Daqin: Who does this throne give to me?

Chapter 131 Maoshan Zhao Wen, today challenged Dongying comrades

Looking up at the sky, the energy of heaven and earth in this world is not as sufficient as that of Daqin World, but it still contains a lot of Yin Qi, especially where I am, there is still a tyrannical atmosphere in the Yin Qi.

The sky gives people a feeling of oppression and even destruction all the time, and there is no possibility of cultivation in such an environment.

That is to say, Zhao Wen can leave this world at any time, otherwise he would be crazy when he sensed this world after he started to practice.

Turn your head and look in the direction of the door!

"Clang clang clang!"

There was an extremely gentle knock on the door. If Zhao Wen hadn't had a strong spiritual sense, he might not have been able to feel the killing intent contained in the knock on the door.

"Come in!"

A young man wearing a very strange robe slowly opened the door and came in. He saluted Zhao Wen respectfully before saying, "You are a practitioner from the Qing Dynasty. The owner of Tianye Dojo, please go and meet him!"

Completely ignoring the flash of viciousness in the other party's eyes, Zhao Wen clapped his hands lightly with a smile on his face and said, "That's great, I've heard that the Taoism here in Dongying is very strange, and I just want to see it!"

Followed all the way to the dojo, as soon as he entered the door, he saw more than a dozen warlocks with different auras staring at him greedily.

Everyone burst out their aura with all their strength and suppressed it towards themselves, their faces full of aloofness and arrogance.

Suddenly, the lid of a golden coffin in the stone gate flew up. Zhao Wen gently raised his hand to grab it. The zombie had already appeared in his hand, and he threw it forward heavily.

In terms of cultivation, none of these dozens of people can compare with him, but there are many weird methods in Taoism, and now he doesn't even have a magic weapon for self-defense, Zhao Wen has no intention of fighting with others surgery.

"Ow!"

Still in mid-air, the zombie opened his eyes and let out a roar.

"It's the first time I come to the door, please prepare a little gift, please don't be offended!" A grand master's chair appeared behind Zhao Wen, and he sat down very naturally, looking at the dozen or so people who had already cluttered up with the zombies in front of him.

"You are so brave, you dare to release this level of zombies, are you not afraid of the karma of heaven and earth, so you still don't take them back!"

With a sound of anger, a group of people ran out from the back of the dojo, some stepped forward to help block the zombies, while others scolded Zhao Wendao loudly.

Another coffin lid opened in the stone gate, and another zombie was thrown out without hesitation, the second, the third...

"Zhao Wen, a member of the Maoshan sect, is challenging his comrades in Dongying today. Anyone who thinks they are capable can come and fight!" Zhao Wen's voice resounded throughout the capital, and one breath after another kept coming in a straight line in this direction.

After the last zombie was thrown out, Zhao Wen's figure disappeared instantly, and a few minutes later, he reappeared in the hotel room.

Now that the world is at the end of the law, zombies are a kind of cultivators, and there is no exception. When these zombies are released, they will naturally be extremely powerful at first, but after a long time, their strength will drop, and then someone will naturally clean them up. .

However, before the strength of the zombies decreases, the casualties will definitely not be small.

This is also the biggest reason why Zhao Wen came here as soon as he got the zombies. He never thought about bringing these zombies back to the Great Qin World.

Violent roars came from the direction of Kyoto one after another, mixed with screams from time to time.

Lightning flashes fell in the sky one after another, and even the sound of guns and guns sounded, and the flames began to spread.

"Amitabha, the benefactor released so many zombies and made the capital flow like a river, so there is no trace of guilt in his heart!"

A monk in a white robe walked in lightly with two women.

"If people want my troubles, I will naturally use my strongest method. As for whether they can block this method, it has nothing to do with me!"

Looking at the old monk, Zhao Wen's breath was released as soon as he released it, letting the other party know his strength, but he still sat on the chair very leisurely, showing that he had no intention of doing anything.

"Amitabha, the world is so greedy. If fellow Taoists are willing to take back these zombies, the poor monk will definitely ask everyone in Tianye Daoist to apologize to fellow daoists!" The white-robed monk showed compassion on his face.

"Old monk, are you kidding? If I have the ability to take these zombies back, I will still use them as my trump card?"

"Since you can't take it back, why did you release this kind of zombie that exceeds the limit of the current world!" The two women following the monk shouted angrily at the same time.

"Self-defense, if no one troubles me, I will definitely take this thing back as it is and let the sect continue to suppress it, but since someone troubles me, the responsibility for dealing with them is naturally these troublemakers. They asked me for it, so it has nothing to do with me!"

"I don't know who the benefactor is!" The old monk's voice was obviously filled with anger. Dozens of zombies are now completely using human lives. God knows how many people will die if they are all trapped.

"Zhao Wen, the thirty-sixth generation disciple of Maoshan sect, if you think there is something wrong with what I did, you must make a complaint to the heaven and the underworld and write down my generation and name clearly. If you do, you'll confess!"

Zhao Wen's tone was extremely casual, even a little indifferent. The seniors of the Maoshan faction were all over the heavens and the underworld. Of course it would not work against the big faction. There are no taboos, it's just that a group of people in the sect are too stupid to think of using such a method.

"If you don't accept it, now that the three mountains are one, and the seniors of the three mountains have suppressed some interesting things, I can bring them all over to let you barbarians in the wilderness see the background of the Central Plains School!"

While speaking, a rune has been drawn in the void, and the imprint of the Maoshan faction on it can be seen at a glance: "You must remember, Zhao Wen, the thirty-sixth generation disciple of Maoshan Fuzong, don't look for the wrong person!"

"You..." The murderous intent on the two women unabashedly pointed at Zhao Wen.

"Fellow Daoists are in such a state of cultivation, but they completely ignore the taboos in the cultivation world. Aren't you afraid that I, Dongying, will retaliate?" The old monk's voice was full of tyranny. Grab it and send it to the zombie.

"You guys can try it, and then I will pray to heaven to see if the heaven and the underworld will take care of it. If they don't, the elders in the sect will naturally deal with it. What does it have to do with me, a thirty-sixth generation disciple!"

"you!"

The old monk's eyes were on fire, his breath fluctuated constantly, and his body was trembling slightly, like a wounded beast. He wished he could rush up to fight Zhao Wen now.

He now understood that the other party was bullying him by virtue of his status as a disciple of the great sect. He could combine the other party's own strength with the other's identity, but he had no way to deal with it.

(End of this chapter)