Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Chu Huaizhou grabbed the old man by the collar and finally felt the weight of his body. He could confirm that this was indeed a living person, and then he shouted, "Go back first!"

Xiao Jingxuan received the order, and the purple robe fluttered in the air, like cloud waves, or more like a large group of unformed evil spirits.

After entering the increasingly weak barrier, his tense back finally relaxed, "Junior Master, who is he?"

The old man sitting on the ground had a haggard and thin face, cloudy and scarred eyes. Two lines of clear tears flowed from his deep sunken eyes, along his high cheekbones and dirty cheeks.

Chu Huaizhou stared at the old man on the ground, and his thin lips slightly opened: "Huang family? Mr. Huang? Or the Huang family member who wrote the prayer for help, right?"

"It's me." The old man exuded a strong smell of decayed corpse, and his dry hair and beard were stained with blood, forming a large patch.

Just as he was about to speak, a disciple of Xuanqing Sect stepped forward and said, "Immortal Venerable, there is a crack in the barrier! The blood corpses outside are about to attack!"

The sharp and shrill whistle reached the sky and broke through the clouds!

Xiao Jingxuan shouted angrily: "Can't you take out your magic weapon to make up for it? Can't you see that he is seriously injured?!"

The disciple was frightened by Xiao Jingxuan's quick reversal, and his body was shaking like a sieve. "Got it, Senior."

Zhou Zicheng had this intention originally, but he was afraid that improper repairs would cause even bigger troubles. On the contrary, if the repairs were not done properly and the piece broke, wouldn't that be even more troublesome?

Chu Huaizhou said: "Forget it, it was me who asked them to discuss the matter with me."

He tried hard to stop the throbbing in his heart and asked the old man slowly, "Is there anyone alive outside?"

But even if there were, they were ordinary farmers, and they would have been torn into pieces by the zombies long ago.

The old man shook his head and said, "No, they are all dead. I am the only one left."

The blood corpse and the farmer's awakened corpse were fighting just now, probably to save him. Yuyu Village was the only one who truly survived.

Xiao Jingxuan stepped forward, eager to try: "Uncle Junior Master, do we need to start the battle formation now?"

"Ah."

Chu Huaizhou closed his eyes and chanted a spell. A faint silver-green halo enveloped his body. He stood above the barrier. The hem of his sky-blue robe was embroidered with patterns, as if flowing with spiritual power.

Xiao Jingxuan rushed out of the defensive barrier at lightning speed. While the formation was not yet completed, he used his memories from his previous life to check whether there were any damages to the magic weapon formations set up in many places.

When he came back, Chu Huaizhou had finished accumulating strength and just opened his cold purple eyes. "You hold up this barrier, and the formation will be activated. There will be nothing left here."

Although he wanted very much to follow his junior uncle's side and help, he had certainly seen this array before. If he went, these kids would surely die.

Xiao Jingxuan took a look at the pale, cold, arrogant and stubborn man floating in the air. He could only nod and say, "Okay!"

The zombies probably felt the surge of spiritual energy from the surrounding murderous formation, and their faces became even more ferocious. Their sharp and shrill howls reached the sky, and they grabbed and bit the outer edge of the barrier.

Xiao Jingxuan did not explain further. He shouted to the group of people who were staring at Chu Huaizhou in a daze, "If you don't want to die, take your dog eyes back as soon as possible! Listen to my orders!"

In a moment of desperation, he blurted out the words he had used in his previous life to summon the demon soldiers and ghosts!

Fortunately, the sudden roar of the corpses around him was so deafening that his voice was completely drowned out.

No one heard a nineteen-year-old boy arrogantly calling himself the deity.

Only Zhou Zicheng heard some of the preface, but it was not very clear. He came over and asked, "Senior, what did you say? What should we do? How can we help the Immortal Lord?"

Xiao Jingxuan put away his usual nonchalant look and put away his cute and pleasing smile, and said bluntly: "Guarding the barrier and protecting your own life is the best help!"

Xiao Jingxuan continued, "The Ten Thousand Immortals Killing Array is blind. Anyone within the locked range will be attacked. If you don't repair and support the barrier, you will die without a burial place!"

When they heard that their lives were in danger, everyone became nervous. They took out the talismans and magical instruments they had with them and piled them on the ground into a small hill.

They all asked at once: "Senior, how do you replenish it? Can you just input spiritual energy directly? Is this enough? Can it help?"

Xiao Jingxuan's eyes couldn't help but light up and he was dumbfounded. Fortunately, he caught himself in time and his jaw didn't drop to the ground. He felt a little amused and helpless.

"You are going to subdue the evil spirits with fighting weapons? Why do you need to bring so many things down the mountain...?"

Zhou Zicheng scratched his head in embarrassment. "This is our first time going down the mountain. We don't know what we will encounter. We thought it would be better to bring more..."

Xiao Jingxuan didn't chat with them and quickly arranged two to three people in each direction of the barrier to use spiritual power to support the barrier and resist attacks from both sides.

He himself is responsible for the weakest, most vulnerable part, and also the top part that needs to withstand the strongest attack force.

Amidst the darkness and chaos, flying sand and rocks, Chu Huaizhou, dressed in a blue-white robe, stood alone outside the mid-air barrier. The flawless, almost transparent tassels of his palace feathers fluttered in the wind around his waist, making him look independent and ethereal.

He cut his palm, and drops of bright red blood fell from the sky. When his noble and cold purple eyes suddenly opened again, only blood red remained, like a red lotus just blooming.

His lips seemed to have not moved at all. A clear, cold and indifferent voice broke through the air, as if it came from the horizon. The short syllables were quickly terminated: "Strangulation."

The green-robed man fluttered in the wind, and behind him, his spiritual power and golden light conjured up all kinds of flexible weapons. The most ferocious attack power was the cold blue light strings.

When it was as hard as a sword, it could pierce through the chests of several zombies. When it was as soft as a strip of cloth, it would first gently wrap around the necks, hands and feet of the zombies, and then strangle them alive.

The strings of the piano were about to become a residual image, and their force was so fierce that blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the body parts turned into slag. The miserable ones were directly chopped into powder.

Seeing such a grand scene for the first time, the Xuanqing Sect disciples were stunned, "It's... such a powerful force?"

Zhou Zicheng couldn't help but murmur: "The Immortal Venerable is still the Immortal Venerable."

Xiao Jingxuan's eyes darkened, and his heart grew colder: using blood to form a sacrifice formation and mental power to control the magical weapon, the longer the fight lasts, the more dangerous Chu Huaizhou will be.

To put it bluntly, either death from blood loss or death from mental exhaustion is a decent way to die.

They were just some bloody corpses, and they were hollow shells of farmers who were kind-hearted, had no offensive power, and were vulnerable to any attack, whether dead or alive.

In a short while, the evil spirits were strangled, the magic circle gradually faded and finally disappeared, and the whole village was ruined and desolate.

Chu Huaizhou's crimson pupils gradually returned to their normal light purple color. He frowned and slowly breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, I didn't faint in the middle of the journey.

Looking down, he saw a piece of pure land among the ruins, and a man in purple was waving at him.

My tense back and nerves finally relaxed and I let out a long sigh: I can faint now.

He lost his strength and slowly fell from the sky, like a helpless, lonely and fluttering fallen leaf.