Reborn Zombie Supreme

"Paji~"

He Cheng stepped out of the sticky green juice, and a centipede spirit was crushed.

"Amitabha!"

The Imperial Master was angry, "We have already discussed this, why are you going back on your word!"

"Oh, you said that!"

He Cheng stepped on the right foot of the black boot and crushed it hard. The long centipede, which had been crushed by the trampling, kicked its legs and was divided into four or five pieces.

"That's true." He scratched his head. What happened just a few days ago seemed like it was decades ago.

The Imperial Master kept staring at He Cheng, trying to find a reason on He Cheng's face.

"Old demon from Montenegro, do you think I'm a monk who is easy to bully?"

"Hey, I came to the Imperial Preceptor today to talk about nothing else. I also want to find a job in the court, and get a part-time official position. We are in vain because of the inconvenience of movement outside the system. It is different if someone is conferred by the king... …”

He Cheng put his feet away and left a green shoe mark on the ground.

"Really? It seems that it was my descendants who caused the trouble. They died unjustly."

The Imperial Master raised his eyelids slightly, and Mi Ren'er's big black eyes hidden under the wrinkled eyelids looked at He Cheng.

The two of them suddenly started to move forward, raising their feet and running forward.

He Cheng clenched his fist and rushed forward. The imperial master shook his body back and spread his palm to grab the hammer with a big cloth wrapped in it. The Imperial Master also struck very quickly, with his broad sleeves fluttering in the wind, revealing his elbows like dead tree roots. Five fingers as thin as skeletons followed the palms upward to pinch. When one hand grasped He Cheng's fist, the other palm was already close to it. Press on He Cheng's chest.

Bang bang bang! ! !

Hit three palms in a row.

The Imperial Master's face froze, and he caught sight of He Cheng grinning from the corner of his eye. He felt something bad in his heart and was about to retreat. However, he found that the fist in his hand was gently pulled away, and the back of his hand pressed against the Imperial Master. He swung his palm upwards, catching Yanzi. As if clamping the Imperial Master's wrist.

He Cheng slipped half a step forward with his left foot, lowered his body with a lunge, and slapped his right hand on his chest. He caught the palm of the Imperial Master's hand that was about to escape, and slammed forward. The Imperial Master was kicked by a fast horse that was charging towards him, his chest was concave and his back was bowed, and he instantly turned into a cooked red shrimp. Before the attack from the hot pursuit broke off, He Cheng grabbed the Imperial Preceptor's elbow and pushed it up, then pinched his shoulder and hit him diagonally with his right elbow.

Only then did his right foot catch up, and his knee pierced into the Imperial Master's stomach like an arrow chasing the wind, causing his stomach to turmoil. The sound of the knee strike was as loud as thunder, and it knocked down a house behind the Imperial Master like a bull from across the mountain!

Rumble~! !

The bricks and wallpaper fell down like paper, the tiles fell to the ground, and there were even screams for a while. Some maids were huddled in cages like chickens and ducks, with giant centipedes crawling around them.

The iron hands holding the Imperial Master's shoulders were finally released.

"Ahem..." The national master was actually not seriously injured. With his thousands of years of demon cultivation, let alone being seriously injured, even if he was beaten to death, his flesh and skin would be nothing.

He just felt unhappy about being pressed down and beaten by a zombie.

Knowing that he was inferior in strength, the Imperial Master concentrated his energy and prepared to use high-strength demonic energy to knock He Cheng away, and then used magic to completely capture him. Unexpectedly, a big hand crawled onto the Imperial Master's neck like a winding centipede, and the joints Tight as iron and heavy as a mountain.

The Imperial Master opened his eyes vaguely.

The sun above my head is like a golden disk, which stings my eyes.

However, a palm was smashed from the golden plate. The fingers were as thick as iron bars, and the skin was as wrinkled as a tree. The smell of blood from the five long pointed nails penetrated from the nose and rushed into the brain.

The zombie slapped it down with one claw, and the national master's head instantly turned into a ball of blood foam.

Snapped! !

The sound of explosion was very clear.

The maids who were screaming in the cage also stopped. They were trapped in the demon's lair. If this handsome man who suddenly arrived could kill the demon national master, their miserable life would be over.

Rumbling, the ground shook violently.

Another rumbling sound was followed by the shaking of the ground. He Cheng was still pressing down on the Imperial Preceptor like a tiger, but a tail several feet long suddenly lifted up and scattered the entire Imperial Preceptor's Mansion with a slight collision.

It was a centipede tail, and each leg was thicker than a farmer's waist. He Cheng was accidentally lifted up and flew into the sky.

Dust was flying and corrugated bricks were flying. No one could see clearly what was going on in the Imperial Master's Mansion. If someone could stand in the sky, he might be able to see a centipede spirit more than ten feet long, rolling on the ground like a dragon.

He Cheng was thrown into the sky more than twenty feet high before he stopped. He suppressed the wind with his hands and waved his hands, and a pure gold battle armor was put on the black robe.

This armor is golden and gleaming, with ghost heads, dragon mouths and tiger tails carved on it. The two heads on the left shoulder and the one-horned ghost head on the right are eye-catching. Their eyes glow red, like living creatures.

Putting on the fire-preventing cloak, the wind blew gently, blowing the flames ten feet long, just like a general in golden armor wearing a cloak made of flames.

The nine-tooth rake is held in the palm of the hand. Judging from the appearance, it is definitely the day when Marshal Peng descended to earth and Lord Wuquxing came to the world. He was as majestic as the third prince Nezha, and even more majestic than the Erlang God Yang Jian!

The smoke and dust dispersed, and the giant centipede had disappeared.

Within the ruins of the ruins, only the skinny old monk clasped his hands and chanted Amitabha Buddha, "Old demon of Black Mountain, how dare you run wild in my mansion, I will accept you, the corpse demon, today!"

The Imperial Master glared and became very angry.

The two demons both used the name of slaying demons and slaying demons, and fought for fame and fortune from each other under the banner of saving the common people.

It turns out that the light of the Buddha really shines everywhere, golden light is shed from the sky, golden lotuses sprout from the ground, and the sound of the Buddha reaches my ears.

The loud noise caused He Cheng to have a headache, which was the same effect as when Happy Buddha chanted sutras.

"You have really embarked on the Buddhist path!"

He Cheng shook his rake and stirred up the wind like a whistle.

The sound of the wind cut off the Buddha's seal, and he was able to break free from the splitting headache.

"Zombie Demon, follow me to the Paradise of Elysium to retreat for ten thousand years, and let the evil spirit in your heart go away."

When the Buddha's light stopped, a golden Buddha one to four to five feet tall appeared on the spot. Under the seat was a nine-leaf golden lotus holding the seal of fearlessness.

This mudra represents the Buddha's great benevolent wish to save all living beings. It is said to make all living beings feel at ease and free from fear.

"Buddha? Humph, I am killing the Buddha!"

He Cheng twisted his body and rushed towards the golden Buddha. He heard the golden Buddha recite "Amitabha", raised his hand and patted it gently. He Cheng was pressed to the ground by a palm and could not move.

"Zombie Demon, you'd better surrender"

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Caishikou,

Groups of people surrounded the stage, pointing at the people kneeling with their hands.

I saw a man kneeling in front of the executioner holding a knife, wrapped in white clothes, with a piece of paper folded into the shape of a sword around his neck.

There is a straw stick inside this paper, with the word "Chop" written on the outside.

The reverse side reads "Fu Tianchou, born on February 14, 1898."

As soon as noon arrived, he opened his sword and asked for beheading.

"Master Fu is a loyal minister, how can he be killed?"

"Now that the emperor is stupid and listens to the evil monk, the entire country now belongs to the evil monk. Loyal ministers like Lord Fu who dare to remonstrate are like a thorn in the side."

"Alas, the King of the Nine Mountains is now in turmoil. There are uprisings in various places. We in the capital are also worried every day. In the future, there will be no loyal ministers like Master Fu... Alas!"

People were discussing fiercely, but they could only come to see Fu Tianchou on his last journey with tears in his eyes.

"I don't know if I can catch up..." Fu Tianchou looked up at the direction of the Imperial Master's Mansion, which was very close at hand, feeling uneasy in his heart.

There was a rumble, and the ground shook under their feet, like an earth dragon turning over. Many people were unable to stand and were knocked to the ground.

Although Fu Tianchou was also knocked down, he was overjoyed. He knew that everything had finally begun.

The supervisor who was taking a nap was suddenly woken up and fell off his chair, smashing his butt and buttocks hard.

"T-Tell me, sir! Someone is making a big fuss in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion."