The best feng shui master

Chapter 691 Corpse Poison
Yang Yunyi and Yang Fuchen had indeed known about what was going on here a long time ago and had prepared for it long ago, but their preparations were not sufficient, or in other words, they still underestimated the danger in Li Bucai's tomb.

The eight red-haired zombies are equivalent to eight strong men in the mid-transformation stage. Although they are restrained by the genitals, the red-haired zombies are much stronger than normal people in some places.

For example, their consciousness is not as good as that of wild beasts, and they have long forgotten that life and death are based on fear. Although they can instinctively perceive danger, once they are hurt, they will become more vicious and bloodthirsty.

"Chichichi..."

Except for the red-haired one whose legs were bound, the remaining seven pounced on the two of them again with white smoke on their bodies.

"Snapped!"

The fly whisk soaked in the blood of the rooster was flung out, and half of a zombie's face was splattered with flesh and blood, and was thrown away.

"Clap clap clap..."

Yang Fuchen couldn't care less about the injuries on his body, he tried his best to draw out four or five whip shadows in an instant, and at the same time four or five red-haired people were caught in the attack and were sent flying.

But there were still two red-haired zombies rushing close to them, their black nails tearing through the air with corpse poison, and with the sound of whistling wind, they grabbed and bit Yang Fuchen facelessly.

Yang Fuchen knew the power of this thing, if the skin was broken and came into contact with flesh and blood, if he couldn't deal with it in time, there was nothing else to say, he would either commit suicide or wait for his body to be covered in corpse spots and become an unconscious The walking dead.

He dodged, let go of the stiff claws of one red hair, kicked one foot on the ground, kicked up a cloud of smoke, and kicked the stiff chest and abdomen of the other red hair.

"clang!"

Hongmao was kicked in the stomach, his body shook, and a piece of his chest armor was dented, but he was not kicked out, but shook Yang Fuchen, who was not on firm footing, and almost lost his balance.

The other one with red hair and stiff paws returned in vain. Seeing that Yang Fuchen lost all his strength, he opened his mouth wide and jumped on him, just like Yang Fuchen was pressed down.

"Beast, court death!"

Yang Fuchen was surprised but didn't panic, he stabbed out suddenly, and a steel wire tied with a stag tail actually pierced through the stiff red-haired armor and pierced into its body.

"Pfft!"

It was like piercing through a piece of rotten leather. What went in in front was a whisk, and what came out behind was a gun point covered with scattered stag tails and steel wires.

This Yang Fuchen is also so insidious, there is such a murderous weapon hidden in that seemingly elegant Fuchen, even normal people can't see it, let alone such a walking corpse.

Yang Fuchen was not very happy when he pierced the red-haired zombie, but his face was full of horror, because the red-haired zombie was only an arm's length away from him, and under the severe pain, the arm with the long nails scratched like crazy. , the fangs were exposed, biting in the air.

Seeing this scene, the other zombie kicked by him still hesitated, and immediately jumped on it like a wolf that had been starved for three days and three nights.

Chen Yi hid on the top of the tomb, seeing this scene, he couldn't help being startled, the red-haired zongzi had forced Yang Fuchen into such a mess, if they hadn't tried the water, he would have suffered a big loss when he suddenly faced it .

He Qingqing stood up unknowingly, looked down at the deadly fight with resentment in her eyes, her heart was hanging, wishing that Yang Fuchen would die immediately under the red hair's stiff claws and mouth.

However, the development of things often has nothing to do with people's will. Yang Fuchen, as the leader of the mountain move, prepared for such a long time before coming in. If he just died like this, then this leader is too worthless.

Yang Fuchen didn't panic, the other hand trembled, and a twenty centimeter long nail carved with a spell appeared in his hand, and it was suddenly inserted into the red-haired stiff eyes.

"Spirit nail!"

He Qingqing couldn't help but let out a cry, with a look of despair on her face, the soul-suppressing nail is an extremely powerful corpse-shocking magic weapon of Taoism, which is specially used to restrain the filth of zombies.

Chen Yi's eyes also lit up suddenly, because his spiritual consciousness told him that the soul-suppressing nail flowed away from the fire, contained but not released, and in his spiritual consciousness, it seemed like a red-hot soldering iron.

This reminded him of the thing that the old ghost of the Ai family seriously injured the Zong army. Although the Lihuo power of this soul-suppressing nail is much smaller than that of the other one, it has the same effect.

If the rooster's blood just now could only burn the red hairs stiffly, then this soul nail can kill them.

This soul-suppressing nail is not made of random iron, but must be selected from the chalcopyrite ore that is three feet above the ground, at the southern foot of the mountain, exposed to the sun all year round, and soaked in Lihuo. It would be better if there is a gold mine that meets these conditions After being forged into the shape of a nail, the Taoist master can carve a "soul-suppressing talisman" on it, so that it can suppress evil spirits.

It can be said that every soul-suppressing nail is extremely rare, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as rare.

"Pfft!"

The hard red hair was stabbed stiffly by the Soul Sting, as if ice and snow met a hot knife, without the slightest resistance, it was pierced through the skull by the Soul Sting.

"Yang Fuchen is going to be in trouble!" Chen Yi sighed.

"Unlucky, how unlucky? Could it be that the soul-suppressing nail can't kill Hongmaodang?" He Qingqing didn't understand, but there was a trace of joy on her face. Compared with Chen Yi and others, she was more happy to see Yang Fuchen bad luck.

Chen Yi didn't answer, but just motioned them to continue reading.

A dazzling light shone in the dark tomb, as dazzling as lightning flashing across the sky. Chen Yi could see that Li Huo, which was circulating in the Soul Requiem Nail, suddenly broke away from the nail body and entered the red-haired stiff head Among them, they scattered with a bang!

The soul nail can kill Hongmaojiang, but its power is so great that Hongmaojiang's iron-hard skull can't bear it at all.

"boom!"

The red-haired zombie didn't even have time to scream, his head exploded, bone fragments, minced meat, and some black, foul-smelling liquid splashed all over Yang Fuchen's face.

"Ah ah ah..."

There was a shrill scream, and Yang Fuchen was like a mad bull, pulling out the whisk soaked in the rooster's blood, twitching frantically, pushing the headless red-haired zombie and the other zombie who took the opportunity to bite out a few times. Ten meters away.

The two red hairs in front of him were dead and injured, but Yang Fuchen didn't look happy, instead he screamed and stepped back, covering one eye.

He Qingqing was shocked at first, never expecting this result, and then jumped up for joy, God has eyes, God has eyes, this Yang Fuchen has done all kinds of bad things, and finally got retribution, the only pity is, why did that Wouldn't the red-haired stiff just kill him?
As we all know, the claws and teeth of zombies have strong corpse poison, but many people ignore that these corpse poisons are produced in zombies, and the rotting flesh and juice in their bodies is the most poisonous thing!

There is no solitary yin, and no solitary yang. This zombie is an extremely yin thing, and lives in an extremely yin place. It has no yang energy, but it can survive in this way. In the final analysis, it is because of the overbearing corpse poison.

Corpse poison can exterminate all microorganisms and make the corpse immortal for thousands of years. Corpse poison can maintain the flexibility and functionality of the joints and organs in the zombie body like a lubricant. Corpse poison can also run along the zombie meridian by itself, borrowing the zombie to absorb the aura of heaven and earth , while growing oneself, the zombies are also kept alive, not only did not let them "starve" to death due to lack of energy, but the older the age, the more ferocious the zombies became.

As for how the corpse poison is produced, there are different opinions. According to Zhang Jiao, the leader of the Yellow Turban Army in the Han Dynasty, after death, the soul dissipates, and the corpse is like an empty room without an owner. Deep, resentment and evil coexist, coexist and coexist, and then the poison of the corpse will be formed.

Chen Yi had discussed it with Chu Haimen before, but he sneered at this set of heresies. What resentment and evil are combined, one is thinking, the other is matter, one is fantasy, and the other is a real thing. The combination is like a beam of sunshine It's the same as what two apples can add together, nothing can be done!
But ever since he met Lian'er, Chen Yi knew that thinking really has energy and can exist independently, and that the fusion of energy and matter is not impossible. Maybe apples and sunlight can really sprout, and then in the rain and dew land It grows into a towering tree.

Of course, this was just his family's opinion, and he couldn't explain what was going on.

But there is one thing he knows, that is, the more corpse poison, the purer it is, the more aggressive and dangerous the zombie, and vice versa!

Yang Fuchen was sprayed on the face by the red-haired zombie poison. Even though he was highly cultivated and invincible, he was trembling with pain, sweating profusely, screaming again and again, and kept backing away.

"Fuchen, how are you?"

Seeing that Yang Fuchen was sprayed with corpse poison, Yang Yunyi couldn't help but turn pale with shock. He quickly tied the fairy rope in his hand and tied it to his arm, took out a paper bag from his backpack, and sprinkled all the contents on the Yang Fuchen's face was covered with black juice.

The crystal clear glutinous rice sprinkled on Yang Fuchen's face turned black almost instantly, but Yang Fuchen's pain remained the same, and one eye became cloudy, showing the ferocity of the corpse poison.

"Humph!"

When He Qingqing saw what was in Yang Yunyi's hands, she curled her lips and said disdainfully, "Since we use Taoist things to bring down the corpse, then we should use Taoist things to remove poison. Why are we using Tufuzi's methods again?"

Chen Yi looked at He Qingqing's face full of resentment, sighed, patted her on the shoulder as a sign of comfort, and said, "The two of them will not live long, and Lao Chu's great revenge can be regarded as revenge." .”

He Qingqing looked at Chen Yi, her eyes were flushed, and she was about to cry, but Chen Yi, who was looking at her, suddenly became tense, and his whole body became alert.

"what happened?"

Seeing Chen Yi's abnormality, He Qingqing asked.

Chen Yi did not speak, but released his consciousness to the maximum extent, then shook his head and said, "I don't know, I always feel as if someone is spying on us, but I don't know where."

"Someone is spying on us?"

He Qingqing also became nervous, the tomb was strange and unusual, the red-haired stiff had come out, and there was no telling anything else.

"Boy Chen Yi, how long do you want to watch the show? If we don't join hands, we will both stay here!"

While the few people were nervously observing, Yang Fuchen covered his face and shouted at the location of Chen Yi and the others. It turned out that they had already discovered the location of the few people.

(End of this chapter)