, upon closer inspection, there were actually moving figures with distorted expressions, terrifying and frightening.

"Hahaha, these five refining gods really think highly of a useless person like me."