Zhou Jifeng was flying on a sword, after all. He was much faster than Zhang Jin who was running on the stairs.
When he arrived outside the Evil Sky Pavilion, he saw Mingshi Yin and Duanmu Sheng tugging at each other.
"This is bad, Mister Third, Mister Fourth. Is there a monster coming up? "
"Monster?" Mingshi Yin frowned.
He suddenly remembered his master's words. If the Grand Shaman Ba Ma wanted to do something to the Evil Sky Pavilion, he should have been carrying out a meticulous plan or conspiracy. Why did he suddenly come here? Was he that reckless?
"I'll report this to master. Third Senior Brother, go take a look."
"Alright."
Duanmu Sheng raised his Overlord Spear. He glanced at Zhou Jifeng and said, "Notify the others. I'll take a look."
"Understood."
The three of them went their separate ways.
Duanmu Sheng's expression was solemn. He held his Overlord Spear in a reverse grip as he ran down the mountain.
Before he was halfway there, he saw Zhang Jin who was also running up the mountain.
When he saw Zhang Jin's bloodless body and tattered body, he knew that something was amiss.
He brandished his Overlord Spear and thrust it forward.
He dove from above. Hundreds of spear shadows shrouded in energy shot toward Zhang Jin's face.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
In just a blink of an eye, he was in front of Zhang Jin.
Bam! Bam!
The spear shadows struck Zhang Jin's chest.
Sparks flew!
'It's so sturdy!'
Duanmu Sheng was shocked, but he was not afraid. He unleashed his energy and launched an earth-shattering attack. Bam!
Bam! Bam!
The effects of training under the waterfall finally showed itself.
Every spear strike landed on the same spot.
Zhang Jin retreated until he was sent flying.
The Overlord Spear's attack was ferocious.
Clang!
Duanmu Sheng was like a mountain god as he stood on the stairs with the Overlord Spear in his hand. He looked down at Zhang Jin who was sent flying. Zhang Jin rolled down the stairs. When he was a distance away, he suddenly straightened his body and got back up.
"Stand down." A dignified voice rang in the air.
Duanmu Sheng turned to look. He saw his master riding Whitzard in the air.
Soon after, Little Yuan 'er, Mingshi Yin, Zhao Yue, Leng Luo, and Pan Litian from the Old Age Pavilion appeared as well.
Lu Zhou looked at Zhang Jin with a slight frown. "Hengqu Branch's Grand Elder, Zhang Jin."
Mingshi Yin said,
"Wasn't he killed by Second Senior Brother?"
"Dead?"
The female disciples at the back were shocked.
It was a dead man?
The young female disciple was short-sighted, so it was normal for her to be afraid and worried when she saw this scene.
Leng Luo, Pan Litian, and Hua Wudao immediately thought of witchcraft.
Pan Litian laughed. "I've lived for many years, but it's been a long time since I've seen such witchcraft … Pan Zhong, summon Wizard Xu Jing."
Pan Zhong cupped his hands and immediately flew towards the north pavilion.
Just then …
The talisman on Zhang Jin's body floated down.
Hua.
The talisman began to burn.
However, the flames were very strange. They formed a purple circle in the air.
A voice floated out.
"Yu Shangrong has been poisoned by my witchcraft. He's dead for sure. If you're capable … come down from the mountain and fight me."
After saying this, the purple halo disappeared.
Leng Luo said as he hovered in the air, "The Sound Transmitting Talisman … He can even control corpses. This person's witchcraft arts are complicated. We can't underestimate him."
Pan Litian said, "Didn't you hear him? He's certain that Mister Second will die. I really want to smack him in the face. "
"Why don't you do it then?" Leng Luo prodded.
"Why wouldn't I?"
As soon as Pan Litian finished speaking …
Pan Litian stepped into the air. His body was shrouded in a layer of golden radiance as he dove toward Zhang Jin.
The gourd bottle gourd shone with a golden radiance and spun around him.
As expected of the Clarity Sect's greatest elite … No, as expected of the only old man with a heaven-grade weapon in the Old Age Pavilion, "Mingshi Yin praised.
Pan Litian dove.
Flash!
He held the gourd bottle gourd bottle with one hand. A fan-shaped energy shot out from the gourd bottle.
Boom!
Zhang Jin was expressionless as he was sent flying by the attack.
After sending Zhang Jin flying, Pan Litian frowned slightly. "The corpse has been strengthened by witchcraft … As expected, he's a witchcraft genius."
Hua Wudao nodded. "In terms of overall strength, this person is definitely stronger than an Eight-leaf cultivator … However, witchcraft has too many drawbacks. It requires a long time to accumulate. To be honest, I have a suggestion … "
"What is it?" Mingshi Yin asked.
"Let's ride the flying chariot together for ten days to eight months. His witchcraft won't be able to withstand it, and it'll collapse." Hua Wudao felt that his suggestion was reasonable and satisfactory.
This was also a method to counter the drawbacks of witchcraft.
If the other party intended to cast a net, they could just avoid it.
However …
Hua Wudao suddenly felt that the others were looking at him strangely.
'Did I say something wrong?'
When Zhang Jin landed, there was a dent in the ground where the wine gourd bottle had smashed him. Even so, he stood up with a numb expression on his face.
"It's just a slightly sturdier puppet. Watch how I'm going to flatten you." Pan Litian stepped into the air again.
"Don't be hasty. Take a look at the foot of the mountain first …" Leng Luo said.
The others looked at the foot of the mountain.
Under the night sky, a dense group of people advanced slowly.
Their bodies exuded a peculiar aura.
"So many of them …" Zhu Honggong exclaimed in shock, "Good heavens … Master, I think we should consider Elder Hua's suggestion!"
"Get lost … Can't you be more mature?" Mingshi Yin pushed him away.
At this moment, Buddhist Master Xu Jing arrived with dozens of his disciples.
They formed a neat square formation.
"Amitabha. I finally have the chance to repay Benefactor Ji's kindness." Xu Jing looked at the swarm of puppets at the foot of the mountain. "I've informed the other disciples to come here at top speed."
"You're a good man, old monk …" Zhu Honggong said with a smile.
"You flatter me."
Lu Zhou glanced at the puppets that resembled a swarm of ants and said, "Hua Yuexing."
Hua Yuexing flew to the front from the back. She bowed and said, "Yes, master."
"The skies are your territory. You have the Falling Moon Bow. Do your best … Take down the ringleader first." Lu Zhou rode on Whitzard and flew toward the Evil Sky Pavilion.
The higher one stood, the further one could see.
Hua Yuexing understood Lu Zhou's intention. She flew after Lu Zhou.
Lu Zhou glanced at the sky as well before he flew down.
Hua Yuexing slanted her body as she surveyed her surroundings.
She raised the Falling Moon Bow in her hand and drew the bowstring …
Whizz!
The energy arrow sailed through the air with a swoosh.
Especially under the night sky, it looked exceptionally dazzling.
Bam!
The energy arrow struck one of the puppets on the ground.
The puppet fell to the ground, but it quickly got up again.
"I have to take down the leader first … These puppets are already corpses. They'll crawl back up even if I kill them."
How could the others not understand this logic?
Any witchcraft cultivator with a bit of intelligence would hide and slowly control it. Who knew where he was now?
Lu Zhou swept his gaze across the crowd and said, "That's right.
"Elder Hua, just guard the Evil Sky Pavilion."
"Alright." Hua Wudao was not suited for attacking. He was naturally happy to be given the task of guarding his home.
Mingshi Yin asked, "Master, why are their bodies so tough?"
Lu Zhou replied, "Yes.
"The spellcaster absorbed powerful life force, created a blood pool, and re-infected and refined their bodies. However, this technique is extremely evil. The more puppets you control, the greater the backlash you will suffer. "
Leng Luo added, "He'll lose at least 200 years of his life."
"I've learned a lot," Mingshi Yin said.
"I don't care how sturdy they are. I'll kill as many as they come." Duanmu Sheng tightened his grip on his Overlord Spear. Energy swirled around him as he said, "Please accept my challenge!"
Lu Zhou nodded. "Go on."
Under his watch, these disciples would naturally not have any problems.
If Ba Ma dared to show himself, he would kill him with a Deadly Strike Card. All that was left was to clean up the battlefield.
With his master's permission, Duanmu Sheng seemed to have been injected with adrenaline. He immediately unleashed his Hundred Tribulations Insight and leaped down from the mountain with his 40-foot avatar.
"Third Senior Brother … You're as ferocious as ever!" Mingshi Yin was extremely embarrassed. This was also the reason he was unwilling to spar with his Third Senior Brother. Who could stand being poked and prodded every day?
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