Douluo Tianbang, my Sansheng Martial Spirit can't be hidden

An hour later, Uncle Jiu finished his ink fountain, ordered Wen Caiqiusheng and the two of them to play around the coffin, and then left the mourning hall and went back to the front yard.

Who were Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng? Mischievous and mischievous, they played around before they finished playing, and finally attracted Uncle Jiu. Qiu Sheng hit Uncle Jiu on the head with a broom. The force was so strong that it broke the broom.

"the fat is in the fire."

Qiu Sheng let out a strange cry, and hurried to the front yard with Wen Cai, he took out a handful of incense, and ran to the gate of Yizhuang, Wen Cai quickly followed, what is Qiu Sheng doing?

Qiu Sheng lit a handful of incense with a fire pocket, and it seemed that he was about to run away.

Seeing this, Wencai hurriedly said, "Hey, you don't care about me anymore?"

"The disaster was caused by you, who told you to use ink to beat me." Qiu Sheng accused Wen Cai.

Seeing this, Wen Cai felt a little embarrassed, and said, "Don't go, it's easy to see a ghost so late."

Qiu Sheng looked back at the backyard of Yizhuang with a guilty conscience, and said, "Oh, in this situation, I would rather see ghosts than see Master."

After speaking, he inserted the stick of incense into the handlebar of the bicycle, straddled his legs and rode on it, and left.

Wen Cai walked back in frustration, came to the front yard, and saw Uncle Jiu standing in the middle of the yard, looking at him coldly, Wen Cai shrank his neck in fear, and now he couldn't run away.

Stretching the neck is a knife, shrinking the neck is also a knife, let it go.

Wencai said timidly: "Master, I was wrong, I shouldn't mess around with senior brother."

"Hmph! You are different from your elder brother. He has not yet settled down to practice, but you have poor aptitude. Fortunately, Daoist will help you cut the marrow and wash the veins. You should practice hard for me. In the future, I will take over my mantle and become a celestial master in Maoshan."

Uncle Jiu was very angry, and reprimanded him, he is very optimistic about Wencai now, and he probably will be the most outstanding disciple in his lineage, so he can't be allowed to practice in such a wasteful way, otherwise it will be in vain that he surpasses ordinary people now Cultivation qualification.

"But Qiu Sheng is the elder brother, and he is the most qualified to take over your mantle." Wen Cai said with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"A teacher has his own decision to be a teacher. You go back to practice for me, and don't let me break through to the middle stage of Qi training tomorrow, and see how I deal with you." Uncle Jiu felt a little relieved when he heard Wen Cai's question, but on the bright side, He immediately said with a straight face.

"Yes, Master, I will go back to my room to practice."

Wencai closed the door of the front yard and went back to his room to practice. Now that the master has given him the death order, if he continues to be lazy and not practice as usual, he will probably be severely taught by the master tomorrow.

At 0 o'clock in the morning, in the mourning hall in the backyard, Ren Weiyong, who had completed his transformation into a dead body, wanted to get out of the coffin, and tried his best to lift the lid of the coffin. When it fell down, the cover plate hit the coffin, making a "pop" sound.

Ren Weiyong tirelessly tried to lift the coffin board, but was suppressed by the black net.

Uncle Jiu was currently in his house in the front yard making sacrifices to the magic tools used for super-saving rituals to increase their power, when he suddenly heard a continuous sound coming from the back yard, "Not good? Could it be that the old man Ren completed the corpse transformation?" ?”

He hastily released his spiritual sense, scanned the coffin of Old Master Ren in the mourning hall in the backyard, and checked the situation. The ink fountain had flicked black lines on the left and right positions of the coffin, but no black lines were found under the coffin.

Uncle Jiu scolded angrily: "These two bastards can't even do this well. A small negligence will kill you."

He stood up, took a hundred-year-old mahogany sword and a corpse-suppressing charm, and went out to the backyard.

Huang Tian saw Uncle Jiu coming out of his room in Huang Tianjie, and immediately teleported to Uncle Jiu, asking, "Lin Jiu, what are you going to do with this black head?"

When Uncle Jiu saw Huang Tian appearing suddenly, he asked him, and hurriedly said: "Lin Jiu has met Dao Zun, I plan to use the corpse suppressing talisman to suppress the black zombie, and I will bury him on another day."

Huang Tian wanted to test Uncle Jiu's coping method, and asked: "Then what? This is a black head, and there are only two descendants of his direct line. If he escapes, then the Ren family will no longer have blood to pass down." Yes, have you thought about it?"

Yes, Dao Zun is right, it is not just two lives, but the continuation of a family's bloodline, and the old man Ren who has become black and stiff cannot cut off his bloodline himself.

Uncle Jiu thought for a while and said, "Dao Zun, Mrs. Ren has just turned into a dead body. I can knock out the corpse energy from him and turn him into a dead body again."

Huang Tian nodded, and continued: "The method is good, but you seem to have forgotten the existence of Mr. Feng Shui, why did he let the Ren family relocate Ren Weiyong after 20 years? Did he really not want to harm the Ren family for the rest of their lives? Today The coffin was just unearthed, and after a few hours, Ren Weiyong quickly transformed into a dead body, what method do you think you can turn a dead body into a zombie?"

"Keep the corpse."

Uncle Jiu blurted out after being pointed out by Huang Tian. After saying this, he completely understood that Dragonfly Point's body had been tampered with by the Feng Shui master and turned into a place to raise corpses.

Ren Weiyong's body has been cultivated with yin and baleful energy for 20 years. Once it was unearthed, it came into contact with the breath of a stranger. It took a few hours to transform into a dead body. This Feng Shui master's calculation is really clever.

Ren Weiyong, who has become stiff, only has instinct left. It will suck the blood of its descendants, kill them, and turn them all into zombies. In this way, all the blood of the Ren family will be cut off, and the Feng Shui master behind him will reap the rewards. A black zombie with extraordinary evolution ability.

"So calculating, so vicious."

Uncle Jiu couldn't help but gasp at Mr. Feng Shui's cruelty. This man is so vicious. After turning Ren Weiyong's body into a zombie, he even killed his family members just to vent his anger and harm the whole family. !If he is caught by me, he must be killed. This kind of evil Feng Shui master cannot let him continue to live, so as not to cause harm to the world.

"Dao Zun, what should I do?" Jiushu asked, he wanted to know the solution of Dao Zun.

Huang Tian said with a smile: "It's simple, this black-headed lord will be taken into Huang Tianjie, and he will be sacrificed to become a Dharma Protector. At that time, let Ren Weiyong use the power of karma to personally find Mr. Feng Shui and kill him."

"If you accept Ren Weiyong, how should I explain this to the Ren family?" Uncle Jiu asked anxiously.

Seeing Uncle Jiu's appearance, Huang Tian said angrily, "Aren't you too stupid to turn your head around? You tie a paper doll and transform it into Ren Weiyong's appearance, let the Ren family review it, and then let the paper doll set itself on fire. "

"It's a good idea to steal the beam and change the post. Thank you Dao Zun for your advice! Lin Jiu knows how to do it."

When Uncle Jiu heard Huang Tian's solution, his eyes lit up, and he immediately agreed. This is a very perfect solution.

The two came to the mourning hall in the backyard together. With a wave of Huang Tian's right hand, he put Ren Weiyong's coffin into Huang Tianjie. The next second, the coffin appeared out of thin air and fell back into the distance.

"Okay, I'll take Ren Weiyong away. You have to get the paper figurines done as soon as possible, so don't reveal your secrets." Huang Tian ordered, lest Uncle Jiu would forget about it.

"Don't worry, Daoist, I will take care of it."

Uncle Jiu smiled, pushed open the coffin board, took out a paper figurine from the treasure bag on his body, input mana, threw it into the coffin, and instantly transformed into a lifelike Ren Weiyong, making sure that no one would see it.

"Still using the treasure bag? This is a space ring with a size of [-] cubic meters. You can use it. I'm going back to the Yellow Heaven Realm."

Seeing that Lin Jiu was still using the treasure bag he brought from Maoshan, Huang Tian scanned it with his spiritual sense, and found that the inner space was only one cubic meter, which was pitifully small, so he took out a space ring of [-] cubic meters , threw it to Lin Jiu, and then teleported away.

Lin Jiu caught the interspatial ring with a wave of his hand, and saluted respectfully in the direction where Huang Tian disappeared: "Thank you Daoist for the reward."

After the ceremony, Uncle Jiu put the space ring on his hand, took the ink fountain, went under the coffin himself, and flicked a few ink lines. Naturally, he had to perform all the acting, so as not to be hidden behind when he moved out of the old man's coffin Mr. Feng Shui saw the flaw.

Uncle Jiu covered the coffin with satisfaction, went back to his house to recognize the owner of the interspatial ring, and continued to sacrifice the magic weapon. Now he will have no problem if he doesn't sleep.