Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

"Don't worry, Master, we'll take care of these Japanese soldiers!"

Chu Sheng gripped the Northern Emperor's peach wood sword tightly, let out a low shout, and recited the "Northern Emperor's Summoning Incantation":

"The primordial light and energy shine forth, uniquely positioned in the Southern Dipper."

"The constellations of Horn and Chariot divide the palaces of Yin and Yang. Summoned at once, they arrive swiftly, their divine might and radiance shining forth. So be it!"

As he spoke, Chu Sheng's magical power rose from his dantian and flowed into the sword.

The Northern Emperor's peach wood sword hummed, and a red light, about an inch long, burst from its tip—pure killing intent to vanquish evil.

He faced the first three ghost soldiers who rushed towards him, and with a sweeping strike, he killed them.

The sword moves with him, its crimson light like a sickle!

kill!kill!kill!

These Japanese soldiers had rotting faces, and their eyes gleamed with an eerie light.

Holding a bayonet, his movements were even faster and more unpredictable than in life, his steps unsteady, seemingly both real and illusory.

However, he was no match for Chu Sheng at all.

"Sizzle—"

The three ghost soldiers froze abruptly, and a thin golden thread appeared around their waists.

next second.

The upper body slid down along the red line.

Before it even hit the ground, it exploded into puffs of black smoke with a "poof," which evaporated completely when illuminated by the golden light on the sword.

Only three rusted bayonets clattered to the ground.

"Junior brother, what a fine sword!"

As Yu Chuda cheered, he untied the python skin rope and charged towards dozens of Japanese soldiers.

The python-skin rope, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, lashed out at the two ghost soldiers flanking from the right. Wherever the rope passed, the black mist melted away like snow being poured with boiling water.

One of the ghost soldiers' heads was struck and exploded on the spot.

Another ghost soldier was entangled by the ankle. Yu Chuda pulled hard, causing the ghost soldier to lose his balance and fall to the ground. He then stomped on the ghost soldier's chest cavity, causing black blood to splatter everywhere.

But from behind, more ghost soldiers poured out from the shadows of the garden and the corners of the corridors, attacking the four of them.

These ghostly soldiers felt no fear, no pain, and charged forward relentlessly. Raising their bayonets, they formed a continuous line, gradually forcing Chu Sheng and his companion toward the outer edge of the altar.

"Why are there so many?" Chu Sheng frowned and said in a low voice, "Senior brothers, back to back."

The two quickly moved closer, their backs touching.

Chu Sheng's sword light formed a ring to protect the front, while Yu Chuda wielded a long rope to guard the back.

In an instant, the hissing sounds of evil spirits and the shrieks of ghost soldiers mingled together, and black smoke continued to rise.

New ghost soldiers kept filling the gaps.

The pressure is mounting.

Chu Sheng clearly sensed that these ghost soldiers were different from the vengeful spirits in the outer courtyard before.

Their strength is more cohesive, and their actions are more methodical.

In an instant, he realized that these Japanese soldiers were empowered by the formation, making them inexhaustible.

"Hehehe... Sasaki, you're already struggling?"

"I killed 3 Chinese people to build this 'Yomi Hirasaka'."

"As long as we are here, the soldiers of our Great Japanese Empire are immortal."

The nauseating sound of Kuji came from behind the demon soldiers.

He did not step forward himself, but stood at the edge of the altar.

She stared intently at Chu Sheng, her eyes filled with resentment and mockery.

"As soldiers, you can only bully ordinary civilians."

"That old dog Hirohito, who eats shit, couldn't raise a bunch of idiots like you. That's the end for him."

Chu Sheng said coldly.

"Baka!"

"How dare you insult the great Emperor!"

When he heard Chu Sheng mention Hirohito, Kujiri was furious.

I'm not going to put on airs anymore.

He drew his sword, which had consumed countless lives of the Chinese people, and sprinted away, leaping high from the execution platform.

It slashed down at Chu Sheng.

when!

The clang of metal on metal exploded, and sparks flew everywhere!

Chu Sheng parried with his sword, but the immense force from the blade made his arm sink.

The blue bricks underfoot cracked with a spiderweb pattern.

His eyes widened in surprise; thankfully, he had taken a strengthening potion before he arrived.

Otherwise, we would probably have suffered a great loss today.

"Junior brother!"

Yu Chuda frantically swung the rope, then pulled out a thunder talisman.

It was thrown at Jiujing.

"By the decree of the Heavenly Venerable of Universal Transformation and Responding Thunder, the Five Thunder Gods are hereby ordered to descend swiftly to suppress evil spirits and dispel demons. So be it!"

"break!"

The yellow talisman exploded in the air, transforming into a bolt of lightning that struck Jiujing.

"Baka!"

Jiujing gripped the knife with both hands, his ferocious face almost touching Chu Sheng's, exhaling foul-smelling black breath.

Immediately, he turned his body, and with the black aura surging from the blade, he slashed at the incoming lightning.

bang——

The terrifying force sent Jiujing flying.

Chu Sheng quickly got up and examined the Northern Emperor's peach wood sword.

have to say.

This sword is indeed sturdy.

He clashed head-on with Jiujing Guidao, but was completely unharmed.

Taking advantage of the moment, Yu Chuda twisted his waist and swung his arm, the long rope drawing a semicircle, temporarily forcing back the five or six approaching ghost soldiers, and shouted:

"Junior brother, can you handle it?"

"You little brat, it's alright!" Chu Sheng shook his head, and black smoke burst forth.

Kujiro attacked again as if nothing had happened.

"Damn Japanese devils, they're using crooked methods!" Yu Chuda cursed angrily.

Chu Sheng's mind raced, and he took the opportunity to glance in the direction of Mao Xiaofang and Ma Danna.

In the center of the altar, Mao Xiaofang and Ma Dana were facing off against Hui Ji.

Hui Ji's voice was no longer delicate, but carried a hollow, inhuman echo.

"I have been waiting for this day for a long time."

Mao Xiaofang's expression was extremely solemn. Holding the peach wood sword, he said in a deep voice:

"You're supposed to be a member of the Tartar royal family, yet you willingly transformed yourself into this inhuman, ghost-like core of the formation?"

"Hahaha..." Hui Ji's laughter was sharp and piercing.

She suddenly looked up and said bitterly:

"Just because we are royalty, we would rather die than hand over our national territory to you bunch of slaves!"

"Just because we are royalty, we would rather die than hand over our national territory to you bunch of slaves!"

"A servant?" Madonna's expression immediately changed, and she gripped three purple talismans in each hand.

"They're nothing but a bunch of thieves who stole the country, that's all."

"Our land of China should naturally be returned to our descendants of Yan and Huang."

"Watch me shatter your so-called Yellow Springs!"

She moved with lightning speed, striking first!

Six purple talismans flew from his hand, transforming into six stone towers!

Hui Ji sneered and muttered something under her breath. Just as the purple talisman was about to strike the stone tower, a curtain of blood suddenly rose from the tower's blood groove.

"Boom boom boom—!"

The purple talisman collided with the blood curtain, exploding into clusters of dazzling lightning and fire.

The blood curtain trembled violently and thinned, but it did not break open.

After the lightning and fire dissipated, the blood curtain slowly subsided, and the stone tower remained unharmed.

"It's useless." Hui Ji's voice was mocking. "These seven 'Towers of the Underworld' are based on the blood and bones of my father and six brothers, and are infused with the 'Impure Land of the Underworld' brought by the Nine Chrysanthemums Sect."

She paused, her withered hand gently stroking the dark red heart on her chest.

"Unless you have the ability to destroy them at the same time."

Mao Xiaofang's pupils contracted slightly, and almost simultaneously, Ma Dana also realized the key point.

The two exchanged a glance.

"Junior sister, I'll take the lead; you find an opportunity!"

Mao Xiaofang let out a low shout, leaped into the air, and used the Seven Star Steps to draw a complex talisman in the air with his peach wood sword.

"The Five Thunder Generals, the Train General. Soaring through the sky and crashing to the ground, driving thunder and rushing clouds."

"A thousand troops, commanding divine soldiers."

"Raise the flag and summon immediately; there must be no delay."

"May the Supreme Lord Laozi command this swiftly!"