Chapter 155 Relying on the monument to ask the wind and moon

Chapter 155 Relying on the Monument to Ask the Wind and Moon

The man did not show any reaction to the arrival of Zhang Chong and others. He still sat there, drinking wine by himself. He looked at the sunset in the sky and sang loudly.

"The heroic shock of the sky in those years

Now there are flowers everywhere

Relying on the monument to ask the wind and moon

The dead tree jackdaw has a few sunsets!!"

The voice is more and more melodious, full of endless sadness. Zhang looked at the monument carefully, but saw three powerful characters written on the monument: Wilderness School.

"Wild school, is it possible that this place is actually the location of a sect?" Zhang Chong looked at this place curiously, but the island was not big. Looking around, it didn't take long to look at the island. There were traces of destruction in this place, but there were still no traces of people living there.

"In the next Zhang Chong, I came from the Yang world. I want to ask where this is." Zhang Chong bowed to the man from afar, but he didn't expect that the man was completely indifferent to his behavior. He still drank his own wine without any idea of taking care of Zhang Chong's people. That style seemed to be like air.

However, Zhang Chong was not angry. For some reason, he could feel a faint sadness on the man's body. Although this place was extremely dilapidated, it showed its importance to the man.

Zhang Chong looked around carefully again, but still did not find a second person. Although this place is a little small, it is enough space to station eight runes.

So, Zhang Chong gave instructions to the rune ship to come to the vicinity of the island immediately.

At this time, there is a color of burning clouds in the sky, which is constantly spreading. Between heaven and earth, it is shaking wildly. In the most dazzling area, a strange rune pattern is now in that place. The rune pattern presented a huge circle, with dense lines on it, shining one after another.

In this boundless light, a huge figure came out of that place, and then another one.

As more and more people came out, there was boundless pressure in that place. And Zhang Chong also felt a great danger in an instant.

"The array!!" He shouted. As soon as the eight runes arrived here, they immediately began to form a large circle. Where the golden light flashed, the eight golden locks formed.

And Zhang Chong led Liu Sheng, Huashan and others to fly up from the island. He looked nervously at the sudden emergence of a group of people.

As time goes by, the number of people in front of Zhang Chong is also increasing. In just a short time, there have been nearly a thousand people, and these thousands of people are still the strength of Jindan-level strongmen.

A thousand golden elixir strong men appeared in front of Zhang Chong, and this kind of pressure is extremely powerful.

The three people standing in front of them are even more Yuanying-level strong men. One of them looks sharp and has a square face, which is similar to the Wang Yunsong they saw before. However, compared with the dress of Wang Yunsong's royal brother, this man looks domineering. And his strength was shown unscrupulously. At a sight, it can be seen that he is the strongest of the three, and he has almost reached the sixth level of Yuanying.

On the far left side of these three people is a person who is very familiar with Zhang Chong, who is the Grey Raven Taoist. Among the three people, his strength is the weakest. He looked obedient, pointed out his fingers, and kept talking to one of them.

"These people should be the soldiers of Haige Island. Thinking that they have a battle array of a thousand golden elixir strong men, and they can come so fast, it is as if they appeared out of thin air." When Zhang Chong saw this scene, he was also not in a good mood. He didn't expect that as soon as he stepped into the underworld, he would encounter such a difficult bone. But their retaliatory action came so quickly.

"Many strong people have some good magic weapons. As far as I know, there are no more than five methods that can be used for space-time movement in known areas." Yue said softly in Xuanji's ring.

The number of people on the other side soon reached nearly 10,000, but except for the battle array composed of 1,000 golden elixirs, all the others were strong at the condensation level.

The two sides confronted nervously in mid-air, and on the island below, the 30-year-old middle-aged man looked up, and his eyes were at the location of the eight runes.

The shining light made the corners of his mouth rise gently.

"The eight-door golden lock array turned out to be the eight-door golden lock array~" He said this gently, and the hand holding the wine gourd also shook slightly.

Among the three Yuanying-level strong men standing opposite Zhang Chong, one of them is the island owner of Haige Island, Wang Qingfeng.

"Is it your men who killed my son?" Wang Qingfeng looked at Zhang Chong and said coldly. Judging from the murderous spirit in this sentence alone, Zhang Chong understands that the island owner of Haige Island is not a good stubble. He doesn't care about black and white. It's nothing more than who provoked him, and there is no good end.

When he met this kind of person, Zhang Chong also understood that any weakness he showed would not be useful. At that moment, he smiled and said,

"Your son bullied the weak and killed people randomly. We happened to pass by and taught him a lesson by the way."

"By the way, if that's the case, all of your people will be buried with him today." Wang Qingfeng lost his beloved son, and his heart was already sad and inexplicable. At present, he did not say much, but raised his hand and came out of a battle array from behind. Ninety percent of this battle array is composed of condensation-level strongmen, and the remaining ten percent are Jindan-level strongmen, with a total of about 2,000 people.

"Next, let's go to war. Be sure to defeat it with one blow." After Wang Qingfeng said this, he stepped aside. The news brought back by the Grey Raven Taoist made him extremely angry. In addition, in order to oviate his mistakes, the Grey Raven Taoist said that Zhang Chong was very powerful. Because of this, Wang Qingfeng simply brought all the elites of Haige Island.

These two thousand battle arrays, mainly composed of condensation-level strong men, came to the place where the rune boat was, with a vast murderous spirit.

Haotian stood there, and the Qingmu Wangding in his hand emitted a faint fog and kept drifting into the air. Suddenly, his hands stretched forward quickly, and in the sound of shouting, small cyan arrows kept rushing away to the place where the battle was.

These two thousand practitioners are also well-trained. They stared at the cyan arrows that kept flying, scattered in all sides, and made a full frame in their hands, trying to work together to break this move.

At this time, I saw a battle array of a thousand practitioners flying out on the left and right sides of Haotian. Among them, there were both immortals and demons, and their strength was also extremely mixed. However, among them, the spiritual weapon held in the hands of the immortals was exceptionally brilliant, which made Those practitioners who rushed over couldn't help swallowing a big mouthful of water.

"Five-grade Lishui Sword~~"

"Five-grade Xuanguang Sword~~"

"Five-pin Yang Sword~~"

Strange, the five-grade spiritual sword, in the hands of these immortals whose cultivation is only the fifth and sixth levels of condensed veins, it really makes people feel like a child carrying a big knife. However, their formation is extremely loose. Although each is a battle array composed of a thousand practitioners, the area occupied by these thousand practitioners is much larger than the other party's 2,000 practitioners. Looking up, it seems that they are going to the market in groups.

Just this rush out made the practitioners of the other party's vigilance greatly reduced, and they were more like wolf-like light in their eyes, looking at the spiritual weapon raised by their opponents.

The battle has not yet begun, and they are already thinking about how to divide up these trophies.

Haotian keeps giving orders in the heart necklace,

"The Battalion and the Kiss Camp continue to maintain their current formation and approach the enemy."

In the sound of command, the cyan arrows also sped past like lightning, and just as they were about to approach the practitioners, these cyan arrows instantly turned into the cyan smoke of nothingness, and the smoke was like being pushed by a strong wind, roaring towards those practitioners.

Those practitioners who were already ready to wait did not expect that the cyan arrow was naturally disillusioned. At present, they were also embarrassed by the sudden blue smoke.

"Attack!!" At this moment, Haotian had decisively issued the order to attack.

The camp on the left is led by the Eight Immortals of Lin Hai. With a shout, the eight of them formed a gossip array and rushed forward. Behind them, the practitioners were also in a group of eight people each, like a humanoid frisbee, rushing to the front of the 2,000 practitioners.

The shouting of killing is shocking, and the glory in the gossip array is constantly flashing, and there is a sense of killing. Zhao Zhenhuan took the lead, walking in the position under his feet, and the long gun in his hand opened the defense of a practitioner in front of him. However, he did not continue the offensive, but strode forward and moved to the seismic position again. When the monk was shocked, he had already seen two huge fingerprints, which were imprinted on his chest.

"Ah~~" He didn't have time to dodge. He shouted and vomited blood and died.

Although these gossip arrays are composed of practitioners, they are like human-shaped cutting equipment, directly cutting the opponent's defense in an instant, shouting to kill the sky, and below, the middle-aged man is also looking at the sky and fighting.