Volume 1 Chapter 661 Black Smoke

Chapter 661 Black Smoke

The four of them came together to look for the Ghost King. Wuwang left in anger when he found a sea of ​​blood. Zhang Pa and the other two never knew what happened and had no chance to ask. Now it seems that it should be related to Cheng Ji.

Wuwang asked, "Did you see clearly?" He was asking about the corpse. Zhang Pa and Fang Jian nodded, and Zhang Tianfang asked, "What did you see clearly?"

Wuwang did not explain to Zhang Tianfang. After a while, he said slowly, "That sea of ​​blood was not the work of the Ghost Disciple."

"What sea of ​​blood?" Zhang Tianfang asked again. What he said was irrelevant. Was the monk possessed by a demon?

He didn't understand, but the other two did. Zhang Pa asked, "Isn't it the work of the ghost disciples?"

"From the surface, it looks very similar. If you don't look carefully, you won't find any problems, just like this corpse." The big monk turned the topic back to the corpse. Zhang Tianfang still didn't understand and shouted, "What are you talking about?"

Fang Jian pulled him, "Don't make a fuss. I'll explain it to you later."

Wuwang looked at Zhang Tianfang and whispered, "The ghost disciples use the blood sea to refine the soul to enhance their strength and absorb all the blood. After losing the blood, the fresh blood will become dead blood, leaving only the smell of death, and it is no longer useful. But the blood sea you and I saw was not made by the ghost disciples. On the surface, it seems that the blood has been absorbed, leaving only the dead air, and even the green grass covered by the blood sea has withered. In fact, there is a little difference. If you have seen the real blood sea, you will find the difference."

The monk turned the topic back to the blood sea. Anyway, he couldn't understand it, so Zhang Tianfang simply squatted down to look at the corpse and ignored what they said.

Wuwang said slowly, "The blood sea we saw was about 6,000 meters long and wide, with countless withered and yellowed grass leaves soaked in the blood. The real blood sea is not like that. After refining the blood, there is nothing in the blood sea, not even grass leaves. All life will be refined along with the blood, leaving only a piece of red dead blood, which will not disappear for a long time."

"Master, are you saying that the blood sea we saw last time was fake?" Zhang Pa asked.

"It is a real blood sea, and it was really refined, but the skills are different. The ghost disciples will refine the life of the grass leaves, while the blood sea is just a simple refining of the blood vitality of the blood, and the rest is not damaged, so the blood sea was not made by the ghost disciples." Wuwang explained.

"Is there anyone else who knows the blood refining technique?" Zhang Pa asked, thinking of the several corpses related to Cheng Ji, and he couldn't help but doubt it.

Wuwang did not answer this question, but thought for a long time and asked him back: "Who do you think did it?"

"I don't know." Zhang Pa shook his head slowly. A Yuantong has already appeared. Will there be another Cheng Ji?

"No need to know, find Cheng Ji and ask him to clarify." Wuwang gave a conclusion.

They all suspected Cheng Ji, but their starting points were different. Wuwang was suspicious because he saw the sea of ​​blood. He suspected all Buddhist practitioners, including Cheng Ji; Zhang Pa was suspicious because he saw the corpse of the Yuanying being extracted. After combining the two reasons, Wuwang was sure that it was Cheng Ji's doing, but he didn't dare to believe it in his heart. Could it be that there was another scum in Buddhism?

But he could see the clues from the sea of ​​blood, but Zhang Pa and the other two couldn't find the reason. Fang Jian listened to the words for a long time and kept calculating in his mind. Master Wuwang said that the sea of ​​blood they saw was different from the blood sea left after the ghost disciples' blood refining. If it was just different, why did the master leave in anger? Unless it is confirmed to be related to Buddhist practitioners, or even Cheng Ji. So he interrupted and asked, "Master, what's in the sea of ​​blood?"

Wuwang pondered for a moment and then said, "You are not Buddhists, so you can't understand. There is a lotus seal hidden in the sea of ​​blood. It is unconsciously imprinted by masters who have practiced Buddhist skills for a long time. It's like you play with swords every day, and you will show a few moves when you draw the sword. It's also like you write every day, always writing a few words, and when you pick up the pen again, you will subconsciously draw those words when your mind is not thinking. The lotus is the same. That person must be meditating when refining the sea of ​​blood. The first item of Buddhist meditation is to observe the heart through the nose and mouth, and the five senses are facing the sky. At the same time, the lotus seal is used to fix the lower body. It is a habitual action. After the blood is refined, the lotus seal remains in the sea of ​​blood. In order to avoid insulting the reputation of Buddhists, I purify the sea of ​​blood."

Zhang Pa thought about it and thought it was possible. He always liked to slap his palms with a black folding fan recently. In fact, it was a subconscious action most of the time.

Master Wuwang continued, "I thought it was the Buddhist who did this shameful thing, so I left in a rage and went to ask the Buddhists in the north to find out, but after a long search, I only saw a few Buddhist disciples, not a single Buddhist, so I had to come back, and then I saw this corpse and followed you."

There is no need to say more about the rest. After Zhang Pa's narration and his own judgment, Wuwang has already identified Cheng Ji as the biggest suspect.

Zhang Pa thought about it and said, "Cheng Ji can be put aside for now. Finding the Ghost King is the most important thing." Then he told Miao Fa and Xiang Lin about their injuries.

Wuwang said, "No wonder you can't find Senior Brother Xiang Lin. Let's go. I'll accompany you to kill the Ghost King first, and then find Cheng Ji."

So the four of them came together again and searched for the Ghost King frantically.

There were more than 200,000 sorcerers in the north who acted with them. Especially Master Hantian, after hearing that the ghost formation in the valley was broken, he breathed a sigh of relief, and finally avoided huge casualties. In any case, most of the sorcerers in the north have some connection with her. So the order was passed down to continue tracking down the whereabouts of the Ghost King.

Then the five top-level sorcerers issued an order, "Search!" They didn't believe that the sixteen ghost disciples could set up a large formation again.

This time, it was easier to find the ghost disciples. The lake bottom nest was destroyed, the valley ghost formation was broken, and the ghost king was seriously injured. In order to protect the ghost king from being destroyed, the sixteen ghost disciples could only take him to hide.

Seeing the intensive search of the sorcerers, Zhang Pa was a little worried. What if they were forced to the south by the enemy? The strength of Yue and Song was not enough. So he worked harder to track and search.

After all, more people means more work. From the second day, he received news about the Ghost Emperor one after another, at the cost of one sorcerer after another dying. When those people found the Ghost Disciple, it was the end of their lives. The strength of the top-level Ghost Disciple should not be underestimated.

However, the low-level sorcerers did not die in vain. The overall search of the sorcerers was very intensive. If the number of sorcerers in a certain place decreased, there would be problems in that place, so it was easy to track the Ghost Emperor.

As soon as he got the news, Zhang Pa and his four men ran towards the accident area and successfully intercepted the Ghost Disciple in the evening of the third day. Sixteen Ghost Disciple fled north with a huge white egg. Perhaps because they were worried about hurting the big egg, they flew very slowly. No wonder they were discovered by low-level sorcerers.

When the sixteen top-level sorcerers saw Zhang Pa, their bloodshot eyes were now red as fire. If it weren't for this bastard, they wouldn't have fled in such a miserable state. Six of them flew over to attack him. Four other ghost disciples attacked Master Wuwang, Zhang Tianfang, and Fang Jian.

Zhang Pa didn't rush to attack. He flashed and chased to the vicinity of the big egg, wanting to see what the ghost disciples were nervously guarding. Was it the Ghost Emperor?

When the ghost disciples found that he was in front of the egg, one of them immediately came to fight him desperately. The sky suddenly turned dark in this area, and black smoke covered the earth, and it was pitch dark. Zhang Pa used his spiritual sense to scan and found that the black smoke was full of ghost disciples' auras, and they were all the auras of top-level ghost disciples. There were even countless such auras around him.

Zhang Pa knew that something was wrong, and had no time to look at the big egg. He jumped back, but with his speed, he couldn't fly out of the black smoke. He thought, "What kind of weird thing is this?" With a thought, layers of protective shields protected his body, and a huge hard iron knife stood in front of him. This mountain-splitting weapon was much stronger than a shield.

At the same time, he released the calming beads, which were the best for restraining ghosts.

As the black smoke filled the earth, Wuwang shouted, "Monster." The Buddhist beads on his chest popped out, revealing a tall golden Buddha, which protected his whole body and walked into the black smoke. There were originally two ghost disciples who attacked him, but the big monk was so powerful that he ignored the two and focused his attention on the big egg. While observing the big egg, he circled around to avoid the attacks of the two. At this time, black smoke appeared, and he didn't hide anymore, but released the Buddha treasure to attack actively.

Zhang Tianfang had seen Wuwang use this big Buddha and knew it was very strong. He was now in danger of being killed by the ghost disciples. Fortunately, there was only one person chasing him, and fortunately, there was a ghost knife desperately protecting the master, otherwise he would have died long ago. Seeing the big Buddha appear, he dived in and complained, "Why didn't you take out this treasure earlier?" Then he rubbed his palms together, and two golden swastikas flew out from his palms, one circling around his body, and the other flew into the air and grew bigger. The two swastikas were in opposite directions, echoing each other, much like two spinning tops, except that this gyroscope would grow bigger.

The swastika in the air turned faster and bigger, like a sun rising in the black smoke. Although it could not spread light everywhere, wherever the golden light hit, it would be illuminated.

Among the four, Fang Jian was the most embarrassed. He thought of defeat before winning, and retreated before attacking. He was not good enough in cultivation, and he had no magic weapon to resist the strong enemy. He was running away from the ghost disciples since they attacked.

Zhang Pa knew his situation, of course he would not let him be bullied, so he released the black bird spirit early and ordered it to fly over to help.

Fang Jian was a smart man. He knew that he would encounter endless masters of all kinds with Zhang Pa. He didn't want to be a burden, nor did he want to die, so he kept practicing his body skills. Years of hard training finally came in handy at this moment. It was barely of some use. With the help of the black bird, although he escaped in a mess, he was able to save his life and even fight back appropriately.

Ten ghost disciples came to kill him, one attacked Zhang Tianfang, one attacked Fang Jian, two attacked Wuwang, and the other six chased Zhang Pa. Zhang Pa couldn't see in the black smoke. His spiritual sense searched everywhere and found powerful enemies. When he was guessing and distinguishing, a white skull opened its mouth and bit at him.

He couldn't see what it was, but he knew that something was attacking him. He stabbed forward with his right hand, and the Fushen Sword suddenly appeared. Then he heard a clang, and the Fushen Sword was bitten by the skull.

In the darkness, the Fushen Sword was controlled. Zhang Pa turned his wrist and the blade stood up. The sound of snapping sounded one after another, and the skull's full teeth were cut open.