Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

On the opposite side of him lay a skinny looking old man. The old man had white hair and a bright head, but he was full of energy, but he was lying on a bamboo chair, his hands and feet looked limp, obviously disabled.

"Hey, the old man is disabled now, and his etiquette is not good enough. Please don't take offense, Grand Master." The old man looked lonely and sighed.

This old man is also a martial arts practitioner, his realm is at the seventh level of congenital, and he has lived to be one hundred and fifty years old.

It's just that now his hands and feet are broken, and his righteousness is about to dry up. I'm afraid he won't have a good life for a few years.

After Ye Fan finished training, on his way to Zhuge's house, he happened to pass by this thatched hut. He wanted to come in and ask for a glass of water, but he didn't expect to meet an innate warrior.

Ye Fan put down his teacup and said with a smile: "You don't need to worry about it, my generation of warriors doesn't have so many rules."

Then, looking at the old man, Ye Fan frowned and asked, "How did senior get this injury?"

Hearing Ye Fan's question, the old man sighed: "Injured by zombies."

"Zombie?" Ye Fan was slightly taken aback. It's not easy for a zombie to hurt an innate warrior.

"Yes, a corpse in golden armor." The old man pondered for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"The grand master didn't know that a hundred years ago, this zombie killed countless people here."

"Countless people from the Xuanmen wanted to deal with this zombie, but they all lost their lives in the end."

Listening to the old man's narration, Ye Fan nodded slightly: "The morality is not enough, it is really difficult to fight against the golden armored corpse."

A hundred years ago was the Dharma-ending age, and it was not much better than now.

Ye Fan knew how powerful the silver armor corpse was.

The power is infinite, and ordinary talisman instruments do little damage to it, so it is very difficult for these people in the Taoist sect to deal with.

The old man nodded, agreeing with Ye Fan's words, and continued: "The old man was already a congenital warrior back then, and he also knew a little bit of Xuanmen Taoism. He wanted to experience himself, prove his strength, and then establish a sect."

"That's why I went to find the golden armored corpse."

Ye Fan didn't interrupt and listened quietly, but the old man smiled wryly: "The old man fought with him for several days, almost exhausted all means, and almost died in its hands."

"Later, the old man discovered by accident that it was afraid of roosters, so he went to Xiangxi to obtain the Xiangxi Nuqing chicken. With this Xiangxi Nuqing chicken and the hundred-year-old lightning-struck wood, he sealed it and hid it in the coffin!"

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Xiangxi Nuqing chicken is rumored to have the blood of the phoenix, which is the blood of pure yang.

Speaking of this, the old man showed an ugly expression: "But this zombie is too wicked."

"After the old man caught it, within seven days, he broke his hands and feet, and his meridians became blocked. He barely survived and could no longer practice. He has been tortured for a hundred years, and his bad luck has continued."

Ye Fan closed his eyes and felt that the old man was indeed surrounded by black air.

This is a strong sense of death and evil spirits.

This is strange, the old man suppressed the zombies with the power of martial arts, and he would be unlucky again and again.

From this point of view, this golden armored corpse is indeed very special.

"Where is this zombie?" Ye Fan asked.

He doesn't care so much, encountering a golden armor corpse means a lot of merit, just kill it directly.

"I don't know." Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head.

Ye Fan frowned in confusion: "Didn't you suppress it? How could you not know?"

The old man shook his head and smiled wryly: "I took in a villain with a wicked mind. When he saw that I was crippled, he became reckless."

"Not long ago, he even teamed up with two Taoist monks to transport away the golden armor corpse I suppressed, saying that he was going to kill people."

"I just hope he doesn't mess around, otherwise, if the golden-armored corpse gets out of trouble, blood will flow like a river!"

The old man naturally wanted to kill the golden armored corpse, but he still couldn't kill it.

The golden-armored corpse is invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, magic weapons are difficult to damage, and the old man is disabled, so there is nothing to do with this zombie, so he can only hide it.

"Where did your apprentice go?"

Ye Fan asked, such a villain, he doesn't mind doing justice for the sky.

"I don't know." The old man shook his head blankly, as if he didn't know what to ask.

Seeing his dying appearance, Ye Fan couldn't say anything to blame.

It is rare for a congenital warrior to be so miserable.

Ye Fan stepped forward, circulated the true energy, and slowly poured it into the old man's body.

This true essence cannot heal his hands and feet, but at least it can open the blocked meridians.

At least it can make his life less painful in the few remaining lives.

A few minutes later, Ye Fan withdrew his true energy, and the old man also gently exhaled his turbid air.

Looking at Ye Fan with gratitude in his cloudy eyes, he said, "Thank you, Great Master!"

"Come here, arrange meals for Grand Master."

Accompanied by his greeting to God, two middle-aged men with simple and honest appearance came in.

Although the old man is disabled, he has accumulated a lot of money after living for more than a hundred years.