Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

As the thunder roared, raindrops the size of soybeans began to fall.

The crimson netting covering the bronze coffin, soaked by the torrential rain, faded in color.

The middle-aged Taoist priest knew that this was because the cinnabar, chicken blood, and other materials on the cinnabar net had been washed away.

"not good."

"East, west, south, north, quickly tie this coffin up!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged Taoist priest took out several bundles of brown rope soaked in black dog blood and cinnabar from his group and threw them to his disciples.

"The Qi mechanism has begun to change."

"It's like the resentment and malevolent energy on this land has found an outlet."

Jingming squinted, watching the surging Qi inside the coffin.

The place where the coffin rested seemed to be the focal point of the energy formation in this world.

By chance, by opportunity, by divine intervention.

The wonders of nature.

Bang bang bang!

Before the four young Taoist priests from the east, west, south, and north could tie the ropes, the heavy bronze coffin began to shake.

The clanging of the bronze coffin struck the hearts and minds of everyone present with each resounding thud.

"Come quick, help me!!"

In the pouring rain, the middle-aged Taoist priest called out loudly, but who would listen to a Taoist priest?

Boom! !

The lid of the bronze coffin was flung open, and a tall figure dressed in the robes of a first-rank official jumped out of the coffin.

This scene terrified everyone who witnessed it!

"Escort! Escort!"

"All of you, protect the young prince, or I'll kill your heads!!"

Chief Steward Wu, who had just poked his head out of the tent, saw this scene and immediately shouted loudly.

This shout immediately drew the zombie's attention.

Besides the vital energy, there is also his bloodline inside.

"They are much stronger than the three bronze-armored corpses we encountered in Qinghe Village."

"If nothing unexpected happens, these people are all doomed to die."

Jingming nodded slowly and said.

These wild zombies are very strong.

"I don't know if it's because of favorable timing and location, or because of my own bloodline."

"Even dragon energy?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 137 The Soul Born from a Zombie

Roar! !

The royal zombie did not flinch in the face of the middle-aged Taoist's restraining methods, and directly withstood the attack with its sturdy body.

In Jingming's eyes, this was second only to his own physical strength.

You should know that you have all sorts of buffs to make you almost "indestructible".

"Changes in Qi (vital energy)."

"Unlike the three bronze-armored corpses we saw in Qinghe Village before."

"Using the body of the deceased, circulating Qi within the body."

"And then there's the faint connection with the ground beneath my feet."

"Wow, what an amazing creation."

Jingming stood quietly on the branch, watching the battle unfold in the torrential rain below.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was already trapped below, but the royal zombie was able to break through his methods and suppress him by relying solely on the strength of his limbs.

This was even after the middle-aged Taoist's four disciples formed a simple Qi formation and used a simple brown rope made from black dog blood to suppress it.

"Escort! Escort!"

The zombie displayed its power amidst the stormy night sky, while Steward Wu shouted for help from inside the tent.

Then the royal zombie broke through the blockade of the Taoist priests and rushed directly into the tent.

"Foolish! Won't the Qing Dynasty be finished by now?"

Jingming watched the events unfolding below and couldn't help but shake his head.

If we're going to attack, let's all attack together. If skilled martial artists and those Taoist priests join forces, they might have a chance to subdue that royal zombie, since it hasn't become a threat yet.

But what's the difference between splitting everyone into groups and sending people to their deaths?

"Roar!!"

Unlike the Taoist priests who used ropes to entangle the zombies, this blood warrior used either fists or swords, almost always engaging in close combat with the royal zombies.

Then, with its feet firmly planted on the ground and its immense strength, the royal zombie reached out and scooped up a person.

Then came the exhilaration of the martial artist's spirit and energy.

"not good!"

Seeing that the Dynasty zombie had already drunk blood, the middle-aged Taoist priest's face was filled with unconcealed anxiety.

Once the zombies drink the blood, they are doomed to eternal damnation, and they too will face a massacre!

"Xiao Bei, you are the fastest among your fellow disciples. Quickly go to your senior uncle's house and invite him over."

"Remember, be quick, or it will be too late."

The middle-aged Taoist priest urgently gave instructions to his young disciples who had gathered around him, while simultaneously drawing his erroneous magic sword.

It was a peach wood sword. From the time he became a disciple, the middle-aged Taoist priest had been cultivating and exchanging it with his own Qi every day, and it had reached the level of a magical artifact.

Unfortunately, while peach wood swords are highly effective against evil spirits and strange creatures, they are only slightly effective against zombies.

"Master, what will you do then?"

Watching his master draw talismans on the sword with his own blood essence, Xiao Bei couldn't help but ask.

"Of course we're staying to slay demons and monsters, otherwise we're just going to eat at the feast, right?"

"Go quickly!"

After finishing drawing the talisman, the middle-aged Taoist priest glared at his apprentice, then held a sword in one hand and made a hand seal with the other.

"The three of you, come with me to exorcise the demon!"

After glaring at Xiao Bei, the middle-aged Taoist priest took the lead and rushed into the tent.

Upon entering, a strong, pungent smell of blood immediately assaulted the nostrils.

The royal zombies have slaughtered all the experts inside the tent and drunk all their blood.

His skin, which had been scorched yellow from being killed and then struck by lightning, now had the color of a normal person.

However, when he looked at his bloodline prince, his eyes were still filled with greed.

This is a call from the depths of one's bloodline.

"Steward Wu, why aren't you taking the young prince away from here!"

Seeing that Steward Wu was huddled in the corner of the tent, trembling with fear, holding Little Wang, the middle-aged Taoist priest couldn't help but shout angrily.

A guy who's good for nothing but causing trouble!

"That's great, Daoist Qianhe, you're still alive."

"Protect the Emperor immediately! Protect the Emperor immediately!"

As if seeing a savior, Steward Wu hurriedly carried the young prince and ran towards Qianhe.

"Run in the other direction! This tent is made of tarpaulin!!"

Chizuru was almost driven crazy by this sissy.

As Steward Wu ran towards him, the zombie also flew towards Steward Wu.

Yes, fly!

"Damn guy!!"

Master Qianhe's expression suddenly changed. He activated his sword technique and slashed the peach wood sword directly at the imperial zombie.

However, how could a peach wood sword possibly kill a dynasty zombie that even lightning couldn't kill?