Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

Not long after Daoist Qianhe and the others left, thunder began to sound in the sky.

"Quick, quick! Set up the tent!"

The rainstorm came as promised, and the team had to stop to set up the tent. The rain dripping from the tent of Qianhe Daochang had a bad premonition in his heart.

The tent has not been fully pitched up, and it is raining to friends and relatives, and God knows what will happen.

A lot of chalcedony flew on the golden coffin and washed away the ink bucket line on the coffin. The small tents could not block the invasion of wind and rain.

Daoist Qianhe became more and more uneasy. The only thing fortunate was that the tent was already set up.

"Wu Shilang, let the golden coffin go in first!"

Worrying that Mo Douxian would be washed away, Daoist Qianhe stepped forward and suggested to Wu Shilang.

"Why?" Wu Shilang, who was somewhat sissy, looked at Daoist Qianhe and said unhappily.

Holding a silk scarf in his hand, he shook it, causing Daoist Qianhe to subconsciously take a few steps back and explained, "Mo Dou has turned into a fairy flower. It's been a long time, I'm afraid..."

"No, wait a minute, not now!"

With a light snort, Wu Shilang didn't care about Mo Douxian, he just wanted his master to rest in the tent as soon as possible.

As for the one in the coffin, Sui is still a royal family, but he has already died, and the dead are not worthy of his stinky feet.

This Wu Shilang is actually a dead eunuch.

Daoist Qianhe couldn't help but cursed in his heart, wishing he could stab him to death with a sword.

It's a pity that he couldn't, he could only endure it, and watched Wu Shilang please, and greeted the little prince first like a tent.

"Push the coffin into the tent."

Daoist Qianhe only instructed the guards and his apprentices to help.

The rain poured down; the weeds on the ground were washed down by the torrential rain, causing the ground to be full of potholes and mud. People slipped under their feet, and the heavy coffins of the pushers were difficult to move.

"Push hard!"

Everyone else was trying to push the carriage, and Qianhe Dao’s eyes were fixed on the golden coffin, afraid of an accident.

After taking this job, he was exhausted enough, even if the reward was a lot of money, it was exhausting tossing back and forth.

Now it's time to live, regret is useless, you can only grit your teeth to complete the task.

Looking at the torrential rain that gradually stopped, Daoist Qianhe thought secretly in his heart: "I will make up for Mo Douxian later, but unfortunately the ink is not enough. I knew that I would borrow some ink from Senior Brother Simu."

"Boom!"

The sudden change came, and a bolt of lightning fell. Daoist Qianhe and several of his apprentices jumped away subconsciously, but the guards were a step slower, and the lightning struck the golden coffin, and even a few guards were hit.

His whole body turned black and smoked, exuding a burning smell, and turned into a corpse and fell to the ground, like a piece of black coal.

"What's the matter, what's the matter? It's so noisy!"

In the tent, Wu Shilang opened the curtain dissatisfied and looked outside, just to see the coffin lid being pushed open by two palms that were as sharp as nails.

"Ouch! Scared me to death!"

Wu Shilang was so frightened that he ran back into the tent, several guards were like enemies, and Daoist Qianhe had the heart to curse.

He jumped onto the golden coffin, pressed the lid of the coffin back down, and shouted, "Hurry up and bring the rope!"

The zombie, who was lying in the golden coffin originally, was struck by lightning and easily pushed the lid up, ignoring the Mo Douxian and the cinnabar net on the coffin.

King Kong can fix his zombies with just one lid. One can imagine its weight. Even ordinary zombies are difficult to push, but now the most terrifying thing has happened.

"Master, go on!"

A hemp rope with a thick arm tied the golden coffin, Qianhe Daochang exerted force with his feet, and used a heavy weight, but a powerful force came out from the golden coffin and overturned him.

Lianren took the coffin cover and flew far away, smashing it heavily on the ground, smashing the ground into a big hole.

shit!

Mo Douxian and Cinnabar Net couldn't control the zombies, so if the zombies ran out, they would definitely ruin the life.

Chapter 103 Breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat, the last battle!

"Tie the corpse!"

Before he could think about it, Daoist Qianhe shouted angrily, and sat down the four major disciples from east, west, north, south, and south, and threw two hemp ropes to tie the zombie from one direction.

The rope touched the zombie, and the red light lit up, and the bell on the rope kept shaking, causing the zombie to become confused, and its head kept turning around.

Biting his finger and smearing the blood essence on the peach wood sword, Daoist Qianhe jumped up, and the peach wood sword was stabbing the zombie's heart.

The peach wood sword smeared with blood essence successfully pierced the heart of the zombie, giving a chill.

What shocked Daochang Qianhe was that the zombie whose heart was pierced was hardly injured.

"No, it has become a fine, evolved, and turned into a bronze-armored corpse."

No one saw this luck. The original iron corpse was struck by lightning in the golden coffin, causing it to evolve into a more advanced bronze-armored corpse.

"Roar!"

The zombie was in pain and let out a low roar like a beast. Both arms grabbed the corpse rope and slammed it hard, throwing the four people from the south, east, north and west out, smashing it on the tree, and fell to the ground without moving.