Reborn Zombie Supreme

"It's a Qinxin rake, without the word "Shangbao"

Jianglong bared his teeth in an imageless manner, lay down on the ridge of the roof without any airs, and crossed his legs.

"It's piracy again..." The gods in this world are piracy. They are all guilty of greed, anger, and ignorance. They are full of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. The flat peach only lasts for nine hundred years, and the magic weapon is also a low-quality pirated version.

In Shangbao Qinxin, there were five emperors from five directions who made suggestions, and Liu Ding and Liujia ran away and broke their legs to help. There are also Bagua stars arranged, divided into sun, moon, yin and yang.

Zhu Bajie's weapon, when the monster held a treasure appraisal conference, he didn't pay attention to Sun Houer's iron rod and only admired the rake.

It's just that the rake fell into the hands of the old pig, and there was no effort and no glory.

The one in He Cheng's hand was made by Taishang Laojun himself with a hammer.

“Better to pirate than useless”

He Cheng weighed the Qinxin rake. It weighed more than five thousand kilograms, but it was only slightly heavy in his hands. After all, the zombie itself was restrained and transformed into a human form, and most of his strength was taken away.

"Get bigger!"

The rake was silent.

"I forgot to tell you, there needs to be a formula to ensure that this baby is as big and small as you want." Jianglong smiled evilly and blinked, with his fingers slightly apart, a meteor fell into He Cheng's mind.

He Cheng's lips moved, and there was a long string of words. After he said it, he raised his hand, and the rake instantly became bigger. The handle was as thick as a wall pillar that two people hugged, and it was more than ten feet long. With a bang, he was pressed down, and his feet He stepped on the roof and fell straight down.

"It's broken!" Jianglong sighed and flew up. The large iron rake, which was more than ten feet tall, fell down like a pillar in the sky. More than a dozen houses were instantly turned into ruins. Fortunately, the people of Tiantai County were able to escape at this time. Damn, not many people live there, all the rooms are empty.

"Why don't you put it away quickly?" Jianglong turned his head and shouted.

The next moment, the rake quickly shrank and disappeared.

Jianglong flicked his sleeves and used his magic power. The collapsed wall automatically stood up and was sewn up, and the sunken land bulged out and was filled in. However, the color of the new soil was slightly different from the surroundings.

Crash.

He Chengcai flew out of the ruins, holding a palm-sized rake in his hand.

"How's it going? You're a good baby, right?"

Jianglong blinked and flew back: "Thanks to you this time, I can win my bet."

"Really? Then I have to blackmail you better." He Cheng took the rake away without ceremony and put the Taishang Laojun's trademark on it. Even a high imitation of Taishang Laojun would be better than what he got from those casual cultivators. The goods stolen from the street stalls are good.

"From now on I will be the Dragon Subduing Master."

"Your Majesty?"

"It's an honorific title. You'll understand when you become an Arhat in the future." Jianglong was not afraid of corpse poison. He raised his hand and put it on He Cheng's shoulder. "Let's go, find a place to eat!"

He Cheng nodded, he never intended to be an Arhat.

The Dragon-Subduing Arhat is more than ninety levels, and the Bodhisattva may be at one hundred or higher.

"Tsk, let's go"

Upstairs in the tavern, a pot of dog meat was served.

Jianglong grabbed the chopsticks and paused on the table. He looked at the chopsticks with their heads aligned before he started.

"If you ask me, the most delicious thing in the human world is dog meat." He picked up a big piece, stuffed it into his mouth and sucked the soup.

"Why don't you eat?"

Jiang Long looked up at He Cheng, a little strange.

“No taste”

He could taste the aroma of dog meat and drink the spiciness of the soup, but his throat felt like a coir raincoat covering his throat and the taste was hazy, like drinking cold water.

"Tasteless? I have some good stuff!"

Jiang Long raised his hand, and a big red peach appeared in his hand. "Ordinary people can be strong after just one sip of it. Immortals will also gain some cultivation after eating it. It's not a very good treasure."

"Peach?" He Cheng took the peach.

"Um"

Jiang Long lowered his head to eat dog meat. A flat peach seemed to be no match for the plate of meat in front of him.

He Cheng sniffed sharply, his body felt itchy, and his mana as a corpse cultivator also increased somewhat.

What else can zombies not eat? All poisons in the world are antidotes. There are only corpses that become more poisonous as they are raised, and there are no zombies that have been poisoned to death.

Puff, peach juice splashed out.

When the Xiantao entered his throat, two streams of warm currents split off. One stream ran from his nose to his brain, while the other stream split and went into his belly.

He Cheng's expression changed drastically.

After taking this bite of peach, his body actually came to life!

Flat peaches can give birth to human flesh and bones.

Boom!

His heart skipped a beat.

"What's wrong?" Jianglong also noticed that He Cheng's expression was wrong.

Boom! !

The heart beats again.

He Cheng's face became increasingly ugly.

The diners who were eating downstairs raised their heads when they heard the thumping sound, "Waiter, are there any opera singers on the roof?"

"No, it's just the two of you who are eating."

"Where does this drumming sound come from?"

"I don't know." The waiter shook his head. Seeing someone coming again, he hurriedly went to entertain them.

The new person was a big, round man with a black face, a beard of iron, and a piece of fox skin on his shoulder. A bow hangs behind his back.

"Master, please come inside~"

"Bring me a bowl of beef noodles." The man walked to the Eight Immortals table, took off his bow and put the fox skin on it.

"Goose noodles?" The waiter scratched his head.

"Uh, that's right!" The man was anxious, banging the table and pointing at the tip of his nose, "Give me some beef noodles!"

"..." The waiter apologized and stood there without daring to move. He sounded like he was about to fight.

"This friend, is he from Shanxi?" The diner just turned around and asked.

"Come to Jinzhong"

"This friend is talking about beef noodles. Go quickly." The diner helped the waiter solve the problem. He turned around and sat in front of the man with the wine and food. "People here are soft-spoken, and people in small places have never heard of Shanxi dialect." My friend, are you an Orion?”

"It used to be." The man shook his head.

The diner nodded and looked at the fox skin in his hand, "This piece of fox skin is really uncommon."

Unexpectedly, the man sighed, "When I went hunting in the mountains, I met a fox. I pulled the bow and killed it. Who knew that this special girl was a vixen cub and had a big fox at home, so I pulled the bow and got into great trouble." An old man told me to run eastward. Only when he saw the sea would he have a way to survive. He didn't have a goal, so he left his wife at home and headed east..."

"Fox spirit?" The diner nodded with his chopsticks in his mouth, looking at the fox fur with curiosity.

"It didn't turn into a beauty?"

"When I shot it with an arrow, it turned into a seven- or eight-year-old girl, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing." The man patted his head, "How good would it be if I didn't kill him? It would save me having to leave my hometown."

"You know? Do you understand Shanxi dialect?"

the man asked him.

"Some time ago, I went to Shanxi to find a friend who was taking the exam with me, but when I arrived in Shanxi, I heard that he was obsessed with monsters and died on the mountain."

"Montenegro?"

"You know?" The diner was surprised.

"A few years ago, more than a hundred bandits died, and thunder exploded in the mountains. Hey!" the man sighed, "You won't survive if you encounter monsters."

"We also have monsters here," the diner said, "I heard that there was a fight between two monsters more than ten feet tall last night..."

"What are you doing upstairs?" The man pointed to the top of his head. "Listen to the sound, cowhide drum?"

"No one is beating the drum." The diner shook his head, saying that he didn't know.

Upstairs, He Cheng's face gradually turned rosy.

The dead blood in his body was like mud, and his heart was beating fiercely but could not move.

"Half dead"

He Cheng lowered his head and ate the flat peach in two or three mouthfuls, his heart beating even stronger.

"Any more?"