After Waking up Beside the Villain

"Gollum, Gollum!"

The sound of the coffin lid was accompanied by the sound of bubbling river water.

Chu Yunsheng, Daomeng and others' boats swayed with the river flow involuntarily, and a huge vortex slowly formed in the middle of the river in the fog, with strong suction.

"Something came out!"

"The yin is very strong, be careful!"

The mighty river that stretches for dozens of miles was shrouded in thick fog, and the coffins on the cliffs on both sides were also pulled, making a creaking sound.

After everyone in the Dao League looked around, they all stared at the river in front of them, posing for battle. The talismans and instruments that radiated faint light were all sacrificed, sealing the water flow that was disturbed by the yin at the bottom of the boat, barely keeping the hull of the boat from being swept away by the whirlpool.

A group of Celestial Masters had serious faces, and they took out compasses to test them, looking like they were facing a big enemy.

The people on Chu Yunsheng and the other two boats are completely opposite to it. They are all like Chinese New Year. Just like a person who has been hungry for more than ten days looking at the full feast of Man and Han, he can't wait to drool.

"Hurry up! Have the instruments at the bottom of the boat connected? Don't waste so much yin!"

"Wow, I'm getting rich!"

"What kind of guns and cannons, hurry up and charge them up! Oh, I'm so polite, I even greeted us with such a big gift at the door of the house, knowing that we wasted a lot of energy along the way, I need supplies urgently..."

Zhou Fanglan's eyes lit up, and he carried the psionic cannon to run and make arrangements. The two ships that were a little idle were suddenly busy.

Daomeng: "…"

Flying Snow Mountain is making a snake?

Even the thick fog on the river froze for a moment amid the cheers.

But soon, the coffin in the river finally broke out with a loud bang, completely shattering the coffin lid.

"Wow!"

All the white fog was instantly rolled into a black miasma like ink, the **** coffins on the cliff were opened one by one, and skinless rotting corpses crawled out. Qi Qi faced the boats on the river.

In this miasma, a blood-red coffin burst out of the fog, and a little girl whose face seemed to be made of different people's skin sat on the edge of the coffin and swayed her feet, humming a strange tune, Nursery rhymes with unclear words.

The air seemed to vibrate slightly.

Wang Biri stared at the little girl, her expression suddenly changed, and she said loudly: "Block your ears!"

But it's too late.

into the river.

"Fellow Daoist Yun! Help—"

The cry of the Celestial Master who wanted to pull people was cut off in his throat, and his eyes widened in horror.

Under the cover of miasma, the two celestial masters who jumped into the river were like mud dolls in water, from skin to flesh to bone, melting quickly.

"Be careful all! Don't be fooled by this song!"

The miasma gradually surrounded Daomeng's ship.

The little **** the mahogany coffin looked down at the river, still humming songs, as if she didn't care about these outsiders on the river. But the dense zombies standing on the mountain walls on both sides came to the river one after another, walked on the water, and kept approaching several ships.

"Fellow Daoist Pei, wake up!"

"Daoyou Zhang, you can't dance! You can't dance!"

The Daomeng ship was pulling and pulling, and some of the celestial masters who were affected by the singing were all restrained, affixed with talismans, and threw them into the cabin. Thick barrier, thinking of countermeasures.

I can't see clearly through the thick black miasma, but I can still vaguely capture the silhouette of the opposite figure.

Compared to the rush of the Dao League, the two ships of Feixue Mountain and the Special Administration Bureau can be described as quiet and idle.

Not only the members of the Taoist League, but even the mummified little girl who was concentrating on singing and counting her toes raised her head, revealing the terrifying face that stitched together the eyes of the middle-aged man and the mouth of the old man, wondering He looked in the direction of Chu Yunsheng and the others.

"Don't you like listening to Nan Nan sing?" The little girl asked with her head tilted.

Her voice seemed to be a mixture of various voices of men, women and children, strange and hollow, with constant echoes.

Chu Yunsheng's barrier on the ship opened a crack, and the deafening roar of the machine exploded, completely covering the little girl's voice.

"What?"

Zhou Fanglan looked at the little girl impatiently and shouted: "I'm busy! Didn't you see so much yin... Hurry up, move faster..."

Halfway through the roar, Zhou Fanglan was stunned, turned his head sharply to look at Chu Yunsheng, then glanced at the little girl again, made a decisive decision, and directly pressed the spirit on his shoulders Cannon fire button.

There was a bang, and the energy beam shot out, hitting the mahogany coffin.

The little girl's complexion changed greatly, she turned and jumped aside before the energy beam fell: "You bully Nannan!"

"Beimang Corpse King, you are so old, you can pretend to be tender here by sticking a few pieces of a little girl's face?"

Ming Qi was familiar with the materials of Beimang Pagoda, and immediately linked the little girl with the corpse king who was suppressed under the Beimang Pagoda recorded in the materials, and was contemptuous for a while.

"You are courting death!"

The little girl's face was twisted, and the edges of the needle and thread were broken.

not go down.

Shen Yiqing stroked the Shuangxuejian at his waist: "I really want to cut this insufferable thing."

Chu Yun said indifferently: "The horde of walking corpses in Beimang Pagoda shouldn't have erupted at this time. The early outbreak must have a deep connection with Tang Nan. She is only the first."

Using waves of walking corpses to consume Shen Yiqing's strength, when it really comes to life and death, Tang Nan will naturally be slightly better.

Although I don't know if Tang Nan can really control these walking corpses, and how, but there is nothing wrong with being careful.

Having said this, Chu Yunsheng took out the remote control of the ship's yin qi converter, selected one of the densely colored buttons, and raised his finger to press it.

"Om-!"

A long rumbling sound that is about to cease.

The huge noise that erupted from the operation of the yin qi converter on the ship was instantly silent, but the yin and mist around the ship seemed to be swallowed by a giant whale and quickly drained into the bottom of the ship.

During this process, Chu Yunsheng also felt the strange and dizzying singing of the Beimang Corpse King.

But there was only a trance, the miasma surrounding the ship was drawn away, and the singing gradually weakened.

"Your singing is not an ordinary singing voice, it needs to be transmitted by miasma. Without the miasma, the effect will be sharply reduced." Chu Yunsheng looked at the little girl with dry mouth and said, "But you It will not be the only means.”

Little girl: "I didn't expect you human beings to have such profound Taoism, who can see through my little tricks—"

After adding the second half of the sentence, he silently adjusted the Yin Qi converter to the highest level, his eyes were slightly cold.

"Sail over and run over."

A quiet, cold voice.

Flying Snow Mountain and the two ships of the Special Administration Bureau reacted immediately, the original unpretentious shell and iron armor fell off, and a psionic cannon and countless muzzles surrounded the ship Body, the enchantment was re-supported, and directly rushed out with a roar of the motor.

"No eating and drinking for toasting!"

The little girl's face sank suddenly, she waved her little hand, and the zombies standing densely on the river immediately moved.

"Kill them!"

One after another yin qi poured into the zombies, and a faint green flame ignited in their eyes. One after another, they rushed towards the boat of Chu Yunsheng and others.

The miasma gradually dissipated, and the night fell.

A Daoke Yin Talisman flew out.

The guns were fired in unison from a long distance, the dazzling energy beam accompanied by a large number of stray bullets.

Zombies fall like autumn rice.

Ordinary weapons are naturally ineffective against zombie ghosts, but psionic weapons are different. Neither Tang Nan nor the Dao League would have imagined that in just a few months, the Special Administration Bureau and Feixueshan would be able to produce so many powerful psionic weapons with energy that can be used as needed.

Wang Biri reacted with a shock: "Quick! Quickly keep up! Follow Feixue Mountain!"

The shivering Taoist celestial masters hurriedly set off their boats and fell behind Chu Yunsheng and the others like a fart.

Just when Wang Biri thought that he had made an extremely smart decision to take advantage of the cheap, and could make it to the finals without any effort, he saw that the two high-tech ships were facing backwards. The muzzle was also raised.

Wang Biri: "...That, old Chu, you have something to say."

Chu Yunsheng seemed to be able to hear Wang Biri's voice, turned on the loudspeaker, and the voice came over: "Bring the scraps."

Wang Biri's face changed dramatically.

He was a little suspicious for a while, but seeing more and more zombies around him, the barrier began to vibrate and break. If you know everything, then you won't believe his so-called lies that he didn't carry with him.

How can I not bring this moment with me?

Wang Biri struggled for a moment under the puzzled gazes of the surrounding Celestial Masters, then she gritted her teeth, took out a long box from the storage bag, and threw it towards the front.

Shen Yiqing's figure swayed in the air and was firmly caught.

Wang Biri looked gloomy, looking at the ship ahead, her eyes flickering with emotion: "Send it away... Anyway, whether it's you or Tang Nan, today... is a certain death!"

According to this statement, the Dao League only needs to live well during the period of spiritual recovery, survive, and avoid this world-destroying disaster, and then we can usher in an unprecedented prosperous world of Taoism. At that time, whether it is the soaring of spiritual energy, or the soaring of cultivation, and becoming immortal, it will no longer be a legendary story.

The reason why Daomeng is so arrogant, and always opposed to the Special Administration Bureau, does not pay attention to the top, a small part of it is because they need to be used for supernatural events, they have no fear, the other is absolutely Most of the reason is that they think that after this period of time passes, when they dominate the world, the Dao League will replace the secular order and establish a brand new era of self-cultivation.

"It was a good dream."

Hongyu made a brief evaluation and frowned again: "But it's so easy to give it, I'm afraid it's a fraud."

"If you have deceit, you also need to use strength." Chu Yunsheng raised his eyes slightly, "Our downwind boat can't be used in vain."

With these words, the speed of the two ships suddenly increased and they rushed forward.

Beijing Corpse King saw that the walking corpse couldn't really stop this group of people, so he stretched out his hand and drew a circle on the river.

The circle continues to expand, and the ripples spread out.

Innumerable eddies on the river surface float up, turbulent currents are turbulent, no matter how fast the boat is, it will be pulled left and right and cannot move forward.

At the same time, the Daomeng's ship at the back was overwhelmed by a large number of zombies again because the speed was one step slower.

"What are you doing, kill!"

The celestial masters of the Dao League saw that life and death were hanging by a thread, and they no longer trembled. They all threw their arms away, took up the magic weapon, and fought against the zombies outside through the crumbling barrier. .

The fighting was fierce, and the light was flying.

The wigs of a group of Taoist celestial masters were scrapped again, and there was no time to pick them up and put them on again.

"Fuck! You stepped on my wig! I bought it for 500 yuan!"

"My hair!"

"Wait wait...I'll pick it up..."

"Hey? Why didn't they fight?"

Suddenly, the Celestial Masters who were busy fighting and distressed with wigs found that the attack frequency of the zombies outside was getting lower and lower, and it didn't take long for them to gradually stop.

She frowned and called a zombie: "What's the matter?"

The zombie that was called didn't have much sanity. Hearing the words, he said: "The master asked to kill the Taoist priest, but those on the boat are all monks."