Reborn Zombie Supreme

He Cheng grabbed the futon mat and kicked up his legs to sit in front of Yan Hong.

She chanted sutras silently, her lips colliding up and down, and she was immersed in it and couldn't extricate herself.

"I asked, since we are from the same hometown, can we avoid torture?" He pointed at his temple and grinned bitterly: "I have a headache after listening to the sutra."

However, Yan Hong is smiling, and her face is covered with colorful clothes. Needless to say, she is beautiful. However, the Seven Star Witch has a Buddha-light smiling face, which still makes people feel awkward.

"My daily practice is to read Buddhist scriptures." She raised her eyelids slightly, then closed them again.

With hands clasped together, the Great Compassion Mantra still hasn't stopped.

"Okay, just keep reading. If you can't offend me, you can still hide."

He stood up holding his knees and patted his robe.

However, when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped: "Do you know what level Fei Zong will be if he goes up higher?"

"Zombies are evil creatures with low intelligence. It takes hundreds of years for a corpse to become a zombie, and it takes thousands of years to turn into a flying zombie. Zombies are not allowed in the three realms and six paths. The path of spiritual practice is like crossing a single-plank bridge, with no one to help. A flying zombie can turn into a bone. , but it has reached its peak.”

She did not open her eyes, but just talked about what she had seen: "Relying on blood-sucking and cannibalism to improve is a small way after all. Since you have already embarked on the golden elixir road, you can only become a big road by continuing to practice. There are mortal bones in the world who can become a Taoist, and even stubborn stones can do it. It turns into a spiritual creature and has the ability to understand the universe."

"Jindan Dao, I think so...but I am a layman in meditation practice, so I guess it will be difficult."

He Cheng nodded and searched for a long time: "Okay, keep chanting. I can't afford to offend you, but I can still hide."

Yan Hong shook her head slightly, seemingly feeling helpless that He Cheng had a headache while listening to the sutras.

He Cheng came out of the cave, walked along the bamboo forest path, and glanced at the closed cave entrance.

I muttered: "It's red."

The murderous intention has arisen.

Since he was a "fellow countryman", He Cheng wanted to kill her to avoid future troubles and protect the secret of his time travel. How could she not think of killing He Cheng to "keep it secret"?

Negotiating prices and giving benefits are just tricks.

He Cheng didn't believe that the other party couldn't figure out his thoughts.

Immortals who have lived for tens of thousands of years, even if they are very compassionate, can become "demon" at this moment just to survive.

He Cheng kept walking along the bamboo forest path. Purple bamboo leaves were falling in the wind. He gently raised his hand to pinch one.

"Purple bamboo, it would be good to cut a few pieces to make a rocking chair." He continued walking along the path, but his eyes were looking at the purple bamboo on the roadside, as if he was really planning to chop a few pieces and take them back to make a rocking chair for himself.

Just as he was about to leave the bamboo forest, the dragon girl with two small dragon horns on her head jumped out and stopped him.

"General, stay here! The master has ordered that you need to follow the virgin chanting sutras for thousands of years, and you are not allowed to leave the Purple Bamboo Forest without permission!"

He Cheng stopped and said, "No, I'm here to chat with Guanshiyin Bodhisattva. Isn't this road going to him?"

The dragon girl looked at He Cheng with a look like, "You think I'm a fool" and didn't answer.

"Oh... I guess I remembered the wrong way. When will Guanshiyin Bodhisattva come back?" He seemed to ask casually.

Dragon Girl was still blocking the way, and she didn't give in at all: "Dragon Girl didn't dare to ask about the affairs of the great master. She only knows to obey the law. General, you can't leave the Purple Bamboo Forest for a thousand years!"

"Looks like he's really gone," he whispered.

"Of course I won't leave, don't worry." He Cheng waved his hands and turned around helplessly, as if he was telling the dragon girl on purpose: "Are all Buddhists just stupid?"

The dragon girl raised her eyebrows, but she recited a few words of Amitabha to suppress the anger that was rising in her heart.

"The Bodhisattva is gone, and I can't get out of the purple bamboo forest. This is... trouble..."

He Cheng had already walked back to the cave.

A gentle breeze blew.

The bamboo leaves rustled, and occasionally a few purple bamboo leaves swirled and fell at my feet, adding a bit of a murderous atmosphere.

Duh!

The big iron sword was stuck on the ground, as straight as a purple bamboo.

He Cheng's black robe was instantly burned to dregs by the flames that burst out, and he was wrapped in bright gold armor.

The body of the Ghost King protruding from the treasure armor on his left arm is showing its teeth and claws. The golden fur on the right arm is even more fierce, and its hair is like a living thing, fluttering in the wind like seaweed.

He Cheng grabbed the big iron sword with his right hand.

The golden-haired roar in his right hand actually stretched out his claws and climbed onto the hilt of the iron sword, letting out bursts of roars that penetrated deep into his soul!

Fiery red hair, flowing.

General Hanbao, who was wearing golden fire armor, had murderous intent on his face, staring with gorilla eyes, ready to attack!

The purple bamboo forest is on fire and the fire is spreading!

…

"He really should be locked up in Buddha's Wuzhishan Mountain for five hundred years like that monkey in heaven!"

The dragon girl hummed softly and kicked her feet angrily as if she were stamping on mud.

Her cultivation was not enough, and she had only learned a little about Buddhism. She felt uncomfortable when the virgin who had just been a few days old was appreciated by Guanshiyin Bodhisattva, but the other person had deep roots in Buddhism, and the dragon girl felt inferior to her.

But of course she was dissatisfied that a guy who once made trouble in the Heavenly Palace and looked like a demon could be rewarded by Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Being able to recite sutras in the Purple Bamboo Forest for thousands of years, and having someone accompany me to read, is a blessing that even many Buddhists in the world cannot achieve in ten lifetimes.

But looking at He Cheng's careless appearance, he didn't take this place seriously at all.

Boom!

The bamboo forest behind them suddenly burst into flames, and the flames surged upward, like a big mushroom.

The purple bamboo was burned, making a crackling sound.

The heat wave overwhelmed a large piece of purple bamboo, falling down like a sickle cutting wheat.

The dragon girl raised her sleeves to cover her face, but she was still pushed back by the heat wave.

"Is this... where the virgin is?"

The dragon girl wanted to get closer, but she couldn't get close even with the air waves caused by the explosion of flames. Instead of advancing, she was pushed back continuously.

…

He Cheng was spitting out plague fire from his nose and mouth, and the five fingers of his right hand clenched the hilt of a foot-long sword.

When the sword is drawn, fire comes out with the sword.

The big iron sword pushed aside the ground and pierced the cave door with a "bang". Following He Cheng's tiptoeing forward motion, he stabbed forward with the tip of the sword, heading straight for Huanglong!

The fire was just caused by the power of the sword. He Cheng's strongest part was his body, and his greatest strength was his strength. The fire was just a scrap of his magical power.

The iron sword hit the stone door, just like flame hitting the thin ice, melting at the touch!

Lying on the big iron sword, the golden haired animal connecting He Cheng's right arm and the sword roared angrily.

Hoo ho ho! !

A gust of wind blew back, and a small white hand was raised to block He Cheng's sword!

The powerful sword, which seemed to destroy the world, was easily blocked by a small hand, and it seemed that the hand was motionless, as if the sword was like a straw stick, without the slightest threat.

The white little hand exerted more force and pushed forward.

The force surged back, pushing He Cheng back two steps, and the big iron sword drew a string of fire on the ground.

The air waves that were stirred up blew the sea of ​​flames, burning a large purple bamboo forest and igniting a huge mushroom cloud.

Above the South China Sea, a red cloud rose and burned through the sky!