Zombie simulation, I was burned by the ninth uncle again

In fact, when he watched ghost movies in his previous life, as long as Uncle Jiu was in the movie, he would not feel afraid.

Because everyone knows that if Uncle Jiu is here, the evil must be overwhelming.

But at this time, he became the evil in the film!

"I think it's better to continue lying in the corpse. If Mr. Feng Shui doesn't come and gets beheaded by Uncle Jiu, then Barbie Q will be there."

You know, in the results of the zombie simulation, he even broke through to the third rank and froze.

But still can't beat Uncle Nine.

I met in the morning, so I don't need to come out to say hello.

So, let's watch the show in a low-key way tonight.

Ren Mu restrained all the corpse energy in his body, and immediately turned into a cold corpse again, no abnormality.

"Did I hear it wrong?"

Uncle Jiu walked around the morgue, and then went to Ren Weiyong's coffin to inspect it carefully, and saw that there were dense ink lines on the coffin.

Because the oil lamp is too bright, it seems that the ink fountain line is even more dim.

The ink of this ink fountain line is made by him with rooster blood, glutinous rice ash and ink.

Even if Old Master Ren really turned into a dead body, he still cannot escape from this net.

"Could it be in the coffin?"

At this moment, Uncle Jiu had a bad premonition in his heart.

His cultivation base has already broken through to a fourth-rank Taoist master, and his premonitions are very accurate every time.

"Grandfather Ren has been buried for 20 years. His body has not rotted into a zombie. No one can guess how strong he will be when he is born!"

Lying in the coffin as an animal husbandry, he felt Uncle Jiu's malicious gaze.

Immediately, I kept praying in my heart: "Uncle Jiu, no matter how powerful I am, you should stop staying here, go outside and take a look, the Feng Shui master is coming!"

Just when Uncle Jiu was about to open Ren Mu's coffin and examine it carefully.

"Crack!" Suddenly, there was a sound outside the morgue.

Uncle Jiu immediately ran out, seeing that Wen Cai was sleeping soundly, a slight smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

"Sleeping like a pig, this kind of person is the most suitable for Yizhuang."

When Uncle Jiu was about to go back to the house to sleep, a strong wind suddenly blew outside the house.

The wind blew from the direction of Uncle Jiu's room to the direction of the morgue, making the big trees outside rattle.

"Ok!"

His nose twitched a few times, and Uncle Jiu's expression changed drastically. He smelled a strong smell of blood and evil spirits from the dark wind.

Immediately turned and went back to the room, without time to put on clothes, directly took out ink fountain thread and mahogany sword.

As for Wen Cai, he is still dreaming a beautiful dream, even if there is thunder outside, it may not be able to wake him up.

"Hey, there's a good show to watch, I have to lie down in a more comfortable position!"

Sensing the abnormality outside, although Ren Mu's heart tightened, he took pleasure in bitterness.

But I still didn't want to get out of the coffin.

He opened the attribute panel, wondering if he was qualified to be a melon eater.

Host: Ren Mu.

Status: Normal.

Level: second grade white stiffness.

Strength: 300 (jin).

Constitution: 252.

Speed: 1 (m/s).

Consciousness: 5 (meters).

Sun Essence: 50.

Corpse Qi: 300.

Skills: Corpse Control. (Dacheng)

Compared to Ren Mu who was lying comfortably in the coffin.

It is very hard for the old Taoist in the small forest.

Looking at his already formed powerful altar, several thoughts flashed in his mind, and then his hands began to seal.

In the past 20 years, every night of the full fifteenth month, spells will be cast to sacrifice Ren Weiyong's body, and dozens of restrictions will be placed in it.

It was precisely because of these arrangements that he dared to allow Uncle Jiu to dig out the body with confidence.

In his plan, after the old master Ren swallowed the blood of Ren Fa's father and daughter, he would ascend to the sky in one step and step into the level of flying stiff.

And the restriction that he stayed in Old Master Ren's body was very strong.

Even if Old Master Ren became a dead man, he still couldn't escape his control.

At that time, with a flying zombie as the natal zombie, he will be able to break through to the fifth-rank earth master in one leap, and he will also become an elder in the sect logically.

Even looking at the world, he can be regarded as a master of masters.

It's not like now, always wandering in the realm of fourth-rank Taoist for more than 20 years, never making any progress, and there is not much life left.

"call..."

As the old Taoist's seal was pinched, there was a sudden gust of wind in the grove, and the black mist spread, directly turning into a bloody purgatory.

In the black mist, several vague shadows floated in the wind, and there were also several stiff figures looming beside him.

These are zombies and ghost servants raised by old Taoist priests, and now they are pulled out to support Ren Mu's body.

And as Mr. Feng Shui cast a spell, the evil wind howled in Yizhuang.

In the sky of nearly [-] meters, there is also a dense dark cloud that gathers quickly, and there is an aura that wants to completely crush Yizhuang.

"Hmph, who are you bastards who dare not meet in person, Maoshan Linjiu, waiting for you!"

At this time, seeing the sudden incident in Yizhuang, Uncle Jiu was serious, sitting on a chair with Dama Jindao, holding a mahogany sword in his hand, and guarding the center of the gate domineeringly.

Even if you don't have time to wear Taoist robes, a pajamas look very powerful.

Half a bowl of clear water illuminates the universe, and a piece of magic talisman orders ghosts and gods.

Stepping on the yin and yang gossip steps, holding a wooden sword to slay demon souls.

The yellow sermon clothes cast a heroic spirit, and the life is clear and upright.

Holding the turbid wine over the head, weeping sadly to respect the Taoist!

If it wasn't for the corpse of the old master Ren and the incompetent apprentices inside, Uncle Jiu really wanted to rush out with his sword and kill all Xiaoxiao who dared to provoke Yizhuang.

After finishing speaking, the mana in his body surged like the sun at noon, vibrating with the sound, and rushed towards the surrounding wind.

"Well, you Maoshanlin Nine Junior, just with a single roar, you broke my bloody mist."

"Hmph, it was just a trial just now, and it's just started now!"

Mr. Feng Shui's technique was easily broken by Uncle Jiu, and he was a little annoyed.

He kept pinching the seal in his hand, then picked up a mourning stick, and waved it towards the ghost servants around him.

"Go, kill everyone inside!"

Following the order, several ghost figures suspended in the air, after absorbing a large amount of blood energy, turned into streaks of red light and flew towards Yizhuang swiftly.

Uncle Jiu, who had already opened his eyes, shouted loudly when he saw a few black shadows flying in the sky.

"Good come!"

The tiger's body shook, and the mahogany sword in his hand rolled up pieces of sword flowers, and the mana under his feet leaped into the air quickly.

"Take your life!"

The first to fly into Yizhuang was a third-grade ghost with decades of Taoism, and it flew towards Uncle Jiu with its teeth and claws.

"Hmph, even a mere third-grade evil spirit dares to come to my Yizhuang to be presumptuous!"

Uncle Jiu snorted coldly, and the mana in his body quickly rushed to the mahogany sword in his hand, and quickly stabbed the heart of the third-rank evil spirit.

"what!"

There was only a scream, and this third-grade ghost with ghostly aura surrounded him. Even Uncle Jiu couldn't dodge it with one move.

"Well, if you dare to kill my ghost servant, then don't blame me for bullying the younger generation, just look at my three-talented ghost formation!"

6、强势击退

The old Feng Shui master in the grove roared furiously, immediately activated his mana, and kept waving the mourning stick in his hand.

At this moment, three ghostly shadows with strong ghost aura and deep resentment slowly descended from the sky above Yizhuang.

Seeing this, Uncle Jiu showed a solemn expression.

"These are all third-rank evil ghosts, and they can still use formations. They really are not ordinary Xiaoxiao!"

Immediately change the tactics, bite the fingertips, smear the sword with blood, and step on the seven-star step to meet the evil spirit formation.

"Go!" Feng Shui veteran waved the mourning stick ahead of him.

The three evil spirits surrounded Uncle Jiu and howled like ghosts and wolves.

"It turned out to be the Sancai Dementor Ghost Formation, and we met our opponent tonight!"

Uncle Jiu secretly thought that something was wrong, so he used his mana to quickly plug the ear holes, and raised his sword fingers to deal with all changes with the same.

"Roar!"

After a few minutes, the three evil spirits roared angrily when they saw the crying and howling, but they couldn't help Jiu Shu. Six ghost claws surrounded by blood appeared out of thin air and quickly grabbed them.

At this time, facing the siege of evil spirits, Uncle Jiu calmly took out a handful of copper coins.

"Go!" Injecting a large amount of mana, the body quickly spun into the air, shooting out the copper coins in her hand like a goddess scattering flowers.

"Ah!" Three shrill screams made Ren Mu, who was lying in the coffin, shudder.

"This Ninth Uncle is really powerful, worthy of Ren Jiazhen YYDS!"

At this time, Ren Mu couldn't help feeling a little thankful for his luck.

Otherwise, the fact that he suddenly fell from the sky this morning and startled Uncle Jiu is enough to be beheaded several times.

"Haha, I crossed over to become Old Master Ren, and this identity is really okay. I am so domineering, even the mighty Ninth Uncle Maoshan dare not do anything to me!"

In the grove, a blood mist danced in the air.

All the ghost servants who worked so hard to raise for many years were beheaded by Uncle Jiu, and the Feng Shui veteran who spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was very pale.

Holding the mourning stick in his hand tremblingly, his eyes were fixed on Yizhuang in front of him.

"Wait for me, I will be back!"

With a roar of unwillingness, he withdrew his mana, drove a few zombies around him, and escorted him away.

With the departure of the old Feng Shui, the dark clouds above Yizhuang quickly faded, and calm soon returned.

"Well, let's go!" Uncle Jiu held the mahogany sword instead, jumped onto the fence with a vigilant expression, and looked at the grove in front of him, thoughtfully.

"Or tune the tiger away from the mountain?"

It's actually quite normal for Uncle Jiu to have such a premonition.

The man attacked Yizhuang with great fanfare, but failed in one blow, and retreated thousands of miles.

But Taoist priests are not assassins.

Such a method is very similar to diverting the tiger away from the mountain.

"Damn it, this junior Lin Jiu didn't chase him out. Didn't I pay enough? Even the ghost servants who had been in love for a long time were buried!"

The Feng Shui veteran looked at the light in the distance, his face was so dark that he was about to change race.