The heavens start from Quanzhen swordsmanship

The sharp claws of the pig-faced bullhorn pressed on Uncle Jiu's shoulders, and the biting chill made Uncle Jiu's body tremble.

The claws pressed down hard, causing several wounds that penetrated deep into the flesh on Uncle Jiu's shoulder. Just when the pig-faced bullhorn monster pressed down on Uncle Jiu, it opened its bloody mouth and tried to bite off Uncle Jiu's head.

A fire charm was thrown into his mouth.

The pig-faced bullhorn screamed, and kept clawing at its mouth with its claws.

When the pig-faced bullhorn pulled out a ball of flame, he stared at the person who threw him the fire talisman with hatred.

Xu Zhiqing threw out the fire charm and came to Uncle Jiu.

He glanced at Uncle Jiu's two bloody shoulders and frowned.

Because the blood marks actually contained corpse poison.

He took out the glutinous rice and applied it directly on it.

Following the hissing sound, Uncle Jiu's face was trembling with pain.

"How could the wounds caused by this guy be corpse poison?"

"He's not a zombie?"

Xu Zhiqing spoke quickly, and he said softly: "Uncle Jiu, what is the origin of this thing of yours?"

Uncle Jiu's face turned pale because the wound was too painful.

"Either it should be some kind of zombie I don't know!"

"Either it's his claws, which contain corpse poison!"

Uncle Jiu also guessed the origin of this guy.

While the two were talking, the pig-faced bullhorn that spit out the fire charm roared and rushed toward them like a cow.

"Uncle Jiu, I'll pester him! Find his weakness!"

Xu Zhiqing said and walked over carrying the mahogany sword.

This pig-faced bullhorn shows that its muscles are really tough.

Xu Zhiqing stabbed it with a mahogany sword, but he couldn't hurt the muscle at all.

"This guy is so virtuous!"

Xu Zhiqing couldn't hurt the Pig-Faced Bullhorn, but each of his swords predicted the Pig-Faced Bullhorn's next move in advance.

His successive attacks made the pig-faced bullhorn monster fail, causing the pig-faced bullhorn monster to roar again and again.

"You damn fly, can you fight me head-on!"

Xu Zhiqing raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

At first, when he saw the pig-faced bullhorn talking, he felt that the pig-faced bullhorn had a somewhat high IQ.

Now I can still fight and talk to him at the same time.

Obviously this guy's intelligence is really high.

Xu Zhiqing stabbed him with his sword again, and then blocked the next attack of the pig-faced bullhorn monster.

Then, he dodged gracefully amid the roar of the pig-faced bullhorn monster.

During the fight, Xu Zhiqing discovered that the Taomu Sword could not harm the pig-faced bullhorn monster, but it could also restrain the pig-faced bullhorn monster.

In addition, he also used a spiritual talisman, which caused minimal damage to the pig-faced bullhorn monster.

This guy looks like the hairy zombie from yesterday.

Xu Zhiqing can only deal with this kind of zombie.

The opponent's speed couldn't match him, and even his strength couldn't match him.

In addition, this pig-faced bullhorn is also smart.

He knew he couldn't catch up with Xu Zhiqing, so he changed his direction and went to find trouble with Uncle Jiu.

It's a pity that he underestimated Xu Zhiqing.

Xu Zhiqing couldn't kill the pig-faced bullhorn monster, but it wasn't like he couldn't defeat him.

When the pig-faced bullhorn monster rushed towards Uncle Jiu, he ducked and appeared behind the pig-faced bullhorn monster.

Just when the pig-faced bullhorn was charging forward, he stretched out one foot and hooked hard at the pig-faced bullhorn's foot.

The pig-faced bullhorn fell to pieces with a plop.

Before he could get up, Xu Zhiqing walked over and stepped on the pig-faced Bullhorn monster's back.

The pig-faced Bullhorn was horrified to find that no matter how hard he tried, he could not push away the foot behind him.

That foot was like a big mountain, pressing down on his back.

Xu Zhiqing saw that the pig-faced bullhorn stopped coming, so he turned to look at Uncle Jiu.

"Uncle Jiu, do you remember what this thing is?"

Uncle Jiu saw that Xu Zhiqing easily controlled the pig-faced Bullhorn monster.

In his eyes, he thought about Mao Zhan, who was the first to come in that day.

I'm afraid that Mao Zhan was not attracted by Xu Zhi, but was beaten by him!

This thought flashed through his mind.

He looked at the struggling zombies on the ground and thought thoughtfully: "I read in an ancient book that specifically records zombies. There is indeed a kind of zombie that transforms into a zombie with its soul!"

"This kind of zombie is called a blood evil zombie. Its whole body is full of blood evil. The only way to kill this kind of zombie is to break the blood evil in him before killing him!"

“The pig-faced bullhorn monster in front of me looks very similar to the blood zombie, I don’t know if that’s the case!”

Uncle Jiu is not sure.

Xu Zhiqing thought so.

"Uncle Jiu, why did Po Xue Sha say anything?"

"This...it is said that it is in some places on the body. Those places are the holes of the blood evil. As long as they are punctured, the blood evil's energy will be broken!"

"Every bloody zombie has different tricks!"

Uncle Jiu said as he glanced at the pig-faced Bullhorn.

"As for his, we can only try to find it."

Xu Zhiqing lowered his head and looked at the pig-faced bullhorn monster at his feet.

"Tell me the truth, where is your secret?"

The pig-faced Bullhorn struggled to get up and ignored Xu Zhiqing at all.

"Ask him what to do, let's try it and find out!"

Uncle Jiu said as he took out the peach wood sword.

Then, he first looked at the horns of the pig-faced bullhorn.

"I wonder if the two corners are the trick?"

He muttered and struck with his sword.

There was a click, the horns were fine, but his mahogany sword cracked.

When Uncle Jiu saw this, he had a distressed look in his eyes.

"Not this place!"

After he said this, he stared at the neck, back of the head, ears and back of the pig-faced Bullhorn.

When he tried stabbing it with his mahogany sword, he found that he couldn't break the evil aura of the pig-faced bullhorn monster.

Xu Zhiqing thought for a moment, then bent down and turned the head of the pig-faced Bullhorn monster.

"Uncle Jiu, try his eyes, nose and mouth!"

Uncle Jiu nodded.

"it is good!"

As he spoke, he first pricked the pig-faced Bullhorn monster's eyes. Those hard eyes were like stones and could not be pricked at all.

He actually pierced the nose, but the pig-faced Bullhorn monster howled twice and had no other reaction.

Stab it into the mouth, and it just makes him howl twice.

"It seems the trick is not above!"

Uncle Jiu gave an answer.

Xu Zhiqing looked down.

"If it's not above, then it's below!"

Uncle Jiu nodded.

Then, he picked up the peach wood sword.

His eyes were fixed on one location.

Xu Zhiqing also looked over subconsciously.

The pig-faced bullhorn seemed to have noticed something. He contracted the two muscles to protect the key positions.

Uncle Jiu stabbed it, but it was blocked by two muscles.

He looked at Xu Zhiqing.

Xu Zhiqing understood what Uncle Jiu meant.

He stepped hard and crushed the pig-faced Bullhorn monster's concentrated strength away.

The two muscles were also relaxed. Uncle Jiu seized the moment when those two muscles relaxed, and decisively thrust out the peach wood sword in his hand.

Only a pop was heard.

The peach wood sword pierced through the obstacle with ease.

snort~
The place where the peach wood sword pierced made a hissing sound.

Xu Zhiqing and Uncle Jiu looked and saw that the scarlet blood evil energy was slowly spreading forward along the peach wood sword.

"broken!"

Uncle Jiu shouted, and then hurriedly released the peach wood sword in his hand.

When Uncle Jiu pierced the orifice, Xu Zhiqing noticed that the pig-faced Bullhorn monster's vigorous struggle suddenly stopped, and then he felt a sense of powerlessness.

Xu Zhiqing looked down at the pig-faced Bullhorn, the so-called blood zombie.

The bloody evil energy escaped from his body, and soon the zombie turned into a lifeless ball and collapsed there.

In addition, its body is slowly becoming transparent.

Suddenly, the bloody zombie turned into an ordinary middle-aged man.

This ordinary middle-aged man is the original appearance of the bloody zombie.

He raised his head and glanced at Xu Zhiqing and Uncle Jiu. Before he could open his mouth to say anything, his soul was floating in the air like flying sand and disappeared.

Seeing this, Xu Zhiqing turned to look at Uncle Jiu.

Seeing this, Uncle Jiu explained: "After the blood evil on the blood evil zombie's body is broken, its original ghost appearance will be revealed!"

"The blood evil he condensed relies on all the soul power of his body. Once the blood evil is forced, his soul will also drift away!"

"Once a ghost turns into a blood zombie, there's no turning back!"

When Uncle Jiu said this, he was filled with emotion and a little doubt in his eyes.

"Who is doing this?"

This kind of thing is definitely something that both humans and gods are angry about.

Especially those ghosts, turn them into zombies and then forcibly control them.

How can this not make them angry?
Xu Zhiqing was also curious, what kind of existence was doing this kind of thing, and why?
Dominate the world?

He shook his head.

He feels that those people in the world who do not know some of the truth about the world live really happy lives.

They fight in their own world every day, and they have no idea how many times they have passed by the world.

Xu Zhiqing doesn't want to think about the question of whether mankind will end up in the end. Unless the heaven is destroyed, mankind may play to death.

"Taoist Lin, Taoist Xu, are you okay?"

After the two of them eliminated the blood zombies, the old ghosts and other ghosts who were hiding came out.

In their hands, they were still carrying the soul bag that Uncle Jiu had thrown to them earlier.

"Old sir, we're fine!"

When Uncle Jiu said this, he gritted his teeth.

After Xu Zhiqing noticed it, he quickly walked behind Uncle Jiu and tapped his shoulders a few times, temporarily blocking the pain of the wounds on Uncle Jiu's shoulders.

He took a look at the wounds on Uncle Jiu's shoulders. The bloody claws were like sharp knives, cutting open several wounds where the bones could be seen with the naked eye.

Fortunately, the bleeding was stopped in time, and Uncle Jiu's own magic power was very high.

If an ordinary person had such a wound, he would probably faint long ago.

The flesh and blood on both sides of the wound were dark, with blood-evil gas and corpse poison still coming out of them.

After reading it, Xu Zhiqing whispered: "We have to go back for treatment!"

He didn't carry enough glutinous rice with him, and the corpse poison seemed to be quite stubborn, making it difficult to get to its roots.

Uncle Jiu glanced at the wound.

"Don't be afraid, it will be fine in two or three days!"

Seeing that Uncle Jiu knew what he was thinking, Xu Zhiqing nodded silently.

Uncle Jiu turned his head and looked at the old gentleman.

"Without further ado, let's take the first batch out first!"

If you continue to stay here, I don’t know what will happen next.

The two of them beheaded this pig-faced, ox-horned, bloody zombie. I wonder if they let the people behind the scenes know.

The top priority now is to take these ghosts out.

When the old ghost heard this, he quickly asked all the ghosts to hand the soul-binding bags to Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Xu Zhiqing took it over.

He tied these soul bags to his body.

When he was done, the two of them said goodbye to these old ghosts.

"Wait until we come back!"

The two came carefully and returned very quickly.

Afraid of encountering some bloody rain or other things on the road, Uncle Jiu asked Xu Zhiqing to take him and run away.

Xu Zhiqing no longer concealed anything at this time, and carried Uncle Jiu on his way quickly.

Just kidding, there are immortal figures like Lian Monkey and Erlang Shen in this world. What is there to hide about his martial arts skills?

"I really don't know where you learned this superb martial arts from. I guess none of the gods in the sky are as powerful as you!"

After it fell, Uncle Jiu let out such a sigh.

"Uncle Jiu, what you said is an exaggeration!"

Xu Zhiqing does not believe that his martial arts is better than those of gods.

"You don't understand. What makes gods powerful is not their martial arts, but their magic!"

After Uncle Jiu said this again, the two of them tugged on the rope tied to the side.

Now the two of them were thinking about going far away, but later found that the rope was not long enough, so they had to tie the rope to the side.

As they pulled the rope, Huang Dao and Wencai, who were guarding outside the ancient well, immediately noticed that the rope in their hands had moved.

Wencai hurriedly pulled the rope.

Not long after, the injured Uncle Jiu came out of the ancient well.

Huang Taoist and Wen Cai were shocked when they saw the wounds on Uncle Jiu's shoulders.

"Master, you are so injured..."

Uncle Jiu chuckled and said, "I'm fine, you go first..."

He also wanted to pull Xu Zhiqing up, but he saw that Xu Zhiqing had already jumped out of the ancient well.

"Junior brother, are you okay?"

The zodiac man stepped forward to make a relationship.

Wencai also stepped forward.

"I'm fine, but Uncle Jiu was a little injured!"

Xu Zhiqing said as he untied the soul bag around his waist.

"These soul bags are full of ghosts, we have to take them to Yizhuang for resettlement!"

Only then did Huang Taoist and Wencai notice the soul bags in Xu Zhiqing's hands. Each one was full.

"Uncle Master, how many ghosts have you caught?"

They prepared a lot of soul bags, and they were able to fill every soul bag.

How many tricks did this take?
Both Huang Daoren and Wencai were a bit frightened.

They didn't know what Xu Zhiqing and Uncle Jiu encountered when they went under the ancient well.

"This matter is a long story. Let's meet with Yizhuang first and then talk about it when we treat Uncle Jiu!"

Huang Taoist and Wencai nodded repeatedly when they heard Xu Zhiqing said that he wanted to treat Uncle Jiu.

The four of them returned to Yizhuang. On the way, Xu Zhiqing also told Huang Taoist and Wencai what happened in the ancient well.

Huang Taoist and Wen Cai were dumbfounded.

This was beyond their imagination.

Back in Yizhuang, Wencai hurriedly went to get glutinous rice syrup.

Xu Zhiqing, Jiu Shu and Huang Daoren were sitting in the living room.

The three of them discussed their next move.

"Since Uncle Jiu is injured, let me and my junior brother go to pick up the remaining fifty or so ghosts!"

Uncle Jiu was injured and it was impossible for him to go on a trip now. If Xu Zhiqing was allowed to go alone, Huang Daoren would not be at ease.

Uncle Jiu, who was lying on the chair, nodded casually.

"That's good, you two can take care of each other down there!"

It’s just another walk anyway. (End of chapter)