Zombie: I made the immortal uncle Jiu by making clay figures

I didn't notice. Under the golden sword, there was a talisman.

There is a thousand years!

"Brother, let's go."

Luo Chuan stared out of the bamboo house with a gloomy face. It was raining heavily. Standing outside the bamboo house like rain columns, he felt a little heavy.

Muddy mountain path.

Several panicked figures stumbled towards the bamboo house.

"Brother, something really happened. Brother Qianzuru is critically ill."

"Teacher, please help me. Master cheated the corpse." Wu Shilang, who was holding the prince, was pale and had several big black holes on his arms. It was obvious that he was also infected with the corpse poison.

The prince was startled and tears came to his eyes.

"You should go in first. Go and see it with Luochuan. Take good care of them and be prepared." The four men looked at each other in a line.

"Master, come and help Uncle Xiao. It will be fine at home."

Mr. Ikkyu, I heard the news.

"After Daoist Fellow He Qian got into trouble, there was also the Zombie King. Although I am a monk, I will naturally do my best to help.

"Ikkyu, subduing demons is my duty in Maoshan. As a monk, it is better for me not to go." The four-eyed dragon stopped immediately.

If there is no help, it is Amitabha.

"Four eyes, one more person, more effort."

Luo Chuan said: “Don’t worry, don’t bother me here. I think Brother He Qian has already become the Zombie King’s dish.”

The cold rain fell three feet away from Luochuan, blocking the rain with a rain curtain.

"Brother, what's the treasure that can prevent water? Why doesn't the rain come to you?" The four-eyed dragon was a little envious.

The rain caresses my face.

Haha!

"Brother, you can do it too. It's very easy to use magic power to make a raincoat." Luo Chuan said, turning back.

"Forget it, brother. Save your magic power to deal with the well-trained zombie prince. Don't try to be cool here."

"I am handsome. Why am I handsome?"

Luochuan thought Siyan was very long-tempered and was jealous of his handsome appearance.

Pooh!

There are dense bamboo forests deep in the valley.

Inside the tent, the lights were on. Outside, the horse had been startled and was gone. The golden coffin was upside down.

There were several mummies lying on the muddy valley path.

No sound.

Luochuan stopped and checked.

“The blood has been drawn out, and he has completely transformed into a human being, his eyes are bright, and he cannot die.

The ghost who had been waiting for a long time walked slowly with an iron chain and a soul-beating stick.

"What does this mean?" A mysterious light flashed in Luochuan's eyes, and he became angry when he saw the ghost messenger's attire.

Maoshan has been the largest landlord of the Yin-Yang School since ancient times, with many virtuous people and underworld officials.

Why would there be a ghost who takes a Maoshan Taoist priest to go with a chain and a clamp on his back? At least there should be white flowers and clamps, not to mention riding a crane to the west. Welcome.

After all, the generations of Maoshan who have been subduing demons are the accumulation of good karma.

"I'm sorry. Luochuan, we heard about you from Big Brother. Although you are a wealthy landowner, we have the responsibility to wait. I hope you won't stop us"

One of them is a ghost in white.

"The iron chain to hold the life, the pliers to hold the head, are only used on those who are doing great evil. Why should they be used on some humble Taoist priest?" Luo Chuan held the golden sword in his hand, wishing he could chop it in front of the two ghosts right away.

"I'm sorry, Chief He Qian, even though he has countless merits in front of him, he stopped our soul-killing operation and let the Prince of Northern Frontier escape. Now he has let the tiger go back to the mountain and turned him into a zombie wandering outside the Three Realms and Six Paths. No amount of merits in the past can atone for his sins." The black-clothed ghost took a step forward.

Iron Soul!

The ghost of He Kui was portrayed with confused eyes, his body pitch black, looking around in disbelief.

"Let's go traveling, Chizuru!"

Luochuan's four eyes did not stop for a long time.

It caused the local government to fall into chaos, and killing people was a big crime. Moreover, people also have reasons. Taoist He Qian indirectly formed the zombie prince.

It doesn't make any sense to file a lawsuit against Yama Luo, Shifang Palace, and Qianhe Chang.

“I can only look forward to hell. For the sake of my predecessors in Maoshan, please spare me from He Qian’s network.” Luo Chuan sighed helplessly.

"Master and Disciple, the ending of Master Qianhe and Disciple was chosen by themselves. On the contrary, he also had his own arrangements, but failed. The royal family was so fickle and self-defeating, which was wrong in itself, and borrowing money from the dragon vein was also wrong. It's very simple." The eyes sighed deeply.

Take a candle and throw it into the tent.

The one waving in the wind (Li Li Zhao) has been the leader of the thousands of cranes in northern Xinjiang for many years.

"We have been waiting here for so long, but we haven't checked the whereabouts of the Zombie Prince. Why didn't he suck our blood when he first came?" The four-eyed dragon was a little confused.

The temptation of blood is a huge temptation for the zombie prince who just escaped from the coffin.

"Not good." Xu Shou shouted.

"What does it mean?"

"Zombie Lord, he has begun to be wise and mean. He must know our strength and cannot fight head-on. Moreover, he has not done the most critical step."

"A crucial step?"

The four-eyed dragon was a little confused.

"Brother, only by sucking the blood of your best friends can a zombie completely turn into a lawless demon. If you can kill a good friend, you can kill everyone in the world." A reminder, slowly live a long life.

Chapter 180 Someone Behind the Scenes

"Master and Disciple, didn't you say that the Zombie King has a soul? Why did it become like this?" The Four-Eyed Dragon was a little confused.

"The Zombie Supreme is indeed a zombie, and he has not yet become the body of the Shining Man. I am afraid that someone is manipulating him behind the scenes." Xu Bu Si is uncertain.

The zombies in front of him reached the pinnacle of the aristocratic dynasty. Except for the people in the Forbidden City, who dares to fuck the prince?

The word death, which one is it?

do not you know?

"Father's friend, you are right. The poor boy also realizes that the spirit of absence is deeply rooted in the body of the zombie prince, ready to explode."

"Who else can control him?" The Four-Eyed Dragon was a little confused.

Although the Qing Dynasty declined, during the turbulent times of the Republic of China, if the rule of the Forbidden City was not overthrown by warlords, Western powers, or bandits, the dragon vein would be on the territory of the Qing Dynasty.

I won't transfer it!

"Brother, do you remember someone?"

Luochuan warned.

He had never seen or heard the old sayings of Maoshan. He was very talented and a genius in cultivation. He did not covet the wealth of the dynasty, but directly practiced shamanism. Escape to an open place.

"In the Qing court, the courage to shoot was not innate."

"Brother, I forgot, there is another 560 person. That person was Emperor Xianfeng's younger brother and had a chance to inherit the throne. Unfortunately, he is not here. Instead, he joined the Shamanism and practiced secret techniques. No one has ever seen his true face."

"he?"

The four-eyed dragon wailed a little.

"That's impossible. Our master is indeed dead. They are from the same generation. Who can escape with a limited life span?"

"That's meaningless. Who has the ability to do that? A hundred years ago, under such a big situation, the destruction of mountains and rivers was done in order to prolong the life of the Qing Dynasty." Luochuan couldn't think of it.

outsider?

If the Qing Dynasty soon perished and was soon overthrown by secular warlords, they would have the opportunity to drill holes in Kanyu to lock the dragon vein. The tide was rising.

They can ignore the lives of mortals.

But my time is almost up. There is no time to be late!

As a result, many monks either joined the warlord camp or became separatist warlords, which accelerated the decline of the Qing Dynasty.

Look at this stinking coat. In addition to the endless quarrels every day, there are all kinds of weird things such as peddling peace and the talent of becoming a pillar of the country.

Even if there is, it will soon be gone.

That one should either be discontinued or stay at home and not used again.

Everyone in the hall was anxious.

This is the current norm in the Forbidden City. The old lady cares more about her own rights and drives away smart men and women just for her pitiful rights.

In order to celebrate his 60th birthday, he doesn't have to be so cruel and ruthless as to squeeze the people's cream.

"I'm afraid there is Xu Bu Si. That's right, it's not standing idly by. Otherwise, the Zombie King will not be willing to live on **. Don't be calm."

"Everyone, please don't discuss these meaningless things. It's almost time for the poor to fight." The four-eyed brother warned.

Ah!

“Brother, you are short, flat and fast.” Luo Chuan spat out a sentence.

"What does this mean?" The four-eyed dragon was a little confused.

"The time is short, the attack is flat, and the effect is quick." Xu Shou joked.

"Stinky kid, I'll find you when I'm done with the Zombie Prince."

Luo Chuan stared at the neck of the Zombie Supreme with a serious expression, and the scales gradually disappeared.

A signal.

The zombie immediately stepped forward, stretched out his black fingers, and grabbed the thing living in the thin board.

Pulled it out painfully.

The blood on the neck (agbf) suddenly flowed out like a flood.

Green blood rolled on the ground.

The bamboo boards were allowed to rot, but a faint vitality appeared on them, and green leaves suddenly grew on them.

"Aoki cloak, Jade."

"You are very lucky, but unfortunately you have gone astray. Practicing Taoism must be a good sign." Ikkyu clasped his hands together and sighed.

"Mr. Ikkyu, now is not the time to sigh. Haven't you seen the zombie prince go crazy?" Waving his arms wildly, killing God.

Stop Buddha from killing Buddha.

Lawless area!

Luo Chuan took a step back, grabbed the two beads that fell, and hid in the corner.

What a pity!

Zombies, those who don’t give Luochuan a chance, seem to think they are like Luochuan.

Luochuan walked behind the zombie prince, wagging his tail. The zombie hurried forward and instantly grabbed the zombie prince's arm.

The four-eyed Taoist priest knew.

Grabbing his winning arm, Luochuan immediately pressed the Buddhist beads on his eyes.

Makes a burning sound.

The air was filled with a burning smell.

In their frenzy, the zombies destroyed the decorations of the bamboo house without permission.

"Brother, Zombie Prince, I think I can't see anymore." Four-Eyed Dragon's little channel.

"Not good." Luo Chuan glared at the four eyes from afar.

"Thank God, this guy has hearing." Luo Chuan saw the spiritual secret of the dragon.