Volume 1 Chapter 652 Warlock Camp

Chapter 652 Warlock Camp

The saddest thing is that after the five sects came to the ghost disciple's lair, their deaths were accelerated. A group of unlucky people thought they would practice and develop together with the demon cultivators, but they didn't know that not long after entering the cave, the high-level warlocks were killed, and the low-level warlocks were killed. He was locked up and kept for the ghost disciples to practice and use slowly later.

Ghost disciples use people like objects!

Zhang Ao did a little counting, and now he saw fifteen Nascent Soul mid-level ghost disciples. He knew that the Ghost Emperor had some skills, and Yuanying masters could also give birth in batches. It was really scary.

Exit this cave and go into other tunnels. Similarly, the end of each cave is locked with an iron fence, and there are two Yuanying ghost disciples guarding the door. There are many people imprisoned in the cave, including ordinary Northland people, young women, and warlock sects. The strangest thing is There are still some demon cultivators imprisoned, thinking that this is dog eating dog, so we know the origin of the corpses of those demon cultivators in the corpse mountain in the hall.

After understanding the situation here, return to the first hall, which is the place full of corpses. There are four passages in the hall, and you have just walked through one. Now you need to explore what is behind the other three passages.

The exploration was quickly completed, and there was a huge cave behind each of the three passages. The largest one was empty, with some items remaining. In the other two caves, one had more than 2,000 demon cultivators practicing, and the other had more than 100 demon cultivators. The red-eyed ghost disciples practice by immersing themselves in the blood pool, and their cultivation levels range from the intermediate level of pill formation to the primary level of Nascent Soul.

There are no high-level Nascent Soul monks or above, and there is no Ghost Emperor in the cave. Zhang is afraid of releasing one hundred and twenty-eight God-defying snakes and eight shadow tigers. Kill them. There is no need to survive a group of scourges. They deal with the ghost cultivators below the level of Yuanying. Zhang Ao will deal with the ghosts above. He needs to refine their Yuanying to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Start killing from the blood pool first. Zhang Wei set up a barrier at the entrance of the cave to seal the cave. Then he showed the Fu Shen Sword and killed the Yuanying ghost disciples. The Fu Shen Snake followed suit. There were too few enemies and there were not enough for the snakes to divide. In a short time, After a face-to-face encounter, there was no one alive in the blood pool.

Zhang was afraid that he would seal the escaped Nascent Soul into the Golden Core Soul, and then release the Concentration Pearl to clean out the entire cave, even the weak Yin spirits.

Then he went to the Demon Cultivation Cave to kill people. He was not in the mood to identify whether there was someone who was killed unjustly. Being on the wrong team would be a major crime. They would all die anyway, so he would just kill them all. Finally, he went to the cave where the warlock was imprisoned. With his cultivation level, it was easy to kill more than a dozen Nascent Soul mid-level ghost disciples, not to mention the help of more than a hundred Fushen snakes. After killing them all, including those killed by the blood pool just now, the Jindan Yuanshen had forcibly sealed five of them. More than ten Nascent Souls.

Of course, the demon cultivators who carried the corpses were not spared either, and they were all killed. The problem is that killing people is easy, but the trouble is how to deal with the imprisoned people. There are ordinary people, monks, and warlocks. There are more than 3,000 people in total, especially more than 500 ordinary people. It is really difficult to take them out. They have to go through more than 100 meters of mud and nearly 100 meters of water. Lake water.

First save the ordinary people, all the villagers in the North. I don’t know that a group of ghost disciples slaughtered several villages and killed tens of thousands of people, but they still imprisoned more than 500 people, including more than a hundred virgins. It seems that ghost disciples value virginity very much when practicing martial arts.

A group of poor people were languishing, and Zhang was afraid that he would become the medicine king boy and give them life elixirs. Take a look at the remaining tunnels to get an idea. He collected the divine snakes and left eight shadow tigers behind. Then he released people into each cave and oppressed them with his own tyrannical strength. He also threatened the eight terrifying monsters and asked the cultivators to lead ordinary people out.

A group of cultivators finally had a chance to escape alive. Who dared not to obey Zhang Awei's instructions honestly, and after temporarily holding the ordinary people's breath, they rushed out with one person each.

Zhang Tianfang was a little bored on the lake, and suddenly he noticed that the water under his feet was surging, and then he saw cultivators appearing one after another. There were more than 500 people, and each of them hugged an ordinary person. As soon as this group of people came up, some of them wanted to run away and flew away with all their strength. Zhang Tianfang didn't care about them, he just killed them with his sword. After killing two people easily and shocking the other cultivators, the group of people finally stopped at the lakeside.

Although Zhang Tianfang didn't know what was going on below, he could still tell the difference between cultivators and ordinary people. After controlling these people with tyrannical force, he waited quietly for Zhang Wen to appear.

More than 3,000 people were rescued from dire straits, regained their hope of life, and cooperated with him very much. These people also thought that no matter what happened, they would not be as miserable as they were at the bottom of the lake, waiting to be killed.

After a while, Zhang Wen emerged from the water with eight shadow tigers. In the short time he spent, he refined all the corpses below, destroyed all the magic circle barriers, and then came out.

Looking at the crowd of people, Zhang was afraid that he was not in the mood to take care of them. Be it monks or warlocks, they were a group of low-level cultivators. The ones who could make the decisions were their sect masters, elders and others. They were not even considered subordinates. What's more, after going through this ordeal and walking on the edge of life and death, I will definitely remember this ordeal in the future and never dare to act recklessly again. He said lightly: "Let's go."

Zhang Tianfang was puzzled: "Let them go?"

"If you don't want to go, will you take it with you?" Zhang Ain asked him. Zhang Tianfang quickly shook his head, turned around and shouted: "Hurry up, do you hear me?"

A group of cultivators are confused about the situation, but since they are allowed, run away quickly, life is always precious! Everyone fled in all directions with a bang, and soon they were gone.

There were still about 500 ordinary people left in front of the three people, who looked around hastily and panicked. Zhang Ain took out the carriage made of five immortal trees and said: "Get in the carriage and take you home."

The whole process was a bit chaotic. More than 500 people came from more than 20 villages. It was impossible to send them back one by one. Even if they were sent back, the village would be empty. They were simply taken to the nearest village, and after distributing a large amount of food, they were left to fend for themselves. No one can take care of others for a lifetime. All Zhang Pa can do is provide food so that you can eat well until next year, but the days to come still depend on everyone to live on their own.

After settling the people, the three left. They put away the carriage and the shadow tiger and continued to track the traces of the ghost disciples. Although their nest was destroyed, the biggest danger still exists. The ghost emperor is not dead, and the top ghost disciples are also there. There was a massacre at the bottom of the lake, and even the high-level ghost disciples of the Nascent Soul were not encountered. I don’t know where they ran away.

Song Yinglong said that all the sects of Hantianmen gathered together. I think there should be more than 100,000 warlocks. I saw the bodies of two battlefields a few days ago, and there were only more than 1,300 people in total. Where are the rest of the warlocks?

The three continued to fly east to search, flew over the lake, crossed the Lie Mountain, and finally found the warlock’s base camp. On the endless grassland, there were endless tents, three layers inside and three layers outside, stretching to the horizon.

As soon as the three people appeared, three teams of sorcerers flew towards them. One team had six people, and three teams had eighteen people standing in three battle formations to surround them. As long as they found something wrong, six people could deal with one person and launch an attack immediately.

Zhang Pa stopped flying, and Zhang Tianfang didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, so he stopped with Fang Jian.

The sorcerers flew close and scattered, more targeted and aggressive than before. Zhang Pa didn't care and chuckled, "We have no ill intentions."

The eighteen sorcerers looked serious and nervous, and the first one shouted, "What are you doing here?" Because the skills of sorcerers and cultivators were not the same, they couldn't tell the depth of Zhang Pa's three people's cultivation, so they dared to shout loudly.

Zhang Pa said, "Keep your voice down, we are not deaf, who has the final say here?" The eighteen people in front of him were only at the top of the foundation building level, so there was no need to talk nonsense with them.

The faces of the eighteen people changed, and they all took attacking postures at the same time. The man who spoke shouted again: "Which country are you three from? What sect are you from? Hurry up and report it."

Zhang Tianfang was a little impatient, but he knew there was no need to get angry with a group of low-level cultivators. He waved his hand and said: "Call a Yuanying stage cultivator here. What can I say to you?"

At this time, Zhang Pa suddenly shouted: "Yu Yuan, come here." He released his Yuanshen and scanned the warlock camp. He found a familiar breath inside and remembered that it was Yu Yuan from Shuiyue Sect.

With his shout, more than a hundred Jindan warlocks flew out of the distant camp in an instant, swarming towards this side, including Yu Yuan.

After the group of people flew over, an old man frowned and said, "Where did you come from, young boy? This is not a place for you to make noise. If you know what's good for you, leave now."

After he finished speaking, a bitter cold scholar flew out from the crowd. He was wearing a long green robe, with a white face and tied hair. He was a high-level Jindan cultivator. He looked at him with a look of surprise and doubt: "Are you Zhang Daoyou?" He looked at Zhang Tianfang and Fang Jian, turned around and said to the old man: "Uncle Bian, these three are my friends. We killed the enemy together when the monsters were causing trouble."

The old man glanced at the three people and snorted coldly: "Be careful in the future, don't shout without respect." He flicked his long sleeves and flew back to the camp with his people. Seeing that the three people really knew their elders, the eighteen low-level sorcerers clasped their fists and left, leaving Yu Yuan alone.

Zhang Pa didn't care about the attitude of this group of people. He was far worse than Master Han Tian. He smiled and said, "It's fate to meet you, Daoist friend Yu Yuan. How are you these days?"

Yu Yuan shook his head: "What's good or bad? What are you doing here?" Then he said, "Hello, Senior Zhang." The story of the number one man in the world has spread to the north, and he has heard about it.

When the monster beasts met, Zhang Pa had not yet formed a baby, but Yu Yuan treated him very well. He was not as arrogant and hostile as other sorcerers, and they had a good impression of each other. Zhang Pa asked with a smile: "Don't call me senior, it makes me uncomfortable. How come you still have a high level of cultivation?"

Yu Yuan was a little restrained. To him, the top level of cultivation was as high as a legend. He didn't expect that someone he knew could have achieved it. He replied respectfully: "My disciple is dull and has made no progress after years of hard practice. May I ask why you are here?"

Zhang Pa said: "To kill the ghost disciple." He repeated again: "Don't call me senior, just call me as before." Yu Yuan thought about it and smiled: "It's better to obey than to be respectful. We can fight side by side again." He gestured to the three people to stop talking, and then asked: "Do you have a grudge against the ghost disciple?" No matter how nice it sounds, the few people have only met once. If he doesn't ask carefully, he will always be a little worried.

Zhang Pa fell to the ground and replied: "Yes, it's a big grudge!" Zhang Tianfang was ambushed by the ghost disciple and almost died. How could he not have a grudge? He even wanted to skin the ghost emperor alive, and said hatefully: "If the ghost emperor doesn't die, I will hunt him down for the rest of my life."

Only Fang Jian had a calm expression and didn't speak.