Chapter 64 The Monkey Attacks

The red-faced ghost raised his hand and killed Cheng San. No one on the ground dared to speak to dissuade him, and he crouched even lower. The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi who had made a deal with Cheng San was even more trembling. He knelt on the ground and did not dare to express his anger.

"Hmph! You're a useless piece of trash. You're still a second-level Qi practitioner after so many years. Your sacrifice is only worth a dozen mortals."

The red-faced ghost was still angry, and said to the people below: "The task given to you, if anyone dares to cheat in the future, you will pay for it with your own life!"

The remaining seven monks were kowtowing on the ground like pounding garlic, and said quickly: "Don't dare!"

Seeing everyone's panic, the red-faced ghost showed a hint of satisfaction. But the next moment he raised his eyebrows and suddenly looked towards the crowd.

"Oops!" Liang Yan thought to himself.

He boasts that the Heavenly Secret Bead can hide his cultivation aura, and it is impossible for the red-faced ghost to see through it. But Li Xiran next to him was not sure. With the red-faced ghost's 8th level of qi training, he might not be able to hide it.

Liang Yan naturally lowered his hands and leaned towards the storage bag on his waist inadvertently. If the red-faced ghost breaks out and attacks, he won't be able to just sit idly by.

But the red-faced ghost just glanced at the crowd in confusion, then shook his head and sat down on the futon again, seemingly not finding anything.

Liang Yan put down his hand that had already been on the storage bag, and he couldn't help but feel relieved. However, he glanced sideways at Li Xiran and thought to himself:

"This woman is truly unfathomable."

The red-faced ghost sat down in the middle, stretched out his hand and pointed at the middle-aged monk in green clothes and said: "After the last sacrifice, there are still more than twenty people left to sacrifice. You go and bring them out, and divide them into two parts with the people brought today." Eight groups, with no less than twenty people in each group.”

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi hurriedly responded: "I understand!" With that said, he got up from the ground and walked into a cave behind the red-faced ghost.

Not long after, the man in Tsing Yi came out with more than twenty people to sacrifice, and divided them into eight groups with all the mortals in the scene, and then asked each group to stand behind a brazier.

After everyone was in place, the red-faced ghost nodded and said:

"After the last sacrifice, my skill has reached the peak of the eighth level of Qi training, and I am only one step away from the ninth level of Qi training. If I can successfully sacrifice these people this time, I will definitely be able to break through to the ninth level of Qi training. , when the time comes, the 'Monkey King of Money' will be at your fingertips!"

The seven monks respectfully said in unison: "My lord, your magic power is boundless and you are invincible in every battle!"

The red-faced ghost waved his hand and shouted: "Okay, form a formation quickly!"

After receiving the order, the seven monks sat down cross-legged behind a brazier in seven directions, with their hands forming a spell in front of their chests, and chanting something in their mouths.

boom! The fire in the brazier in front of them was very strong. It was the same as the brazier Cheng San was thrown into before. The center of the fire showed a faint blue color, like eight will-o'-the-wisps.

The red-faced ghost also had a serious look on his face. He put one palm up in front of his chest and breathed out a stream of black energy. The black energy spiraled out and condensed into an oval arch in mid-air. As the red-faced ghost's magic formula changed, there was a faint sound inside. There was a sound of evil spirits crying.

After half a stick of incense, the red-faced ghost suddenly shouted loudly and pointed toward the arch in the air with one hand. The black air there suddenly began to surge, as if something was struggling to crawl out of the arch.

The red-faced ghost stared at the arch with his red eyes, his Adam's apple squirming slightly, and he looked excited and fanatical.

Chichi! Suddenly there was a numbing sound from within the arch, like a pair of sharp claws scratching across the heart, making people feel uneasy and uneasy.

Liang Yan secretly practiced the "Uncertain Mind Technique" and at the same time activated the Heavenly Secret Pearl to block the fluctuations in his mana. This calmed down his irritable mood. However, the seven monks who formed the formation were not so lucky, and they all showed pain on their faces. The color was so unbearable that some even left blood from their ears.

Along with this weird sound, the black air inside the arch became strong, and a ferocious ghost claw actually stretched out from inside.

Liang Yan was slightly startled, and when he looked carefully, he saw that the ghost claw was two feet long, and his fingers alone were taller than a person. There was a ghostly aura lingering on it, the nails were sharp and sharp, and there were streaks of black smoke rising from it, giving off a faint fishy smell.

After the ghost claw came out of the arch, it immediately started groping around, as if it couldn't figure out the direction for a while, and seemed to be looking for something.

Seeing this scene, the red-faced ghost's face became even more excited. He muttered strange syllables in his mouth, as if he was singing some weird song. At the same time, he struck out two palms in the air, and two balls of gray Yin Qi started from his palms and headed towards the ghost. Claw shot away.

As soon as this gray yin energy hit the ghost's claws, it immediately gave it a sense of direction. It seemed that it was no longer confused, and instead crawled out of the arch bit by bit, reaching towards the red-faced ghost.

This scene was very strange. From Liang Yan's point of view, it was not so much that the ghost's claws were stretching towards the red-faced ghost, but rather that the red-faced ghost was pulling the claws towards him. It's just that the speed is extremely slow. Half a stick of incense has passed, and the ghost claw has only reached halfway between the two of them.

He observed secretly for a long time and saw the red-faced ghost's eyes fixed on the ghost claws, seeming to devote all his attention to casting spells. I couldn't help but want to take action. He glanced at Li Xiran and saw that her expression was excited and no longer the dull look she pretended to be before. She was pressing one hand on the storage bag, and he knew that she was about to reach the limit of her endurance.

"If we join forces, I don't know if we can defeat this red-faced ghost under a sudden attack. But he is casting spells with all his strength at the moment. If we want to save these people, now is probably the best time."

Strange to say, he originally didn't care about the lives of these people. What he wanted in his mind was to use the opportunity of the red-faced ghosts and the group of monkeys to fight for the monkey wine to save his life. But now when I saw these more than 180 living lives with my own eyes, I couldn't help but feel compassion.

He asked himself that he was not a heroic warrior who wanted to be the first in the world, but it seemed that it would not be so easy for him to do nothing to save others and watch more than a hundred people lose their lives in vain.

Liang Yan sighed secretly in his heart and said: "Forget it, life and death are left to God's will!"

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and turned to look at Li Xiran. But just when he was about to remind Li Xiran to take action, he suddenly heard a roar coming from the jungle, which was so powerful and deafening.

Liang Yan and Li Xiran looked at it at the same time, and saw a huge ape swinging out of the forest. Its forehead was pure gold, and there were a few white beards under its mouth. It looked like a worldly old man, holding an ebony stick and staring at it menacingly. The monk in the scene.

Behind him were four much smaller monkeys, standing in pairs on either side of him. Their foreheads were all pure gold, and they looked at the red-faced ghosts with unkind expressions.

"The stick-wielding monkey in the middle has reached the early stage of the eighth level of Qi training. He should be what they call the Monkey King! However, its aura is still a little unstable, and it seems that it has not been long since it has just advanced to the Monkey King." Liang Yan thought secretly.

The red-faced ghost was also shocked, but he was at the critical moment of casting the spell. If he was distracted to fight against the Monkey King, all previous efforts would be wasted, so he could only grit his teeth and roar:

"Take the medicine quickly and form a ghost gate formation to help me delay half a stick of incense!"

After hearing this, the monks who were sitting cross-legged in front of the brazier showed a look of hesitation on their faces, but this look only flashed past. The next moment they made up their minds and took out a blue pill from the storage bag almost at the same time. Swallow it into your mouth.

After these monks swallowed the pills, their auras immediately soared, and they were promoted from the third level of Qi training to the fourth level of Qi training. Liang Yan secretly shook his head after seeing this. Such pills that forcibly improve their cultivation level in a short period of time generally have serious side effects. Some can even destroy their own Dao foundation, and the path to immortality is cut off from then on.

But these monks swallowed the pills so decisively. From this, we can see the strictness of the Corpse Ghost Sect. I am afraid that those who dare not obey orders will end up even thinking of death.

After the monks swallowed the elixir, their eyes turned red and light green smoke rose from their heads. However, they didn't seem to feel anything. At the same time, they raised their hands and poured a spell into the brazier in front of them.

The fire in those braziers surged, and streams of blue flames shot out from them, hitting the monkeys.

Seeing the rain of fire coming from the sky, the monkey king was not afraid. After roaring to the sky, he waved his giant stick and struck at the flames.

Although those blue fires were fierce, they were swept away by the Monkey King's ebony stick. They all staggered and scattered in all directions. Some were even knocked upside down and flew back. One of the blue fires happened to be hit towards a man who was sitting cross-legged in front of the brazier. A monk from the Corpse Ghost Sect who practices this method.

"Ah!" The monk let out a scream, no longer caring about the sect's laws, jumped up from the ground, and kept casting spells to extinguish the flames on his body.

But no matter how much he used up his spells, the faint blue fire on his body was still like maggots on the tarsus and could not be extinguished. In just a few breaths, the monk's whole body was covered in blue fire. He was rolling on the ground in pain and could no longer use any spell.

With his obsession for survival, he still crawled toward the other monk without giving up, stretched one hand forward, and shouted: "Senior brother, save me!"

The monk he called his senior brother saw a look of horror on his face when he saw him crawling towards him. He hurriedly pinched a few spells and hit him.

I saw streaks of black energy flashing through, beating the man until his intestines and stomach were broken, and he lay motionless on the ground. Only then did the "senior brother" reach out his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead with lingering fear.

When the blue fire on the ground gradually subsided, a closer look revealed that the person who had been hit by the fire had been burned to the point where no bones were left.