Zombie: Buddha of the Nine Gates, Martial Saint on Earth!

"The copper-horned gold coffin is used to store zombies that have turned into corpses." As soon as the four-eyed priest finished speaking, Qianhe nodded, "That's right, brother, there are indeed zombies inside, and they are not simple zombies, yes A royal prince in the frontier has changed his body."

"It's amazing, Junior Brother, you can subdue even the royal zombie's corpse transformation, it seems that your cultivation base has greatly improved."

"I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, brother, I'm only an early master, how can I deal with the royal zombies, they are the royal zombies subdued by Elder Liu Xuan, and then Elder Liu Xuan called me, and the little prince and others personally killed the royal zombies Send it to the capital."

The four-eyed priest frowned.

"The royal zombie is extremely ferocious. Why didn't Elder Liu burn it on the spot? The frontier is thousands of miles away from the imperial capital. If something happens, the consequences will be disastrous."

Qianhe let out a sigh of relief: "It should be that the corpses of the princes of the royal family cannot be burned at will."

Master Yixiu looked at the golden coffin with copper horns, and immediately said: "Qianhe, why don't you take down the tent, the sunlight can weaken the corpse's aura."

"Master Yixiu is right. Take down the tents in the southeast and northwest." Qianhe immediately ordered his disciples to take down the tents of the copper-horned and golden coffins.

"Okay, brother, we are leaving, and we will meet again by fate."

The Taoist priest with four eyes looked at Jia Le and said, "Jia Le, have you brought the glutinous rice?"

"Master, here it is."

Jia Le brought a big bag of glutinous rice over, and Daoist Simu stuffed the glutinous rice to Qianhe, "Junior brother, goodbye."

Qian He cupped his fists and said, "Senior Brother, Master Yixiu, Young Marshal Zhang, goodbye."

Chizuru and the others left quickly.

Daoist Simu sighed, "Junior Brother, I hope you will never use this bag of glutinous rice."

Zhang Qishan knows, tonight.

The royal zombies must be alive.

Qianhe died.

coming soon.

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Chapter 31

of course.

Zhang Qishan didn't say anything.

At night, Qingqing made a table full of delicious food.

Daoist Simu and Master Yixiu were watching the night scene outside the courtyard, when they suddenly saw dark clouds surging, and a thunderbolt began to appear in the sky.

The four-eyed priest frowned.

"Is it going to rain, I hope there will be no accident, junior brother." Taoist Simu said to himself, still very worried about Qianhe.

Qianhe, him, Uncle Jiu.

The three of them felt the deepest in Maoshan.

The three are also the best fit.

Qianhe is the most upright person, every time he and Lin Fengjiao get into trouble, Qianhe will take the blame.

Master Yixiu looked at the frowning of the four-eyed Taoist priest, and he patted the four-eyed Taoist priest on the shoulder, "Don't worry, four-eyed boy, your junior brother Qianhe has powerful mana, and you have four powerful disciples, don't worry." There will be accidents, even if there are any accidents, they should be able to deal with them. You forgot, there are more than a dozen big insiders. These ten or so big insiders are all martial arts masters among people, and they are all tyrannical. "

The four-eyed Taoist priest nodded, "Well, it seems that Elder Liu has thought of this, not only let my junior brother escort the four major disciples, but also hand-picked so many big insiders to escort, there should be no problem, okay, Old monk, eat."

On the dining table in the hall.

Daoist Simu drank fine wine and ate chicken legs.

Jiale also ate with big mouthfuls.

Qingqing looked at Jiale and Taoist Simu, "Hmph, save some for the young commander, and he hasn't come to eat yet."

Master Yixiu looked at Qingqing, "Where did the young commander go? Why hasn't he come out for dinner yet?"

Qingqing touched her head: "That's right, where did the young commander go, why didn't he see anyone?"

Qingqing went to Zhang Qishan's practice room, but did not find Zhang Qishan's figure.

"I didn't see the figure of the young marshal. I guess he went to practice outside. Let's eat first." Qingqing returned to the hall.

At this moment, Zhang Qishan was wearing a black robe and carrying a demon-slaying knife on his back. He was already far away from the Taoist village of the four-eyed Taoist priest.

In the dark jungle.

Zhang Qishan ejected continuously.

He looks at the night sky.

heavily clouded.

Thunder and lightning.

He knew it was going to rain.

Once it rains.

The royal zombies must be alive.

That was a great opportunity for him to reap.

During the day, Zhang Qishan could feel the aura inside the golden coffin with copper horns.

This breath.

very powerful.

super strong.

I'm afraid it can be compared with the Black Fox King.

It can even surpass the Black Fox King.

Zhang Qishan was very excited.

This time, if the royal zombies are harvested.

Then he is bound to break through the ninth orifice and step into the realm of a half-step master.

boom!

At this moment, thunder rang out, lightning pierced the night sky, and Zhang Qishan kept moving, tearing apart the night like an afterimage.

"Royal Zombie, the Young Marshal Ben is here."

now.

Daoist Qianhe, his four apprentices, and a dozen or so Ouchi guards galloped in the jungle.

Thunder and lightning sounded, and the wind hit.

Wu Shilang was taken aback.

The little prince also showed a scared expression.

Daoist Qianhe looked at the dark clouds in the night sky above, and he secretly screamed that it was not good.

"No, it's going to rain." As soon as Daoist Qianhe spoke, another thunder exploded, and immediately after that, heavy rain fell.

Seeing the heavy rain coming, Priest Qianhe immediately said: "No, the ink fighting rope cannot be washed away by the rain, and once it is washed away, it will not be able to suppress the corpse's aura."

"Southeast, Northwest!"

Qianhe suddenly drank.

Four young disciples rushed over from the southeast to the northwest, "Master, what should we do."

"Go and fasten the tent to the copper-horned and golden coffin, and don't let the rain wash away the ink-fighting rope."

After speaking.

Daoist Qianhe asked the other big inner guards to set up camp.

"Others, set up camp quickly, quickly, quickly!" After Daoist Qianhe finished speaking, other big inner guards set up camp one after another.

After finishing the tent.

Qianhe asked several Ouchi guards to push the golden coffin with copper horns into the tent.

At this time, Wu Shilang immediately said: "Master Dao, what are you doing, we are living people, this coffin can be placed outside."

"Wu Shilang, don't let the rain wash over the coffin, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous." Qianhe said.

"Hmph, so what if it's washed away. If the little prince gets wet from the rain and gets sick, who can take the responsibility?"

Having said that, Wu Shilang hugged the little prince and went into the tent.

Qianhe looked at the other Ouchi guards who were drenched in the rain, and said, "What are you doing standing there, continue to set up camp. If the contents of this coffin come out, all of us will die."

Soon, these Ouchi guards continued to camp.

When everyone was preparing to push the golden coffin with bronze horns.

The rain stopped suddenly.

At this moment, there was a banging sound from the copper-horned and golden coffin.

Several Ouchi guards retreated again and again, showing a look of panic.

"Ah, Taoist priest, what's going on here."

Qianhe's eyes froze, and he immediately asked the southeast and northwest to bring the rope, and several people from the southeast and northwest took the thick hemp rope and tied the copper-horned golden coffin.

Bang bang bang!

The coffin lid kept shaking.

Daoist Qianhe tipped his toes, and his whole body fell on the coffin lid, and then pressed hard. Then, he pasted a yellow charm on the coffin lid.

As soon as it was posted, his yellow charms burst into flames.

"What, how is this possible! What level of zombie is inside?" Qianhe was extremely frightened. He bit his finger instantly, then bent down and quickly drew a blood talisman on the coffin lid.

It is the corpse talisman.

boom!

Inside the coffin, a corpse roar roared.

Even the corpse-suppressing talisman drawn by Daoist Qianhe with blood essence could not suppress the royal zombies inside the coffin.

The lid of the entire coffin burst suddenly.

Qianhe was hit more than ten meters away and rolled to the ground.

Followed by.

From inside the golden coffin with copper horns, a figure jumped out.

This person is the royal prince of the corpse change.

Qian He looked at the royal prince, he couldn't figure out why Elder Liu of Maoshan didn't use nails to seal the dead royal prince.

"Elder Liu is too negligent, the nails are useless, and the talisman is not attached to the brain of the corpse." Daoist Qianhe let out a heavy breath.

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Chapter 32

Roar!

A fierce corpse roar shook everyone's ears.

At this moment, other big internal guards came out one after another.

They looked at a corpse standing inside the coffin. Isn't this corpse a royal prince?