Reborn Zombie Supreme

Chapter 412 Return to original form

"Get out! You don't have to tell me, I've seen it myself!" The supervisor stood up and patted the dirt on his butt, straightened his black official hat and looked at the house three or four blocks away.

There was a burst of smoke and dust, and the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, the most magnificent building in the capital besides the imperial palace, was reduced to ruins.

But there was a man standing above the Imperial Master's Mansion.

Wearing golden armor and a cloak woven from flames. The nine-tooth rake in his hand shone brightly, and was as precious as gold and jade.

"Who dares to break into the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion?"

"Well, Master Fu, how do you know that?" The supervisor heard Fu Tianchou laughing loudly with his butt sticking out and lying on the ground, and couldn't help but wonder, "I'm going to see your head soon. What do you have to be happy about?"

"How long until noon?"

Fu Tianchou's majesty as the Minister of the Ministry of War was lost, and even as a prisoner, people did not dare to face up to his majesty.

"Half an hour..."

Just as the supervisor replied, he woke up suddenly, "Hey! Mr. Fu, although I am a junior official of the sixth grade Sesame Mung Bean, I am the one who ordered you to chop off your head today. You can't stand a breeze here! Someone is here. , straighten Master Fu!"

An official on the side trotted up, seemingly accidentally stepping on the back of Fu Tianqiu's hand, grinding his shoes hard.

"Dad - um"

Fu Yuechi, who was in disguise among the crowd, shouted worriedly, but Fu Yuechi immediately covered his mouth.

"Don't attract the dog officer's attention, otherwise if the two of us are caught, it will have an impact on dad and the city lord's plan!"

Fu Yuechi blinked before Fu Qingfeng put down his hand.

"Sister, is it better to kill the city lord in vain, or is the national teacher a good person?"

"Dad once said that the Imperial Preceptor is a demon who wants to bring down the imperial court. All the officials in the court will either be controlled by the demon or be beheaded like dad. No one will be spared. He must be a demon. As for his death in vain. The Lord of the City..."

She couldn't tell, after all, she saw Xiao Qing transform into a huge green snake with her own eyes, and she also knew that Nie Xiaoqian, who looked exactly like herself, was a female ghost.

The city of Fusi is in the ghost world of the underworld, and the lord of Wusi City certainly cannot be an immortal.

"But sister..." Fu Yuechi wanted to say a few more words.

"Look!"

The people exclaimed for a while, but saw a golden Buddha sitting on a golden lotus slowly floating up from the ruins of the Imperial Prefect's Mansion. He raised his hand and slapped the golden-armored general wearing a flaming cloak to the ground.

"Zombie Demon, you'd better surrender."

The Golden Buddha's voice was gentle but filled everyone's ears.

Could it be that what is going to be staged today is not the general in golden armor destroying the demons, but the national master destroying the demons to prove his true identity?

The Buddha's palm was slowly raised, and General Jinjia suddenly opened his mouth and spit out several balls of flame, but only a few balls of black smoke and sparks exploded on the face of the Golden Buddha.

"Well, plague! What a zombie!"

The Golden Buddha choked and coughed, and used his palms harder, preparing to crush him to death directly under his palms.

Even though He Cheng's zombie body is as invulnerable as wearing iron armor, Pudu Cihang also has his own plan. Buddhism and Taoism have the greatest restraint on zombies. The Buddha power contained in his hands is enough to break the skin and bones and crush it into flesh.

However, he ran into trouble when he tried hard just now.

He seemed to be holding down an indestructible iron ball. The ground was pressed down three feet, but the zombie was still uninjured.

"There's something wrong with this armor!" Pudu Cihang carefully looked at the golden armor that completely covered He Cheng, thinking in his mind how to break it open.

At this time, Pudu Cihang appeared in the form of a golden Buddha. Didn't he want to kill He Cheng in the form of a Buddha and reveal He Cheng's identity as a corpse demon to consolidate his status as a national master?

Although he wanted to divide the three realms equally with the demons, he was not satisfied with only the small Buddha land divided by the fairy world, so being able to borrow the hand of the human king to control the human world was his final plan. He Cheng came to his door. It is tantamount to giving him a chance.

On the contrary, when it comes to killing people in the immortal world, Pudu Cihang also knows that it doesn't matter whether there is a zombie or not.

He Cheng, who was pinned under the palm, spat out five mouthfuls of black and yellow gas.

Pudu Cihang was just trying to use plague and corpse poison to help him secure his position and fool the people of the world. Instead of stopping him, he waved his sleeves lightly and let the plague corpse rush to the nearest crowd along the wind. , Caishikou.

"Ahem!"

The first man pushing the wheelbarrow covered his neck and collapsed to the ground.

His face turned black, and he just kicked his legs randomly on the ground twice, and then he completely lost his breath.

A wealthy businessman who held his son's hand to watch the show was also affected. He felt an itch on his back and asked his son to scratch it twice. The child raised his hand and scratched it gently, but was frightened and cried with an "ah" sound. The wealthy businessman turned his head in confusion. , but saw everyone looking at his back in horror.

He raised his hand and touched it gently. It was wet and sticky.

Blood!

In just four or five breaths, the wealthy businessman had blisters all over his body, kicked his legs off the ground, and fainted on the ground.

"Plague, he's got the plague!"

I don't know who shouted, and people retreated in fear, leaving only the wealthy businessman's son, Wa Wa, crying.

The wealthy businessman's son sat motionless on his knees.

Someone had the courage to go over and give him a gentle kick...boom~, the wealthy businessman's son fell to the ground, his face was covered with ulcers and blisters, and he was already dead.

"Quick, run! There's a plague!"

The crowd was making a pot of porridge, and the supervisor was frightened and backed away. No one had the intention to see how Fu Tianchou died.

What's even more terrifying is yet to come. The person who fell on the ground staggered up and bit anyone he saw. People who have just been infected by corpse poison hate the sun, but they are not zombies, so they are not afraid of the sun.

Panic spread rapidly throughout the capital.

Of course, some people came to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, knelt down and worshiped in the distance of Pudu Cihang, and called out to Buddha, praying that he could cure the plague and save everyone's lives.

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"Old demon of Montenegro, it seems that I won this time."

He Cheng reluctantly turned his head and looked at the broad face of the Golden Buddha, "Shouldn't I be the one who wins?"

"You have been suppressed by me under the palm of the Buddha, and your life and death are already in my hands. How can you win?"

"Tsk" He Cheng clicked his tongue, then grinned and showed his teeth, "You don't understand."

"Hmm!" He Cheng snorted hard, holding his hands on the ground like jacks, and his body suddenly swelled, one foot, five feet, ten feet.

He Cheng, who was ten feet tall, was already bigger than Pudu Cihang. The slap that was pressing down on He Cheng like a hill just now was now resting on He Cheng's shoulder like a child's palm.

But his stature did not stop growing;

Twenty feet!

Thirty feet!

It stopped when it reached thirty-two feet.

He bent down on the ground, like a city wall.

He Cheng stood up slowly, his head seemed to be stuck in the clouds.

"Big! Big! Big!" When he spoke, his voice was as loud as gunpowder exploding a mountain.

A sky-high nine-tooth rake appeared in his palm. From a distance, it looked like it was stabbed into the sky with an iron rod.

The five-foot-tall golden Buddha is pitifully small.

He Cheng picked up the Qinxin rake and smashed it down.

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The people who were kneeling to worship the Golden Buddha suddenly stopped and looked at the fearsome giant in golden armor.