I have mixed experience with Uncle Jiu

Chapter 46 Crossing the Tribulation (recommendation ticket for collection)
It had just entered the night, and sure enough, after a few thunderbolts passed, the sky became gray and heavy with rain.

The sound of thunder and rain attracted four eyes and walked out. He was also a little worried about his junior brother's current condition, and stared at the thunderous sky without saying a word.

"Master, the heavy rain might wash away the ink marks on the coffin!" Even though Master Qianhe had been reminded, Lin Sheng's heart was still beating for some reason, always feeling that something was going to happen.

"Ah! Oops, why didn't I think of this layer." Simu was surprised at the moment.

Then he turned his head and went into the room, grabbed the steel sword and put it on his back, then picked up the Qiankun bag and said to Lin Sheng, "Follow me to see if your Uncle Qianhe is okay."

"Then do you want to call the master together?"

"Call your head!"

With four eyes cursing, Lin Sheng turned his head and rushed into the heavy rain with his sword on his back. Lin Sheng found a mahogany sword behind him and followed him. He had a hunch that even if the rain was covered by the tent, however, That old zombie may still come out to cause harm to the world.

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"Hey, hurry up, hurry up, if you continue to grind like this 71 little elder brother will get frostbite." At this time, the servant boy commanded those soldiers to station in the big tent domineeringly.

Daoist Qianhe looked at the golden coffin in the heavy rain. Although the rain was very heavy at this time, fortunately, he had his remaining three disciples set up the top tent just after nightfall, and the ink fountain line had not been washed away at last. .

In his heart, he was grateful for the reminder from his nephew at that time.

However, the rain is getting bigger and bigger with the wind. A single roof tent can't resist the rain blown by the wind. Although this roof tent can withstand it for a while, if it continues like this, it will sooner or later Something big is going to happen.

Daoist Qianhe didn't dare to waste time, so he hurriedly went to Wu Shilang's side and said, "Boss Wu, this golden coffin cannot withstand wind and rain for a long time, please quickly set up a big tent and let the golden coffin go in first."

When Wu Shilang heard it, this stinky Taoist priest was really holding a chicken feather as an arrow, and dared to order it on his head?What's more, he was also worried about whether the tent could be set up well. If the little elder brother next to him got stuck in the rain, he would have to walk around.

At this moment, his complexion turned dark, and he reprimanded Qianhe: "Even if the big tent is set up, brother 71 should go in first. If the little brother gets out of trouble, can you bear it?"

"But Wuguan, the ink fountain line has already started to fade, if it continues like this, just wait a while"

"No, I can do it later, I can't do it now!" Wu Shilang retorted without giving Qianhe any face at all, as if the white handkerchief in his hand would poke Qianhe's face.

Qianhe had no choice but to wait patiently.

After a while, the big tent was set up. Immediately after it was built, Wu Shilang arranged for brother 71 to enter the big tent, and at the same time he brought Ren Tingting into the tent.

Those soldiers quickly pulled up the second big tent in the wind and rain. Seeing that the big tent had been built, Qianhe hurriedly directed the soldiers behind him to shout: "Hurry up, push the coffin into the tent."

Several of the soldiers, including Qianhe's remaining three disciples stepped forward one after another and pushed the golden coffin towards the inside of the tent, but they hadn't pushed halfway.

The wind stopped suddenly, and the heavy rain stopped suddenly.

There was an eerie silence between heaven and earth.

"Prick, prick, prick~"

Several thunderbolts rolled in the black clouds, like thunder dragons.

Lin Sheng and Si Mu had just walked halfway at this time, only to see that the wind and rain stopped suddenly, and lightning roared in the sky.

not good!That old zombie is about to cross the catastrophe!
Lin Sheng was the first to think of this. Although the heavy rain was partly blocked by the ceiling, if the thunder and lightning came down and led the old zombie of the royal family into the realm of armored corpses, the effect of the ink fountain line would be negligible.

This is far from good news!

When Lin Sheng and Simu rushed to the high forest where Qianhe was, they only heard a few screams.

A bolt of lightning struck straight ahead.

I saw that the four Bingyong who were closest to the golden coffin had been scorched black by the electricity, and fell to the side unconsciously. The huge change naturally attracted Qianhe.

His eyebrows jumped suddenly.

I'm afraid this old zombie is really going to break out of the coffin!
"squeak"

The golden coffin made a sound, it turned out that the old zombie had survived the thunder disaster and was about to break out of the coffin.

Qianhe didn't dare to underestimate the armored corpse in the coffin. The old zombie that Ren Weiyong turned into when he was in Renjia Town last time left a terrifying impression on him.

At this time, he shouted to the disciples behind him: "Bring the brush!"

The three disciples in the east, south and west responded, and actually took out a thick brush about half the height of a person from the back of the line, and then brought a vat of mixture of cinnabar black ink and chicken blood that had been prepared.

Qianhe grabbed the brush and hugged it into his arms. He had been prepared since the last time he encountered a zombie of this level. If it hadn't been for the old zombie in Renjia Town to remind him last time.

I'm afraid that his first thought might be to use the thick hemp rope to control the old zombie's movements.

"what!"

After Qianhe soaked the tip of the brush with ink, he jumped onto the lid of the coffin, and his own gravity immediately pushed down the lid of the golden coffin by a large amount.

Then he grabbed the brush and wrote a dragon snake on the lid of the golden coffin, and wrote an evil-suppressing talisman extremely quickly!

Qianhe uses the coffin lid as the talisman paper and the brush as the carrier.

Such a handwriting can be described as quite large.

At this moment, after finishing it with a single stroke, he paused on the head of the coffin with the tip of the brush.

A ray of red light suddenly radiated out and shot straight into the coffin.

"what!"

Hearing the scream of the old royal zombie in the coffin, and rolling his eyes, Qianhe threw the brush aside and shouted to the three disciples beside him, "Bring the dead body."

Qianhe knew that even a minute and a second were extremely important at this time.

If this old zombie was allowed to emerge from the coffin, the consequences would be unimaginable.

At this time, the three disciples beside Qianhe responded in unison, and threw the corpse ropes to Qianhe from both sides, Qianhe quickly tied a knot on the head of the coffin,
Unexpectedly, the old zombie was so tough, even the ropes that bound the corpse could not be effective, and pushed the golden coffin away.

The huge momentum immediately sent Qianhe and his disciples flying out.

And it so happened that Lin Sheng and Si Mu just arrived at this time!

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