Chapter 513 Zhang San

The golden-armed monk looked coldly at Yushan Old Taoist and Meishan Old Taoist opposite, and rubbed the pair of "Blood Shadow Soul Chasing Swords" in his hands back and forth vigorously. With a clicking sound, the pair of blood shadow soul-chasing swords turned into a ball of scrap metal in his hands, and then he threw them on the ground.

On the Blood Shadow Soul Chasing Sword, a ray of soul entrusted to it by Yushan Old Taoist and Meishan Old Taoist was also destroyed.

Old Taoist Yushan and Old Taoist Meishan looked ugly for a while. They each reached out and touched the acupuncture points on their hearts, and then they could barely hold back the severe pain in their souls.

Meishan Old Taoist had a look of fear on his face, took half a step back, half hid behind Yushan Old Taoist, and said in a low voice: "Brother, this person is probably the golden-armed monk, otherwise who else can do this. But the previous one Zhang San hid in the ghost flags and hasn’t come out yet. Or maybe Zhang San is the Golden Arm Monk, and the Golden Arm Monk is Zhang San?”

As the Meishan old man spoke, he glanced at the black ghost flag still poking on the ground not far away, then pointed at the opposite side and said loudly: "Who are you?"

The golden-armed monk ignored the two of them. A cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and then his body turned into a shadow and disappeared from the place.

The next moment, the tall body of the golden-armed monk appeared in front of Yushan Old Taoist like a King Kong descending.

Although Old Yushan's soul had just been injured, he was still very vigilant. He touched the ground with his toes, his body shaped like an arrow, and shot out backwards. At the same time, he pinched the magic formula with both hands and silently recited the secret mantra in his heart. Instantly, Old Taoist Yushan's face turned as red as foie gras.

Shockingly, the clothes on his back tore from the inside, and with a pop, a pair of huge white wings suddenly grew out from his back. It was the Crane Blood Secret Technique that he was good at.

As soon as his wings spread, Yushan Old Taoist escaped many times faster.

Seeing this, the golden-armed monk suddenly opened his mouth, puffed out his cheeks, and then spat hard in the direction in which the old Taoist Master of Yushan Mountain was retreating, and a golden talisman shot out from his mouth.

With a "pop" sound, the talisman exploded, and a golden chain about ten feet long appeared in the rolling golden mist.

Without stopping for a moment, the golden-armed monk pointed towards Old Yushan on the opposite side with one hand. The diamond chain turned into little golden light and disappeared in place. The next moment, it was wrapped around the body of Yushan Old Taoist.

The figure of Old Yushan suddenly fell from the air. Seeing that he had fallen prey to the opponent's moves, he was so shocked that his pupils shrank and his face turned pale. In a panic, he clasped his hands together, trying to break free from the shackles of the diamond chains.

"Whoaaah!"

The old Taoist Yushan screamed strangely, and his body suddenly swelled up again. The originally wide Taoist robes around him were torn by his rounded figure, and there was an extra layer of white feathers on his exposed skin. It seems to be a bigger change in the Crane Blood Secret Technique.

"Crack." The diamond shackles that originally bound him broke.

The moment Old Taoist Yushan paused, the golden-armed monk took a quick step and came to Old Taoist Yushan. He stretched out his left hand to grab hold of Old Taoist Yushan's neck, and then lifted it up with force.

Old Taoist Yushan's feet were suddenly dangling in the air, and he quickly used both hands to try to open the opponent's arms. But he felt a powerful force of confinement, like a line of fire, locking his body through the meridians on his neck.

Yushan's old Taoist body weakened and he could no longer extract any mana. His body quickly shriveled up like a deflated rubber ball, and the wings on his back and the white feathers on his body also disappeared.

"Junior brother, help..." I haven't said the word yet. The golden runes on both arms of the golden-armed monk flowed, and then a circle of pale golden energy visible to the naked eye spread out, and the big hand holding Old Yushan suddenly became thicker.

Old Taoist Yushan was like a prey whose neck was bitten by a tiger. His body hung down weakly and he lost consciousness instantly.

"quack."

The white crane bird spirit pet behind Yushan Old Taoist saw his master in danger, and let out an angry chirp. He flapped his wings vigorously, whipped up a strong wind, soared into the sky, and waved his long beak as sharp as a sword towards him. The golden-armed monk pecked it.

This white crane spiritual bird may seem gentle in appearance, but it is actually a ferocious spiritual bird. It usually feeds on pythons, spiritual insects, tigers and leopards, and its strikes are comparable to the powerful swords of high-level monks.

The white bird drew a white shadow in mid-air, but its target was the golden-armed monk's eyes. Like ordinary people, the eyes are also the weakest part of a cultivator's body.

The golden-armed monk didn't dodge, he stretched out his right arm and slapped it out.

"Buzz!"

The palm wind condensed into shape, and a golden palm shadow about ten feet in size struck the white bird's body firmly.

The impacting white crane bird was shot ten feet away, and fell to the ground with a "bang", its muscles and bones were broken, and its white feathers were dyed red with blood.

"Gah." Bai Niao exhaled the last breath he was holding in his neck and remained motionless.

It's all a long story, but it takes a breath or two.

The old Meishan Taoist on the side saw it all. He wanted to save his senior brother, but after seeing the strength displayed by the golden-armed monk, he hesitated instinctively in his heart. This guy is so powerful. Should I save my senior brother or take the opportunity to escape? Woolen cloth?

When the old Taoist from Meishan saw that the white crane bird was slapped to death by the golden-armed monk just for a moment, he knew that it would be difficult for him to escape. I cursed secretly in my heart: "You are a thief monk. In front of me, the president of the Meishan Animal Protection Association, you torture and kill such a cute little animal. You don't have the compassion taught by the Buddha. It is unbearable."

The Taoist priest Meishan looked up at the Taoist priest Yushan who was being held by the big hand of the monk with golden arms. There was no mercy in his eyes. He thought to himself: "Brother, you died in the hands of this bald man today. It only means that you are unlucky. I will continue the inheritance of the master."

Having made up his mind, the Taoist priest Meishan shook his wide sleeves and unexpectedly conjured up a snow-white jade rabbit. This jade rabbit was only the size of a fist, and its body was snow-white without a single stray hair. Even its eyes were white.

The Taoist priest Meishan had a ferocious face. He grabbed the jade rabbit's long ears and lifted it up. He raised his head and stuffed the fist-sized jade rabbit into his mouth. His eyes bulged out, his throat bulged, and he swallowed it alive.

This jade rabbit was secretly raised by the Taoist priest Meishan. He didn't know how many elixirs he fed it on weekdays. Like his brother Taoist priest Yushan's white crane, its flesh and blood had long been refined into a rare tonic.

The master of the Taoist priests Yushan and Meishan is the "Six-Food Sect" that is good at using spiritual beasts and birds as tonics. The tenet of this sect is "Six-Six-Six, eat a piece of meat, eat what you want". To this day, its philosophy still affects the dietary concepts of many mortal kingdoms in Qingzhou. Therefore, many wild spiritual beasts and birds in Qingzhou are endangered by people. The Taoist priest Meishan stood up and established a Meishan Animal Protection Association, calling himself the president. In secret, he is also the one who eats whatever he sees.

In an instant, the soul power of the Taoist priest Meishan actually recovered a lot.

It was said that it was too late.

The body of the Taoist priest Meishan twisted to an incredible angle like a spirit snake, just shaking, without making a sound, and even hiding the fluctuation of spiritual power to almost nothing.

The next moment, the Taoist priest Meishan had already circled behind the golden-armed monk, and there was a shining dagger in his hand.

The eyes of the old Taoist of Meishan showed a murderous look. He suddenly jumped up, grasped the handle of the dagger with both hands, aimed at the back of the monk with golden arms, and stabbed it fiercely.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, the old man of Meishan was secretly delighted: "Hehe, you know that my Meishan Animal Protection Association is actually an assassination organization? I am also a top assassin in Qingzhou. There is no one else. Your bald arms have practiced the method of Vajra indestructibility. I will cut out your heart to see if it is also Vajra indestructible."

At this critical moment, the figure of the old Taoist of Meishan who was attacking was frozen, and the dagger in his hand was only an inch away from the back of the monk with golden arms. The sharp edge on the tip of the dagger even cut a small hole in the clothes at the back of the monk with golden arms from the outside, revealing the bronze skin underneath.

The old Taoist of Meishan couldn't believe it. Was he being immobilized by someone? He looked down at his heart, and saw a sharp object had penetrated his body, staining his clothes red with blood. He didn't even feel a trace of pain, but his whole body was as soft as cotton, and he had no strength at all. He was so surprised that his eyes were about to fall out of his sockets.

"Assassination? I, Zhang San, am the most powerful assassin in the entire Northern Territory, no one else." A cold voice came from behind the old Taoist of Meishan.

Zhang San, who had a pair of small eyes like soybeans, was already standing there quietly. In his right hand, he held a thin, almost translucent short sword that penetrated directly from the back of the old Taoist of Meishan.

Zhang San pulled out the invisible sword from the back of the old Taoist of Meishan expressionlessly. There was no trace of blood on the blade. The sword flashed, and he hid it again by some unknown method. Then he said seriously: "I have told you before that I will make an exception and kill two people at once today."

With a "plop", the body of the Meishan Taoist fell to the ground like a dead tree and died.

Zhang San flicked his right hand and two white spiritual fires shot out. One of the white spiritual fires fell on the body of the Meishan Taoist, and the other fell on the body of the white crane. Two balls of white flames rose in an instant, and after a moment, there was no trace left.

Zhang San came to the front of the "Golden Arm Monk", looked at the Yushan Taoist still clamped in the hands of the Golden Arm Monk, and said coldly: "Although this guy's strength was a little worse when he was alive, at least he was still half-dead. It's good to be my ghost slave like this."

After speaking, Zhang San waved his right hand, and the black ghost flag that was stuck on the ground came into his hand.

Then, he chanted the magic formula, and a black ghost mist suddenly spurted out from the ghost flag, covering the Golden Arm Monk and the Yushan Taoist together. When the ghost fog dissipated, the two bodies disappeared, as if they were captured by the ghost flag in Zhang San's hand.

Zhang San gently waved the ghost flag in his hand and whispered: "Brother, I found another person to accompany you, so you won't be bored."

After that, Zhang San looked around, waved his sleeves, and a ghost wind swept out, and the traces of the previous fight were cleaned up.

After doing all this, Zhang San opened his mouth, and the ghost flag shrank and was swallowed into his mouth.

Then, a dark mist rose from Zhang San's body, and when the mist disappeared, Zhang San's appearance had already turned into that of the "Yushan Taoist".

"Hehe. Who will be the next person I will kill?" Zhang San, who had the appearance of the "Yushan Taoist", smiled coldly, argued about the direction, and walked out in one direction with a swagger.