Zhang San recalled the inexplicable vibration in his heart just now, and felt temporarily absent-minded.
"Alas, you, the five demons in the Luanmo Dojo, have done extremely bad things, which cannot be tolerated by God. Today, a fairy took action to kill you. Although he took your lives, he healed all your sins in this life. I hope you will be in the next life.
I can be a new person!"
Zhang San looked at the corpses of the five people and suddenly felt compassion for them, "Well, even though you have bad intentions towards me, I cannot be unjust. I will bury you today and send you to your grave for peace!"
After Zhang San finished speaking, he dug a big pit and buried several bodies. Of course, he also accepted the results of this time, the five Qiankun bags.
After everything was arranged, Zhang San bowed deeply to the sky.
"Thank you to the fairy for saving your life. I will keep it in my heart, Zhang San. I hope the fairy can show up and see her, so that I can go back and set up a longevity tablet for the fairy and worship her every day."
"Fairy, fairy."
After Zhang San waited for a while, he called a few more times, but still no one responded.
"I'm really gone." Zhang San felt disappointed for no reason.
"Forget it, I'd better hurry up and meet Momo, hoping to get some news about the fairy from him!"
Zhang Sanyuan looked into the depths of the red soil mountain range, where this vision occurred. The reason why this mountain range is called this is because it is said that this was the battlefield of an ancient war, and the endless red soil is
It was dyed red by the blood of countless monks.
While thinking about it, Zhang San set up the streamer, showing the posture of a golden elixir overlord, and headed towards the destination. The gathered monks were densely packed on the ground like ants marching.
"Have we arrived or has something unexpected happened?" Zhang San looked at the stream of monks in front of him, stopped and stood in the air, looking around.
At this time, although only one minute had passed, Zhang San's spiritual power was almost exhausted, and he did not dare to stay in the air any longer, so he quickly fell down, lest those golden elixir overlords would notice something was wrong.
At this time, many people gathered on the ground. Zhang San raised his hands and asked the monk next to him.
"Fellow Taoist, what happened? Why did everyone stop?"
"Alas, some masters have set a test in front of them, and those who are not in the golden elixir realm cannot pass it." The monk complained to Zhang San.
"It seems that us foundation-building monks have no chance." Another person next to him was frustrated.
"Oh, that's right." After hearing this, Zhang San felt a little relieved. If he had the combat power of the Golden Core realm, he should have no problem passing through it with the Galaxy Sword and the Void Art.
Zhang San did not rush to take action immediately, but quietly observed.
Unfortunately, although some people tried to move forward from time to time, they were all blocked. Just when Zhang San was disappointed, someone in the crowd shouted.
"Look, it's Senior Brother Chu Liao from Kowloon Holy Land. He is our leader in the realm of foundation building!"
"It's the leader again," this reminded Zhang San immediately of Cui He from the Luanmo Dojo who had just died. Thinking of this, Zhang San looked at him with some contempt.
Chu Liao seemed to be close to middle age. Although he was also in the foundation building realm, Zhang San's current spiritual sense in the middle stage of foundation building could not be seen through. Although he was standing in the crowd, his face was still dark.
But there was no sign of any strangeness, and every step he took seemed to be in a deserted place.
"It's quite impressive, but it's a pity that the Holy Land of Kowloon and our Holy One Sect belong to the kind of sects that never interact with each other until death."
Chu Liao's progress was stopped at this time. A layer of white curtain blocked him from the outside like a separation between heaven and earth. Chu Liao began to use various spells to attack the white curtain, but none of them had any effect.
Fa Jue went up without making any waves.
"It seems that the foundation-building realm is inaccessible. Even Senior Brother Chu Liao can't break through."
"Oh, it seems that we came in vain!" Many monks began to give up when they saw that Chu Liao could not make even half a step forward.
"Yeah," Chu Liao suddenly snorted coldly, and a ball of flame came out of his body and enveloped his whole body, turning into a burning man.
"Roar!" A voice that didn't sound like a human cry came from Cui He's mouth. He raised his head and roared, then a pair of fire hands directly inserted into the light curtain. With a pull of his hands, a passage was torn open and he stepped in.
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Inside that passage, there was a piece of blood-red land, which was the origin of this vision.
"Such a huge brute force," Zhang San was shocked when he saw it, but he didn't hesitate. He quickly drove the Void Art, turned into a stream of light, and followed closely behind.
At this time, the opened channel has not yet been closed, so naturally he will not let this opportunity pass him by.
"Who is this person? He is so treacherous!" Some people were angry.
"You are stupid, you didn't see that stream of light. This is a monk in the overlord realm. Do you want to die?..."
Perhaps Zhang San's speed was too fast. After entering the red soil, Chu Liao, who was already in front, felt something was wrong. When Zhang San just landed on the red soil, a flame shot towards him.
At this time, even if Zhang San thought about it, it would be too late to change the direction of the Void Art.
"Back off," Zhang San stepped back and held up the golden bell defensive weapon. Immediately, layers of golden light covered Zhang San's skin, blocking the oncoming flames.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang San also got away, Liu Guang went away, and put some distance between himself and Chu Liao.
Zhang San looked at Chu Liao who was still expressionless, as if he should be like this. He wanted to speak but didn't know what to say for a moment.
"What a boy!" Zhang San, who had suffered a secret loss, was heartbroken.
"Bang!" There was a sound of a golden stone falling to the ground. Only then did Zhang San realize that the mark of spiritual awareness in the golden bell had been erased, and after the golden bell fell to the ground, it slowly turned into a ball of golden water.
"After enduring that flame for such a short time, it melted!" Zhang San thought with some fear.
"This is Cui He's spiritual weapon. Did you kill him?" Chu Liao asked with some interest at this time.
"How do you think his wind body compares to my fire body?"
Zhang San looked at Chu Liao with a look of interest in his eyes, and then looked at the low-grade golden bell, a spiritual weapon that had turned into scrap metal. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth and said, "It doesn't matter. What, fellow Taoist, you have to do it for him."
revenge!"
Chu Liao was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhang San but did not answer, shook his head and turned around to leave.
Looking at Cui He's disappearing back, Zhang San also laughed loudly to remind him after his anger subsided.
"Fellow Taoist, you attacked me and destroyed one of my treasures. Although you were helpful in guiding me, I will return that attack. You have to be careful!"
Chu Liao still didn't respond, and his figure completely disappeared.
Zhang San also suppressed the urge to fight and took stock of the environment here.
From the outside, nothing could be seen inside, but from the inside, the outside was clear. Feeling the violent fluctuations of spiritual power above his head, Zhang San looked towards the sky again.
I saw a huge vortex of spiritual energy covering the top, running silently, and the white curtain of isolation was shrouded downwards from here.
Around this sky, visions caused by the gathering of various spiritual energies are revealed from time to time, with dragons and tigers fighting, and goddesses scattering flowers...
Zhang San was confused for a moment, "What kind of cultivation level do you have to be able to set up such a formation?"
And inside this whirlpool of spiritual energy, there were four artifacts emitting various kinds of luster, slowly moving through it, and their movements were unpredictable. After Zhang San observed carefully, he could roughly see them clearly.
"There is a disk, a bead, a mirror and a car pulled by a giant bird!"
"This mirror looks familiar, it seems to be Momo's!" Zhang San thought to himself, looked at it for a while, and suddenly shouted.