Aya Qingzhu of the wind rises Douluo

Night falls

The day passed quietly, and the silence of the night always brought peace of mind. Eight people in Yi Zhuang sat quietly meditating around a coffin.

Of course, only five people were actually meditating. Wencai and Qiu Sheng both made whirring sounds, while Aya Qingzhu squinted slightly and controlled the supreme power in her body to repair the meridians of her body.

Nowadays, she has one-tenth of the strength of her heyday. She can still move around a little like an ordinary person, but she has not yet got out of the wheelchair and can walk.

The memories of this year are all in her mind now. Compared with her Ling Qingzhu, he and she are completely different people.

It can even be said that they are just two people. Although she has accepted the memory of the original person, she is not her, and she does not want to live with so many burdens.

But she also had to bear the burden that the master of Taiqing Palace needed her to take charge, protect the disciples, protect the mainland, and take proper care of the family.

And with her changes, the three worlds have changed, and even today's zombie world may also undergo huge changes.

She didn't have a system to force her to complete the mission, but she wanted to change the regrets she had and at the same time win over some people to fight against the evil spirits outside the territory. The Tianxuan Continent was still the most dangerous one.

Not to mention that there is a real lair of extraterrestrial evil spirits in the vast world. There are so many strong people there, and there are even more ancestral realm level ones.

Moreover, it is said that this extraterritorial evil tribe is still the remnant of being beaten by others. At that time, the origin of that world was that snakes and birds swallowed dragons. That world should be more exciting, fighting the heaven and the earth, and achieving the realm of domination.

But the old man Ren in the coffin was undergoing a transformation that was getting deeper and deeper. The black hair on his body had almost completely faded away, and he had almost evolved into jumping stiffness. The nails on his hands were getting longer and longer, and they were sharp and penetrating.

The face that could still be seen as it was was wrinkled beyond recognition and almost unrecognizable. At the same time, sharp fangs sprouted from its mouth.

At the same time, an extremely strong Yin Qi filled the coffin.

Crunch, crunch~~

The coffin made a slight noise.

Mr. Ren finally transformed completely, became conscious, and began to move!

Soon, a palm with sharp nails groped and slowly opened the coffin lid, stretched out from the inside, and the coffin lid was also lifted.

However, at this time, the elastic threads of those ink fountains came into play.

When the sharp nails touched the ink fountain line, the black ink fountain line suddenly seemed to be lit up and glowed red. The palm of the hand with the sharp nails also seemed to have touched a wire. It immediately emitted a burst of black smoke and quickly shrank. go back.

Boom!

The crisp sound of the coffin lid made the eight people present open their eyes and glance at each other. They each held a dick in their hands and watched quietly as Old Master Ren was born!

As if there was no powerful aura around him, the zombie transformed by Mr. Ren quickly stretched out a hand and raised it suddenly.

boom!

Just like a domino, after one of the ink pipe lines broke, the remaining ink pipe lines quickly jumped away, and eventually the entire coffin exploded.

The zombie transformed by Mr. Ren stood up straight.

"Hello!" Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai greeted each other with a smile, holding peach wood swords in hand.

"Amitabha, this poor monk has seen the donor!" Xuan Yu said, holding the alms bowl in one hand and the Zen staff in the other.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord!" Uncle Jiu and Si Mu saluted and took out the money sword and the big iron sword.

"Is this a zombie?" Ning Rongrong said curiously from the side, holding the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in one hand and a long sword in the other in front of Ling Qingzhu.

"It's so ugly!" The little medical fairy complained from the side, holding the poisonous Yuanli in his hand.

Mr. Ren was speechless when he saw a bunch of powerful auras that suddenly appeared: "..."

It doesn't even know what to say. Is there any way to deceive zombies like this?

Even though there were only the sounds of ordinary people breathing around, it rushed out impatiently, never expecting that the seven wolves were staring at it fiercely.

"Roar!" Old Mrs. Ren jumped back a step, waving his hands in front of his chest at a loss.

Ling Qingzhu looked at Old Mrs. Ren with interest as she put her hands on her head since she was little. She wanted to know, what should she do if Old Mrs. Ren interrupts her in this situation?

Will that Feng Shui master come out?

"Amitabha, I didn't expect to have spiritual wisdom. If I keep it, it will definitely be a big trouble!" Xuan Yu raised the alms bowl from the side and said sternly.

"It's true, watch me chop it with my sword!" Simu exhaled a breath of white air, raised his big sword and was about to chop it down.

Uncle Jiu was thinking about what to do on the sidelines.

After all, this is a big deal. If this zombie is destroyed, how will it be settled?

After all, almost no zombies or ghosts have been seen in the entire Renjia Town, and what awaits him will be an entrance into the game.

"How about Master Xuan Yu put this zombie into the alms bowl first, and then confront Master Ren in person tomorrow." Ling Qingzhu said from the side.

"Amitabha, that's fine, I just happen to be listening to the Dharma with that tree demon!"

Just like that, early in the morning, there was one more listener for Xuan Yu's recitation of Buddhist teachings...

When it got dark early, a group of people arrived at Master Ren's house.

"What, my father turned into a zombie?" Master Ren said with a look of disbelief.

Ren Tingting next to her covered her mouth and couldn't believe what Uncle Jiu said in front of her.

"Where did you fucking fart?" Awei took out the tortoise box and pointed at Uncle Jiu and said, "You are trying to confuse people with your lies. Believe it or not, I will kill you."

"Amitabha!" Xuan Yu held an alms bowl in his hand, and a zombie dressed in Qing Dynasty clothes appeared in front of people.

"Roar!" Old Master Ren sensed the aura of his own bloodline and jumped over, revealing his sharp fangs and planning to take a bite.

"Ahhh!" Seeing this scene, the three masters Ren, who had never seen zombies before, were instantly frightened.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Awei kept taking out the tortoise box and shooting, but the bullets did not even break Old Master Ren's fur, and the crisp sound of metal hitting each other kept coming.

Uncle Jiu sighed when he saw this scene and said: "Help me with four eyes!"

I saw Uncle Jiu holding the mahogany sword and constantly creating sparks on Old Master Ren. He even raised the big sword and destroyed an arm with one blow. The scene was extremely cruel.

"Let me help them!" Ning Rongrong smiled from the side, holding the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect and said: "The Seven Treasures have glazed glaze, one is speed, the other is strength!"

Colorful light appeared from Ning Rongrong's fingertips. Uncle Jiu and Si Mu looked at Ning Rongrong unconsciously, their eyes full of surprise. Their strength and speed made them beat the zombies faster.

"Roar!" Mr. Ren was extremely unwilling, and his roar seemed to say: "Grandson, you have such a fucking physical fighting ability."

Master Ren was holding Ren Tingting tremblingly beside him. Although that was his biological father, he did not dare to go over.

"Ouch!"

After a few rounds, Old Man Ren was beaten into the sun, and his few wails turned into a pool of black blood.

A generation of powerful zombies died like this before they even got up. How pitiful...