Noticing the change in Zhang Queling, the fat monk let out a long sigh and clasped his hands together, showing compassion and kindness.

"My Buddha also has the wrathful eyes of a diamond—everyone, exorcise the demon!"

Forty or fifty martial artists gritted their teeth and shouted killing sounds in uneven voices. The first wave of attacks were with various hidden weapons infused with internal energy.

Caltrops, darts, meteor hammers, locust stones...

It was so densely packed that Zhang Queling could almost be buried inside.

"Die-! Die-! Die-!"

Boom——!

Zhang Queling spat out all the blood and energy in his body, and the hidden weapon rolled back and rushed towards the crowd.

"ah!"

"My eyes!"

"Get down!"

Amidst the screams and cries, many people dodged and rolled around in panic.

However, before everyone could steady themselves, a bloody shadow shot into the crowd like lightning.

Hiss——!

The blood-red blade light stretched out like a dragon, creating a fan shape in the crowd.

The five people within the range, whether they were second-level or third-level, were all minced into meat paste, leaving only some weapon fragments flying and scattered.

The people on both sides retreated in shock, leaving a gap.

At this moment, Zhang Que Ling was surrounded by blood mist, and his true appearance was almost unrecognizable.

She arched her body, the air squeezed out of her chest, and a beast-like growl resonated deep in her throat.

"Woo-hoo-ho ...

Bang!

A crater exploded on the ground, and a bloody shadow shot up like lightning, heading straight for the mountain of corpses.

"Buddha have mercy on me!"

The fat monk's palm, like a palm-leaf fan, pressed down, and a faint golden "卍" symbol was spinning in the palm of his hand.

"die--!"

Boom!

The bloody blade chopped down, and the monk's palm, which was glowing with golden light, was swept away, and the space between his chest and abdomen was opened wide.

Now, the fat monk can no longer maintain the image of a noble monk.

He bent his knees slightly and soared into the air like a roc, rising six or seven meters. He then stepped on the void, and his ball-like figure rose even higher.

Zhang Queling had lost his mind, leaving only the instinct to fight. He charged with unparalleled ferocity, but he held nothing back.

As soon as the fat monk dodged, she rushed past him, and with a sharp move, she lifted her blade upwards, but only cut off a corner of the monk's robe.

Bang!

She drew an arc in the air and landed on the pile of corpses behind her.

The corpse at the landing point was instantly crushed into meat paste, and the surrounding area collapsed, with countless limbs and arms flying.

The fat monk, holding his robe, fell from mid-air.

His expression became horrified, and his small eyes, as big as green beans, stared at the collapsed pile of corpses.

"Is this woman really possessed by a demon?"

whoosh!

A sound of breaking air was heard.

In a moment, the blood ghost landed his iron tower-like body next to the fat monk.

"Monk, what's going on?"

His voice was like the clanging of metal. The wounds on his body had obviously been treated and he looked much more refreshed.

The fat monk lowered his eyebrows and said, "General, let's fight the enemy first."

boom!

The depression in the mountain of corpses exploded, and blood spurted out like a volcano.

“Hiss—!”

The saber in his hand had disappeared. The bloody man named Zhang Queling landed on his hands and feet, running, climbing, and pouncing like a wild beast.

When she reached the middle of the pile of corpses, she jumped up, slapped down with her bloody claws, and emptied the air with a wave of air.

The fat monk and the vampire had no way to escape and had to work together to resist.

boom!

The dark giant's right calf was twisted and deformed, the fat monk's sleeves were torn to pieces, and his palms and forearms were covered with dense blood spots.

With just one blow, both men were knocked off the pile of corpses and fell into the crowd below.

Rumble!

The bloody man trampled on the mountain of corpses, and the white corpses collapsed and shattered.

Zhang Queling didn't give the two men any time to react and pounced on them almost at the same time.

"Stop her! Anyone who retreats will have their entire clan exterminated and their sect razed to the ground!" The blood ghost general used one leg to exert force and continued to retreat.

The monk said nothing, but quietly disappeared into the crowd.

The wanderers gritted their teeth, but they had to continue on the path they had chosen, even with tears in their eyes.

Except for a few carefree lone rangers who slipped away quietly, the others had no choice but to fight back.

"roar--!"

Zhang Queling's roar was like a jet engine running at full power, and the deafening roar drowned out the shouts of killing that they used to give themselves courage.

She threw herself into the crowd...

One claw, two claws, three claws...

Limbs and internal organs flew everywhere, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

After the most ferocious group of military masters were killed, the martial artists finally collapsed.

They no longer cared about anything else and ran away crying.

Zhang Queling lay crouched in the slaughterhouse, his bloody mouth slightly open, his nostrils and ears flaring.

Buzz——

Blood-stained mist spurted out of the mouth, nose, and ears like a boiling kettle.

She looked around, and her cloudy vision finally locked onto Tongji Gate.

[Escape...out...]

She still remembered the promise she made to her best friend.

"roar--!"

Zhang Queling struggled in agony and roared towards the sky, with waves of energy rolling and the sound shaking the whole area.

Then, with a little clarity of mind, she jumped onto the nearby pile of corpses and rushed towards Tongji Gate like a wild beast.

The fat monk who had just hidden in the pile of corpses pushed aside a few corpses and looked around, but did not find the blood ghost general.

His expression kept changing as he looked at the bloody figure going away at the end of the training ground. He chanted a Buddhist name for a long time and used his lightness skills to chase after him again.

Gradually, Zhang Queling's speed became slower and slower, and more and more mortal troops suddenly attacked her.

Swords, spears, halberds, strong bows and crossbows may be ignored, but the occasional appearance of groups of musketeers is somewhat threatening.

Finally, she stumbled after jumping up and fell like a gourd in a spacious courtyard. The blood mist on her body slowly dissipated, revealing her pale and thin figure.

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