Reborn Zombie Supreme

“Unfamiliar”

"When are you going?" Fu Qingfeng pinched the corner of his clothes.

Fu Yuechi shrank her shoulders and said, "Sister, it's so cold~"

He Chengcai stopped displaying murderous intent, even a trace of it was enough to make two ordinary people hallucinate.

"I'll change my clothes first and go right away..."

Bang!

The door is closed.

"We came here specifically to deliver the letter. He just didn't open the door and asked us to come in and sit down. He even closed the door. Are you afraid that we would see his little wife?" Fu Yuechi pouted with a look of reluctance. Fu Qingfeng didn't look good either. "Let's go back first."

"Don't wait for him?" Fu Yuechi obviously wanted to wait some more.

"Well, go back first, don't keep dad and Tao waiting for a long time."

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He Cheng returned to the room. The Imperial Master's Mansion had two living rooms, flower beds on the left and right, and a stable at the back.

There are twelve guest bedrooms.

Covering an area of ​​five acres, in the entire capital, he was the only one besides the emperor to have such a large residence.

"Squeak~"

He opened the door and walked into the room.

The room was empty.

"Find someone to find out what Huang Chuping has done recently."

"Um"

A woman's soft voice of agreement filled the air.

He Cheng had nothing to do and took out the Xuanyuan Divine Sword to look at it. This sword is definitely the most lethal magic weapon in his hand. It is different from the golden sword. The golden sword has great lethality against ghosts and gods, but for ordinary people It's just a thick-backed broadsword for beheading.

Most people who shed blood to identify their master are not trustworthy. Did Sun Wukong bite his finger when he picked up the Sea God Needle and smeared it on it?

There are also some who recognize their master with blood, and high-level magic weapons cannot use this trick.

The magic weapon has spirit,

One person recognizes the magic weapon,

The second magic weapon recognizes its owner. If you want the magic weapon to recognize a person, you must take the magic weapon into your belly and raise it with real energy and mana every day. Over time, it will be like raising a dog and a cat. The magic weapon will naturally become familiar with you, and you will feel connected when you use it. .

Adding three more mantras to control it has a similar effect to the iron chain whip.

Princess Iron Fan's Banana Fan is extremely powerful and relies on a spell.

If you want to use this divine sword, you need to rely on the sword skills left by Yan Chixia.

The sword formula was simple. He Cheng looked at it for a few times, memorized it, and pressed it with his fingers, crushing the iron book into iron clay.

He Cheng raised his right index finger, and with a flick of his finger, the divine sword placed on the table "buzzed" and vibrated, shaking and flying up.

He walked around awkwardly in a circle around him.

He Cheng raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the divine sword.

"The flying sword is soft and soft. I can't use it, so I'd better just use it to kill people and have fun..."

Mana is needed to control flying swords. He only has the corpse elixir and can barely reach the golden elixir realm. If he wants to throw tens of thousands of swords like Yan Chixia, his mana will be drained immediately.

Moreover, the power of Wanjian was not as painful as his two slaps.

"Buzz~"

The divine sword screamed and was put back into his sleeve by He Cheng.

Just at this time, the door hinge "squeaked~" and a gust of cool wind pushed the door open.

There is a "buzzing" sound like flying bees in the wind. If you listen carefully, you can notice that it sounds like a villain talking.

The buzzing sound lasted for a long time.

"Go back and tell them that it's best not to leave the City of Wasted Death. I don't care if you die outside."

There was another short buzzing sound in the wind, followed by a gust of cold wind, and the door slammed shut.

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"Taoist Priest, why don't you come to my house for a cup of tea? The Imperial Master must be busy~"

Having just watched Huang Chuping drive away the monster with a flick of the fly whisk, Fu Tianchou knew that the Taoist priest in front of him must be capable, maybe not small.

Who in Shuntian Mansion doesn't know that the Imperial Master turned into a golden-armored giant and smashed to death a giant centipede that was more than ten feet tall?

After dinner, we were still talking. Some people even said that the centipede spirit was thicker and stronger than the dragon that accidentally jumped out of the water in the East China Sea. In other words, the national master could slay the dragon! Putting aside whether it is true or false, it is true that the national master is the spiritual support.

"No, I just want to meet this legendary national master"

Huang Chuping put a whisk on his elbow and raised his head slightly, "Here we come!"

I saw someone in the crowd walking towards him step by step.

He was wearing a white robe with golden auspicious clouds embroidered on the sleeves, and a pair of green trousers.

The belt with a white jade buckle is tied with an emerald tassel. The tassel is on the left side, swaying as he walks.

Looking up, his face is white and handsome, with starry eyebrows and sharp eyes. His face was as hard as a knife or an axe.

Dressed elegantly but not like a young man.

The crowd subconsciously made way for him to pass.

"Ah-uh-ah-uh-!"

"Let's go! You lazy idiot!"

The scolding nearby attracted Huang Chuping's attention. A donkey cart was pulling swill poured out of the restaurant. The smell was pungent.

An officer and soldier walked over holding his nose and said, "Get your car away quickly. Do you know where this place is? Dare you park here?"

"No, I don't dare...it's just Mr. Guan, I don't know what happened to my donkey today..."

Pa~

The driver of the donkey cart whipped his whip and slapped the donkey's butt hard with his teeth.

He was reluctant to beat the donkey, and would only scold him. He would even use his whip to hit the ground, but he would never be willing to slap it on the donkey. But today was different. If he offended a high official, he would definitely get dozens of slaps, and he would have to be ruthless.

The donkey's skin was torn open by the whip, but the donkey stood dead on the spot, as if there was a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire in front of him.

Pa~

The driver of the donkey cart was whipped again.

The donkey whined, but lay on the ground. As it moved up and down, the swill bucket suddenly fell over and poured all over the donkey driver. It was dirty and smelly, and you could imagine the rancid smell at a glance.

The driver who drove the donkey cart was so angry that he stood up and beat you, "You..."

Huang Chuping stopped him and said, "Wait! Stop fighting. It's not the donkey's fault."

"It's not a donkey, how can I do this?" the driver of the donkey cart thought, this Taoist priest is not very smart.

By chance, another carriage passed by on the road. As soon as it reached the donkey carriage, the horse let out a "kee" and its legs gave way and fell to the ground.

The driver driving the carriage said "Ouch" and was thrown to the ground.

After busy getting up, the driver also went to beat the horse. The horse, like the donkey before, fell to the ground and did not dare to move.

"Um?"

Huang Chuping's eyes are so sharp. In the dirty ditch, toads are floating with white bellies and ants are moving. This is a movement that only occurs when a major disaster occurs.

"National Division!"

Following Fu Tianchou, who took the lead in saying hello, the man just now had already arrived in front of them.

"Master Fu, your face is glowing red."

"The Imperial Master has just beheaded the judge. With your extraordinary ability, Imperial Master, I can rest assured and have good food and drink."

The two exchanged a few polite words. Fu Tianchou pointed at Huang Chuping beside him and said, "This is Huang Xianren. He said he has a way to cure man-eating monsters."

"Yeah?"

He Cheng looked at Huang Chuping, his enemy who had been linked to him for a long time.

Wearing a Taoist robe and holding a whisk.

He has a face with Chinese characters and unibrows. He is in his twenties and thirties but has level 73 skills. He is a Kuai Di Immortal.

"At forty years old, I will survive the tribulation and become an immortal... almost"

He Cheng was chewing Yahuazi. As expected, he was favored by the Bodhisattva, and he was upgraded faster than himself.

Of course, there is now a way to kill Huang Chuping once and for all!

"Why did it get so cold?" Fu Tianchou and the surrounding officials seemed to have fallen into the cold winter moon, rubbing their arms.

"Zhang Daozhang, I wonder how you plan to cure these monsters?"

He Cheng smiled, like the warm sunshine in spring, dispelling the cold winter.

"According to Pindao's observation, these man-eating monsters are actually poisoned by corpse poison. As for why they are not afraid of the sun and do not change into zombies, Pindao still doesn't know... But in this world, even the Great Luo Immortal can't save those who are deeply poisoned by corpse poison. There is only one way to become a zombie. Unless there is a zombie king that absorbs the corpse poison from the body of the corpse poisoner."

Huang Chuping took half a step forward, raised his head and looked into He Cheng's eyes, "I wonder, how did the Imperial Master get rid of the corpse poison in their bodies?"

The situation is tense.

Fu Tianchou, who was watching the show on the sidelines, was beating in his heart. He understood clearly that Huang Zhuping and Huang Taoist suspected that He Cheng had put the corpse poison, and even suspected that He Cheng was actually a zombie king who had accomplished cultivation.

"Well, Huang Xianren, you must have misunderstood... Although the medicine to cure the patient was given by the Imperial Master, I was personally involved in the action, and the Imperial Master was not involved from the beginning to the end."

Huang Chuping's nose twitched slightly, not knowing what smell he was looking for on He Cheng.

Then he nodded, "I'm just curious about the method of the national master. If the national master can share the method, maybe we can find a way to cure the monsters in the dungeon."

"That's it." Fu Tianchou breathed a sigh of relief and looked at He Cheng.

"This is simple, but there is one thing you said wrong, Taoist priest. It is not only the zombie king who can dispel corpse poison, but also..."

He Cheng raised his hand and pointed it at the little finger of his left hand.

Phew~

The fingers fell down and were caught in his palm.

Everyone was shocked and cut off their own fingers with their own hands. They all gasped at the sight, but the Imperial Master's expression remained unchanged.

He Cheng opened his palms, and the fingers in his palms were shining with golden light.

Looking at this finger, the restless heart actually calmed down.

"Buddha bone golden body!" Huang Chuping was shocked.

"Please ask the Taoist priest to take it and study it. It would be great if you can find something to save all sentient beings."

He Cheng raised his head and quickly searched the air with his eyes.

"I'm not feeling well, so I'm going back first."

The little finger of his left hand was bare and irritating.

Fu Tianchou nodded quickly: "Master, please go back and rest."

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"The loss of one of my Corpse Buddha fingers should calm the doubts in Fu Tianchou and Huang Chuping's minds."

He was not afraid of Huang Chuping, he was just afraid of the Bodhisattva behind him, but he didn't know what the Bodhisattva was thinking, so he could only avoid Huang Chuping to avoid getting into trouble.

"Lu Dongbin has also descended to earth for a last ditch effort!"

On the other side of the Longmen Inn, characters from the Eight Immortals have appeared one after another.

The drama was about to begin, and he had no intention of fighting Huang Chuping.

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Huang Chuping looked at He Cheng's leaving figure magnanimously, then lowered his head and looked at the little finger in his hand: "This is really a flesh and gold body. I am afraid that only the Vajra King of the Immortal Realm and the Eighteen Arhats can have this kind of cultivation. Is it true that I guessed wrong?"

Gods cannot turn zombies into humans, but they can still save people who are just poisoned by corpse poison.

If he is a false Buddha and is still in the position of national master, it will be too harmful to the people of the world. If he is the reincarnation of a real person with great supernatural powers, it will of course be good news to the people of the human world.

"The evil spirit is real, but this finger is also real. It seems we can only ask Bodhisattva..."