Global High Martial Arts: Create a Tianshi Mansion at the beginning

Netizen: What do you mean by a trap? What is this kid talking nonsense? Today's trip was brought by the president of the Wulian Society, Liao Tianhao, personally. What kind of trap can President Liao help?
Netizen: Frankly speaking, these paper dolls are really infiltrating, maybe there is indeed some tricks in them.

Amidst the comments from netizens, Zhang Daoling continued: "The soil used in this game is not ordinary soil, but dirty soil."

"What is filth?"

"It's the soil from the grave. Did you see the broken bowl? The water in the plate was not ordinary water, but corpse water, also called corpse oil..."

Zhang Daoling explained, with a serious expression on his face.

He doesn't understand.

There are not even Taoist priests in this world, and there is no inheritance of Taoism, but how could this ghost be so feng shui?
Hearing that the ground was grave soil and corpse oil, Fang Miaomiao's face turned pale in an instant.

Although she still doesn't understand the meaning of this mess, but these two things are not a good thing at first glance!
"Then... what do we do now?"

Fang Miaomiao was completely out of ideas at this time.

"It's nothing to do. I have already broken the game, but those who have already entered have already figured out the way. Let's take a step and see, let's go."

Zhang Daoling shook his head and said.

By the way, I glanced at the system time.

There are still 10 minutes until three thousand Taoist priests are successfully generated!

"Miaomiao is here, I've been waiting for you for a while, let's start the live broadcast."

Liao Tianhao, with a square face, saw Fang Miaomiao, and immediately urged him.

If there is any large-scale event in the Wulian Association, it will definitely call on Fang Miaomiao and some other anchors to create momentum, but among them, Fang Miaomiao has the largest fans and influence, so we must wait for her to come.

"The live broadcast is always in progress, and you can start anytime."

Fang Miaomiao raised the live broadcast equipment in her hand and said.

"Okay, let's start, open the ancestral hall!"

With a loud shout, the members of the Martial Arts Association who had already prepared at the front immediately stepped forward and opened the gate of the ancestral hall.

In the gloomy environment, the things that caught the eye made everyone's expressions change instantly.

In the lobby of the ancestral hall, there are densely packed coffins, all of which are scarlet coffins!

In front of each coffin, there is a spiritual table with various meals and drinks on it, and it looks like it is newly placed.

Zhang Daoling's face darkened again.

Ghost King Banquet!
Netizen: This...what's the situation?Why so many coffins?
Netizen: Is it empty?I heard that the ancient buildings of the Chen family have been abandoned for many years.

Netizen: But it’s strange, these meals and drinks seem to be new, who made them?Could it be that the Chen family still has descendants?
At this time.

Liao Tianhao looked back at Fang Miaomiao, and said, "Miaomiao, you got the picture clearly, this time we are going to face, there is a high probability that it is the ghost king, so we must take the picture clearly!"

Take a clear picture of what?
Of course, it is to clearly shoot the big scene of the Wulian Society killing ghosts!

But with so much onion from the Wulian Society, can they deal with this ghost king?
"Okay, President Liao, please rest assured!"

Fang Miaomiao nodded in response, and looked at the number of people in the live broadcast room, it had already exceeded 500 million!
The name of the ghost king is indeed not covered, and the audience is still pouring into the live broadcast room.

In the world where demons are revived, supernatural live broadcasts are the biggest outlets of all live broadcast platforms, and they are also the most popular.

People from the Wulian Club approached those coffins carefully, and strands of blue spiritual power began to roll around Liao Tianhao's body. As the president of the Wulian Club, Liao Tianhao's strength is naturally undeniable.

But there are specializations in the art industry, and sometimes a powerful warrior is far inferior to a simple Taoist technique of a Taoist priest!
"By the way, what's your name? See what you said just now. You are a martial artist? Which sect?"

Fang Miaomiao adjusted the equipment, turned to look at Zhang Daoling, and asked casually.

"My name is Zhang Daoling. I'm not a warrior, but a Taoist. I'm from the Heavenly Master's Mansion."

Zhang Daoling said in a deep voice.

Netizen: Not a warrior, but a Taoist?What do Taoists do?

Netizen: Which sect is the Tianshi Mansion?Have any of you heard of it?
Netizen: It should be a little-known sect. These days, he is a folk warrior who dares to create his own sect.

This is not such a strange thing.

Zhang Daoling didn't bother to explain, but he couldn't see the bullet screen. The Tianshi Mansion was just established, or in other words, it hasn't been successfully established yet, and he hasn't made his name yet, so don't worry.

After a while, three thousand Taoist priests came.

Today's battle is destined to make the name of Tianshi Mansion resound throughout the world!
In Fang Miaomiao's live broadcast room, there are some other big and small anchors here, which is the opportunity to promote such a good live broadcast effect, free of charge!
"Zhang Daoling, what did you mean when you said just now that they are all in the right place? I think they are all quite normal."

"Some things are not visible to the naked eye. When you see them, they don't feel normal."

"Oh? Then...how can I see it?"

"Do you really want to see it? If you want to see it, I have a way."

Zhang Daoling asked with a strange face.

Fang Miaomiao nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Netizen: I think so, too!
Netizen: Let us also see what is going on!

Netizen: No way, President Liao and his gang didn't think much of it, this kid can see the way?Could it be that he is more powerful than President Liao and others?
Netizen: Believe it or not, I don't believe it anyway!

"Okay, then I'll show you."

After Zhang Daoling finished speaking, he took out a piece of talisman paper from his bosom, on which some incomprehensible things were painted on it.

"No, post this on the camera, not only the audience in the live broadcast room, but also the audience can see the specific situation through the live broadcast room."

"what is this?"

Fang Miaomiao took it in doubt, and asked while sticking it on the camera.

"Amulet, tap the dragon's eye."

Zhang Daoling said with a smile.

And in the next second.

The entire live broadcast room fell silent in an instant.

Among the millions of netizens, none of them spoke anymore.

In the live broadcast, everything changed.

The ancestral hall, which originally seemed to be a bit weird, is now completely enveloped in black air, like a strong wind.

All the members of the Wulian Society, a dark ghost appeared behind them, sticking tightly to their backs. Looking carefully, the members of the Wulian Society were all stepping on the insteps of that ghost. Up in action!
Fang Miaomiao gasped, her eyes almost popped out!
After a short period of adaptation, the live broadcast room also completely exploded.

Netizen: Fuck, damn it, almost scared the shit out of me!

Netizen: What is that?Ghost?so much!Oh my god!
Netizen: President Liao and the others seem to be completely unaware?This... This is the rhythm of annihilation!

Fang Miaomiao's breathing became more and more rapid.