Chapter 257: Taiping Sect Is Destroyed

The strange old monk was actually more powerful than the other gods and ghost kings present. He was already in the advanced stage of god training, and Chuyang Shen might even be a strong man who could condense his soul.

But isn't that Maoshan disciple just building the foundation? Even though he is extremely talented, how can he achieve this level?

Ask yourself, there are not many people here who can do this.

For a moment, everyone slowed down a bit. The ghost kings wanted to retreat, while Zhang Zhanwu and Zhan Xing were worried about Zhang Ziyu.

The outcome of this sword attack may have already determined the direction of this battle.

The sword light dissipated, and Zhang Ziyu and Gui Buddha stood face to face, less than ten meters apart. Gui Buddha clasped his hands together, and Zhang Ziyu stood with his sword in hand.

"The little Taoist priest is great, but the old monk lost, hahaha."

After the ghost Buddha said these words, his figure suddenly became erratic, turned into a black smoke, and flew away from this place quickly, not daring to stay for a moment.

Zhang Ziyu did not chase him. He swayed slightly and immediately quit the state of asking for help.

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

Zhang Ziyu cursed in a low voice, but his expression was anything but relaxed. Uncle Jiu immediately came over to protect him: "Ziyu, how are you?"

"Half of a victory, but the old guy doesn't seem to have used his full strength."

Zhang Ziyu glanced at the ground opposite. A sleeve of his cassock was lying on the ground. Along with the cassock was a small pool of blood glowing with black light.

Uncle Jiu's eyes were filled with surprise. He sighed and said, "It's okay. It's unprecedented for you to be able to fight like this with such a master. That old monk is probably the same cultivator as your master." for the character.”

Uncle Jiu was shocked and scared. If something had happened to Zhang Ziyu just now, he would be the sinner of Maoshan.

In the past hundred years or even hundreds of years, the most talented disciple has died here, and Maoshan's future may be cut off here.

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

"Your injuries?"

Uncle Jiu noticed that Zhang Ziyu didn't seem to be due to excessive consumption. His breath was slightly fluctuating and there were injuries on his body.

"It doesn't matter, I have the elixir."

Zhang Ziyu took out the rhubarb pill and the healing potion, drank it in one sip, and was mostly healed within a few breath adjustments.

"Uncle, let's do it."

Zhang Ziyu moved and rushed towards Shi Jian.

When he was dealing with the old monk just now, he knew what was going on. In the last move, he used all his strength, but the old monk turned to defense rather than attack.

Although the old monk lost half a move, he had no intention of killing him. Otherwise, it would be hard to say who would win the victory or defeat.

But now that the old monk is gone, it just solves the current situation. Next time he meets the old monk, even if he gets the first volume of the Dragon Elephant Golden Body, Zhang Ziyu will not be afraid of him.

After all, the speed at which he improves is not comparable to ordinary people.

Zhang Ziyu quickly attacked, and the half-ghost scholar was shocked: "How come you are Liao Chen's opponent!"

"So much nonsense."

Zhang Ziyu's thirty-six Ten Thousand Bone Swords came out together, and lightning suddenly appeared. Along with the power of dragon flames from the dragon snake suit, he directly targeted the half-ghost scholar and killed him.

When Shi Jian saw this, he was shocked. He was determined to kill the half-ghost scholar without losing face, and the Lightning Thunder Fist was already in his hand.

But the half-ghost scholar gave Zhang Ziyu a chance. The ghost claws came out with three arms, and he actually wanted to stand in front of him.

Thirty-six ten thousand bone swords couldn't pierce the old monk who was refining his body. How could they pierce this fragile ghost?

"Pfft"

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

He never thought that he, who was comparable to the Ghost King, could not catch a single move. The Ten Thousand Bone Sword danced fiercely, and in an instant, lightning and dragon flames burned the half-ghost scholar to ashes.

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

After Zhang Ziyu finished speaking, the person disappeared. Shi Jian struck a lightning and thunder fist and was stifled, almost causing internal injuries.

This kid's fighting ability seems to be much better than mine. Is he really old?

Zhang Ziyu didn't know that Master Bo Shijian had already doubted him. When he came to Zhan Xing, the green-faced ghost king almost jumped out when he saw it.

This killing star actually came over and killed the half-ghost scholar with one move. There was no place where it could stay. It immediately turned into black smoke and wanted to turn around and leave.

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

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

Zhang Ziyu sneered: "What's the rush? Are you rushing home to collect your clothes?"

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

The flying chains shot out from his body, immediately entangled in the black smoke, and after several restraints, the green-faced ghost king's true form was brought out.

"Let me go, I'm willing to join your Hyakki Banner."

"It's late."

Zhang Ziyu fired dozens of ghost-controlling spells in the air, and then uttered one word: "Suppress"

A large amount of the ghost energy of the green-faced ghost king was exchanged for energy and was extracted by the Feizhi Chain to supplement Zhang Ziyu's consumption. After the Ghost Controlling Curse flew over, it was continuously compressed and turned into black energy the size of a fist.

A porcelain bottle flew out of Zhang Ziyu's hand, he put it inside and suppressed it completely.

Not to mention that the establishment of Hyakki Banner is already full at this time, just to recruit such a fierce ghost king, I don’t know how long it will take to be sacrificed.

On the other hand, the resentment of the twins and Chu Renmei has been completely refined, and they have developed towards ghost spirits. They are extremely obedient, and their strength has reached the ninth level of foundation building. If they take one step further, they will become ghost kings.

And it was a ghost king transformed from a special evil spirit, so why should Zhang Ziyu go far away?

It would be better to give this green-faced ghost king to them to devour the ghost energy and further push them to become ghost kings.

Zhang Ziyu's means were fierce, and Zhan Xing was shocked: "Thank you for your help, nephew."

"Uncle, you go to clean up those remaining evil ghosts, and I will go to help Uncle Zhan Wu and Master Yijie."

"Okay!"

Zhang Ziyu's figure flashed and rushed towards Zhang Zhan Wu, but this time he didn't have the opportunity to make a move.

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

However, the person opposite them was a leader of a sect. If they were distracted in the battle and lost their fighting spirit, it would be embarrassing.

Zhang Zhan Wu made a decisive move, and the Tianshi Sword Art of Subduing Demons was slashed out with a sword, and combined with the thunder method, the headless ghost king was split in half.

Master Yijie flew out with a vajra in his hand and beat the female ghost king to death.

All the ghost kings were killed at once, and the ghost den formed by their ghost energy naturally began to dissipate. The red and black mist quickly dissipated, and the remaining evil ghosts fled in a hurry.

But where can they escape this time?

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

There are only 500 evil ghosts left, and a few soul refiners joined the encirclement and suppression. In just over ten minutes, they were all killed.

The only ghosts on the scene were the ghost soldiers summoned by Zhang Ziyu's Hundred Ghost Banner.

"Collect the Hundred Ghost Banner!"

In front of everyone, Zhang Ziyu directly gathered the hundred ghosts, with great ease, without any pressure.

If it were in the past, raising so many ghosts would probably cause some unnecessary criticism.

But Zhang Ziyu is different. First, he was born in a famous family and had inherited the Five Ghosts Moving Technique from his master. In other words, this is a regular army. Although it is 200 times five, it is still a kind of five.

Another reason is that the battle was carried out strictly. As ghost generals, the spirit ghosts are not bloodthirsty. Zhang Ziyu has no difficulty in controlling them. Obviously, they are all under control.

The third reason why no one criticizes is the simplest. Who dares to say that? You have opened your head and opened it up.

Although Zhang Ziyu is only at the eighth level of foundation building, his combat power is explosive, and Maoshan is the best in the world in protecting his shortcomings. He is ranked first in single combat and group fights. Who dares to say anything?

"Amitabha, the destruction of the Taiping Sect this time was all thanks to the help of Junior Brother Ziyu. Otherwise, if that old monk came out, I'm afraid we would all be defeated."

"Master Yijie is serious. We are all doing it for the sake of serving the people of the world and doing it in a righteous way."

Zhang Ziyu was humble at this time. He looked at the miserable situation around him and said, "The Taiping Sect is destroyed, but this place is still a dangerous place. I'm afraid we still need everyone to help save the ghosts and corpses."

"Junior Brother is right. Let's do it together."

The four sects worked together, and with the disciples of each sect who came later, the salvation was no less than a large-scale water and land meeting.

It lasted for three days. While saving the souls, Uncle Jiu led people to change the feng shui. Only then did Fengmen Mountain see the light and become much brighter.

Just to restore popularity, I don't know how many years it will take.

Maybe twenty years, or even longer.

After the various factions finished dealing with their affairs, they began to say goodbye. What is worth mentioning is that their attitude towards Zhang Ziyu was elevated to the level of peers or even half a level higher, and their good impression was full.

Apart from other things, with this strength and talent, he will definitely be the head of Maoshan within two generations, and making friends is a must.

When everyone dispersed, Maoshan also gradually dispersed.

The same was true for Shi Jian. This time he was quite stimulated, and he didn't want to stay here.

But just when he was about to leave, Zhang Ziyu suddenly stopped him.

"Master, wait a minute, Ziyu has something to say."