Purple-robed Heavenly Master? The start was stalemate and someone dug him out

Chapter 31 Daoxuan is dead, and the only corpse king left in the world is Zhang Yi

"Hmph, you don't think I will be controlled by Longhu Mountain, do you?"

Zhang Yi held the other party like a little chicken, and his dismissive voice made the other party despair.

Being so close, fear has replaced all emotions.

He was trembling all over at this moment. He never expected that the person who had just faked the corpse would actually have such a level of cultivation.

Expression of fear.

"You can't kill me. My monastery is the number one monastery of hermits. I have disciples in every sect. When the time comes, you will be hunted down by the whole world, and even the government will have our people!"

Today's world is much more than what ordinary people see.

The side hidden behind is the most real side of the world. Ordinary people are more like flags.

Zhang Yi's face was full of disdain. What else does he have to fear now? Isn't it because we are enemies in all directions?
From the moment he woke up in Longhushan Cemetery, this situation seemed to be doomed. Instead of being afraid, it was better to go crazy.

Why not overturn the world, change the current situation, and let you know that zombies can also dominate the world.

"Are you done? Go and die as soon as you are done. Your disciples are waiting for you below."

After saying that, Zhang Yi bit his neck hard and pulled hard.

The entire neck was torn off in an instant, and the flesh and blood were scattered everywhere, leaving a mouth full of sweetness.

"It's so delicious!" Even Zhang Yi couldn't help but sigh.

This person's cultivation level is not weak, but he has more evil thoughts. It is simply a heaven-sent delicacy, and one bite makes Zhang Yi unable to extricate himself.

A trace of ferocity and blood red flashed across his pupils. He was no longer polite, grabbed the opponent with both hands, and devoured the flesh and blood in the air.

The scattered blood fell like raindrops, and the ghosts below rushed to drink the soup.

far away.

Zhang Zhiwei and others looked at this scene, smiles fixed on their cheeks, and they didn't know what to say for a while.

Today's Daoxuan Tianshi is probably completely different from the one described in their books and teachers.

In the past, he seemed to have a mysophobia, didn't like blood, and his purple robe was clean.

But now, he has a green face and fangs, a tattered purple robe, and dirty blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, but his face is full of excitement.

He once wore a purple robe and was a saint in Longhu Mountain of Taoism.

But now, he still wears purple robes, but he is the saint of this extremely yin corpse-raising place, the king of countless ghosts and demons!
"Today's Corpse King is no longer your Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, so you'd better be careful what you say."

When Zhang Zhiwei and others were stunned, a cold voice came from the side.

Turning around, she saw the Red Lotus Ghost King and the Fox Demon walking over. She had bells hanging on her feet and her face was cold. Obviously, these words were a reminder to them.

Zhang Zhiwei frowned: "Ancestor is always an ancestor. He is from Longhu Mountain first, and your Corpse King second. I don't believe he is unwilling to go back!"

The ghosts sneered and said nothing.

go back?

Even if you people in Longhu Mountain have no grudges and want to welcome him back, what about the people in the world?
What would they think if other sects knew that Longhu Mountain, the leader of the upright world, actually kept a vampire zombie in captivity?
Zhang Yi in front of him was very crazy. After drinking most of the blood, he gave the rest to these lonely ghosts.

"Thank you, Corpse King. Thank you, Corpse King."

The little devils swarmed over him. This kind of cultivated blood was a rare and good thing. After eating it, it would come back much faster than practicing hard work.

After dealing with these men in black, Zhang Yi turned back to look at Zhang Zhiwei and others, and then said expressionlessly: "Yaolong, go back." The monster dragon raised its eyes and stared at Zhang Yi, his intelligence was much higher than that of Zhang Yi. The Tianshi Sword is much higher.

So he understood Zhang Yi's current situation and didn't say anything more.

"If Master needs me, I will come at any time."

After saying that, he rose into the sky and headed towards Longhu Mountain.

Before leaving, the demon dragon dropped a piece of dragon scale. As long as something happened to Zhang Yi, he would feel it and he would come here as fast as possible.

After the demon dragon left, it was these disciples from Longhu Mountain.

Zhang Zhiwei took the lead, and everyone knelt down on one knee towards Zhang Yi, clasping fists with both hands: "Zhang Yi, a disciple of Longhu Mountain, has met the ancestor."

The sound was loud and there were fierce ghosts all around, but there was no fear in their tone.

Zhang Yi put his hands behind his back, cracked the corner of his mouth, revealing his sinister blood-red teeth, and said with a smile: "Am I still your ancestor today?"

"Yes!" Zhang Zhiwei said without hesitation: "The ancestor is the Daoxuan Heavenly Master. This is something that will never change!"

Zhang Yi smiled helplessly. Now he and Longhu Mountain have drifted apart, becoming two ends of a single-plank bridge.

Longhu Mountain takes slaying demons as its mission, and they are demons. How do they get along with each other?
He turned around and said calmly: "You go back, we are completely different now, I can't go back to Longhu Mountain."

After saying that, he turned around, carrying a corpse, and prepared to return to the Jiyin Corpse Raising Ground.

However, Zhang Zhiwei suddenly rushed out, opened his hands and stood in front of Zhang Yi, not giving an inch.

Xiao Bai and other demons frowned when they saw this, and another ghost general punched out with one hand, hitting him hard on the shoulder, sending him flying dozens of meters.

"How dare you block the path of the Corpse King? Do you really think we don't dare to kill you?"

Zhang Yi did not block this punch, and even said that he acquiesced. After all, without his acquiescence, who would dare to take action?

"Senior brother!" The other disciples of Longhu Mountain hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhang Zhiwei up. The punch seemed heavy, but in fact it was reserved.

Otherwise, given his current situation, the ghost general could kill him on the spot with one punch.

Zhang Zhiwei pushed away everyone's hands touching him, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and walked forward slowly regardless of everything.

The ghost general frowned and reminded: "If you keep going forward, don't blame me for beating you to death!"

But he did not retreat, and passed directly over the ghost general, who did not make a move.

Zhang Zhiwei came behind Zhang Yi and still knelt down on one knee: "Ancestor, come with us back to Longhu Mountain. We are waiting for you up and down the Longhu Mountain. No matter you are now or you were before, in our Longhu Mountain Judging from the mountains, they are all our ancestors, and no one will disrespect you."

"Go back, I won't go." Zhang Yi shook his head.

"Our mission is to welcome you back. If you don't go back, I won't go back either!"

After the words fell, Zhang Yi's figure suddenly disappeared in front of him. The moment Zhang Zhiwei raised his head, a huge force pinched his neck and lifted him directly from the ground.

The feeling of suffocation spread instantly, his whole face turned red, and he coughed lightly and stared at Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi's face was ashen, and the corpse aura all over his body made him even more uncomfortable.

The latter said word by word: "Kid, do you think that if you call me ancestor, I really won't kill you."

"How many times do you want me to say this? Daoxuan is dead, and now there is only the corpse king Zhang Yi!"

(End of this chapter)