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Chapter 200 Eight Banners Elite, Taoist Zombie

Xiao Guizi sneered in her heart, there are always people who are overconfident and self-righteous.

As soon as the elite of the Eight Banners appeared on the stage, their aura swept all directions.

The zombies under their feet suddenly became turbulent, and they gave way one after another, leaving the open space for the three of Uncle Jiu.

"These zombies are all stronger than the zombie king, we have to be careful."

Mao Xiaofang said that he felt the aura similar to Xuankui from these zombies.

This made him frown.

Although there are only about a hundred of these zombies in front of him, each zombie is the strength of a zombie king.

For a moment, the faces of the three became serious.

"What to fear!"

Daoist with one eyebrow said arrogantly.

Although the words were short, they were murderous.

"I have a mahogany sword, which can kill all evil spirits."

Uncle Jiu flicked his cuffs, holding a mahogany sword in his hand, his whole body was upright, and his heroic spirit sprinkled the sky.

"I have a money sword, which can quell all evils in the world."

Daoist with one eyebrow is domineering, the money sword is shining brightly, the righteousness is awe-inspiring, and there is a sense of grandeur between the brows.

"I have a seven-star sword, which can kill thousands of evil spirits."

With a wave of Mao Xiaofang's hand, the seven stars on the sword shone brightly, and he opened his mouth to spit out the righteous way of heaven and earth.

Holding swords in their hands, the three of them laughed three times, and rushed towards the wall of corpses surrounded by the Eight Banners disciples with an unrivaled intent to kill.

Swish.

Baqizi held a shield in one hand and a spear in the other, and the shield was very powerful under the sunlight.

"kill."

The Eight Banners roared angrily, the wall of corpses collapsed, and the light reflected from the shield fell on the three of Uncle Nine, their sight was blocked and they had to stop.

At this moment, they moved quickly and dispersed, and within a moment, a group of Eight Banners disciples surrounded the three of Uncle Nine.

The spear is like a dragon.

Unstoppable.

Immediately, the three of Uncle Jiu were close together, arranged in a triangle.

There was no trace of fear on the faces of the three of them. They squinted their eyes, trying to avoid the refraction of the light.

call out!
time.

Long spears attacked the three of them from all directions. The sharp spears pierced the sky and pierced, making them indestructible.

If it was hit by a long gun, it would definitely die.

"rise."

The three of Uncle Jiu gave a soft shout, kicked their feet, and jumped high in an instant.

The Eight Banners disciples below saw it, looked at the three of them coldly, raised their spears high, and waited quietly for the three of them to fall down, before being stabbed and turned into a sieve.

"Hehe, the battle is over."

Seeing this, Xiao Guizi thought.

He was a little disappointed, could this be the Heavenly Master?

Worse than an ordinary warrior.

Dare to fly in front of the spear, who gave them the courage?

Now he just needs to wait, when the three of them land, it will be the time for the three of them to die.

however……

next second.

Xiao Guizi's brows were tightly knit together.

"how is this possible?!"

He couldn't believe it.

When the nine uncles fell, they each slapped the people around them and changed their directions.

Be caught off guard.

The three of them showed their supernatural power, and when the Eight Banners didn't react, they beheaded dozens of people one after another.

In an instant, the formation was disrupted by the nine uncles.

But the Eight Banners disciples were extremely rich in experience, and within a short while, they surrounded the three of Uncle Nine again.

"die!"

The actions of Uncle Jiu and the three angered them. They roared to the sky, and each time they roared, they took a step closer to Uncle Jiu and the three.

"Fight!"

Daoist Yimei didn't seem to be afraid, and originally wanted to save his strength to deal with Xuanye, but now it seems that he must get rid of these miscellaneous hairs before he can get close to Xuanye.

The three of them had a tacit understanding and soon knew what the other was planning.

So, the three of them bit their fingers and dripped blood on the sword. In an instant, the sword suddenly lit up, and the blade began to tremble slightly.

Once the sword that was stained with the blood of the celestial master was washed away from the lead dust, it exploded with unprecedented power.

Click.

With one strike, cut off the spear of the Eight Banners disciples.

Click.

With one sword, cut off the body of the Eight Banners disciple.

Click.

With one sword, cut off the head of the Eight Banners disciple.

The three of Uncle Nine were like gods and demons, showing unparalleled and terrifying power.

It made the Eight Banners terrified.

It made Xiao Guizi feel palpitations.

It made Xuanye startled.

"The Eight Banners disciple...is dead!"

Xiao Guizi said in disbelief.

After half a column of incense.

Eight Banners, the whole army was wiped out.

Three insignificant figures stood between the heaven and the earth, crowning all directions.

They are celestial masters, but their bodies are stained with corpse blood, just like demon gods.

"Hahaha, interesting and interesting..."

Xuan Ye laughed out loud, hearty and hearty, without any fear.

The nine uncles and the three looked at each other, and Xuan Ye was a hundred meters away. Xuan Ye's voice had a strange power, directly hitting the soul.

Fortunately, the three of them are as stable as Mount Tai, and their state of mind is extraordinary, so they are not affected.

"Xuan Ye, as an emperor, he doesn't think about the common people, but instead uses such despicable means to seek to seize the world. It's really shameful!"

Uncle Jiu said angrily, while speaking, the three of them got closer to Xuan Ye.

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Xuan Ye's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes were cold.

"Hmph, why do I have to explain to you ordinary people what I have done all my life."

Xuan Ye said coldly.

As proud as he is, he doesn't have to explain it to anyone.

The three of Uncle Nine strolled close to Xuan Ye. About 50 meters away from Xuan Ye, Xiao Guizi suddenly shouted: "Where are the imperial guards?"

"exist!"

Suddenly.

A terrifying roar erupted between heaven and earth.

The sound pierced through the universe, and even the stars were frightened and hid.

This is the imperial bodyguard that one man should guard against ten thousand men.

One person can stop a thousand people!
There are only 50 people, serving as Xuan Ye's personal bodyguards.

They stood in front of the three of Uncle Jiu, motionless, like stones, as if they were integrated with the surrounding environment.

If you don't look carefully, you may not notice them.

Even if you look closely, no one will care about them.

ordinary.

very common.

This is the most intuitive feeling of the three of Uncle Jiu.

The breeze blew, not even the hem of their clothes.

They looked directly at the three Uncle Jiu, but ignored the three Uncle Jiu.

Very contradictory.

But it does.

The three of Uncle Jiu didn't feel any threat from these people, but this feeling made the three of Uncle Jiu feel horrified.

Being able to be Xuan Ye's most trusted guard, how could he be weak.

None of the three dared to be careless.

Hu Hu Hu.

The wind was getting stronger, and it was still a little chilly.

The three of Uncle Jiu were sweating profusely from the cold wind.

For some reason, the hands and feet of the three were cold, but their palms and foreheads were sweating.

Inadvertently, Uncle Jiu saw the imperial guards in front of him, and suddenly found that their breathing rate was the same.

"This……"

Shocked, Uncle Jiu's heart tightened.

The three of them gradually slowed down, no matter what the nine uncles and the other three did, the fifty imperial guards did not move at all.

They didn't seem to see Uncle Jiu and the three of them.

at last.

When the three of them were still 30 meters away from Xuan Ye, fifty imperial guards moved.

They turned their heads slightly to look at the three of Uncle Jiu, their gazes were extremely silent.

Uncle Jiu and the three felt their hearts twitch, and their bodies felt inexplicably stiff.

The blood all over their bodies seemed to be coagulated, and the surrounding air seemed to be coagulated, imprisoning their bodies.

"what happened?"

Daoist Yimei noticed something strange, he wanted to turn around to look at Uncle Jiu and Mao Xiaofang, but found that he couldn't move.

"This... this is Taoism!"

Mao Xiaofang exclaimed, he was dumbfounded.

"What did you say!"

"what."

When Uncle Jiu and Daoist One Eyebrow heard Mao Xiaofang's words, they were startled.

Taoism?

How can this be?

They are zombies!
Mao Xiaofang suppressed the volcanic surprise in his heart, took a deep breath, forcibly calmed down his emotions, and said: "They are not ordinary zombies, they were all cultivators in life!"

One sentence set off a thousand waves.

There was a thunder on the ground, resounding in the hearts of Uncle Jiu and Daoist Yimei.

"The cultivator became a zombie, so he inherited Taoism?"

"This is really..."

It’s ridiculous.

Zombies know Taoism?
It's simply a joke of the world.

but……

If this is true...

hiss.

Thinking hard.

Uncle Jiu and Daoist Yimei didn't dare to think any further.

"This is the body-holding technique, a type of Qimen Dunjia."

Mao Xiaofang explained.

The reason why he was able to recognize Taoism so quickly was closely related to his daily accumulation.

And the reason why he dared to guess like this was entirely because Mao Xiaofang had seen it before.

Yang Feiyun.

At first he was a human being, then he practiced Taoism under his guidance, then turned into a zombie, and finally turned into a demon.

He is a cultivator, a zombie, and a monster. He has many identities in one body, which can be said to be unprecedented.

When Mao Xiaofang felt his body freeze, he also guessed that it was a fellow daoist who made the move. He didn't guess until he noticed the imperial guards.

"Don't care what kind of spell it is, break it all!"

The Taoist priest with one eyebrow snorted coldly, and the spiritual energy lingered all over his body, instantly breaking the immobilization technique.

He took the mahogany sword and rushed towards the imperial guard.

Immediately afterwards, Uncle Jiu and Mao Xiaofang broke the immobilization spell one after another, and the three of them rushed towards the imperial guards together.

"Your Taoism is not stable, let me send you back to the west."

Daoist Yimei said, every time he said a word, his aura became stronger by three points.

Seeing that he was about to come in front of the imperial guards, the aura of Daoist Yimei had already gathered to its peak.

"die!"

Daoist with one eyebrow raised his mahogany sword, and the light of the sword soared into the sky.

The sword energy rolled up the dust, stirred up the void, and erupted with a terrifying power unique to a celestial master.

With such a power, ordinary zombies would be frightened as soon as they felt it.

It can be seen that those imperial guards did not change their faces when Mount Tai collapsed in front of them.

Bang.

thump.

The huge impact made the ground tremble.

"One eyebrow."

Uncle Jiu and Mao Xiaofang saw Daoist One-Browed being bounced back by a powerful force, and he was sent flying in an instant.

The whole person drew a graceful arc in midair and flew tens of meters away.

"Cough cough..."

With the help of the mahogany sword, Daoist Yimei forcibly stabilized his body, but also took several steps back one after another.

"These people are all cultivators!"

Daoist said with one eyebrow, unable to hide the shock in his tone.

Just now, when his mahogany sword was about to hit a royal guard, a barrier suddenly lit up in front of him to protect the royal guard.

Immediately afterwards, fifty imperial guards turned their eyes to him one after another, and at this moment, Daoist Yimei felt the breath of death.

Even the gazes of these imperial guards had a murderous intent, as if they would die if they looked at them one more time.

Fortunately, while the barrier protected the imperial guards, it also saved Daoist Yimei. Although he was injured, Daoist Yimei felt a little lucky.

Of course, more of a lingering fear.

The feeling at that moment just now was really terrifying.

Uncle Nine and Mao Xiaofang held their eyebrows together and looked at each other when they heard what he said.

All monks!
And they are all powerful monks.

This force cannot be ignored no matter where it is placed.

But now, they are zombies.

A cultivator takes it as his mission to subdue demons and demons, but he didn't expect to become a zombie in the end.

This huge gap made all three of them silent.

"Let's start together."

Uncle Jiu suggested.

At this time, it is no longer possible to deal with these imperial guards by relying on personal strength alone.

Even if they are celestial masters, there is no exception.

These imperial guards did not say that each of them was an expert, but most of them were very close to the celestial master.

Some, even just close the door.

After turning into zombies, they seem to get stronger.

This change is enough to smooth out the gap with the Celestial Master.

What's more, there are 50 of them!

The number of heads alone is more than ten times that of Uncle Jiu and the other three.

"The wind is coming!"

However, before the three of them joined forces, they suddenly felt a strong wind blowing between heaven and earth.

This is no ordinary wind.

More like a demon wind.

They roared, howled like ghosts and howled like wolves, hysterical, as if they wanted to tear apart the living.

They were targeted, and their range was always around the three of Uncle Jiu.

The three of Uncle Jiu also noticed that the wind was abnormal, but the dust in the sky prevented them from opening their eyes.

The fine sand and gravel sting their skin even more.

Gusts of wind are like bone scraping knives, scraping out a huge pain like a birth crack.

"Fire!"

Just as the three of Uncle Jiu were preparing to report to the group to resist the strong wind, and just stabilized their bodies to avoid being blown away, suddenly, the temperature around them suddenly rose.

The wind suddenly heats up.

From hot to scorching hot.

Those flying sand and rocks started to turn red as if they had been deep-fried in a pan for 10 minutes.

sizzle.

The gravel and fine sand hit the three of Uncle Jiu, and immediately scalded their clothes to black smoke, leaving a hole in them.

"Call the wind and control the fire... These are Taoisms that have been lost for decades. These guys are not from the same era as us."

The spiritual fantasy world has encountered many catastrophes, and every catastrophe caused countless cultivation schools to perish, and the practitioners died.

Today, it is unknown how many sects have been buried in the long river of history.

These imperial guards are not monks familiar to Uncle Jiu and others at all, and the Taoism they perform is more subtle and transcends this era.

Future generations have the wisdom of future generations, and they will continue to improve based on the theories of predecessors, and even open up new paths.

But the predecessors also have the wisdom of the predecessors, and even because of the bad situation, the road opened is wider than the later generations.

At this moment, although the three of them are celestial masters, their strength is suppressed to the point where they are out of ten.

It is enough to see the horror of these imperial guards.

"Mao Xiaofang in Maoshan, in the name of the celestial master, the wind stops and the fire goes out."

Uncle Jiu suddenly condensed a vast spiritual energy. He used Maoshan Taoism to control the wind and fire, so that the wind would stop and the fire would go out.

After a while, Uncle Jiu's Taoism took effect, and the original rage gradually subsided.

"Oops."

Before the three of Uncle Jiu were happy, Fenghuo, who was suppressed by Uncle Jiu, became violent.

Someone is casting spells to fight against Uncle Jiu.

Daoist Yimei and Mao Xiaofang looked at where the imperial guards were, and immediately locked ten of them.

It was these ten people who fought against Uncle Nine.

It was said that it was a fight, but Jiu Shu was defeated soon, and the aura on Jiu Shu's body became weak.

Seeing this, the Taoist priest with one eyebrow immediately instilled his spiritual energy into Uncle Jiu, and Uncle Jiu nodded quickly when he saw it.

With the help of Daoist Yimei, the turmoil gradually calmed down.

(End of this chapter)