When they saw the golden dots flying out rapidly, experienced monks knew that there was an ambush and quickly turned around and hid quickly.
Just when everyone didn't know what to do, all the monks in front fell down, covering the places where they were stabbed, lying on the ground and rolling around.
There were seven or eight monks on the ground, and their bodies began to turn black. It was obvious that they had been poisoned by some poison.
Yes, this is the black gourd that Zhang Mu upgraded into a spiritual weapon. It can shoot out hundreds of spiritual blades, which not only contains poison but also increases its power a lot.
The biggest advantage is that it can be self-generated. It does not mean that it can be used immediately after use. It will still take some time to recover.
Zhang Mu also calculated the recovery time of the black gourd, which is about half a stick of incense, so it can only be used once in this situation.
Although Zhang Mu knew that he couldn't use it now, the monks outside were so scary that no one dared to go in rashly, otherwise it would be bad if he tried it.
Look at the Indians on the ground. They are motionless and obviously dead. How can anyone dare to act as a scapegoat?
As the saying goes, people with more money cherish their lives more. This sentence is also true for immortal cultivators. After all, it has not been easy for them to reach their current level of cultivation. They value their own lives much more than ordinary people.
Everyone looks at me and I look at you, but no one dares to take a step forward, they are all fighting in their hearts.
Besides, Zhang Mu in the cave put away the black gourd with a smile on his face.
This situation was completely within his expectation. Of course, they couldn't give up because of this. Even if they dared to come in again, could he not have any other preparations?
After about a cup of tea, everyone knew that they could not consume it any longer. They didn’t know how many people were in the cave, but they must all be injured. If they waited too long to let the people in the cave recover, I’m afraid
It's even more difficult to get the treasure.
Seeing that everyone was silent, one of the older middle-aged monks said: "Everyone, you don't want to wait for them to recover. If that happens, we don't have to wait again. It's better to disperse."
"What are you talking about? If you think about the scene of killing monsters, you will know that the people inside must have treasures on their hands."
"yes."
...
The middle-aged monk saw that they all started to become active and smiled without leaving any trace. It was obvious that his conspiracy had begun to take shape.
"Now that we all know there is treasure inside, let's think of a way to stop wasting it."
Hearing what the middle-aged monk said, everyone couldn't help but start hesitating.
"this..."
The middle-aged monk said angrily: "Huh, I still want to seize the treasure, but I don't have the courage to do so. If you don't want to go in, then I will go in. If that's the case, whoever dares to compete with me will be Qing Yuecheng Song.
Everyone is right."
"Ah! Is he from the Song family?"
After hearing this, everyone began to change. It was obvious that the Song family in Qingyue City was quite prestigious, otherwise everyone would not have such expressions.
After seeing this, the middle-aged monk couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart. Knowing that his plan was already half successful, he couldn't help but said loudly: "Don't you think about it, if he still has such a hidden weapon, will he not continue to use it?"
Just when everyone wanted to argue, he continued: "Of course, you are afraid that he has hidden weapons, but that is because we are unprepared. Now we only need to release the shield, are we afraid that he only has hidden weapons?"
Everyone was excited when they heard it. Yes, it was just a hidden weapon. If you really opened up your defenses, what were you afraid of?
Seeing that the time was right, the middle-aged monk couldn't help but said: "Okay, those who want to go in can stay, and those who don't want to go in can leave. Don't play tricks. If you want to play tricks, I will definitely destroy his entire clan."
This sentence was quite powerful. No one wanted to leave, they were all thinking about the treasure in the cave.
"Yes, Senior Brother Song is right. There is nothing to be afraid of. There is no need to be afraid when the shield is released."
"Yeah, go in."
...
With everyone's cooperation, some monks who couldn't wait opened the protective shield and slowly walked in. Those who saw behind them also boldly followed.
After going back and forth, even the timid ones couldn't wait any longer, so they all walked in with their protective shields on.
Not long after, a colorful shield illuminated the entrance of the cave, and it began to slowly move forward.
At this time, the middle-aged monk showed a smile and said secretly: "A bunch of idiots!"
The monks at the front were quite worried at first, but after advancing a few meters, they saw that there was no danger, and they all boldly shouted: "Don't be afraid, there is no danger."
The middle-aged monk listened outside and couldn't help but said angrily: "Whoever grabs the treasure belongs to whom."
As soon as this sentence came out, the monks behind him were fine, but the monks in front wanted to curse.
I saw that the monks behind me didn't know what to do, they were all thinking about the baby, and started to push forward. The monks in front had a look of resentment on their faces, and they couldn't move forward if they didn't want to.
After advancing ten meters, they heard the sound of an iron weapon being struck on the stone wall. Everyone was in a panic, especially the people in front of them, who were about to cry.
I saw a spark flashing past, a rope being cut off, and a sound in the air, but there was an echo inside the cave.
The monks at the back didn't take it to heart at all. Since they were at the back anyway, they would die in front. Wouldn't that mean there would be fewer powerful enemies to grab the treasure? Thinking of this, he began to push forward desperately.
This time before, I couldn't bear it any longer, and they all yelled: "Damn it, I'll fight you again if you push me."
But the monks behind him didn't take it to heart at all. It's ridiculous. Is this threat still useful at this time?
However, just like this, the monks in front started to turn around and start fighting with weapons. This time it was considered lively.
Gradually, before many monks could react, their necks were scratched by an unknown sharp weapon, blood spattered everywhere, and they fell down unwillingly.
After a while, more than a dozen monks were lying on the ground. What a dramatic joke!
When the middle-aged monk walked in, he originally wanted to wait and talk, but he was afraid that there might be some danger inside, so he had no choice but to leave it at that.
"Okay, let's start fighting among ourselves before there is any danger. Will anyone die before the fight starts?"
This sentence woke up the people in the dream, all of them wiped away the blood and secretly screamed.
"Damn it, no matter what, if you kill my brother, I will fight with you."
Seeing that there was going to be a fuss over this incident, a person next to him grabbed him and said, "You are stupid. It doesn't matter if we are brothers or not. One less person means one less person to grab the treasure. Don't you think so?"
The monk who was originally angry nodded stupidly and said: "Yes, don't be stunned, go in!"
After hearing this, some monks couldn't help but shook their heads secretly. This had become too fast. It seemed that the world of cultivating immortals was really cold-blooded and ruthless. They would rather shed blood for the resources of cultivating immortals.
The monks in front also began to regain their composure, and put all their anger on the people in the cave. They took out some spiritual talismans and threw them out in front of them as if to vent their anger.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Mu had been leaning on the stone wall for a long time, watching the monkeys with a smile on his face. He was in a happy mood, and he didn't look worried at all.
The corners of Zhang Mu's mouth turned up, and he said with a smile: "It only takes a cup of tea, so you can taste the power of the black gourd."
After venting for a while, but with no results, everyone began to move forward.
After Zhang Mu heard this, he couldn't help but shrugged and sighed: "Hey, it seems you want to die early, you can't blame me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the monk in front took a step, suddenly raised his foot and screamed.
After hearing this, the monks behind knew that there was real danger, but they still had the same set of thoughts and had no intention of retreating at all. They still pushed forward desperately.
This time it was better. The monk in front was holding his feet and screaming, unable to stand firmly. After being pushed like this, he fell to the ground and let out a cry like a slaughtering pig.
Zhang Mu played with a golden blade in his hand and said, "Fortunately, there are still many golden blades, otherwise it would be dangerous!"
That's right, Zhang Mu buried hundreds of golden blades in the cave, just waiting for them to step on them. Although they couldn't be stabbed to death, even if the poison on them couldn't kill them for a while, it was only a matter of time.
After a while, more than a dozen people were stabbed, but the monks behind them walked over their bodies unharmed. It can be said that the people in front planted trees and the people behind took advantage of the shade, but it was a bit too unethical.
After Zhang Mu heard this, he knew that the time for the black gourd had come. He rushed out and pulled out the stopper of the gourd. He saw golden light flashing and hundreds of golden blades waiting for an opportunity to shoot out.
The monk who had just walked over was still feeling proud in his heart. After seeing so many spiritual blades, he was so frightened that he started to run back. However, there were many people behind him. It was retaliation and retribution was not pleasant!
Then, the dozen or so people in front all rolled on the ground. After a while, their whole bodies turned black and died.
When the middle-aged monk saw it, he was already thinking, he never expected that there was a hidden weapon, but why didn't the shield work?
How could they know that this was not an imitation spiritual weapon, but a serious top-level spiritual weapon? How could the shields of monks like them in the Qi Refining Stage be able to withstand it?
Just when the remaining monks were about to run out, the middle-aged monk couldn't help but let them go. He couldn't help shouting: "Don't mess around. He doesn't use hidden weapons now. He must have gone. Hurry over."
"Yes, rush over."
The person in front stopped running after hearing this. He turned around, held his sword and shouted angrily: "Damn it, I'll kill you." After saying that, he galloped towards Zhang Mu angrily.
Seeing this, Zhang Mu raised the corners of his mouth and said: "If you are greedy, you will not regret dying!"
I saw him swinging his spiritual sword suddenly, raising the energy in his Dantian, jumping up suddenly, kicking it against the stone wall, and shouted: "Huh!"
As the voice came out, a sharp golden light was seen coming. While the monk in front was still sprinting, his head and arms had been chopped off.
After Zhang Mu fired out in a sword-breaking style, he did not intend to stop. He stood on the spot and drew his sword from bottom to top, and saw a scorching flame coming over.