Across the Sky From the Stop of Time

In the dark mountains and forests, a bloodthirsty killing began.

The newly born Royal Zombie was just hungry, so he rushed towards the nearest one in the south, east, north and west.

Qianhe's apprentice was also brave. Facing the zombie's bite, he drew the mahogany sword on his back and aimed it at the chest of the royal zombie who was rushing towards him.

The ideal is full, but the reality is very skinny. After only one meeting, the heroic apprentice was stabbed to death by the royal zombies and pulled into the golden coffin to suck blood.

Taoist Master Qianhe took three disciples to rescue them, but just as they approached, the golden coffin shook and overwhelmed the wooden frame of the cart. When the four of them worked together to move the golden coffin, the golden coffin was blown away. Like a torn rag, the Royal Zombie threw it aside.

"Set up the formation, use the corpse rope!" Seeing the tragic death of his disciple, Priest Qianhe was deeply saddened, and shouted loudly holding the mahogany sword in his hand.

The three disciples who were still alive untied the thick ropes wrapped around their bodies one after another, ran quickly, formed a triangle formation around the Zombie Wang, and then threw a rope with a bell tied at one end to surround the Zombie Wang.

The specially-made ropes are no different from electrified barbed wire, and they "crack" when touched, and the painful royal zombies keep roaring.

Seeing the right moment, Qianhe drew out the peach wood sword on his back, pinched the Dao seal with his hand, and silently recited a mantra in his mouth. With a swipe of the sword with one hand, the edge of the entire wooden sword suddenly turned blood red. A sword stabbed into the belly of the royal zombie.

If it was an ordinary zombie, with this sword strike, he would definitely hit the street.

But this royal zombie who was struck by lightning is no longer an ordinary zombie. Qianhe's fatal blow only made him howl in pain, and puffs of black smoke came out of his abdomen. , aroused its greater ferocity.

I saw the royal zombie's upper arms stretched forward, and grabbed Qianhe's arms with one grab. With its long fangs exposed, it raised its head and bit Qianhe's neck.

Qianhe flew up with one foot and kicked the zombie's chin, temporarily blocking the zombie's attack.

A greater force came, and was immediately thrown away by the zombies.

Immediately afterwards, the three disciples and the four hired masters entangled with the royal zombies for a few rounds. They were either thrown into the air, bitten to death, or scratched.

Just when the royal zombies grabbed the little elder brother and were about to drink, Hao Shuai, who had watched the drama for a long time, finally made a move.

I saw that after he changed his appearance with the spiritual way, he teleported to the front of the zombie, and a handful of little elder brothers were snatched from the zombie's hands. The terrified little elder brother and the screaming Wu Guanshi set sleeping points for them to be company with Qianhe, who was fainted by Hao Shuai first.

After getting rid of Qianhe and the little elder brother, Hao Shuai carefully observed the zombie with royal blood in front of him, and compared him with the previous old man Ren.

This zombie was wearing the costume of the prince of the Qing Dynasty, and there was no damage on the surface. The exposed fangs in that mouth looked thicker than Old Master Ren's.

The dark blue sharp nails on his hands were about an inch long, longer than Mr. Ren's nails, and the cheeks on his face were not as rotten as Mr. Ren's. What pleased Hao Shuai most was his slightly agile eyes.

And perhaps because of his status as a royal family, he had been treated during the burial, so his body only exuded a strong smell of corpses, death, and resentment, without the peculiar corpse smell of zombies.

In general, Hao Shuai is very satisfied with his first zombie subordinate.

At this time, after being kicked away by Hao Shuai, the zombie roared angrily and jumped towards Hao Shuai again.

It has already begun to gain intelligence and has been completely angered by Hao Shuai, and it will not stop until Hao Shuai is killed.

Hao Shuai used 60% of his strength in that kick just now, and he was confident that even a cow would be kicked to death. But the zombies are still lively and jumping, it can be seen that the zombies that have been struck by lightning are extraordinary.

For the zombies that jumped towards him again, Hao Shuai was a little indifferent in his heart, without any fear. As for this kind of tangible and qualitative zombies, as long as they are not silver-armored corpses or red guns, Hao Shuai doesn't care at all. Up.

Hao Shuai shook his hands, and a pair of fishing nets woven with red ropes appeared in his hands out of thin air. According to the records of Maoshan Technique, Hao Shuai weaved the rope with cinnabar, chicken blood, black dog blood and other yang substances for seven to forty-nine days. It has miraculous effects on zombies and ghosts.

When the zombie was about to approach Hao Shuai, he threw out the fishing net in his hand. As soon as the fishing net touched the zombie, it covered it and continuously emitted bursts of red light. His own power was also stimulated, and white smoke continued to emit from the hot zombie.

The zombies struggled frantically when they felt the pain, roaring non-stop. However, as the zombies struggled, the fishing net shrank and tightened, and after a while, it was completely bound and unable to move.

Hao Shuai looked at the effect of using the fishing net for the first time, and nodded with a smile on his face.

"Not bad. It seems that it can be mass-produced."

He changed hands and took out another purple mortal talisman that he had drawn with great effort, and pasted it all over the forehead of the still struggling royal zombie, so that the zombie gradually became silent.

After finishing the zombie, Hao Shuai carried it into the copper-horned gold coffin and covered the coffin.

Hao Shuai intends to reuse the waste, and use this pair of copper-horned and golden coffins for refining the corpse, and by the way, it will be its future home.

After doing this, Hao Shuai put the coffin into the space, then took out a blood-drawing device, came to the little elder brother, and used a syringe to draw nearly 200 milliliters of his blood, preparing to use it for the royal zombies drink.

After feeding the little elder brother a fairy bean, Hao Shuai teleported back to his small villa, and before leaving, he untied Qianhe and the others' sleeping holes.

After returning to the villa, Hao Shuai went to the bathroom to take a shower. Not long after he came out, he heard noises coming from outside. Hao Shuai knew that it was Daoist Qianhe bringing his little elder brother and Mr. Wu to ask for help. up.

Although he already knew what happened, Hao Shuai took Ren Tingting out to watch the excitement, which was to wash away the suspicion on him, although he didn't care.

After Simu and Master Yixiu removed the corpse poison for Qianhe and the others, they went to the scene to check the situation. Knowing that they would get nothing, Hao Shuai went home and slept.

As for how Simu and Qianhe guessed and reported to the Maoshan faction, Hao Shuai didn't care at all.

...

In the blink of an eye, another week passed.

During this period of time, Taoist Master Qianhe and Director Wu have been detoxifying the corpse in the dojo to recuperate.

As soon as the injury healed, Qianhe took the little elder brother and Manager Wu away, saying that he was going to Beijing to explain the situation to the emperor. Priest Qianhe was a principled person, since he received the goods, even if the goods were gone halfway, Then go and explain the situation.

Looking into the distance, he said with melancholy eyes: "The world is in chaos, and it is not easy for a cultivator to make some money! It seems that I still have to continue to make money for my retirement."

Hao Shuai glanced around with some contempt, and slandered: "The world is in chaos, isn't it the time when you make the most money as a corpse hunter?"

If he hadn't known that there was a box of gold bars hidden in his house, Hao Shuai would have almost believed Simu's words, and Simu was definitely the richest of his senior brothers.

"Master, I'm leaving too." Hao Shuai, who was a little tired of staying here, also planned to leave after learning everything he needed to learn.

"Martial nephew, don't you want to stay for a while?" Simu said with some reluctance. I don't know whether it's Hao Shuai who is reluctant to part with him or Hao Shuai who is reluctant to part with Hao Shuai's weird delicious food.

"No, I plan to go out with Tingting to practice, so that you won't be hindered from earning pension money." Hao Shuai said jokingly.

As soon as he said he would leave, Hao Shuai immediately took back the villa, and took Ren Tingting, Simu, Master Yixiu and others to say goodbye.