Simultaneous travel: Each of me has a different golden finger

Chapter 89: Copper Pole, Driving Corpses

"This thing is very dangerous, so don't take it lightly."

Uncle Jiu held a peach wood sword in his hand, his eyes alert.

This is an era of demons. If he had weapons in his hands, he would not dare to face Old Master Ren directly.

"Master, take it."

Bai Jing threw his peach wood sword to Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu reached out to take it, and rubbed his palm across the peach wood sword a few times. He was even more amazed and completely understood the preciousness of this sword.

"Hiss, three hundred year old lightning-struck wood! Where did you get such a good thing?"

Uncle Jiu couldn't let go of the sword and his confidence instantly increased.

With this thing, let alone one hairy zombie, I can defeat even two!
Lightning-struck wood is no joke, especially when it's three hundred years old! If a zombie hits it, it will die if it touches it, and it will be injured if it touches it!

"After working for a few years, I have gained something."

Bai Jing laughed. In fact, most of the fish were caught by luck, but obviously he couldn't tell this to Uncle Jiu.

"Give me this thing, what will you do with it?"

"It's okay, I have better ones."

Bai Jing was wearing a snow-white Taoist robe and holding a rusty ancient bronze sword.

"Anti-evil robe, and... a replica of the Pure Yang Sword!"

Uncle Jiu’s eyes widened. Why are these treasures scarier than the last?

The evil-avoiding robe can keep out the evil spirits and demonic energy. The one on Bai Jing is much more advanced than his yellow robe and is more than enough to withstand the attacks of the hairy zombies.

As for the sword, it is even more amazing. This style is undoubtedly a replica of the Chunyang Sword.

With just one look, Uncle Jiu sensed the strong yang energy contained in the sword, as hot as the scorching sun!

But the method of refining the Pure Yang Sword was lost thousands of years ago...

"You bastard, you're not going to dig up the tomb of the Taoist ancestors, are you?"

Uncle Jiu looked suspicious. Bai Jingfu now felt so unfamiliar to him. Was he still his apprentice?

"How can this be possible!"

Bai Jing smiled and said, "Master, you can use it as you like."

"boom!"

While the two were talking, the gate of the courtyard was smashed open, and a zombie dressed in Qing Dynasty official uniform jumped in with a ferocious face.

"Beware!"

Uncle Jiu shouted softly, but his expression no longer showed the vigilance he had just shown. All his anxiety came from the lack of firepower!
"Roar!"

The hairy zombie roared and rushed towards the two of them. The horrible corpse aura filled the entire courtyard, making people feel extremely sick.

"drink!"

Uncle Jiu took the lead in attacking. He thrust the peach wood sword forward suddenly, passing through the hairy zombie's body without any hindrance, creating a burst of crackling electric light.

"Good baby!"

Uncle Jiu's face lit up with joy. If he gave the hairy zombie a few more strikes with his sword, everything would be fine!

The hairy zombie showed a look of pain on his face, and he actually jumped backwards, wanting to escape.

"Where to go!"

Uncle Jiu looked anxious.

This hairy zombie has a strong jumping ability and is very fast. If we don't fight them to the death, it will be difficult to deal with it if it escapes into the deep mountains and forests.

"I come!"

Bai Jing suddenly attacked, stepped back with his muscles bursting, and his body turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the hairy zombie.

In just a few breaths, he arrived behind the hairy zombie.

Bai Jing used his magic spells to continuously inject his magic power into the ancient bronze sword. The ancient sword became extremely powerful, and the pure yang energy was as deep as the sea.

"Tear!"

The long sword slashed horizontally, chopping off the hairy zombie's head. The headless corpse fell heavily to the ground, the corpse gas dissipated, and a foul smell was emitted.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for killing the hairy zombie and obtaining a copper pole. ]

"Is this the end?"

Uncle Jiu felt it was a little unreal. He thought it would be a fierce battle, but who knew it would be so sloppy.

"Good thing, at least no one got hurt again."

The equipment is overwhelming, not shabby.

Uncle Jiu nodded, looking at the peach wood sword in his hand with some reluctance, but he didn't know how to start the conversation because of his face.

As a master, it seems wrong to take the initiative to ask for your disciple's magic weapon.

"Master, I have too many treasures on me. I cannot carry them all with me, as they may be snooped by thieves. I will leave this sword with you first."

Bai Jing smiled and prepared a way out for Uncle Jiu.

He had something better. He could feel more at ease knowing that the peach wood sword was in Uncle Jiu's hands.

Uncle Jiu coughed lightly, took advantage of the situation and agreed, saying, "Okay, tell me when you need it."

"Written talent!"

"Yes, Master!"

Wencai saw that the crisis was over and his master was calling him again, so he walked out of the house.

"Clean up the yard."

"it is good."

Wencai nodded woodenly, but didn't think there was anything wrong.

He was originally an assistant, and it would be immature of him to let the eldest brother do such chores.

"The spiritual energy in this world is thin, the Tao is declining and the devil is growing. If it weren't for these treasures left by our ancestors, I really don't know what to do."

Uncle Jiu sighed and said that ever since Liu Bowen cut the dragon vein and sealed the sky and the earth, it has become increasingly difficult for people like them to practice.

However, the monsters still have yin energy, resentment, and blood to nourish them, so the impact is relatively small.

"That's what the master said."

Bai Jingshen agreed.

Although he is not like Bai Jing in Joy of Life who cannot use his breathing method at all, he can basically not provide much combat power.

The reason for this is that even if one drains all of the surrounding spiritual energy from the heaven and earth, it is not possible to maintain full concentration for a long time at a normal level, let alone a higher level.

The breathing technique can only be used effectively in a world with abundant spiritual energy.

Fortunately, the power of other systems was not affected. Bai Jing encountered crises during his travels, but he was able to overcome them all.

As the number of fishing trips increased, he had more and more magical weapons on him. Now, as long as he didn't confront the army head-on, he could travel anywhere in the world.

"Brother, I'm here to stay again!"

At this time, a voice came from outside the yard.

Uncle Jiu said to Bai Jing, "It's Simu, let's go meet him together."

"it is good."

When the two arrived at the courtyard, they saw Taoist Simu holding a corpse-driving bell and driving a row of zombies into the morgue.

"Hey, Bai Jing is back!"

Taoist Simu said with a smile.

"Uncle Master, long time no see."

After Taoist Simu finished his work, the three of them had a midnight snack in the yard, each with a bowl of plain noodles.

"Bai Jing, you are full of energy, but have you reached the realm of the Taoist Zhenye?"

Taoist Simu asked the same question as Uncle Jiu before.

"It will take a little longer."

"It's better to break through as soon as possible. A sorcerer, a sorcerer, after all, has only skills but no moral principles, and it's hard for him to be accepted by the upper class. It's hard for me, uncle."

Taoist Simu was full of envy, and said, "Can you tell me the bottom line, when will it be done?"

Bai Jing pondered for a moment and said, "In the past two years, if it's fast, it may be this month. As for the bottleneck, it's hard to say."

"If you were born in the past, you would have become an immortal. What a pity."

Taoist Simu was filled with sorrow.

"It's impossible to tell."

Bai Jing said modestly, taking the opportunity to say: "I want to learn the method of driving corpses from my uncle, I wonder if it will work?"

"You want to learn how to drive corpses?"

Hearing this, Taoist Simu was stunned and subconsciously looked at Uncle Jiu.

(End of this chapter)