Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 13 Conference (1)

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 13 Conference (1)

Zombies, in Eastern movies, generally look stiff with black and sharp nails, green faces and fangs, and are hideous and terrifying, with pale skin;

He cannot speak human language and can only roar. He hides in coffins, caves and other damp and dark places during the day.

Inhales the yang energy of living people, but is afraid of sunlight, glutinous rice and fire,

Along with these zombies, there are often Maoshan Taoist priests who often use Maoshan spells to subdue zombies.

The descriptions and images of these Maoshan Taoist priests are more similar to those of the Heshan Taoist monks.

It's just that unlike the Maoshan lineage, which keeps upright and ward off evil, Heshan Tao's reputation in the world of Jambu is not really good.

Among the seventy-two methods in the Heshan Sutra, they are all methods of taking away people's souls and lives, sacrificing magic weapons, and practicing evil methods.

Take the Five Poison White Bone Flag as an example. This spell uses extremely violent poison to kill people. The bones of these people contain poisonous smoke. These bones are then used as sacrifices to make a long flag. As long as it hits people

In a flash, it can poison a person on the spot, and in just a cup of tea, it can turn into a pool of blood, also known as the White Bone Flag.

This vicious method only ranks thirty-seventh among the seventy-two methods in the Heshan Sutra. One can imagine what is recorded in the Heshan Sutra.

The corpse refining method ranks sixth among them. Many Heshan Taoist disciples go down the mountain to refine corpse armor for body protection.

The cruel thing about the armored corpses of Heshan Taoist is that in addition to the refining method, Heshan Taoists often herd the armored corpses.

Zombies feed on blood. If you want to improve the strength of zombies, you often need to feed them with human blood.

Heshan Taoist people herd zombies without caring about mortal life and death.

In the world of Jamfu, there was once a Heshan Taoist monk who massacred six cities in order to refine a golden armored corpse, directly destroying a small country.

Although in the end the evil cultivator of Heshan Dao was subdued by an old Buddhist monk who was passing by, the resentment of millions of people in six cities directly turned the land of hundreds of miles into a ghostland.

In the practice cave, the thirty-six vertical coffins have been opened at this time.

The thirty-six armored corpses were all looking up to the sky.

The light cyan moonlight shone in from the silver crystal above the cave and was swallowed by these armored corpses.

At this time, the thirty-six zombies' whole bodies were already stiff, and their exposed skin was like cast iron, exuding a deathly black luster.

According to the records of the Heshan Scripture, these armored corpses in the Tang and Song Dynasties have reached the level of iron-armored corpses. They cannot be hurt by ordinary swords, and even ordinary magic weapons can resist one or two.

With a swoop of more than ten feet, it swept like the wind, tearing apart tigers and leopards was like child's play.

But this was not enough. Tang Song walked to the altar and looked at the piles of corpses among the white bones under the abyss, his eyes flashing.

For a year and a half, the bodies of all the people who died in New York were here.

Feed the zombies with their flesh and blood, and refine the skeleton demon with their resentment.

The flesh and blood of more than 20,000 people allowed the Tang and Song Dynasties to cultivate thirty-six alien armored corpses and hundreds of skeleton monsters in one and a half years!

This is the true method of protecting Taoism in the Tang and Song Dynasties.

In the world of Jambu, monks seek immortality, and all other means of killing are methods of protecting the Tao. However, there are too many ups and downs on the road to immortality.

Fighting with the sky and the earth, those who are not powerful in killing methods have long been turned into white bones.

Ordinary people live in this kind of world, and at some point, the aftermath of the battle between the two monks will be directly affected into a handful of ashes.

Logically speaking, after coming from the world of Yanfu to the world of Marvel, Tang and Song should let go of the sense of crisis in their hearts. However, the super villains and catastrophes that frequently appeared in the Marvel world made Tang and Song's hearts tense.

After experiencing it once, Tang and Song no longer wanted to experience the feeling of fate being determined by someone else's thoughts!

"not enough!"

Tang Song looked at the armored corpse beginning to show brass spots under the moonlight. He stretched out his hand and let the moonlight shine on his palm.

The fingers of his right hand stretched out into sword fingers, and a nearly meter long, illusory and hazy sword shadow suddenly appeared. The sword body was surrounded by countless tiny flashes of light, as bright as a comet.

Tang Song's fingers slid down slightly, sword energy flashed through, and an arm of an armored corpse was directly broken into two parts, and the fracture was as smooth as a mirror.

Tang Song Dian was dissatisfied and said to himself: "It's a pity. Even if the strong werewolf is used as the material, the strength of the iron armored corpse is not as strong as that of the bronze armored corpse. Ordinary rifles are fine, but it still can't withstand heavy sniper rifles and artillery shells!" "

But we can change our thinking. Tang Song looked at the armored corpse missing an arm, touched his chin and thought deeply.

…………

The underground world of New York has been in turmoil during this period.

First, the rules of the Continental Hotel were violated, and a large number of killers were dispatched under a reward order. Shootouts continued throughout New York.

Then New York's arms tycoon Vigo disappeared, leaving a large blank in the arms market. Many gangsters were ready to make moves in the face of this piece of fat.

It was a troubled time, and the most outrageous thing is that some people even provoked the underground emperor of New York - Kingpin.

………

Ryan said in a low voice in the car:

"Boss, I'm afraid Kingpin is in a hurry. His subordinates were attacked three times in a row, and a large amount of goods were lost. This time he summoned all the gangs in New York, and it seems he wants us to help."

Tang Song looked indifferent and said with a smile:

"It's really interesting that the dignified underground emperor of New York is afraid of a few mysterious people! However, it is more beneficial to us that this unknown hero chose to take action at this time!"

"How are things going with Kane and Frank?"

Ryan mixed a glass of wine and handed it to Tang Song. Tang Song took it and asked casually.

Ryan nodded and said:

"It went very well. Vigo is in our hands. Kane and the others easily eliminated his uncle's manpower and are currently receiving the weapons arsenal there!"

Tang Song tasted the red wine and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Let Frank come back first, and Ryan, recruit people in the underground world. There are too few good guys we can use now!"

Ryan narrowed his eyes in excitement and said with a chill: "Boss, are we going to have a big fight? I know many veterans and they are all good players!"

"We need eighty good hands," Tang Song said with a cunning smile on his face, "and recruit some peripheral personnel!"

The extended Rolls-Royce stopped slowly, and Ryan opened the door for Tang Song. Tang Song walked down slowly, raised his head, and stood at the door of a super luxurious nightclub.

This is one of the most luxurious nightclubs in New York, because the owner here is Wilson Grant Fisk, who also has a name-Kingpin!

Just like the ancient emperors would not allow their courtiers' houses to exceed their own palaces, in the underground world of New York, no one had the guts to provoke Kingpin.

Tang Song took a stick of civilization from Ryan's hand and walked straight into the nightclub.

Ryan led two big German men behind him, making no secret of the bulging weapons on his body.

Two tall black men greeted guests at the stairs leading to the second floor. After bowing slightly, they said to Tang Song: "I'm sorry, our boss said you can't bring weapons up there. Please..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ryan rushed up and punched him on the right shoulder. People in the hall and in the corridor on the second floor heard the sound of bones breaking, and the black man fell to his knees and screamed.

stand up.

"Is this the way Kingpin looks for help? Ryan, kill him!"

The arms business that the Tang and Song dynasties wanted to do in the future would undoubtedly offend a large number of people. If you wanted to scare away the hyenas that were robbing for food, it was undoubtedly best to kill the lions to establish their authority.

What the Tang and Song Dynasties were doing now was to establish authority, and what could be better than slapping Jin Bin in the face to establish authority in the underground world.

Ryan laughed evilly and stretched out his big furry hand to snap the black man's neck.

A shout came from above: "Stop... Tang? You are too presumptuous!"

Tang Song glanced up and saw that the person speaking was a bald man wearing a leather jacket with a rough face and a large target drawn on his forehead like a child's play, making people want to shoot him.

Bullseye, Kingpin's top general, is said to have a dart skill that can hit anything with perfect accuracy, and anything in his hands can be turned into a murderous weapon.

There have been rumors in the underground world that this guy is a mutant, and his ability is to hit the target with perfect accuracy.

Tang Song nodded his cane and looked at the bullseye: "Mr. Wilson invited people to a banquet and arranged for his men to search the guests' bodies. This is a bit unreasonable!"

A cold light suddenly appeared in Bull's Eye's eyes, he stared at Tang and Song, and touched the row of flying knives at his waist.

"Lester, please come up, Mr. Tang!" A deep voice suddenly sounded, and behind Bullseye, a figure as big as a hill turned and left, leaving only a back figure and a cold look staring at Tang Song.

Compared with this figure, Bullseye looks like a doll.

Tang Song laughed, led people upstairs, and followed Bullseye into a huge conference room.

At this moment, there were seven or eight people sitting next to the long round table inside. Behind them, more than thirty guys with sinister faces stood in various shapes.

(End of chapter)