Zombie simulation, I was burned by the ninth uncle again

Chapter 41 The Head of Maoshan Is Mine

If his mana is exhausted, even if Shi Jian is the best fifth-rank land master in Maoshan, he can kill him if he encounters a second-rank white stiff.

Not to mention facing the remaining five.

Shi Jian is not as selfless as Uncle Jiu.

In the choice between the dead poor Taoist and the dead fellow Taoist, he will choose the latter without hesitation.

A group of Maoshan Taoist priests saw Uncle Jiu who calmly died and walked towards the zombie, and Shi Jian who hesitated.

Half of their hearts are bleeding and half are crying.

Even if they were divided into two factions, they all admired Uncle Jiu and complained about Shi Jian.

Let this group of Maoshan Taoist priests feel sad about the death of rabbits and foxes, and they can only blame Ren Mu for being too capable of messing up things.

It is equivalent to relying on one's own strength to forcibly drag down this group of Maoshan Taoist priests.

These dozen or so Maoshan Taoist priests with high mana have endured tremendous psychological pressure.

Who made his simulator so powerful, able to know the future, and then take advantage of it.

If Shi Jian hadn't given him such a good opportunity, how could such a big battle come about.

At this time, Ren Mu looked at the more than [-] Sun Essences on the attribute panel, and the reminder that no longer sounded in his brain, and he was very happy.

Controlling so many zombies and consuming the Taiyi Yin Gathering Formation requires a huge amount of brain power, and the dizziness has already appeared.

"There are still ten heads, I'm so dizzy, forget it, it won't do any good to continue like this."

With a slight sigh in his heart, he cut off the consciousness of controlling the remaining ten second-rank white stiffs.

I don't want to spend the last of my body energy and send this group of Maoshan Taoist priests to hell, so as not to attract more powerful Maoshan Taoist priests.

Uncle Jiu didn't know about Ren Mu's situation.

At this time, Uncle Jiu held his head high and held his chest high, ignoring the painstaking efforts of all the juniors behind him to stay.

With a resolute face, he opened his bloody palm towards the second grade white stiff who was slowly jumping in front of him.

"Roar!" The ten zombies smelled blood, and immediately let out a bloodthirsty roar.

"Brother!" Uncle Ninth's senior brothers all bowed their heads and sobbed, not daring to see the tragic scene of him being bitten to death by zombies.

"En!" On the other side, the corner of Shi Jian's mouth twitched violently.

Uncle Nine's heroic sacrifice was no small challenge for him. He looked down at the corpse-suppressing talisman in his hand, hesitated for a few seconds, and began to pinch the seal.

"I can't be robbed of my credit by Lin Jiu!"

When Shi Jian was hesitating, Uncle Jiu was surrounded by ten zombies.

However, this group of zombies approached Ninth Uncle Empress with all their teeth and claws.

There was only a roar, but there was no movement, and a very strange expression appeared on his face.

"Why is this expression so familiar!" Uncle Jiu was stunned when he saw this scene.

"Whoa!"

When Uncle Jiu was stunned, driven by Shi Jian, who was fighting for his own face, the Wudao Corpse Suppressing Talisman turned into yellow light, flying in the air, and flew towards the zombies besieging Uncle Jiu.

"Snapped!"

The ten second-grade white zombies that had been cut off by Ren Mu had already stopped attacking Uncle Jiu.

Under the attack of Shi Jian's corpse-suppressing talisman, it was like the last straw that overwhelmed them, and they fell to the ground one after another, making dull noises.

"Brother, good job!"

The Maoshan Taoist priests of Shi Jian's faction were very excited when they saw that their backbone had finally made a move.

"It's strange, the elder brother just sent out five corpse-suppressing charms, why did the zombies all fall down!"

"Senior Brother Lin must have used the last method to suppress the zombies. With the combination of two swords, our Maoshan is hopeful!"

Hearing the voices of discussion behind him, Uncle Jiu also came back to his senses.

It's just that his gaze was still on the faces of the group of zombies on the ground.

He has already recognized that the final expressions on the faces of these zombies are exactly the same as when Old Master Ren fell from the roof of Yizhuang.

There was a sneer in the dead silence.

It seemed to be contemptuous of them, but they didn't realize that there was a mastermind behind the scenes.

"Junior Brother Lin, are you not injured?" At this moment, Shi Jian, who was supporting himself, walked slowly to Uncle Jiu, and asked with concern in his tone.

"Brother, thank you for your help, otherwise I would have to feed zombies!"

Uncle Jiu, who was puzzled in his heart, didn't say what he had discovered just now, and only showed a flat smile in the face of Shi Jian's hypocritical concern.

I don't want to say anything, and I don't want to accept it!

"Well, it's fine!"

After finishing speaking, Shi Jian walked past Uncle Jiu non-stop, his purpose was very clear.

It is to restore the strong prestige of my senior brother Maoshan and acting head.

Seeing that Uncle Jiu was safe and sound, the group of Taoist priests from Maoshan had happy smiles on their faces.

When they saw Shi Jian coming to lead the attack, they closed their eyes and meditated to adjust their breath.

"Junior Brothers, I'm here. You can all adjust your breathing at ease and recover your mana!"

In the valley, the dark wind blew slowly, Shi Jian looked at the Maoshan juniors on the ground, feeling a little angry in his heart.

"Thank you, big brother, for your concern!"

His concern with a smile only got a few responses.

More than half of the Maoshan Taoist priests among them, even if they heard Shi Jian's words of concern, they didn't even raise their eyelids, and just ignored them.

Shi Jian, who was furious in his heart, turned around to look at Uncle Jiu's frail figure, and couldn't help feeling jealous: "Huh, good you Lin Jiu!"

The gap between Uncle Jiu and Shi Jian.

After this joint use of the Taiyi Gathering Sun Formation to suppress the corpses.

Instead of getting any fixes, it got worse.

Together with the Maoshan Taoist priests of their own faction, they also began to stand in line.

Except for some of Shi Jian's diehard loyalists who were bound by interests, the other Maoshan Taoist priests of his sect looked at Uncle Jiu with deep admiration.

Maybe after this matter is settled, as long as Uncle Jiu moves a little bit, he can recruit them into the group.

Although Uncle Jiu was not gouged in front of Shi Jian, but he saw the eyes of those people, so it's no wonder he wasn't angry.

No one of the Maoshan Taoist priests present could have imagined that the mastermind behind the deteriorating relationship between their brothers and sisters was behind the scenes.

The old lady of the fourth rank Hei Zong Ren was lying in a pit not far away, sleeping peacefully and slowly recovering her soul power.

Time passed quickly, half an hour later.

"Junior Brother Lin, ahead is the cave of the Exorcist Sect, what should we do with it!"

After meditating on the ground and adjusting his breath, Shi Jian, who recovered [-]% of his mana, immediately walked to Uncle Jiu and began to ask how to deal with it.

The previous Taiyi Gathering Sun Formation almost killed everyone in Maoshan.

At this time, Shi Jian also knew in his heart that Uncle Jiu's prestige was a little bit higher than his. If he insisted on going his own way, his prestige would definitely be greatly reduced.

After Shi Jian finished speaking, he waited for Uncle Jiu's response with an unkind smile on his face.

But I thought in my heart: "This matter is over, I have to suppress Lin Jiu, the position of the head of Maoshan is definitely mine, whoever dares to covet it, just crush it to death!"

(End of this chapter)