Ninth Uncle World: I let the old man uncover the coffin!

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Southern Border, Black Cliff Mountain, Skull Cave Underground Palace.

An old man in black robes with disheveled hair was sitting on a skeleton seat. Below him were the seven elders of the Witch League.

At this time, no one spoke in the underground palace, and the atmosphere was a bit heavy.

The gloomy candle light kept flickering, making it look solemn.

"Sorcerer God, the black-robed natal soul lamp is off." A long-bearded old man with a sword on his back broke the silence.

The status of the elders in black robes is different from those small roles such as horse thieves. They are the core of the core of the Wumeng, so they specially keep their natal soul lamps.

Now, when the black robe's natal soul lamp goes out, it means that the elder black robe is dead, and his soul is shattered, and he has no chance to become a ghost cultivator.

This can't help but make them startled and angry. You must know that the black robe is not weak. Among the eight elders of the Wumeng, they are in the middle and upper reaches, and they are definitely not weak!

"This seat knows."

The witch god glanced at him indifferently, and then said in a deep voice, "Everyone, what do you think we should do next?"

"Witch God! Heipao is my best friend. He died in Jiuyin Mountain. I must avenge him and destroy Jiuyin Mountain!" said the sword-backing old man through gritted teeth.

"Changmen Daoist, don't be impulsive! Wu Shen, according to my opinion, there is only one black zombie named Ren Weiyong in Jiuyin Mountain. How can you make the elder in black go out of his wits? I think there is something strange in it!"

"That's right, Jiuyin Mountain belongs to Maoshan's territory. The black robe's death there may have something to do with Maoshan's bull-nosed people!"

The other elders spoke one after another to persuade the Changmen Daoist to calm down and think long-term.

"Hmph! You bastards, even if Maoshan's ox-noseds plotted against the black robe, wouldn't we take revenge? I think, even if the Maoshan faction uses the name of Ren Weiyong to oppose us. We should all go out! No matter who it is, whoever moves our Wumeng should be killed immediately!"

Nagato Daozhang's character, like his swordsmanship, is unparalleled in violence and has a strong smell of gunpowder.

The other elders were very dissatisfied with Daoist Changmen's "counseling".

But the sorcerer agrees with Daoist Nagato's opinion very much, and nodded.

"The last time when I possessed the spirit horse bandit, I met Ren Weiyong. Although Ren Weiyong was talented at that time, he was only jumping to the peak of stiffness. No matter how talented he is, it is absolutely impossible for him to evolve into a head in such a short period of time. Fly stiff."

"A zombie who isn't even a flying zombie, how can he kill this kid in black robe?"

Hearing what the witch god said, it was tantamount to confirming that the Maoshan faction was behind it, and the other elders fell into deep thought.

Although the Maoshan faction and the Wumeng occasionally cooperate, they share a common enemy.

At this moment, the Zombie King Xuankui has already been defeated, and like a dog fleeing to nowhere, the contradictions among the major factions emerge.

It's just that the battle between the two big factions must be protracted, and they must plan ahead, and they can't get into a ball as soon as their heads get hot.

"Why do he care so much! The Maoshan faction dared to kill the black robe, which meant to start a war with us. Are we still afraid that Maoshan will fail? Just kill him and take Maoshan together!"

Thinking that the enemy might be the Maoshan faction, many people frowned involuntarily.

The strength of the Maoshan faction is far from being comparable to a wild zombie. There are several priests whose strength is comparable to that of a great wizard, and there are even celestial masters whose strength is comparable to that of a witch god.

Seeing the faces of the people, the witch god sneered.

"Regardless of whether Maoshan's methods are behind this matter or not, Ren Weiyong will definitely be arrested!"

"The last time I saw him, he was already at the peak of Zombie Jumping, and his foundation was extremely solid. It is estimated that it is only a matter of time before he is promoted to Zombie Zombie. Once he is promoted to Zombie Zombie, his strength and threat may not be inferior to Zombie Wang Xuankui!"

"Catch him now and refine him into a corpse slave in our skull cave, which is enough to make up for the loss of the black robe!"

A bald, fat elder listened and offered his opinion.

"Master Witch God, I don't think it's necessary to use thunderous means. You can send someone to talk to Ren Weiyong first, and make clear your relationship with him. After all, he is a zombie. Joining our Wumeng is better than joining the Maoshan faction! We The method of the Witch League is more suitable for the cultivation of evil creatures like zombies. He has cultivated with us for a hundred years, and he may be able to surpass the zombie Wang Xuankui! At that time, let alone Miao Jiang, I am afraid that the whole world will be in our pocket."

Hearing this, the witch god was a little moved.

A sane zombie has a stronger potential than a dead thing!

Seeing this, Taoist Changmen yelled angrily: "Joke! Our Wumeng is the largest force in Miaojiang. When do we need to make peace with a zombie? Hmph, there are only two choices for him, either surrender to the Wumen and become our guardian!" The god general is under the jurisdiction of our Wumeng! Or, just send him to the west and kill him directly!"

Although the talking bald man is not good in appearance, he is also very powerful.

Daoist Nagato repeatedly refuted his speech, which immediately made him very dissatisfied.

"You have a strong tone with a sword, you have the ability to subdue Ren Weiyong by yourself!"

"Just go! Think I'm as cowardly as a coward like you?"

"Damn it! Believe it or not, I will turn you into a corpse slave right now!"

The two faced each other tit for tat, and the atmosphere was tense.

"Shut up! Both of you are elders of the Wumeng, why are you so noisy?"

The witch god gave a loud shout and stopped the two of them from doing anything.

Everyone stopped talking.

The witch god continued: "Zombies are born to be extremely evil in the world. They are ferocious and rebellious by nature. They can only be subdued by force. Don't say anything like peace talks to make people laugh."

After saying this, the witch god glanced at the bald fat man vaguely, and continued:

"My seat has already decided that this time the three elders, Nagato, Lingxu, and Chixue, will lead the team together with the disciples of the three divisions of Fengshuihuo of the Wumeng, and go to Jiuyin Mountain together to capture Ren Weiyong."

"And this seat is guarding the skull cave to prevent the Maoshan faction from taking advantage of it. What do you think?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone nodded.

The three elders Nagato, Lingxu, and Chixue joined forces, let alone deal with a jumping stiff.

Even if Ren Weiyong is frail now, facing this kind of lineup, he can only obediently catch him without a fight.

"No matter how strong Ren Weiyong is, he doesn't need the three elders to take action, right? In my opinion, it is more than enough for the elder Nagato to go by himself!"

"Haha, there are three elders taking action, Ren Weiyong is proud enough to say it."

"Hey, the main thing is not to be afraid of Ren Weiyong, but to prevent Maoshan faction's bull-nosed tricks behind the scenes! The three elders teamed up, and only Mao Tianming of the Maoshan faction can stop it! But if that happens, it will be tantamount to a full-scale war with our Wumeng!"

"Don't forget that there are still thousands of disciples from Fengshuihuo Division [-]. Even if Mao Shanming takes action in person, the three elders will be able to hold him back! At that time, the witch god will personally lead us to attack Maoshan, and directly smash their Maoshan ancestral home !"

Obviously, in their view, the arrangement of the witch god is very secure, enough to deal with all kinds of emergencies.

There is a kind of steady style that Lion Bo Rabbit also uses all its strength!

Chapter 74

Maoshan Ancestral Court.

The head of Maoshan, Mao Tianming, was sitting on the futon, with a calm and indifferent expression, listening to the disciples talking about their experiences and experiences.

Taoist Priest Four Eyes, a disciple of the third generation, said that he encountered a mutated zombie Ren Weiyong when he was traveling.

These words completely contradicted the common sense in the cultivation world and were taken as a joke by everyone.

Here in Maoshan, everyone is a cultivator. Who doesn't know what is going on with zombies?Even if there are occasionally one or two alien species, that is, the skin is thicker, or the resistance to Taoism is stronger.

Zombie Wang Xuankui is considered a different species, but it is the luck of the Qing Dynasty for hundreds of years combined with the secret method of Aixinjueluo's lineage that made him a zombie king in more than 100 years.

Flying dead in one year?

Not to mention zombies with a long lifespan who can live for a year at every turn, even human beings with extraordinary talents cannot cultivate so fast!

Mao Tianming didn't drive Simu out directly because Monk Yixiu also came to Maoshan's ancestral court to testify for Simu's words.

Although Monk Yixiu's morality is low, he has a good reputation and is a well-known eminent monk in the world.

The probability of two people going crazy together, or lying together, is obviously much smaller.

"Jiuyin Mountain seems to be the place where Lin Jiu practiced, right? Just pass on the decree and ask him to come over and ask questions."

Mao Tianming takes it as his duty to protect the safety of the world, and feels that although this kind of hidden danger may be an oolong, it is better to figure it out as soon as possible.

"It's impossible to achieve flying stiffness in one year? It's a fantasy. It's a waste of time to verify this!"

Elder Shi Ganshan raised doubts and proposed another verification method.

"How about this, my son Shi Jian's Lightning and Thunder Fist has already been mastered, and it's time for him to go to Jiuyin Mountain to experience it."

"If there are any flying zombies born, they will be eradicated at the same time!"

Mao Tianming thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

For them, it's just a small thing and they don't need to think too much about it.

Even if there are flying zombies, so what, after all, the zombie Wang Xuankui has been defeated, and the flying zombies in the zombie forest are almost completely wiped out, and the zombies are equal to decline.

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Two days later.

A forest path thirty miles away from Jiuyin Mountain.

In the deep night, a girl of sixteen or seventeen was on her way, humming a little song.

This is not an international metropolis in later generations, there are no bars or anything like that, normal girls would not go out alone late at night.

This girl, she is obviously not normal.

Well, she's a vixen.

Although her morality is not deep, she doesn't harm anyone or cause trouble. Walking alone at night feels full of security in her heart.

Unfortunately, she soon ran into two Taoist priests, one of whom had white hair and long beard and sharp eyes.

The other has long hair and is handsome, but there is an evil look in his eyes.

The girl and the two Taoist priests passed by.

If it was a little closer to Jiuyin Mountain, Ren Weiyong would have recognized at a glance that these two guys are the villains that often appear in the plots of Zombie World.

Thunder King Shi Jian, and his son, Shi Shaojian.

"This barren mountain, in the middle of the night, how can there be a girl traveling alone?"

Shi Shaojian couldn't help but look at Xiaoqin a few more times, but his heart moved when he saw it.

"Don't look for trouble, hurry! Don't forget that there is still a flying zombie in Jiuyin Mountain."

"It's important to do business!"

Shi Jian warned.

His own son, he naturally knows what kind of virtue it is.

I can't move my feet when I see a woman with a little bit of beauty, and I have a very strong taste. I have never let go of demons, ghosts, and people.

Day ghost, day monster, day zombie, as long as he looks good, Shi Shaojian doesn't pick meat or vegetables, he wants everything.

Over the years, Shi Jian didn't know how many butts he had wiped.

If he hadn't only had this one son, Shi Jian would have beaten him to death long ago and cleaned up the family.

"Oh!"

Shi Shaojian responded, and then turned his head to look at the little vixen, as if a fire was burning in his heart.

Today is Tanabata!

It's a good time, you can't fool around with your old friend, and you have to go to a remote place like Jiuyin Mountain to practice!

Shi Shaojian was already annoyed by himself.

And once a man gets interested in this aspect, if he doesn't release it, he will only become more and more impulsive...

"Oh, my stomach hurts. Oops, Dad, I've had a bad stomach! You go first, I'll go to the bathroom, and I'll chase you later."

After walking a few steps, Shi Shaojian suddenly ran aside holding his stomach.

"This kid!"

Shi Jian shook his head, he knew exactly what Shi Shaojian wanted to do.

"Out of sight out of mind."

With such an attitude, Shi Jian quickened his pace.

But Shi Shaojian returned the same way and caught up with the little vixen.

"Girl, I don't know where your home is. It's so late and it's so dark, why don't I take you back?"

Shi Shaojian stopped the little vixen, and greedily looked at Keren in front of him.