No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 136
Originally, after Chu Jinshan discovered the anomaly here, it can be said that he had made sufficient preparations. He invited his colleagues and arranged a large formation. Will be beheaded by them.

Who would have thought that as if a hornet's nest had been poked, a dozen or so silver-armored corpse generals poured out of the huge stone gate leading to the second floor of the mausoleum, and the ones behind were still blocking the doorway and arching forward vigorously.

"Sin, do zombies know to visit these days?"

Qunxiu's face was earthy, and his heart had already sunk to the bottom of the valley. This time, he would definitely kneel down. A group of corpses of this size, let alone a few of them, might not be able to suppress them easily even with a golden elixir.

"Even if I die, I still have someone to support me."

"Hey, this desperate spell passed down by the master was just a curiosity to learn, but I didn't expect to use it so soon."

"Although the body dies and the Tao disappears, we died to eliminate demons and defend the Tao. We have a lot of merit and virtue. After death, we can at least find a job in the underworld."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of all the cultivators lit up. This is not the age of the end of the Dharma. Today, when the aura is revived, various sects, sects, and even evil heretics can communicate with the will of gods, ancestors, and great gods in the dark, especially those like Maoshan, Qixing, Longhu and other sects who are good at catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits, super saving and suppressing demons, often deal with the ghosts of the underworld, and know the importance of merit.

They died to slay demons, plus they did good deeds and accumulated virtues before, even if they were reincarnated after death, they would at least belong to a wealthy family.

"Since that's the case, fellow Taoists, I, Maoshan Zhenbu, will take the first step."

The middle-aged man in the bright yellow Maoshan Daoist robe took out three sticks of incense, held them tightly with strange knuckles, and ignited the green smoke with a light shake, then closed his eyes, stepped on the ground with his right foot, and shouted: " The sky is clear and the earth is spirited, burn incense to pay homage to the Lord Wu, the beautiful bearded man who is married in Taoyuan, the red rabbit and the moon are frightened by ghosts and gods, and the second master is invited to the upper body, as urgently as the law!"

"Aah!"

Immediately behind Zhen BuTong appeared a three-meter-tall majestic statue of the martial saint Guan Yu.

"The ambition of the five tigers is not over, and they will fight for a hundred reincarnations!"

"Martial Saint Guan Yun is here, so why not have thousands of troops!"

"boom!"

The extremely violent aura instantly charged in all directions, and the monks who were close to him were almost thrown away, all of them were stunned, as if they saw the hope of life.

"Hmph, monsters, monsters, how can I stand up to you, let's see this sage decapitate the enemy and get off the horse!"

"Sorry!"

At the foot of Wu Sheng Guan Yu's Dharma Aspect, a Red Rabbit BMW with condensed mana suddenly appeared, but Zhen Budong's complexion also turned extremely pale in an instant.

"Junior, hold on, at least let me chop you with a knife."

This Dharma figure was extremely spiritual, and cast a disgusted glance at the crumbling Zhen Budong, clamped his legs into the horse's belly, grabbed the void with his right hand, and a Qinglong Yanyue Knife more than three meters long appeared in his palm.

"Xiaoxiao grants the head!"

Guan Yu Faxiang drove the red rabbit and BMW to volley into the void, holding the long knife upside down, like a speeding truck, rushing towards the silver armor corpse general formation with overwhelming coercion.

Although this group of corpse generals are all five layers of foundation building, and they are invulnerable to swords and guns, ordinary monks just deliver food in front of them, but facing the legendary Martial Saint Guan Yu's method, under the suppression of the natural level, the corpse horse under the crotch Already terrified and restless, some refused to listen to control, even the corpse general himself was frightened into a gray corpse, and tried to back away.

"Where to escape, eat Ben Sheng's knife."

Guan Yu's CD had already buffered, and he raised his hand to slash with a knife. The cyan crescent-shaped knife gas cut through the hard ground, smashing a group of silver-armored corpses huddled at the door and trying to escape.

"Wahhahaha, have fun, eat this holy one again..."

Martial Saint Guan Yu's dharma looks very happy, he will make up for this group of demons with a knife, but he didn't expect the red rabbit horse under his crotch to collapse, even he himself could not continue to maintain the dharma, followed closely behind It turned into a blue aura that filled the sky and floated in the air.

The group cultivators were very excited at first, especially when they saw Second Master Guan displaying his supernatural powers, killing the group of demons like beating a child, everyone cheered and applauded bouncingly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the excitement got up, Zhen Butong withered immediately, and the second master Guan was unable to continue, and he returned to a certain plane unwillingly.

The silver-armored corpse general who survived the catastrophe was still screaming and squeezing into the stone door, unaware that the evil star behind him had already disappeared.

"Army formation, assemble!"

"Woooooo!"

The harsh military orders and the heavy and distant horn sounded one after another, and all the silver-armored corpses stood in awe, and hurriedly lined up, but they were pleasantly surprised to find that the evil god had disappeared.

"charge!"

Qunxiu suddenly became limp as mud, and now he didn't even have the courage to escape. He looked at the silver armored cavalry like a torrent of steel, charging towards them with a terrifying momentum that could break through nowhere.

"Hey, that won't work, what about the tricks of your other sects? Can't you just point at one person?"

Yi Fan didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and he was very much looking forward to other sects having spells comparable to Maoshan God's. He had never seen this kind of spell that summoned the projection of the will of a great god from other planes.

Although it seems that it consumes a lot of mana, Yi Fan is not afraid. What he lacks most is mana, but at the same time his strongest thing is mana.

I dare not say anything else, but with this level of second brother's appearance, it is no problem to make him happy all night.

"Hey, it's time for me to play."

If Yi Fan didn't make a move, none of these cultivators, including the mortals in the entire county, would survive.

Among his powerful consciousness, not counting the corpses killed by the second brother, there are 78 heads left on the second floor alone, each of which is the fifth floor of the foundation. If they are allowed to go to the world, they will die overnight. At least tens of thousands of people died during the period, which can be described as a catastrophe.

"Captain Chu, why not let me do it!"

"Ah, who, who?"

Chu Jinshan looked back in a daze, only to see an ordinary-looking Taoist priest with short hair and green robe standing at the entrance of the mausoleum at some point, stepping on the silver-armored corpse general who blocked the door just now, and the corpse general was still struggling.

"Be honest with me!"

Yi Fan exerted a little force under his feet, and the power of more than 200 giant elephants instantly stomped the corpse into nothingness, leaving no gray dust behind.

Chu Jinshan: "..."

Group Xiu: "..."

"The Spear of the Underworld God!"

Yi Fan grabbed it with one hand, and a three-meter spear engraved with ancient ghost clan characters emerged in his hand. With all his strength, the spear was like a shower of meteors and fire, exuding a pungent sulfur-like aura, dragging the black The flames pierced through the silver-armored corpse generals like destructive force, cutting a hole in the neat cavalry charge array.

It's a pity that these are silver-armored corpse generals who have no emotions. They didn't lose the morale of the army because of this powerful blow.

"Hey, interesting, heart swordsmanship, cut!"

The place here is too small, and Yi Fan's big feet can't use it, but the "Heart Sword Technique" sword formula that was abandoned by the elder brother Jian Wuya like a shoe can come in handy.

With a wave of his hand, hundreds of small swords converging from magic power appeared densely in the void in front of him. With one finger pointing, the hundred flying swords rushed towards the corpse general formation head-on in an extremely spectacular manner.

"Puff puff!"

Like a hob cutting tofu, the seemingly invincible Corpse Generals were powerless to resist. Under the bombardment of the Hundred Flying Swords, they were instantly annihilated into nothingness by the powerful magic power contained in it, and even the thick stone gate was shattered. After cutting a few meters, it became much wider.

In about a dozen seconds, the light of the whole mausoleum suddenly dimmed, and the blazing silver light like a small sun disappeared, except for the small swords of the whole family, which emitted bursts of blue light, hovering in the air.

(End of this chapter)