Zhang Zhifeng and his group of first-class masters are undoubtedly at the top of the world of cultivation... In other words, none of them are slow. In a very short moment, they are gone without a trace.

But in Zhang Zhifeng's opinion, the other people's level was really ordinary. He used his talented flying combat skills and only flashed a few times, and he had already followed everyone.

Seeing that many people were injured, their identities had been exposed anyway, and Zhang Zhifeng was too lazy to hide anymore. He waved his hand, and the light of the holy medical technique enveloped everyone, making their injuries extremely recovered.

Then, Zhang Zhifeng gave each of them a few pills. Of course, he understood that each of these guys had actually saved some of them quietly. After all, those elixirs are extremely precious, and they don’t need them. It’s a sky-high price to spread. But Zhang Zhifeng was too lazy to ask more questions, and he didn’t care about those pills.

He glanced at Ding Daqin and waved the dagger in his hand. Zhang Zhifeng raised his eyebrows silently and signaled him to tell him about the origin of the dagger.

Ding Daqin said nothing, but he was not afraid and panicked when Zhang Zhifeng waved the dagger in his ear. He just kept his mouth shut and flew forward without saying a word.

Everyone was far away from Fotou Mountain in this strange quiet posthumous posthumous posthumous.

After running away until the color gradually became brighter, he finally arrived at a mountainous land with mountains and mountains, and Ding Daqin plunged his head.

All the cultivators followed immediately.

Without even saying anything, Ding Daqin looked at the surroundings and began to quickly arrange a sealed shield. This used incredible ability to cover up all the continuous mountains!

When everyone saw that his face was as deep as water, they were quite eager to act, and they couldn't help but panic, and they used their own abilities to arrange the shields.

Seeing the yellow, green, purple, and red shields appear out of thin air, and then hide in the air. Zhang Zhifeng's forehead was sweating profusely, and it was impossible to see that these cultivators were all cruel. The strange formations they had covered in the shield were very cruel. Even if the masters of the Holy Realm entered it, they would have to take off a layer of skin!

With the concerted efforts, the entire mountain was quickly closed, and the powerful shield isolated all the breath. If they did not take the initiative to leave this mountain range, even the masters of the Holy Realm would not be able to see their breath!

"Huh!" Ding Daqin let out a long sigh, his whole face collapsed, and he sat on the ground with a dejected look.

Everyone's hearts were thumping, and they all looked at Ding Daqin in fear, waiting for his explanation of the "Sacred Dagger".

Zhang Zhifeng had no skills, and he couldn't help with the arrangement of shields. Seeing that everyone had finished their work, he slowly walked out, stood in front of Ding Daqin, and frowned at him: "Can you talk about the Holy Slaughter Dagger now?"

"Oh! No one can escape this time." Ding Daqin sighed lowly, directly knocking everyone's mood to a low point.

"What the hell is going on?" Zhang Zhifeng reached out and plucked his face hard, and the old face changed back to its original appearance.

The cultivators did not care about surprise and all stared at Ding Daqin.

"This matter has to start with a legend." Ding Daqin returned to his calmness and indifference and said slowly: "According to legend, there were many masters of the holy realm in this world a long time ago."

Everyone nodded. These legends were heard by experts of this level, and Zhang Zhifeng even got confirmation from the Spirit of Thousand Wave Hammers.

He raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at everyone weakly. Ding Daqin smiled bitterly: "Later, a magical weapon appeared. They could ignore the body protection techniques of the masters of the holy realm, and could cause huge damage to the masters of the holy realm. They almost cut a little skin, and the holy realm would definitely die!"

Zhang Binbin said in surprise: "That's the Holy Slaughter Dagger? Is it because of the huge poison on it?"

After a speechless look at the poison cultivator, Ding Daqin did not answer him and continued, "Later, a large number of holy masters died of this weapon, which shocked and angered Quan Da 6... Uh, Ju said that there was only one large 6 in ancient times, and uh, shocked and angered Quan Da 6 cultivators. They finally joined forces to kill all those who could use the Holy Slaughter Dagger. And it was said that any cultivator who could use the Holy Slaughter Dagger would be hunted by the Holy Slaughter Dagger!"

Sighing, Ding Daqin continued, "Although I have never known whether the legend is true, you stabbed the black and red light column just now, which is exactly in line with the legend... Do you understand now?"

Zhang Zhifeng nodded, but he believed that after all, he really felt that his little dagger could ignore the protection of "Yan"!

"But" Zhang Zhifeng frowned, "This should have nothing to do with you. I killed people and used daggers. I would never involve you!"

After hearing what Zhang Zhifeng said, many people couldn't help but have a shirked eyes. Although they came out to kill the saint together and had the determination to share the same difficulties, one less person involved is more safe in disguise!

It’s easier for one person to hide than a group of people.

Ding Daqin's face did not improve at all. His expression as if it was covered with clouds did not loosen, which made the hope that rose in everyone's hearts gradually become cold.

"Stop dreaming," Sure enough, Ding Daqin changed his expression as soon as he spoke. He continued, "Don't think too much about that uselessness, let's practice here for three years!"

"What?" Not only other cultivators, but even Zhang Zhifeng screamed. Originally, according to his idea, he had just avoided the limelight and went out quietly. Why did Ding Daqin ask for it for three years as soon as he opened his mouth?

As soon as he arrived, he closed the mountains, as if he was preparing for it?

All the cultivators knew very well that Ding Daqin would not be aimless. He said this, would he have to stay here for three years?

Ding Daqin explained: Once he died, since he was killed by the Holy Slaughter Dagger, everyone present would leave a mark on their bodies, and all the masters of the Holy Realm could feel this mark. They also rely on this feeling to chase us, and after three years, the mark will dissipate on its own!”

"Sign?" Everyone frowned at the same time and looked inward, but no one showed the so-called mark in their bodies.

However, Zhang Zhifeng thought that if it was a mark, he would probably be able to use the holy medical technique to clear it!

"Where is the mark?" he asked at Ding Daqin.

"On the left, on top." Ding Daqin said, "After saying that, he turned his head and started practicing directly.

Everyone looked at each other, but at this time, one of them turned around, pulled down his pants slightly, turned his head behind, and looked at him.

"Ah~" the cultivator shouted immediately, "It really has a mark, but I can't feel its breath. The masters of the holy realm may be able to sense it."

Everyone could no longer bear it and started prosecuting themselves, and for a moment, exclaimed repeatedly.

Jinglu's face turned red. She was the only woman here. After stomping her feet, she entered the dense forest not far away.

...

Soon, the cultivators gathered together again, and they all looked at each other with a calm expression.

"What should I do? Do I really have to be trapped here for three years?" This is a question in the minds of most cultivators.

Compared to them, Zhang Zhifeng was in a worse mood because Ding Daqin told him that his dagger was not a treasure, and the Holy Slaughter Dagger was a very general term. "Saint Slaughter Dagger" on the Great 6 is not rare, and even many. The one who really swung the power of the dagger was still relying on those who used the dagger! Only such a rare cultivator can use the true power of the Holy Slaughter Dagger. At the same time, they are also the main targets of being hunted by the saints in the world!

At this time, all the cultivators understood that according to legend, the masters of the Holy Realm did not destroy the "Saint Slaughter Dagger" but continued to kill the cultivators who used the "Saint Slaughter Dagger".

He shook his head with a wry smile, and everyone also understood that it was no wonder that Zhang Zhifeng was the one who was Zhang.

What even more frustrated the cultivators was that after experiments, the holy medical skills of the "crazy man Zhang" who was famous all over the world still could not eliminate the mark of shame.

"There is no other way. This is a secret technique that the former masters of the Holy Realm of the World jointly activated. Naturally, it is impossible for us to break it. We... can only wait here for three years. After three years... As long as we can stay safe until three years later, everything will be fine, and the mark will disappear, and the masters of the Holy Realm will no longer find us."

All the practitioners have their own secret methods and try to remove the mark, but they can't do it. One of them even cut off a piece of the skin. Anyway, with Zhang Zhifeng there, I'm not afraid of not being able to recover, so it still won't work! The mark is like a light coming out of the inside and cannot be removed.

At this point, everyone finally gave up and used secret techniques to open up huge rocks and trees. Soon, simple houses were formed and they prepared their place of practice here.

Seeing that the cultivators were busy, Ding Daqin patted Zhang Zhifeng on the shoulder and sighed in a low voice: "Appoint it yourself and practice for a few years. For cultivators of our realm, three years have passed in a flash."

Seeing Ding Daqin also went deep into the mountains to chop giant trees, Zhang Zhifeng couldn't help but grin and rub his face with a toothache. He had no objection to practicing. After all, the Tower of the Sky was opened five years later, and he had no other way to return to the family 6 for the time being, and there was no other urgent thing to do. No matter how turbulent and bloody storm he had, it had nothing to do with him now.

Cultivation! But how did he practice?

He no longer has the ability to train, and creativity is not a systematic exercise with both beginning and end that can allow him to practice from scratch.

What can he do in three years?

Shaking his head, Zhang Zhifeng thought of his friends. He secretly prayed that Shen Zhong should be able to protect the two girls of Nanfeng and Qinghun, and Jinzi, they should not get into any trouble, right?

The more Zhang Zhifeng thought about it, the more worried he became. He grabbed his head and felt a headache.

"What's wrong with you?" A gentle woman's voice sounded in her ears, and she knew who it was without asking.

Zhang Zhifeng raised his head gently and saw Jing Lu standing quietly beside him, like a quiet lotus. Her big, lively eyes were clear without any impurities, and a little worried appeared in her eyes.

Zhang Zhifeng smiled, his heart warmed up slightly, and said with a smile: "It's okay!"

"Okay!" Jing Lu showed a bright smile like a little girl, and said mischievously: "It's fine. Since it's fine, then you can help me build a house?"

Zhang Zhifeng was stunned by the innocent expression that the other party had never seen before. When he heard this, he couldn't help but glared: "Build a house for you?"

"Yes," she looked at Zhang Zhifeng in shock and said incredible: "Do you want me, a girl, to cover myself?"

"This..." Zhang Zhifeng was stunned, and then smiled bitterly, thinking that the other party was also dragged down by him, and felt ashamed and said helplessly: "Okay, I'll help you with what kind of thing to build."

...

In the woods, Jinglu kept patting the giant trees on the road, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking her head, flying in the forest, like a happy elf.

Zhang Zhifeng followed her lazily, really didn't understand what the former was thinking. He was taking refuge, but why did she seem to be traveling?

"This!" Jing Lu gently patted a big tree beside her.

Zhang Zhifeng said nothing, stretched out his hand and broke the big tree from the root with a "pop". With his hand, the big tree had disappeared.

Jinglu looked at it, then thought about it again, and said softly: "It seems to be enough~"

Zhang Zhifeng rolled his eyes and sighed: "It's enough, enough to build a house that a hundred people live in."

"Yeah!" Unexpectedly, Jing Lu was not embarrassed at all, but nodded seriously, a smile appeared on her beautiful face, and she chuckled: "Then let's find a place to build a house. The size of the building can be built, as big as possible." After that, he took another step and walked forward lightly.

For the masters of the Holy Realm, Zhang Zhifeng and others may not be seen, but this does not mean that the first-class masters are not powerful. The strength of the first-class masters is actually very terrifying. Everyone works together to hide this large mountain range! From the outside, they can only see the vast smoke, and there is no mountain range. And if someone passes by this place, they will inexplicably pass through this place and appear directly on the other side of the mountain range!

This mountain range seems to have disappeared from this world.

Everyone joined forces to use it, which can be regarded as a great magical power!

Therefore, Zhang Zhifeng and the others can now move freely in this entire mountain range and don’t have to worry about anything.

Jinglu and Zhang Zhifeng flew out of the mountains and forests together, and soon found a flat place with streams and shrubs, beautiful butterflies and strange flowers on the side, which was very wonderful.

"Let's just go!" Jing Lu clapped her hands and smiled sweetly at Zhang Zhifeng.

"Okay!" Zhang Zhifeng nodded and looked around. It was indeed a good place, but maybe because of the water flow, the underground soil was too soft. If the house was built, it might collapse with a gust of wind.

After thinking about it, Zhang Zhifeng waved his hand and the huge Thousand Wave Hammer floated in the air, emitting a heavy and sharp aura. Although the spirit of Thousand Wave Hammer is sleeping, it is not difficult for Zhang Zhifeng to use the basic abilities of Thousand Wave Hammer.

"What are you doing?" Jing Lu asked in confusion.

"Stamp the ground." Zhang Zhifeng said with a smile, "Back back."

The two flew backwards, and then they saw the already huge Thousand Wave Hammer getting bigger again. The light below dimmed, and it felt like it was covering the sky and the sun.

Boom! ~

The Thousand Waves Hammers smashed down hard, and for a moment, the earth shook the sky and the mountains shook!
To be continued...