My Death God Roommate

Sang Tong put on the Taoist robe, lined up his password boxes and opened them all, revealing all his belongings.

"There is a difference between men and women. In order to avoid trouble, I will close my soul and completely give up the dominance of my physical body, so I will completely lose consciousness in a while. You remember to tell Daoist Mao Xiaofang what happened. My magic tools are for Daoist at will. Take it."

After speaking, Sang Tong took out three yellow incense sticks and raised them to the center of his eyebrows to worship three times. Somehow, he flicked the yellow incense lightly and spontaneously ignited.

"How long will God's time last?"

"I don't know either, the gods will leave their bodies when the time comes."

Sang Tong inserted the yellow incense into the censer and knelt down on the futon respectfully: "Since ancient times, female disciples have not been allowed to easily ask male gods to possess them, but this time it is about the safety of the entire flower grower. I hope the Taoist will forgive me."

Sang Tong shook the golden bell and recited the ancient incantation. After saying the last word, two red candle flames shot out three inches high with a "boom", and Sang Tong's body shook violently for a few seconds.

After recovering, Murong called softly: "Sang Tong?"

"Huh?" Sang Tong suddenly turned his head to look at Mu Rong, with a serious expression and a pair of beautiful staring eyes, and his voice also changed.

"Master Mao Xiaofang?"

Mao Xiaofang, who was attached to Sang Tong, looked down at his body, turned his hands behind his back and said angrily: "Nonsense! Yin and Yang are different, how can a female disciple invite a male god to descend to the realm without a law..."

Just as Mu Rong was about to explain, Mao Xiaofang let out a "huh" and went to the altar and took out a handful of rice from the incense burner and sprinkled it on the altar table. He took a grain of rice to eat, held it with his middle finger, and quickly threw it on the flames. Sweep and place the rice grains in your mouth and chew slowly.

"Tsk."

Mao Xiaofang raised his right hand and pressed his thumb on the knuckles of the other four fingers in a special order: "Is there a zombie around here?"

"Yes, the Taoist priest. It is an emergency to ask the Taoist priest to come down to earth. Here is my friend's magic weapon for you to choose."

With one hand behind his back and the other in front of his body, Mao Xiaofang walked over in square steps.

Mu Rong couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, Sang Tong's appearance was quite joyful.

He first picked up the mahogany sword and looked at it for a moment, then took out the mahogany nails and glutinous rice and put it aside, then picked up the five emperors copper coin sword, and stroked the sword body: "What a five emperors copper coin sword!" The bags containing the grains were also brought out.

It can be seen that Taoist Mao Xiaofang is very fond of these magical instruments, and his eyes are bright when he looks at them, as if he is reuniting with an old friend who has been away for many years.

Mao Xiaofang put down the Five Emperors copper coin sword, picked up the ink fountain left over from last time, sniffed it under his nose, and shook his head: "It's a pity."

"Why did the Daoist make such a statement?"

"If this ink fountain is soaked in Qiqi, it may be useful. The power of Qi Qi is a bit weaker. It's a pity for this old ink fountain."

The five-body projection that Mu Rong admires can be known in such detail just by smelling it.

"Time is short, I can only prepare so much, please don't mind the Taoist priest."

Mao Xiaofang nodded, took a jar, opened it, smelled it, put a little bit of it in his mouth with his little finger, and said with a smile, "This old blood ointment is good!"

After speaking, he chose the jar without hesitation, thought for a while, and took out the ink fountain.

Murong twitched the corner of his mouth, and thought to himself: This long-sighted person is vicious, and I can't help but think of Sang Tong's heartbeat after waking up.

"Sijiu, take these for the teacher..."

Mao Xiaofang stopped suddenly, looked back at Mu Rong and said apologetically, "You're being abrupt, Sijiu...is my poor apprentice before his death."

Murong read the sadness that flashed in his eyes, and hurriedly said, "It's okay, I'll take it for you."

Murong put the things Taoist Mao Xiaofang chose one by one into a cloth bag and put it on his shoulders: "Master Taoist, we can start now."

Mu Rong trotted along behind him, while Mao Xiaofang was calm and leisurely, walking leisurely and leisurely, but his speed was astonishingly fast.

The rain stopped, but the ground was still muddy. Standing at the entrance of the base and looking south, half of the sky was dyed fiery red.

Half of it is the deep night, and the other half is fiery red and enchanting. When the two colors collide together, they have the potential to rival each other.

Mao Xiaofang looked at the sky in the distance, and said suspiciously: "That's not right, how could the zombie fear of fire come into the world in such a big mountain fire?"

"Master Dao, what we are going to deal with this time is not ordinary zombies, but the zombie king."

"Not bone?"

Mao Xiaofang's expression froze, and his eyes were filled with fighting intent: "Pindao killed countless zombies in his lifetime. It is a great pity in his life that he has never encountered such a monster. It's just that the demon king came to the world and the people suffered, hey."

"Master Dao, the place where the bones don't turn into the world is more than 60 miles away from here. I'll get someone to fly the plane."

Mao Xiaofang grabbed Mu Rong's arm: "Pindao is going to use the magical movement of shrinking the earth, you follow closely!"

After speaking, he raised his right hand and pinched a Dharma seal on his chest, chanting words in his mouth.

When the two of them took the first step: Murong only felt a blur in front of his eyes. He was still at the gate of the base just now, but he came to the woods in the blink of an eye.

She couldn't help but look back, the mountain of the base was already hidden in the night and she couldn't see clearly.

Mao Xiaofang shouted: "Concentrate!"

Murong turned his head quickly, the scenery around him receded quickly, and there was endless wind in his ears, but they seemed to be in some invisible protective cover, and even the corners of their clothes were never blown up.

This scene is similar to the ability of the Third Grandma Hui of Yuexiang Village to shrink her hand into an inch, but Taoist Mao Xiaofang's magic is slightly better.

It would take about 10 minutes for this section of the road even if you take the demon wolf. Under the leadership of Daoist Mao Xiaofang, they arrived in 10 minutes.

Under the cliff is a huge deep pit, while the ringed mountains on both sides are burning with raging fire.

The torrential rain that lasted for several days has just stopped, and the vegetation on the mountain has an extremely high water content. Under normal circumstances, it would never catch fire, but the fire in front of us has the courage to burn everything.

Mao Xiaofang looked at the bottom of the cliff and pondered for a while, then raised his hand: "Give me the mahogany sword."

After receiving the mahogany sword, Mao Xiaofang made another formula, pulled Murong into the air and landed steadily in the ruins of the village.

Half of this half-acre ruins turned into a deep pit. Mao Xiaofang stood majesticly in front of Mu Rong holding a mahogany sword: "Fourty-nine, mahogany nails."

Mu Rong took out a handful of mahogany nails and handed them in, and heard Mao Xiaofang say: "Drop the Five Beans Chaoyang Technique, stay inside."

Murong recalled Sang Tong's technique at that time, took out beans and cinnabar and started to set up the formation. It took Mao Xiaofang a while to realize that the person behind him was not his apprentice, he was already dead, and the young boy Sijiu had also buried himself in the ground install.

He turned around and saw that Murong had already set up the formation and was standing inside, he was stunned: "Who did you learn from?"

"No family, no sect, just learned a little bit from my friend, the person who invited you down to earth."

Mao Xiaofang nodded: "Not bad."

"Roar..." There were deep roars from the ruins, Mao Xiaofang raised two fingers and wiped them horizontally in front of his eyes: "Name!" Then he saw the scene in front of him clearly.

Although there was lighting from the mountain fire, Murong couldn't see clearly. She clutched the cloth bag and thought regretfully, "It would be great if I could also have night vision."

The pendant around his neck silently oozes out a light of very light color, and Murong suddenly feels his eyes light up, and he can see every plant and tree in the night clearly in an instant!

She rubbed her eyes in surprise: "Whatever you want?"

Yata Kyou, who was hiding in her spiritual sea, rolled her eyes helplessly: "It's really a fool's blessing to be a fool. They are separated by more than ten thousand miles, and such a small request should pamper her."

There was a loud bang, and a huge gravel was thrown away, sending dust flying.

Several men in special combat uniforms walked out of the ruins with stiff steps: "Special commissioner?"

"What?" Mao Xiaofang asked.

"Nothing! Taoist priest be careful!"

Mao Xiaofang gave a cold snort of disdain, but it was just some carrion with a corpse, bluffing.

After speaking, he held four mahogany nails in his left hand and threw them casually. The mahogany nails went through the air and nailed them firmly to the bodies of the four zombies, completely submerged.

"Ah!" The latter screamed in unison, and a puff of white smoke rose from the place where the mahogany nail was shot, and then burned, and a foul smell followed, permeating the air.

Mu Rongxiu frowned slightly and covered his nose, Mao Xiaofang stood proudly with his sword, and said loudly: "It is said that the Zombie King's IQ is no different from that of ordinary people, and he will never die or perish. The poor Taoist came here today to ask for advice, why do you hide your head and show your tail? Is it Wei Wei? Zhanxian is timid, are you afraid?"

"Hahahahaha..." There was a burst of crisp laughter, and Murong's heart skipped a beat. The voice seemed familiar.

Mao Xiaofang lunged and stretched out his left index finger and middle finger to quickly draw a talisman in mid-air. A golden character "Chi" floated in mid-air. He then used these two fingers to touch the sword, which was a plain mahogany The sword still erupted with golden light, and the body of the sword also expanded a lot, turning into a three-foot-glittering green front.

Yata mirror praised: "This Taoist priest really has some skills, just invite the divine sword."

"Daozhang Mao is already a god, okay? Goudaner, what do you think the Taoist priest's chances are?"

"It's hard to say. After all, Sang Tong's mortal body has limited endurance. Even a god can't exert its full strength. A body without bones is invulnerable."

A cluster of flames floated from the night, and Mu Rong saw the visitor's pupils shrink: the flames made the robe and the lava was the armor, and the Fengshen handsome looks like Pan An, isn't this Yang Songnu! ?

"He... is really invincible? Why did he sacrifice himself to fulfill us that day?"

Mao Xiaofang was also taken aback, the zombies he had seen were all described as ugly and ferocious, and the body smelled like corpses.

This is the first time he has seen a zombie like this: "As expected of the Zombie King, he can reverse the world and return to his former appearance!"

Yang Songnu smiled charmingly, and with a wave of his sleeve, the flames attached to his body turned into a scarlet shirt, and his flowing face also turned into a golden armor. He was such a majestic young general.

Mao Xiaofang shouted loudly, pointed at the golden rune floating in mid-air with the tip of his sword, and flew towards Yang Songnu...

The author has something to say: Today's update has arrived. Recently, my physical condition is not good, and updates are often interrupted.

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