The crossbow arrows were like locusts flying all over the sky, denser than the first wave of arrow rain, and instantly blocked every corner of the cave. The three of them moved a little slower, and they turned into hedgehogs under the arrow rain.

Two people had died in the first wave of arrow rain. Zhang Yi and his party had only more than twenty people, but after two waves of arrow rain, nearly 30% of them were lost.

When Zhang Yi glanced at the figure who was falling to the ground, he couldn't help but feel sad. But at this critical moment, he had no time to sigh, so he could only grit his teeth and lead the remaining people out of the cave room under the rain of arrows.

However, as soon as he showed up, a ruthless sword wind came towards him, sweeping his hair.

At some point, guards were everywhere outside the cave room. While looking at Zhang Yi and others with a wooden look, they waved the swords in their hands and cut out cold lights for life.

Just after leaving the dragon pond, it was like a tiger's den. Being caught off guard, several people beside Zhang Yi were slashed by the cold light one after another, and fell to the ground with a wail, and then disappeared.

Once they met, the intruders lost 10% again.

Zhang Yi was anxious and quickly used his internal strength, opened and closed his moves, trying to break through head-on. However, when the swords and swords touched each other, he realized that the other party's internal strength was not weak, and it was definitely not an ordinary guard. In this way, his plan to break through quickly could not be implemented.

In a blink of an eye, several people died next to Zhang Yi. The hot blood splattered on Zhang Yi's face, and it hurt like a soldering iron on his chest.

But Zhang Yi was powerless, and it was extremely difficult for him to break through, let alone bringing these people behind him. At the end of his life, he shouted in despair, preparing to use his last internal strength to die with the guards in front of him, and find a glimmer of life for his companions.

But at this time, a sharp flute sound came from behind. Zhang Yi turned his head and saw that the thin bamboo pole was holding the bamboo flute in his hand, playing with all his strength. With the sound of the flute, colorful poisonous snakes emerged from the bamboo basket on his back, rushing towards the guards around like a tide.

This poisonous snake is numerous and crawling rapidly, and is unpredictable to gods and ghosts. Although the guards are skilled in martial arts, it is difficult to dodge in this narrow and cramped space. In a moment, more than a dozen guards were bitten by the poisonous snake and fell down dejectedly.

But during the whole process, the guards did not make any sound, and they were really like wood and stone.

On the side of the thin bamboo pole, he could not fight with the guards because he blew the bamboo flute, so he could only dodge and move on the spot. While the guards fell, he also got several hits, and his strength gradually weakened.

"Go away!" Zhang Yi called his moving companion to take the opportunity to break through, and turned to the thin bamboo pole, trying to pull him out. However, the thin bamboo pole blinked at him, then raised his foot, kicked him up in the air, and passed several guards.

Zhang Yi's eyes widened in shock. He never knew that the thin bamboo pole had such strength.

In his astonished gaze, a lightning-like sword light slashed from behind the thin bamboo pole and slashed firmly on his back.

The sound of the flute came to an abrupt end, and the bamboo flute fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Ah!" Zhang Yi shouted, swung his sword to knock down the guards in front of him, and then rushed out again like a tiger out of the cage.

People like him naturally understand that rather than mourning the dead, it is better to try their best to make their sacrifices more valuable.

The remaining people at this moment had already lost the fire slash, so they could only explore and move forward in the dark. Fortunately, the poisonous snakes released by the thin bamboo pole also went out with them, attacking the guards along the way. They had applied the snake-repelling powder on their bodies, not afraid of the poisonous snakes, and then they broke through layers of obstacles and gradually approached the entrance of the cave.

Even so, when they rushed to the fork in the nearest road entrance, only five people were left.

The rest of the people have been left on the road forever.

The snake released from the thin bamboo pole can no longer keep up.

"Go away!" Seeing the hole in front of you, Zhang Yi quickly motivated everyone to get out quickly. But before he finished speaking, the two teams rushed over from the forks on both sides and quickly stopped them.

The remaining five people were already exhausted. Not to mention breaking through, they were a little helpless even dodging.

"Amitabha--" At this desperate moment, a loud Buddha's name floated out of the cave, and a group of monks immediately entered, piercing the guards' team like a javelin, preventing them from merging.

"Donor, don't leave now, when will you wait?" the old monk in charge shouted loudly.

Zhang Yi and others then came to their senses from the daze, hurriedly stepped forward, passed through the gaps between the monks, and ran out of the cave.

Seeing that they escaped danger, the monks were not interested in fighting. They then retreated after taking a few moves and withdrew from the battlefield.

After leaving the cave, Zhang Yi and others did not dare to stop. They continued to run forward for several miles before rescinding their pace. They stopped and gasped.

The group of monks followed them quietly. Seeing that they stopped, they stopped and stood silently behind them.

After resting for a while, Zhang Yi stood up and turned to face the group of monks.

There are eleven monks in total, and the leader is an old white-bearded monk with an old face, but he is also arrogant and powerful, like a demon subduing a demon, making people feel awe.

"Thank you, the masters, for helping you! Zhang Yi, can you tell me the Dharma name so that Zhang will be grateful in the future?" Zhang Yi respectfully bowed to the monks.

Zhang Yi was polite, but the monks looked at each other and looked embarrassed on their faces.

The old monk in charge smiled slightly and clasped his hands together and said, "Master Zhang is so serious, we are just a simple task and we have no point in mind. My name is not empty, and the rest are my juniors, so I won't introduce them one by one."

"So it's Master Bukong! I've been admired for a long time!" Zhang Yi was shocked, but his face was a little surprised. "If it weren't for the master's rescue today, Zhang would probably be on the road to the underworld!"

"It's a pity that my brothers," Zhang Yi sighed, "they are not lucky and cannot last until the master feels it."

Bukong shook his head: "Master Zhang, if I really have the powers you said, my younger generations wouldn't be the only ones. Do you know? At this time yesterday, there were twenty people around me!"

"What?" Zhang Yi's face showed shock again. He was a little surprised. Bukong had no choice but to use the guards, and even caused half of the monks to lose.

After a brief silence, Zhang Yi's face became solemn: "So Master, are you here for that treasure?"

Bukong nodded calmly: "That treasure is originally my Buddhist object. I am a Buddhist, so how can I ignore it?"

"I understand," Zhang Yi nodded, "Since that's the case, Master Bukong, how can you and me cooperate? As you said just now, neither of you and I can resist the guards. Only by joining forces can we have a chance!"
Chapter completed!