Marvel: Joy I Am Joy

After seeing the cloudy weather turn sunny for Xiao Keli, Lin Yu didn't hesitate any more and disappeared into the courtyard with Xiao Keli and the others.

This scene shocked Simu again, woc! Fellow Daoist Lin must be a god! He can even use such a spell. Then Fellow Daoist Lin said that Keli's bombs were safe, so there must be nothing wrong with them.

The next moment, Simu turned his gaze back to Jiale and laughed.

"Jiale, Master really loves you. Why don't you give Master some of the magic tools that Master Keri gave you? I saw you still have a lot of them just now, hehehe!"

"Ah! No! Master!"

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"Brother, how are you recovering?"

"Thank you, Brother. The remaining poison of Qianhe has been removed. I don't know if that beast will come here tonight. If he comes, I'm afraid it will be another fierce battle. Those Qing Tartar soldiers who escaped may have become his food."

"It's okay, Brother Qianhe. It just so happens that I have just obtained many magic tools from the immortals. If that beast dares to come, he will definitely die."

Qianhe looked at Simu's confident look and was very curious about what magic tool could give Brother so much confidence. When he was about to ask, Qingqing's cry for help came from Master Yixiu's house.

"Master Simu! Go and save my master. The zombie you just dealt with is here."

Seeing the emergency, Qianhe didn't bother to ask about the magic weapon, and hurried to help Master Yixiu, but Simu stopped him.

"Junior brother, it's too dangerous for you to go to him with bare hands. That beast dares to come now, it must have sucked a lot of human blood as you said. Follow me to get weapons first, and then we will help the big monk."

Then the two hurried to the armory, and Simu took a normal-sized copper sword and handed it to Qianhe.

"Junior brother, you use this."

"Senior brother, what about you?"

"I can do whatever I want."

Then, in Qianhe's stunned eyes, Simu pulled out a two-meter-long giant sword and stepped on the Tiangang step and went straight to Master Yixiu's house.

Qianhe looked at the sword in his hand, and then looked at the one in his brother's hand. No, you call that casual? Then what is this? There was no excessive entanglement, after all, saving people is important now.

"Big monk, I'm here to help you! Lower your head, wow! Cunning villain! Eat my great sword!"

Simu jumped up like a hero, wielding the giant sword and slashing at the zombie's head, but there was only a "clang!" The imagined Noxian guillotine did not appear, but the giant sword was broken. Simu looked at the broken sword in his hand, and really greeted the eighteen generations of swordsmiths.

But who is Simu? The main thing is to lose the battle instead of the battle.

"Evil beast! You wait for me, the day when the broken sword is recast, the Taoist priest will return! Monk, run, take me back to change weapons and fight him again."

Master Ikkyu is not a pedantic person. He wanted to run away the moment he saw that Simu's sword was broken.

"Brother, this thing has become stronger again, you be careful. You and the monk hold him back first, I'll ask the ancestor for help!"

"Brother, didn't you say you have a magic weapon? Why ask the ancestor for help? Just attack him directly."

"The number of magic weapons is limited, so don't waste the treasures if you can ask the ancestor for help. If the ancestor can't solve it, I'll use the magic weapon. Brother, hold on, I'll be back soon!"

Qianhe knows Brother Simu's money-grubber attribute very well. After all, he is also a money-grubber, otherwise he wouldn't take this order for money. Hmm? No! My employer is gone, who should I ask to pay the bill!

"Ah! Evil beast! You dare to cut off my money, you have already killed yourself! Sword sharpening!"

Although Qianhe didn't use the magic of inviting gods at this time, he was like a god, fighting back and forth with the zombies. Master Yixiu also swung the Buddhist beads to assist Qianhe.

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Just as Chizuru and Ikyu were fighting with the zombies, Simu came to the altar of the ancestors, knelt on the mat, and shouted to the statue of the ancestors: "Ancestor, help me!" Then he took the wine offered to the ancestors on the altar and poured it on himself, and then performed the art of summoning the gods.

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After all, Chizuru's angry power was limited. Ikyu and Chizuru were no match for the royal zombies. Chizuru saw that the claws of the zombies were in front of him, and he was ready to be stabbed, but he didn't feel the pain. Looking behind the zombie, he saw a "very pure" Simu behind the zombie.

Zombie: You little thing, you don't run away quickly and dare to come back to disturb me, so I'll start with you.

"Roar!" The zombie was furious and turned around to take down the guy who was working hard behind him. But as soon as he turned around, he was greeted by a fist as big as a sandbag, hitting his face.

"Bang!" A punchHe was knocked out, and Simu did not give him a chance to breathe. Before the zombie could stand up, he was grabbed by the ankle and played a Hulk throw.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Master Ikkyu was stunned, and hurriedly asked Qianhe beside him: "Master Qianhe, is this really your ancestor? This is not a Taoist priest, this is clearly a warrior. My God, too brutal, Amitabha! Sin, sin."

"Master, this master specializes in physical cultivation, and is indeed an outlier in our Maoshan, but his cultivation is also ranked among the masters."

Simu did not stop, as if he found the fun in it, and kept throwing. The roar of the zombie became weaker and weaker, until the roar could no longer be heard, as if it was dead. (Then the question is, if the zombie can move, is it dead or alive?)

The master, who could no longer hear the zombie's roar, felt that it was meaningless to throw it away, so he threw it out like trash. As the zombie flew out of his hand, Simu returned to his original shape like a deflated balloon, and then he slumped to the ground, rubbing his sore arms.

"Brother, you really showed your power! The zombie that has become a spirit is nothing in front of your summoning magic."

"Okay, brother, don't you know that others don't know? What does the strength of the summoning magic have to do with me? It's all because of the master. If Jiale comes, it will be easy to deal with a zombie that has just become a spirit."

Seeing that the flattery hit the horse's leg, Qianhe smiled awkwardly and quickly changed the subject.

"Brother, is that beast dead or alive?"

"It should not be dead yet. He was just beaten to death by the master. But his breath is still there. Junior brother, I have no strength left. I will leave it to you next."

"Okay, senior brother, leave it to me."

Qianhe raised his glowing sword and stabbed at the royal zombie. Although the zombie had been beaten to death, his copper skin and iron bones were still there. Qianhe's attack fell on him like scraping.

"Uh, senior brother, why don't you invite the master back? His copper skin and iron bones are too troublesome. I'm afraid that even fire can't burn through him."

Qianhe felt that it was really embarrassing that he couldn't break the defense of a paralyzed zombie, but fortunately, several juniors were in the house and couldn't see his miserable appearance.

"Master can't use it anymore. That move can only be used once a day. It seems that we have to use the magic weapon of the immortal family. Otherwise, with the recovery speed of this beast, I'm afraid it will be able to stand up again in a while."

Si Mu took out a bouncing bomb that he got from Jia Le and stuffed it directly into the zombie's mouth.

"Junior brother, big monk, run!"

After doing all this, Si Mu ran away, and did not forget to remind the other two.

"Boom!"

In the troubled grove, the sky was bright again.