Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

"Certainly!"

Just as Qianhe was glaring angrily at the zombie and breaking his peach wood sword, a clear voice came from inside the tent.

Jingming made his move.

If this zombie were to suck in more of this, it might evolve into a flying zombie or even a demon.

After all, those martial artists were all beings who had attained the Qi and refined their essence into Qi.

Most of the martial artists' life essence ended up in the mouth of this royal zombie.

"May I ask who this esteemed master is?"

Seeing Jingming suddenly appear in the tent, and then looking at the Dynasty zombie that was suddenly frozen in mid-air, Qianhe breathed a slight sigh of relief, and then respectfully asked.

"me?"

"His Daoist name is Wuming, but he is hereby appointed as the leader of Quanxing Sect."

Jingming looked at Qianhe, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"?!"

Upon hearing Jingming's self-introduction, Qianhe's relaxed mind tensed up again, and her knuckles turned white as she clenched her fist.

The greatest demon of the entire sect!!

"It seems you know my name."

Jingming withdrew his gaze from Qianhe and began to examine the royal zombie in front of him.

Under its own "human magnetism" immobilization technique, the zombie was actually slowly struggling.

Yes, the main purpose is to use the Earth's magnetic field beneath you to break the magnetic field of the person on your body.

This will take about a minute.

"It seems there are many ways to use magnetism."

Jingming carefully sensed the condition of the zombie in front of him.

"Hey, where did you come from, you wild Taoist priest? Don't you know you should come and pay your respects to the young prince?!"

While Chizuru was filled with apprehension, Steward Wu, completely unafraid, stood behind Jingming with his hands on his hips and shouted loudly.

The zombie was subdued, and Xiao Wang was also placed on the ground by Steward Wu.

"Your Majesty?"

Do you know how many princes I've killed?

Jingming glanced back at Steward Wu and chuckled softly.

With just one glance, Steward Wu felt a chill run through his entire body.

"You are a traitor!"

"My voice is trembling," Steward Wu shouted.

"Treason?"

"Given the current situation, the Qing Dynasty is on the verge of collapse."

Jingming smiled and refocused his attention on the royal zombie in front of him.

He even touched the royal zombie's forehead with his finger, further analyzing the zombie's body.

"Sir, were you behind this zombie incident?"

Seeing that Jingming's attention was almost entirely on the zombie, Qianhe asked in a low voice with a grim expression.

"What? You think I killed this guy?"

Jingming spoke without turning his head.

"Or was it me who struck that lightning bolt not long ago?"

"I!"

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Qianhe was momentarily speechless.

This could not possibly have been done by the person in front of us. Not to mention that he had been focused on the bronze coffin the whole time, his own strength was not so weak that he would not have known that someone had made a move right under his nose!

Unless the other party is a god!

"There are still thirty breaths left, and this guy is about to move again."

Sensing Chizuru's embarrassment, Jingming smiled slightly and withdrew his finger from the zombie's brow.

The zombie's body was indeed strange, but since I'm not a professional, I couldn't figure out much about it.

"Fellow Daoist."

"Don't call me 'fellow Daoist'!"

Before Jingming could finish speaking, Qianhe reflexively shouted.

His voice cracked from shouting.

"Master, you're being too attached to appearances."

Seeing Chizuru's fearful expression, Jingming raised his eyebrows slightly.

"How much do you know about zombies, Taoist priest?"

"What I mean is, from death to the place where the body lies, then to the reanimation of the dead, and finally to the burial place."

"How much do you know about this whole system, Taoist priest?"

Jingming asked softly.

"This is my livelihood, so I naturally know it."

"But what does Your Excellency wish to do?"

Qianhe frowned deeply and stared at Jingming as she asked, while Steward Wu, under Jingming's earlier glance, was trembling beside her, holding the little prince.

"This zombie is strange, and I want to know exactly what's strange about it."

"Therefore, I would like to ask the Taoist master for guidance."

Jingming pointed at the royal zombie, then at Qianhe.

"After all, everyone has their own area of ​​expertise."

"this."

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Qianhe hesitated.

Speaking of which, Jingming saved their lives; after all, Jingming was the leader of the Quanxing Sect!

"This is not something that can be explained in a short time."

Chizuru politely declined Jingming's question.

"Oh, I see. Looks like I'll have to ask someone else."

"By the way, are you from Shangqing Maoshan?"

"But I remember that the guys from Shangqing Maoshan have always looked down on this kind of profession."

As Jingming spoke, he took a step back.

Because this means the corpse will start moving again.

As the zombies moved, the magnetic force of the earth also became connected with them.

In fact, due to Jingming's previous actions, the zombie's strength has increased considerably.

However, for Jingming, who has already mastered the ability to stand upright without shadow, this zombie cannot sense Jingming at present.

So the zombie continued to pounce on the young prince.

"Roar!!"

In Jingming's perception, there seemed to be a soul inside this stiff body.

"Could it be because of that lightning bolt from before?"

Jingming stood quietly to the side, watching how the zombie and the people inside the tent were entangled.

I have to say, the more I look at it, the angrier I get. What a bunch of good-for-nothings!

"Pfft!"

As the last warrior sacrificed himself, the only part of the zombie's body that remained stiff—its eyes—began to move again.

Those whose life force had been devoured by the zombie lay on the ground like withered bones.

"Master, master, help me!"

After facing the powerful zombie, Chizuru instantly fell below.

The peach wood sword broke, the coin sword scattered all over the ground, the talisman spontaneously combusted, and a piece of flesh was bitten off his neck.

If it weren't for the tenacious life force of a cultivator, an ordinary person would probably have already lost consciousness and was lying on the ground waiting to die.

"Why are you begging me?"