From Jiu Shu's world

The still lingering trunks and branches are twisted and withered like ghost hands.

A group of monks are veterans who have been slaying demons and demons for many years. Although they saw such a repressed and terrifying spiritual way, they felt nothing but boredom and no fear.

They walked quickly on the spiritual path and went straight to the depths of the imperial tomb.

But the road had just come to a normal level, when suddenly the surrounding Yin Qi condensed and surged up and down, and even made several whirlwinds, rolled up many dead leaves, and flew all over the sky.

Henry Zhang's expression changed slightly, and he felt the condensed yin energy under the ground, and immediately shouted: "Seniors, be careful, there is something underground."

As soon as the words were finished, everyone was startled, the originally flat blue bricks started to stir, it was weird and terrifying, and the clattering noises were dense and frightening.

The entire spiritual path seemed to be pushed by countless things underneath, and it was terrifying to watch.

Suddenly a pale hand flew up against the blue brick and stretched out, the nails were so sharp that it was scary.

The hand came out first, then slowly grabbed the ground, and slowly came out from inside.

The eyes are empty, the body is thin and pale, exuding a cold breath, this is a walking corpse with Taoism.

"Fellow daoists, be careful, all the corpses are buried, this place is a place for refining corpses."

Zhang Qingsong reminded everyone that with a swipe of the mahogany sword in his hand, he chopped off the pale claws that had just emerged from his feet, leaving behind a few drops of black blood.

The Taoists didn't need Zhang Qingsong's reminder, they had long been vigilant in their hearts, and now the corpses are crawling out one after another, they still don't know what the bottom line is

There are more and more walking corpses, just popping out, I'm afraid there are thousands of them.

All of them are carrying Taoism, although they may not become zombies, but they have already begun to breed a corpse with some zombie characteristics.

"Amitabha"

With a resounding Buddha's name, the first one to attack these corpses was Master Sanshen.

During the two days of contact, everyone knew that he was a monk of few words, but never thought that Master Sanshen had such a side.

Holding a pair of vajras in his hands, the forearms are long and short, and the two ends hang down, shining with light.

He rushed in front of the walking corpse, and with a pestle, he smashed the walking corpse's head into pieces.

After defeating two with one move, Master Sanshen still seemed dissatisfied, he chanted the Buddha's name even louder, and suddenly a huge phantom erupted from the Vajra pestle in his hand.

Then Monk Sanshen slammed down heavily on the place where the walking corpses were densely packed, and with a bang, hundreds of walking corpses were smashed to pieces immediately.

"Hahaha, Master Sanshen is good at Dharma, it's time for us to do it."

Among the monks, there was a hearty sound suddenly, and then a mahogany sword shot out by someone who did not know pierced through the body of a walking corpse.

All the monks began to attack the walking corpse, using various methods at once, some using spells, some using swords, all kinds of Taoism and Buddhism.

It had the upper hand for a while, but more and more walking corpses crawled out, but the situation was still anxious.

At the same time, in the depths of the imperial mausoleum, that mysterious man also opened his eyes while meditating, and he was about to take action.

Chapter 582 Li Qianliu

In an underground palace deep in the imperial mausoleum, a mysterious man opened his eyes from meditating, Mr. Mu flashed a sharp light, and immediately restrained himself away.

He stood up and walked to a jade coffin covered with black lines not far in front of him, showing a bit ashamed.

In the jade coffin, lay a woman with white clothes and long hair, like a white flower, not stained with dust.

The woman's eyes were closed tightly, her lips turned white, and her body had been cold for a long time. This was Meng Yao, the Holy Maiden of the White Lotus Sect.

"Ayao, hurry up, in a while, you should wake up."

The man's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid that the sound would disturb the sleeping woman, gentle and guilty.

He cut the palm of his hand, dripping blood, and the runes deposited on the jade coffin suddenly glowed with a rich red light.

In the main hall of the entire underground palace, a big movement suddenly occurred.

A lot of blood suddenly emerged from the cracks in the bricks and stones on the ground, viscous and turbulent. As soon as it came out, it flowed towards the jade coffin, contaminating, covering, and being absorbed and extracted by the runes on the jade coffin little by little.

The red light of the rune flickered wildly, and countless blood poured in, being absorbed by the rune crazily.

Drop after drop of blood has been extracted, dripping from the rune, the red light is full of magic, this is the condensed drop of thousands of ordinary essence blood.

As time went by, the extracted blood dripped more and more, and when they dripped down, they were immediately absorbed by Meng Yao's body, not staining the blood-like white clothes in the slightest.

Suddenly, Meng Yao opened her eyes, her eyes were bright red with a ferocious light, she opened her mouth unconsciously and roared, the fangs of the zombie had already grown out, and her aura suddenly rose, very domineering.

Li Qianliu's complexion changed, and several mysterious imprints formed in his hands. He chanted a mantra quickly and loudly, and the runes on the jade coffin suddenly moved wildly.

Meng Yao, who had just turned into a corpse in the jade coffin, was immediately suppressed again, her eyes closed tightly as if she was in a deep sleep.

"Ayao, wait a little longer, just wait a little longer."

Li Qianliu wanted Meng Yao to come back to life, even if it was just physically, but that was because he didn't want Meng Yao to become a monster like a zombie, but wanted her to become a god, a god like a nun.

After suppressing Meng Yao, the speed of blood pouring into the jade coffin became a little faster, and Meng Yao's aura also became stronger and more evil.

If it wasn't for Li Qianliu's suppression and the unusualness of the jade coffin, I'm afraid that the characteristics of zombies have leaked out by this time, and it has become the black zombie covered in black hair, or the terrifying purple zombie.

Feeling Meng Yao's increasingly powerful and evil aura, Li Qianliu said to himself, "It's time."

It is easy for Meng Yao to become a zombie, but it is even more difficult to become a female demon. Now that the first step of corpse transformation has been completed, it is time to move on to the next step.

Li Qianliu looked a little serious, made a seal in his hand, and shouted: "Dragon Qi, come quickly."

The pattern of the dome of the underground palace suddenly changed, the dots are like a starry sky, and the pattern looks like a dragon. This is one of the patterns that echoes the Fengshui pattern of Fulong.

Following Li Qianliu's order, the magic changed immediately, like a dragon fighting the sea of ​​stars, shining brilliantly.

Immediately, streaks of pale yellow dragon energy flew straight down and flew towards the jade coffin.

The dragon energy is different from this blood essence, the jade coffin didn't block it, it flew in directly, and then merged into Meng Yao's body.

Immediately, Meng Yao's body exuded a faint golden light and a strange red light intersected.

They are not in harmony, on the contrary, they seem to be at war, and they actually clash violently.

The stronger the aura on Meng Yao's body, the more severe the conflict. She suddenly opened her eyes, and her eyes were completely different.

The left eye is red and coquettish, full of fierce light.

The right eye is a pale golden pupil, majestic and extraordinary.

Her expression, one side is divinity, the other side is demonic, fluctuating and extremely terrifying.