Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 78: Zhu Li takes action and plans to go to the outside world in person
#東瀛镇变#
#Japan's big military move#
#Eagle troops land on the island, gunfights take place every day in Japan#
Various entries about the town changes in Japan directly became hot searches in media around the world.

This matter was inherently strange.

Japan has always been dominated by the right wing, and coupled with the Eagle Army's suppression, the suppression of the rebellion does not sound like it has much to do with Japan.

Unexpectedly, it broke out and caused a big incident for people all over the world.

Countries don’t control it either.

Let the situation develop.

It is always better to suppress the change than to expose the alien.

If the aliens were exposed, the foundations of materialism in the world would be dug up.

The Internet in Longguo is even more lively.

Regardless of whether the Dongying Town Rebellion is true or false, the fact that Japan is in chaos is a good thing.

As long as the Japanese die, the reason doesn't matter.

The tallest building in Fukushima.

In a spacious bathroom, candlelight illuminates a huge wooden barrel filled with steaming water.

Zhu Li sat in the wooden barrel, closed his eyes, and quietly enjoyed this rare moment of tranquility.

To be honest, he was quite tired.

After coming out of the coffin, I gained too much information.

It is equivalent to that he compressed more than 600 years of information into these three days. If he had not tempered his spirit and made it strong, an ordinary person would have collapsed long ago.

His long black hair fluttered gently with the waves, highlighting his pale yet handsome face.

Several blood slaves held bath towels and wiped his body carefully.

These blood slaves did not have ferocious expressions on their faces. They were all specially selected and had very few blood lines on their faces, giving them an exotic look.

Zhu Li suddenly opened his eyes: "It's OK."

The family members stepped back and stood on both sides.

Not long after, Zhu Li walked out of the bathroom wearing a scarlet dragon robe.

He stood in front of the mirror, and Tang Mi helped him with his appearance, paying attention to every detail.

"Woo——"

The hair dryer whirs.

Fukushima has been completely cut off from electricity and water, but this does not pose a problem for Zhu Li. He can generate electricity and supply water by simply refining a few magical instruments.

He has studied science and technology carefully these days and has gained a lot of experience in power generation. The few small magic tools he made were just a spur of the moment creation.

"Hair dryers are so convenient. Technology benefits everyone. This is a great era." Zhu Li looked at himself in the mirror and sighed softly.

Tang Mi chuckled and said, "Yeah, who knew that after the Ming Dynasty, the world would develop into what it is now."

Zhou Sheng next to me twitched his eyebrows. He really doesn’t treat me as a human being.

I'm still here.

You went to take a shower and the tomb guards blow-dried your hair. You didn't care about my feelings at all.

"What? You haven't thought about it yet?" Zhu Li seemed to realize that Zhou Sheng had not left.

Zhou Sheng did not give any reply.

He felt the chaotic information in his mind and couldn't help feeling irritated.

a few minutes ago.

Zhu Li moved quickly and stood in front of Zhou Sheng.

While Zhou Sheng was surprised, Zhu Li's hand flashed with light and his fingertips gently touched Zhou Sheng's brow.

Zhou Sheng's eyes widened, his robes fluttering without wind, as if being pulled by an invisible force.

At this moment, various images emerged in Zhou Sheng's mind.

He saw himself practicing, saw the moment of breaking through the bottleneck, and saw the magnificent scene of ascending to become an immortal.

These images flashed by like flowing water, causing Zhou Sheng to fall into deep thought.

When Zhou Sheng regained consciousness, he found that he seemed to have experienced several centuries.

"This is..." Zhou Sheng muttered to himself, his heart full of confusion and shock.

Zhu Li's voice seemed to come from the horizon: "Nine Transformations of the Immortal Corpse."

Zhou Sheng's face was filled with shock, and he looked at Zhu Li in disbelief.

He had never thought that this method of becoming an immortal that others were fighting so hard to obtain would fall into his hands so easily.

He was about to ask again, but unexpectedly Zhu Li had disappeared.

Time returns to the present.

Only now did Zhou Sheng realize that Zhu Li had gone to take a bath.

But he really doesn't want this Nine Transformations of Immortal Corpse Technique!

Zhou Sheng had a complicated expression on his face: "Your Highness, I have a question, why do you insist on forcing this hot potato into my hands?"

"It would be a shame not to pass on the Nine Revolutions Immortal Technique to someone like you." Zhu Li smiled and said nothing more.

Zhou Sheng couldn't help but smile bitterly.

His Royal Highness Prince Zhao really does things as he pleases. He doesn't care about what others think at all and only cares about his own pleasure.

Isn't this just trouble?
"Your Highness, what is it about me that you like?"

Zhu Li thought for a moment, and finally said slowly: "You have a bit of Zhang Sanfeng's carefree spirit. I also invited him to teach him the Nine-Transformation Immortal Corpse Technique, but I didn't expect that the old man refused."

"Although you are not as good as the founder of your Wudang Mountain, you are quite talented. Just think of it as a good relationship. I will give this thing to you."

Zhou Sheng stammered, which was too hurtful to his self-esteem.

“But I want to tell you that once the Immortal Corpse Nine Transformations Technique is in operation, it cannot be stopped. Be sure to preserve yourself well, otherwise you will become someone else’s wedding dress and become a laughing stock.”

Zhu Li is full of evil taste.

He was really too bored. After coming out of the coffin, he didn't meet a single interesting person, except for this little calf nose.

Moreover, Zhu Li himself also likes to deal with these Taoist masters.

Especially every time he does this, it makes him happy.

Zhou Sheng was speechless.

Good man, he finally understood it. That is to say, the founder Zhang Sanfeng had made this gentleman unhappy, so he ended up blaming him, Zhou Sheng?

"I don't know how many people want this Nine-Transformation Immortal Corpse Technique. I'll give it to you, so you should be happy." Tang Feng laughed beside him. It's definitely better than the Eight Wonders Techniques, so why are you so unhappy? It's just that the process of practicing it is more troublesome.

Although Zhou Sheng has not given a positive answer yet, Tang Feng has already regarded him as a half-colleague.

Mainly because this is His Highness's intention, they have no right to interfere.

They have been practicing the Nine Revolutions Immortal Technique for six hundred years. If Zhou Sheng wants to practice, he will probably have to start from the beginning.

However, even if he only cultivated for a few hundred years, it would be enough for Zhou Sheng. At least there would be no problem with his immortality.

Nine-transformation Immortal Corpse Technique, immortality is just the basics.

Zhou Sheng shook his head.

For other people, perhaps they are all very eager to obtain the Nine-Turn Immortal Corpse Technique, but for Zhou Sheng, this thing is somewhat hot to the touch.

Moreover, he also read the magic technique given to him by King Zhao. Although it was only half of it, he was sure that it was the real magic technique.

Thinking about my own eight unique skills, my vision and perspective are indeed not as good as this magic.

The comprehension of the Eight Great Skills depends on a person's vision and pattern, which also includes good and bad.

Among them, the lowest level is the Six Treasury Immortal Thief.

The middle level is used to summon spirits and generals, and it can refine one's divine power, but it is enough to establish a sect.

The rest are all upper layer.

Every person who has mastered the Eight Great Techniques has a limited vision.

As a sorcerer, he has great ambitions in his heart, he wants to rule the world.

No matter what era, whether it was Zhuge Liang, when practicing Qimen, their aspiration was to rule the world.

It was because of his grand ambition that he comprehended the Fenghou Qimen.

But now, due to the emergence of hot weapons, fairies are not allowed to become spirits after the founding of the country.

The so-called control of the world has also become a joke.

But it was not until he met Zhao Wang Zhu Li that he realized he was a real immortal. With great ambitions in his heart, Zhao Wang created the Nine-Turn Immortal Corpse Technique.

If this Nine Revolutions Immortal Corpse Technique is true, then perhaps nuclear weapons will really become fireworks in the eyes of King Zhao.

"Let's go." Zhu Li combed his hair and walked towards the door.

Tang Mi followed alone.

Zhou Sheng asked doubtfully: "This is..."

Tang Feng was tidying up the books in the room and responded calmly, "Your Highness, take Junior Sister with you to set up the formation."

"A large formation?" Zhou Sheng was stunned. "Is it not enough now?"

"Enough? It's far from enough. We are just collecting blood slaves from two counties in Japan. It's still too early." Tang Feng said indifferently.

"Could it be that King Zhao really wants to turn Japan into his own dojo?" Zhou Sheng felt his scalp tingling and was afraid to think too much about it.

Tang Feng shrugged and put the books on the bookshelf one by one: "Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all the grace of the emperor. Haven't you heard this saying?"

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No buddy, is this just a matter?

What era is this? You are still using feudalism to talk to me. If King Zhao turns Japan into a dojo, he will be the enemy of all mankind. By then, nuclear bombs will be the least of their worries. They may even force out the black technology of various countries.

By then, it will not end well!

In a blink of an eye, Zhou Sheng could no longer see Zhu Li and the others: "This is too much, this is much more cruel than Wu Gensheng."

Tang Feng looked at him strangely.

What is this person thinking?

Zhu Li's move was just to prepare for the mausoleum formation.

When it comes to magic arrays, only Tang Mi is the most familiar with them.

That's why she followed.

Zhu Li had learned from his previous experience and was ready to make another plan.

The land is no longer safe.

There may be opportunities under the sea.

Zhu Li is ready to play a big one.

Build a tomb on the seabed.

This is a feat that requires more thorough preparation.

Tang Feng looked at Zhou Sheng's dull face and knew that this guy was thinking out of place.

But it doesn’t matter. Do they need to tell outsiders what they do?

Above the boundless ocean, the waves are blue and the sea and sky are one color.

The sun shines on the sea, and the waves sparkle like countless diamonds.

The sea breeze blows gently, bringing with it a salty and humid scent, making people feel relaxed and happy.

In this vast ocean, a cargo ship was quietly anchored.

Its hull is huge and sturdy, like a mobile fortress.

The ship's flag fluttered in the sea breeze.

As the camera zoomed in, the scene on the ship gradually became clear.

On the deck, Huang Boren and others were sitting together, singing and dancing, with laughter and joy filling the ears.

Their faces were filled with happy smiles, as if they had left all their worries behind.

On the barbecue grill, the fragrant barbecue is swirling with golden oil and emitting an enticing aroma.

The beer bottles were opened one by one, foam overflowing, and the cool liquid slid down the throat, bringing a comfortable feeling.

Huang Boren raised his glass and shouted: "Come on, let's drink to this rare and happy holiday!"

Everyone responded, and the wine glasses clinked together, making crisp sounds.

Zhang Chulan watched from the side, scratching his head and said, "The final frenzy, Mr. Huang, are you hiding something from us?"

Huang Boren himself was a ruthless old man in the underworld. He was drunk at the moment and said, "Doesn't this make our gathering more reasonable?"

"." Zhang Chulan was speechless.

Do you know that if the board of directors knew about this, they would scold you for leading us astray?
Looking at everyone getting drunk, he sat down helplessly. What was going on?
Wang Ye took a sip of ice-cold beer and tore into the skewers of meat, which made Zhang Chulan tremble with fear.

"Master Wang, there's no need."

Wang Ye felt relieved, looking ahead with blurred eyes: "Bilian, you don't know how chaotic Japan is. I saw those people who wanted to escape from Japan at the dock. The fear, terror, and despair on their faces. I don't want to see it again in my life."

He felt a sense of relief at having escaped death.

When King Zhao was born, he treated the Japanese like livestock. No, he treated them worse than livestock.

Hell was upside down in the sky, and all the people in Japan seemed to have seen a ghost descending to the earth. They fled madly, with shock on their faces, and their feet had already run a hundred meters away.

The sounds of babies crying, dogs growling, and adults comforting each other mixed together and filled my head.

The hellish scene appeared vividly before their eyes. No one could withstand such a bombardment. After all, they had lived in a peaceful era since they were born and had never seen such a doomsday scene.

But fortunately, they escaped.

Zhang Chulan patted Wang Ye on the shoulder: "Master, you have suffered."

He glanced at Zhuge Qing.

Zhuge Qing just drank wine beside him and didn't say anything.

Zhang Chulan held a telescope and looked into the distance.

At this moment, the sky over the Japanese island was covered with red clouds, like a burning sea of ​​fire.

The red cloud was so thick and low that it almost pressed down on the island, looking depressing and terrifying.

Through the telescope, Zhang Chulan clearly saw that there seemed to be evil spirits bred in the red cloud. They were baring their fangs and roaring, as if they would burst out of the clouds and descend to the earth at any time.

Taoist Wang was right. How desperate would those people on the island of Japan be if they saw this scene?

But he was just a dumb college student and couldn't do anything: "Are we just going to sit here and watch?"

"Otherwise, those foreign aliens who originally came to Japan to join in the fun would not dare to approach Fukushima, and some of the blind ones would become blood slaves." Wang Ye raised his head and took a sip of beer, wiping his chin as he spoke.

Huang Boren shouted, "Children, enjoy this holiday. You won't have the chance to have it again in the future. This is such an unforgettable memory!"

As he spoke, he raised his glass and wanted to clink glasses.

Zhang Chulan glanced at Feng Baobao, who had a silly look on her face and just raised her wine glass and drank it all!
This thing
He couldn't say anything. After all, there was nothing they could do. The board of directors had already issued an order prohibiting them from landing on the island. All they had to do was watch the situation from the outside.

The current situation is no longer under their control.

According to information received from the company, even a few alien blood slaves are enough to cause trouble for these temporary workers.

After the alien becomes a blood slave, the Qi in his body soars several times. He no longer feels pain, life or death, and only knows how to kill his enemies violently.

The actual combat strength has not only increased by several times, but has grown exponentially.

Fukushima is now a purgatory. If you want to get involved, you may lose your life.

"That's great, we can still drink beer!" Zhang Chulan shook his head, put the telescope aside, picked up the beer and started drinking.

They were not short of food either. This was a cargo ship, and the most abundant thing on board was daily necessities, even Lays potato chips could be found.

Wang Zhenqiu walked over with a skewer in his hand, looking bashful and saying, "This task is easy!"

Zhang Chulan rolled his eyes: "What do you want to do now? We are not in the southwest now. If you get involved in Fukushima at this time, you will lose your life."

Wang Zhenqiu is the one who can't sit still the most. Who knows what he is thinking.

"Bilian, what are you thinking? Am I such a fool?"

Wang Zhenqiu chewed the skewers and laughed disdainfully.

Just as Zhang Chulan was about to respond, Wang Ye stood up abruptly, not caring that the beer had spilled all over himself.

"What's wrong?" Wang Zhenqiu's body shook. He thought Wang was going to take action.

Wang also stretched out his hand, his eyes deep and focused.

At this moment, his mind was completely immersed in the perception of the strange pattern of space.

A subtle fluctuation entered his perception. It was an extremely weak change, like fine sand in the wind, almost imperceptible.

But with his years of practice and keen perception, Wang Ye was able to catch a glimpse of this unusual aura.

He closed his eyes and felt the fluctuation more carefully.

As time went on, the fluctuation gradually became clearer.

It is like an invisible force, flowing quietly in the space, changing the original strange pattern.

An inexplicable sense of tension surged in Wang Ye's heart and he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Did you sense it?" Zhuge Qing asked.

"Yes." Wang Ye looked around vigilantly.

Huang Boren stood beside Wang Ye without knowing when: "Master Wang, what did you sense?"

The temporary workers also changed their previous drunken and decadent attitude, stood up one after another, and took fighting stances one by one.

It is difficult for a foreigner to get drunk when drinking.

With a slight rotation of Qi, all the alcohol will be forced out of the body.

This is also the reason why the board of directors did not say anything when they knew that Huang Boren was holding a party with temporary workers.

It is very difficult for an alien to make mistakes while drinking.

"The situation has changed." Wang Ye said in a deep voice.

Huang Boren was stunned for a moment, then frowned: "This is for warlocks only, please tell me more details."

Wang Ye looked into the distance and shouted, "Captain, start the boat, start the boat!!!"

The captain of the ship popped up with a confused look on his face.

Huang Boren shouted without hesitation: "Didn't you hear me? Hurry up and start the boat."

The cargo ship hummed and started.

"You can tell me now." Huang Boren seemed inexplicably nervous.

Wang Ye's eyelids twitched, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "The space and time we are in are all in the pattern, and the changes should follow a certain pattern. Even if there is a tsunami or an earthquake, the changes in the pattern will follow a certain pattern."

".But, Gudong."

Wang Ye's throat rolled and he swallowed his saliva: "Just now, from my perception, the situation changed abruptly and abnormally, and even disappeared for a moment."

"What does this mean?" Huang Boren was scratching his head. This was too professional and difficult to understand.

Wang Ye's eyes widened, and he said with trembling lips:
"If we continue to stay here, we will be deeply involved in the changes in the situation. At best, we will be crushed to pieces, and at worst, our souls will be scattered."

(End of this chapter)