Reborn Zombie Supreme

The purple-robed Taoist raised his head and carefully observed He Cheng's expression.

There was no emotion or anger on the zombie's face, but he always felt that when he revealed that there was someone behind the Yin Yang Dharma King, the zombie would become unhappy instead.

The air is a bit colder.

Of course He Cheng was not happy, so he beat the younger one and provoked the older one.

This bothers him the most.

He could confront Buddha, but his strength was beyond his imagination.

There are more people you can't afford to offend.

"I still have to go to the Yin and Yang Realm to see if I can absorb the resentment."

Wealth and honor were found in danger, and he couldn't wait until tomorrow to take advantage. What's more, this had already been planned by him and the two old Taoist priests, so he could just pass the blame to the two old Taoist priests by then.

He Cheng stood and bent down, and slapped the purple-clothed Taoist on the shoulder hard, making him grin.

He went to the countryside to express his condolences and said in an official tone, "Okay, the Yin and Yang Realm. Being able to join me is a blessing from three lives. Should I go to the Yin and Yang Realm with you now, or should I wait for the Dharma King to summon you?"

The purple-clothed Taoist said softly: "The Corpse King goes forward empty-handed... Isn't it good?"

"I am a zombie, penniless, and don't have any treasures..."

"Mortal treasures are not looked upon by Yin Yang Dharma King.

The Dharma King heard that you, Corpse King, have unparalleled combat power and that many great demons have died under your hands for thousands of years. Therefore, you have to hand in a surrender certificate before you can enter the Yin and Yang Realm. "

"A certificate of nomination?"

I haven’t seen anyone yet, so I’ll call you up first. This Yin-Yang Dharma King is either a man with extraordinary cultivation, or a brainless 250.

He was the one who came here to recruit, but now he has become He Cheng's backer.

The heroes of the green forest in the Liangshan Mountains were like-minded, but they were desperate and had no choice but to surrender.

This yin and yang world is obviously a sunset industry. It will be destroyed if it is said to be destroyed, and it will do some mysterious things.

He Cheng sat back and asked, "Who to kill?"

"There is a city of vain death in the underworld, and there is a ghost inside who controls the city of vain death. He has a hundred thousand underworld soldiers, and he has established himself as a king, and the underworld does not dare to interfere..."

"I am no opponent"

The purple-clothed Taoist sneered, saying that the Dharma King himself was not confident in taking down the one in the City of Death, and the zombie in front of him was certainly no match for him.

"besides……"

Entering the underworld and hitting the underworld, this is what He Cheng least wants to encounter.

If Zhong Kui knew him in this world, he would definitely arrest him and escort him to the Emperor's Palace in Fengdu for interrogation.

If you don't know it, you can't help but cut the sword that kills demons and eliminates demons.

"There is a nine-tailed fox female ghost king who refuses to obey the rule of the Dharma King..."

"What cultivation level?" He Cheng interrupted him.

I heard the list made by the Taoist in Purple Clothes. They were all local snakes from all over the country who refused to be recruited by the Yin Yang Dharma King. If the tree demon grandma was still there, she should also be on the list of the 'voucher'.

With the help of He Cheng, he established the majesty of Yin Yang Dharma King.

Yin Yang Dharma King is really a narrow-minded person and needs to be dealt with carefully.

"A little bit stronger than the tree demon"

Seeing He Cheng, he nodded slightly. If he didn't become an immortal, it wouldn't be a big problem.

The purple-clothed Taoist continued, "The female ghost king is now near Jinhua Station in Zhejiang. I wish the corpse king to go and come back soon, and success will come soon!"

"I'm lending you auspicious words."

He Cheng took the female ghosts and banshees around him, abandoned Black Mountain and flew towards Zhejiang.

"It seems that the external rumors are wrong. He is not jumping at all, but flying."

The purple-clothed Taoist looked at He Cheng flying into the sky and shook his head slightly, "But that's right. If he jumps to the zombies, he can kill the thousand-year-old demon. When he flies to the zombies, wouldn't he be able to kill the immortals? How can there be such a thing in the world? It's really true to spread lies. bad habits!"

……………………

Starting from Shanxi, I left the banshee and female ghost behind when I arrived in Henan, and after giving two or three small instructions, I flew to Zhejiang.

Entering the boundary of Jinhuayi, Zhejiang, a smell of drought hits our face.

He Cheng, wearing silver armor, slowly fell down.

As soon as I approached a cemetery, I heard someone crying in the distance.

"You can't dig into my ancestral grave!"

"It was your immortal ancestor who did it!"

"nonsense!"

I saw a man kneeling on the grave, with tears streaming down his face, and vowed not to move away until he died.

Behind him were a dozen sallow and thin men, carrying hoes, licking their lips and staring at the grave, which seemed to contain real gold and silver.

"How is this going?"

He Cheng is not a nosy zombie, but when he passed through Henan, there were still rain clouds, and when he arrived in Zhejiang, the weather was dry and the ground was cracked.

Trees are dead and weeds are scorched.

There are only pits left in the lake, and it looks like the end of the world without water.

Could there be a drought demon here?

It is said that the Drought Demon is the top zombie and can eat dragons!

The drought demon appears, and the ground is thousands of miles away. If he is really there, you have to avoid it. The middle level of the zombie is the absolute strength.

"This lord!"

The farmer carrying the hoe saw that he was wearing silver armor and had a tall figure. He quickly put down the hoe and said, "You must be from out of town, right?"

Seeing He Cheng nodding, the farmer continued: "It hasn't rained here for more than four years, and the crops have not been harvested. Those who are young and able to travel have fled to other places, leaving some parents who have to take care of them and cannot leave, so they can only suffer."

"You have no food to eat, so what's the use of digging up his family's ancestral graves?"

The farmer angrily pointed at the man lying on the grave, "If it doesn't rain, it's all because of his ancestors!"

"Nonsense!" Of course the man refused to accept it.

"You let the adults judge! Thousands of miles of rivers and wells have dried up. Let's look at the tombs of his ancestors!"

The peasants grabbed a handful of mud on the ground like they were trying to grab it.

"The soil is wet!"

"So what? If I have water in the middle of the night, why don't I drink it myself and secretly pour it on the grave?" the man retorted.

"Hmph! This is the work of drought ghosts!"

"Dry ghost?"

Seeing He Cheng's doubts, the farmer explained, "My grandfather said that if a dead body does not rot for a hundred days, it will prevent the sky from raining, and it will carry water from other people's homes in the middle of the night, so the graves are covered with water." It’s wet!”

"Get out of the way, we will dig up your ancestor's bones and take a look to see if he is a drought ghost!"

"No one can dig into my ancestral grave, no matter what!"

The two of them had a heated argument.

He Cheng heard from this passage that it was 30% true and 70% false.

If the corpse does not decay, it will either turn into a monster or a zombie. There is no third option.

It would be weird to fetch water instead of sucking blood.

The person guarding the tomb has been pulled off by three men, leaving a group of people digging into the grave with all their strength.

Just a short while later, the coffin was found.

The leading farmer's eyes were red as he pried open the coffin.

"It's so heavy!"

Five or six men worked hard together to barely lift the coffin lid.

Looking inside, several people immediately took a few steps back.

"Really, really, really... what a drought ghost!"

He Cheng took a look and saw that it was nothing but a white-haired zombie.

When Bai Maozheng touched the sunlight, he was immediately burned to ashes.

"The drought ghost is dead, God is going to rain!"

Except for the person whose ancestral grave was dug up and secretly wiped his tears, everyone else knelt on the ground and prayed for rain with great joy.

"Um?"

He Cheng looked up and saw that there were no dark clouds, thunder or wind above his head.

But suddenly it started pouring rain!

Could it be that the white body just now was really a drought ghost?

It rained heavily, and the rain fell on him like lead water, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

"The rain is weird!"