Starting from the control of Hongmeng, fishing for the heavens

Seeing this scene, hundreds of people in the hall gasped.

Ren Tiantian was also shocked.

Just now her father, Mr. Ren, was also hit by a bullet. Although he was not bloody, at least he was severely injured!

Right now, her grandfather's body is like a steel plate, and even bullets can't hurt it at all?

"No, this zombie must have drank the blood of our Taoist disciples before, so it became so difficult."

Uncle Jiu's tone was more solemn than ever.

Taoist priests and zombies are old enemies, and they are born and restrained by each other. Taoist true energy and blood essence have a great restraint effect on zombies.

The same is true!

If the zombies had killed Taoist disciples and drank their blood, their combat power would increase dramatically.

Mu Bai has known these secrets since he awakened the system.

But what puzzled him was that it was only last night that the master Ren escaped from the coffin. In less than a day, killing many livestock was already the limit. Now he even killed a Taoist disciple. drank his blood?

This is too unreasonable, right?

or…

Some Taoist disciple deliberately fed his own blood to old man Ren?

If that's the case, it's really interesting.

"Uncle Ninth, guns can't do anything right now, this one just jumps stiffly, you should think of a way."

Awei's lips trembled in fright.

The other earth star summoning spirits present also looked sideways.

Right now, their lives and deaths can only be placed on Uncle Jiu.

"This evil thing drank the blood of Taoist disciples. It is extremely ferocious. Its body is hard to hurt with swords. It seems that it has evolved into an armored zombie. Even if it is a master of martial arts, the body may not be able to compete with it. For now..."

Uncle Jiu said in a deep voice: "Qiusheng, Wencai, you take out the glutinous rice in the bundle to harass it. As a teacher, I want to invite the shroud left by the ancestor, and use the essence of heaven and earth, and carve it with your own blood. Subduing Demon Talisman, completely suppress this evil thing!"

Qiusheng and Wencai dare not neglect.

With a lot of glutinous rice sprinkled on the door, Mrs. Ren tried to rush in several times, but was forced to retreat.

Seeing this scene, hundreds of uneasy people in the hall calmed down a little.

Uncle Jiu also opened the baggage that he carried with him.

A piece of golden brocade cloth swept out from the bundle, and without the assistance of any external force, it was suspended in front of everyone.

Follow!

Uncle Jiu bit his own fingertips, and his fingers danced on the brocade cloth.

In an instant, a huge word "forgiveness" appeared under everyone's noses.

This word is golden in color, vigorous and majestic, exuding a sacred coercion.

Chapter 12

"Nie Zhan, I will let you know today that my Maoshan sect is very powerful!"

There was a loud shout like thunder on the ground.

Following Uncle Jiu's changing gestures, the piece of brocade cloth swept out, wrapping old Mrs. Ren layer by layer, turning it into a rice dumpling.

sizzle...

The old man Ren, who was bound by brocade cloth, instantly rose into a billowing black mist, and his whole body was like a candle, melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Uncle Jiu, why is your shroud so powerful?"

Seeing this scene, Ren Tiantian and many summoning spirits of Earth Stars were determined, their eyes filled with curiosity.

"The shroud in Uncle Jiu's hand once wrapped the corpse of a Taoist ancestor in the Maoshan lineage. However, Taoists are different from you ordinary people. When Shouyuan comes to sit down, what flows out of the body is Taoism His awe-inspiring righteousness and blood..."

Mu Bai touched the mask on his cheek, and said calmly: "After absorbing the blood and righteousness of Taoist masters, this shroud becomes a holy cloth. For restraint, Uncle Jiu probably wouldn't have used it if he hadn't been forced to do so!"

These memories have been there inexplicably since Mu Bai awakened the system.

Apart from his understanding of zombies, he basically knows many things about the heavens and myriad worlds.

Hearing this explanation, there was a trace of astonishment in everyone's eyes.

They didn't understand that Mu Bai was absolutely young, why he knew everything about this uncommon Taoist knowledge.

"Uncle Jiu, look at the moon..."

Another scream rang out.

Everyone who had just breathed a sigh of relief raised their eyes to look at the dark sky.

As the heavy rain stopped, at some point, a full moon hung in the sky.

This full moon is glowing with a strange blood-red color, against the surrounding darkness, it looks like the pupil of a devil, watching everything in the world.

"It's a blood moon, it's over."

As if seeing the river flowing backwards, Uncle Jiu staggered back a few steps, turning livid in an instant.

"Master, what is a blood moon?"

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai face each other.

"Seeing the blood moon, the appearance of evildoers... The country will decline, and the spirit will be exhausted, like falling into prison! It will be accompanied by disasters, such as: famine, war, injustice, evil, etc..."

Uncle Jiu frowned, and said in a very solemn tone: "The mysterious yin energy contained in the blood moon is the best tonic and energy source for mountain spirits and ghosts. If the old man absorbs the mysterious yin energy in the blood moon, the ancestor I’m afraid it won’t be able to trap it anymore.”

"How about that?"

There are hundreds of summoning spirits in the living room, and their hearts hang in their throats again.

Mu Bai frowned.

What he was worried about was not that the old man would absorb the mysterious yin energy in the blood moon, so that his combat power would skyrocket, causing corpses to litter the field.

Just quite puzzled.