Simultaneous travel: Each of me has a different cheat code

"This thing is very ferocious, so don't take it lightly."

Uncle Jiu was holding a mahogany sword and his eyes were alert.

This is the era of demons. If he didn't have something to do, he would not dare to face Old Master Ren directly.

"Master, take it."

Bai Jing threw his peach wood sword to Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu reached out to take it, and rubbed the peach wood sword with his palm a few times. He was even more surprised, and he completely understood the preciousness of this sword.

"Hey, 300-year-old lightning strike wood! Where did you get such a good thing!"

Uncle Jiu couldn't put it down for this sword, and his confidence instantly exploded.

With this thing, let alone one of them, two of them can be beaten!

Lightning-struck wood is no joke, let alone three-hundred-year-old lightning-strike wood! The zombies bump into each other. It can be said that you will die if you touch them, and you will be injured if you rub them!

"After a few years of work, you will gain something."

Bai Jing laughed. In fact, most of them were caught by dogs, but obviously he couldn't tell Uncle Jiu clearly.

"You gave me this thing, what do you do with it yourself?"

"It's okay, I have something better."

Bai Jing was wearing a snow-white Taoist robe and holding a rusty ancient bronze sword.

"An evil-avoiding robe, and...a replica of the Pure Yang Sword!"

Uncle Jiu's eyes widened, how come each of these treasures is more scary than the last!

The evil spirit robe does not disturb Yin Qi and does not invade evil spirits. This one on Bai Jing is much more advanced than his yellow robe, and it is more than enough to withstand Mao Zheng's attack.

As for that sword, it's even worse. This style is undoubtedly an imitation of the Pure Yang Sword.

Just by looking at it, Uncle Jiu noticed that the strong Yang energy contained in the sword was as hot as the blazing sun!

But this pure Yang sword refining technique was lost thousands of years ago...

"You bastard shouldn't have dug up the tombs of our Taoist ancestors!"

Uncle Jiu looked suspicious. The current Bai Jing was so rich that he felt strange. Is this still his apprentice?

"How can this be possible!"

Bai Jing smiled and said, "Master, just use it."

"boom!"

While the two were talking, the door to the courtyard was smashed open, and a zombie wearing a Qing Dynasty official uniform jumped in with a ferocious face.

"Watch out!"

Uncle Jiu shouted softly, but his expression lost the vigilance he had just now. All the anxiety came from the lack of firepower!

"roar!"

Mao Zheng roared and rushed towards the two of them. The terrifying corpse air filled the entire courtyard, making people feel very sick.

"drink!"

Uncle Jiu took the lead in attacking, and the peach wood sword thrust forward suddenly, passing through Mao Zheng's body without any hindrance, causing a burst of crackling lightning.

"Good baby!"

Uncle Jiu's face lit up, and if he gave Mao Zhan a few more blows, everything would be fine!

Mao Zheng's face showed pain, and he jumped backwards, trying to escape.

"Where to go!"

Uncle Jiu looked anxious.

This Mao Zheng has extremely strong jumping ability and fast speed. If he doesn't fight them to the death, it would be really difficult to escape to the deep mountains and old forests.

"I'll do it!"

Bai Jing burst into an attack, his muscles burst out as he retreated, and his body turned into an afterimage and flew towards Mao Zheng.

Within a few breaths, he arrived behind Mao Zheng.

Bai Jing activated the magic technique, and the magic power was continuously poured into the ancient bronze sword. The power of the ancient sword was great, and the power of pure Yang was as deep as the sea.

"Tear!"

The long sword slashed horizontally, and immediately cut off Mao Zong's head. The headless corpse hit the ground heavily, and the corpse's energy collapsed, emitting a stench.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for killing Mao Zhan and getting a copper pole. 】

"Is this the end?"

Uncle Jiu felt a little unreal. He thought it was a fierce battle, but who knew it was so sloppy.

"Good thing, at least no one was hurt anymore."

The equipment is crushing, it's not shabby.

"Um."

Uncle Jiu nodded, looking at the peach wood sword in his hand with some reluctance, but he didn't know what to say because of his face.

It doesn't look right for a master to take the initiative to ask for his disciple's magic weapon.

"Master, I have too many treasures to carry with me, lest thieves spy on me, I will keep this sword with you first."

Bai Jing smiled and prepared the steps for Uncle Jiu.

He has something better. With this peach wood sword in Uncle Jiu's hands, he can rest assured.

Uncle Jiu coughed lightly, borrowed the donkey from the slope and agreed, saying: "Okay, talk to me when you need it."

"Literary talent!"

"Yes, Master!"

Seeing that the crisis was over, Wencai walked out of the house when his master called him again.

"Clean up the yard."

"good."

Wencai nodded dullly, not feeling anything wrong.

He is a layman, so if he wants his senior brother to do such chores, he is ignorant.

"In this world, the spiritual energy is thin and the demons are long gone. If it weren't for these treasures left by our predecessors, I really don't know what to do."

Uncle Jiu sighed with emotion. Ever since Liu Bowen cut the dragon veins and sealed the heaven and earth, it has become increasingly difficult for them to practice.

On the other hand, those monsters still have Yin energy, resentment, and blood food to nourish them, so they have less impact.

"That's what the master said."

Bai Jingshen thought so.

Although unlike Qing Yunian Bai Jing, he couldn't use the breathing method at all, he basically couldn't provide much combat power.

The reason is that even if you suck up the spiritual energy of the surrounding world, you cannot maintain the full concentration and normal level for a long time, let alone a stronger level.

The method of breathing can only be used in a world where spiritual energy is abundant.

Fortunately, the power of other systems was not affected. Bai Jing encountered crises during his travels, but they were all saved.

As the number of fishing trips increased, he had more magic weapons on him. Now, as long as he didn't confront the army head-on, he could go anywhere in the world.

"Brother, I'm here to stay again!"

At this time, a voice came from outside the courtyard.

Uncle Jiu said to Bai Jing, "It's Simu, let's go and meet him together."

"Okay."

When the two came to the courtyard, they saw Taoist Simu holding a corpse-driving bell and driving a row of zombies to the morgue.

"Oh, Bai Jing is back!"

Taoist Simu smiled.

"Uncle, long time no see."

After Taoist Simu finished his work, the three of them had a midnight snack in the courtyard, each with a bowl of plain noodles.

"Bai Jing, you are so full of energy, have you reached the realm of the Taoist who guards the night?"

Taoist Simu asked the same question as Uncle Jiu before.

"It will take more time."

"It's better to break through earlier. Warlocks, warlocks, after all, have skills but no principles, and it's hard to be elegant. It's hard for me, uncle."

The Taoist Simu was full of envy, and said, "Can you tell me when you can succeed?"

Bai Jing pondered for a moment and said, "In the next two years, if it's fast, it may be this month. It's a bottleneck, it's hard to say."

"Then you should have become an immortal before, what a pity."

The Taoist Simu was full of sighs.

"It's hard to say."

Bai Jing said modestly, taking the opportunity to say, "I want to learn the means of driving corpses from my uncle, I wonder if it will work?"

"You want to learn to drive corpses?"

Hearing this, Taoist Simu was stunned and subconsciously looked at Uncle Jiu.