Reborn Zombie Supreme

He Cheng held up his paper umbrella and jumped out of the cave.

He was under the sun, and under the strong Yang Qi pressure, the corpse energy in his body was dull. He did not dare to move, and could only lift a little corpse energy.

Relying on this wisp of corpse energy and his strong physique, He Cheng was able to jump around on the road.

The zombie's daily walking was definitely not a smart move, but he was afraid that Mao Shanming would find some experts to block him at the entrance of the cave, and he would be caught and burned to ashes.

The little will-o'-the-wisp jumped into the umbrella, for fear that He Cheng would drop it.

There was a ghost for company on the road, but He Cheng didn't resist.

As soon as I jumped down from the abandoned mine, I heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance along the way to a small forest.

Hearing the sound of horse hooves falling not far away from him and looking at the two names in crimson, He Cheng did not turn around and run away, but stopped jumping and stood by the road.

Zhenren Qian and Zhenren Wu, their scarlet names are like thorns on their heads.

The road between enemies is narrow.

"Standing and jumping on the road, will disaster come from the sky?"

Under the umbrella, He Cheng looked strange, and he smelled the smell of blood.

The two real people on the carriage were in poor condition. The long-faced Qian Zhenren had a pale face, and the ugly-looking Wu Zhenren was even worse. His blue shirt was stained with red blood. Except for his face, which was pale, the rest of the body was red.

"Is a blessing or a curse?"

He didn't know the cause and effect. He didn't know that the poison in his own body had killed Wangcai, triggering a series of reactions that made the warlord commander furious. In the end, Qian Zhenren lost the bodies of his apprentices and customers, fled for his life in a hurry with his junior disciples, and was shot several times and suffered serious injuries. seriously injured.

Smelling the sweet scent of the Taoist spirit blood floating in the air, and watching the two men dying, He Cheng tightened the umbrella handle and jumped up.

Is a blessing or a curse?

"Of course it's a blessing!"

"No, Xiao Wu, run away!"

Qian Zhenren whipped his whip twice, and the white horse "Er" fell to the ground with its hooves limp.

He kills people in life and kills ghosts after death. Zombies are also powerful. Before they met Baima, He Cheng was so frightened that he didn't dare to move. Now that he was facing him, he didn't have the courage to run away.

Two people were seriously injured, and they couldn't escape without their horses.

"Your legs are not injured and you can still run. I'll forget it." Wu Zhenren raised his sword finger and poked at his wound, baring his teeth.

His fingers were stained with red paint, and he wrote quickly on his palm.

"Awe!"

The blood talisman is powerful.

He Chengdun was jumping over, and there seemed to be a ball of golden light covering the carriage. When he got closer, the golden light turned into long thorns.

"Go away quickly! Let me leave this miserable life for Ah Fa to forgive!"

Wu Zhenren looked sad and angry.

"You and I, brothers and sisters, disliked each other and compared each other when we first came up the mountain. But you and I also made an oath to slay demons and eliminate evil spirits for the rest of our lives, and to keep upright and ward off evil. Today, I was obsessed with refining zombies, and even killed Ah hair!"

"Xiao Wu..."

The junior brother who never admits defeat, the two have been fighting each other for more than 20 years. Qian Zhenren can already guess what it means to say these words at this time.

"If you don't leave, both of our brothers will die here today! It's better to let me die together with this zombie!"

"you……"

Qian Zhenren nodded and climbed up with his seriously wounded body. If he hadn't been shot several times, how could his white hair have caught the eyes of these two people?

That was someone you could deal with with just a raise of your hands, but now it's hard for them to even raise their hands.

Qian Zhenren ran away as if crawling aside. He Cheng wanted to chase him, but found that the golden light was a little stronger.

"Hahaha! You beast! Today you, Mr. Wu Lai, will do justice for God!"

Master Wu laughed loudly, poured out more magic power, and his face became paler.

He Cheng's expression remained unchanged, holding an umbrella and standing motionless in the sun.

More than half an hour passed, Zhenren Qian had disappeared, and Zhenren Wu fell into a coma.

Bang!

He Cheng jumped up, and just half a step later, he suddenly turned around, grabbed a big stone on the ground, and threw it at him.

Wu Zhenren, who had just passed out, opened his eyes immediately. He couldn't turn his head. He was hit in the chest by his head and vomited blood. "You, you are not an ordinary zombie!"

How could a zombie be so cautious and know how to test?

Even his idiot nephew probably wouldn’t have thought of it!

He Cheng said nothing and stood under the shade of the tree with an umbrella.

A quarter of an hour passed, and He Cheng moved forward again.

"Good, good beast..."

Wu Zhenren's lips seemed to have been smeared with flour and his cheeks were frosted, making him look like a dead person.

Looking at the zombie standing in front of him, Wu Zhenren had already prepared the magic handprints, but he was no longer able to pick them up.

The fangs rushed toward him with corpse aura. Wu Zhenren's neck hurt and his consciousness suddenly darkened.

But in my heart, I breathed a sigh of relief and felt a bit of relief.

He Cheng took a bite and saw that the experience bar seemed to be filled with water. It filled up in the blink of an eye and then sprang out again.

Upgrade 4 times in a row to reach level 10, and you are still just shy of reaching level 11!

A Taoist master can bring more benefits than just this.

The spiritual blood was sucked into the mouth. Although Wu Zhenren wasted a lot of blood, the rest also brought benefits to He Cheng.

[Physique] skyrocketed.

At +3, his fingers can already move slightly.

At +4, it is not difficult to bend the knees of both legs/legs.

It didn't stop until +5. Wu Zhenren had already been sucked and fucked.

He let go of his hands, skinny and bones, and fell to the ground in a bloody shirt. With this look, it would be difficult to turn into a zombie.

His strength has increased several times, and he dares to fight against the vixen again!

He Cheng casually grabbed Wu Zhenren's cloth bag and put it into his diagonal Bagua yellow cloth bag. He also took out a green felt hat from the carriage and put it on his head, as if it belonged to the Taoist boy Afa.

I opened my legs and jumped into the sunset step by step...

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Wang Wanwan's family has hundreds of acres of fertile land.

Two generations of our ancestors were engaged in business and made a lot of money. There are 36 people in total.

"Taoist Master Mao Shanming?"

Wang Wanwan's family lined up on both sides of the stone lion, forming a large formation and watching a downcast man wearing thin pants running from a distance.

The young man who corresponded with Mao Shanming met Wang Wanwan and greeted him with a displeased look on his face.

"Taoist Priest, what are you...?"

"Ahem, there was a thief on the road and my clothes were stolen. Do you have any clothes? Please help me cover my shame."

"this"

The young man looked at Wang Wanwan, and when he saw the boss nodding, he responded, "Yes, yes."

Mao Shanming put on a brand new shirt and quickly got into work mode.

He set up the incense table, grabbed the wooden sword on the table and shook his head slightly, as if he was not good at it.

He was just shaking his head and guessing the next asking price, hesitating again and again. In order to show that he had gained the status of an expert, he decided not to talk about money.

Talking about money is worse than cheating for money. People don't know how to bargain when giving it.

"Is this Mr. Mao OK? Why do I think he doesn't even have any clothes?"

Wang Baiwan grabbed the guy who was communicating, and Mao Shanming looked really unreliable.

"When I went there, Taoist Master Maoshan Ming was moving the graves of his ancestors! I'm sure he's an expert!"

"If you are not an expert, I will kill you!"

Money also means power. Wang Wanwan holds the financial lifeline of the family of 36 people. He is the emperor of this family.

The young man nodded and bowed, patting his chest in assurance.

"Taoist Priest, ever since our family built this new house, someone would throw them out of bed every day while sleeping. It's probably haunted. Even though we invited many experts to solve it, we couldn't solve it."

Mao Shanming smiled "hehe" and said, "Who told you not to invite me earlier? Don't worry."

When the foil is danced, ordinary people find it gorgeous.

Mao Shanming ran into the room and closed the door. He opened his mouth and let the two brats escape from his mouth.

"Uncle Ming, your mouth smells so bad."

"Yes, yes, I'm going to be smoked to death!"

The two wisps of smoke flying out of Mao Shanming's mouth fell to the ground and turned into two imps, one tall and one short.

"You two brats!" Maoshan Mingmu Sword was raised, like a ruler's deterrent effect on apprentices, sealing the mouths of the two ghosts.

"Pretend to be more realistic later, we'll make money and leave!"

"Yes, Uncle Ming"