Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

There were about [-] or [-] people in this group, all of them were wearing black cloth robes and covered their heads with hoods, and the steeds were carrying explosives, tung oil and other items on their backs.

Although there are still many ancient things in this era, Western explosives and firearms have begun to be introduced on a large scale and are widely used by those warlords.

And there is no supervision these days. As long as you have money and channels, it is actually relatively easy to get these dangerous items.

The most eye-catching one is the one in the lead.

The big shiny bald head refracted the golden light under the new rising sun, and some faint runes could still be seen vaguely branded on the bald head.

"Master Zongzheng?"

Su Mo sighed lightly, but he didn't lower his cloud head and stepped forward to say hello.

At this moment, he also has important matters to attend to, so it is better to avoid causing some troubles and return to Maoshan earlier to be serious.

"You know that big bald head?" Bai Rourou asked with some doubts when she heard Su Mo's muttering.

"Ah."

Su Mo nodded: "Although he looks ferocious, he is a compassionate and accomplished eminent monk who takes killing demons and demons as his mission."

"There must be some important business in such a hurry. Let's not get involved. It's important to go back to Maoshan first."

As he spoke, Su Mo's handprints changed.

The innate pure yang energy caused by the rising sun was drawn by him, but he did not choose to absorb it as usual, but integrated it into the whirlwind under their feet.

The originally cool whirlwind suddenly became scorching hot, but the speed also became two or three times faster than before.

There was a whistling sound, and the two of them took a faint shadow across the sky and disappeared at the end of the sky.

And below, Zongzheng raised his head and took a look with a feeling.

"Master, what's the matter?" the disciple who followed closely beside him asked aloud.

"It's nothing."

Zongzheng withdrew his gaze, turned his head and asked, "Is everything ready?"

"complete."

The disciple nodded: "Dharma artifacts, explosives, various talismans, and the Buddha bones handed down by the master master himself, as long as they are still in the general's tomb, we will definitely be able to destroy them this time."

"Don't take it lightly!"

Zongzheng said in a deep voice: "That zombie has already developed a rudimentary intelligence, and it is still evolving. I still don't know what it has evolved into. Be careful in everything. It can't be said that what awaits us this time is a battle between good and evil. A battle to the death between 々`!"

Now the world is in chaos, and all kinds of monsters have appeared in the world, endangering the world of mortals.

But Jianglong Temple has always been deeply involved with the world of mortals, so Zongzheng was sent to lead his four true disciples and dozens of ordinary disciples into the mortal world to slay demons and demons.

They encountered a zombie seven or eight years ago, which was transformed from an ancient general, with infinite power, which killed many living beings. ,

Zongzheng fought against him by relying on the magic weapon bestowed by Jianglong Temple and his own cultivation. In the end, it cost him a lot to injure him, but let him escape.

After searching hard for seven or eight years, he finally found the clue of the zombie again, and it hid in his general's tomb to recuperate.

Now, he and his disciples are going to blow up the general's tomb, force out the zombies, and then kill them completely!

But for some reason, Zongzheng always felt a faint sense of uneasiness in his heart.

He looked at the golden rising sun in the sky, and sighed in his heart: "I hope everything goes well this time!"

.........

People of Taoism do not enter the world of mortals, this is a rule handed down from ancient times.

But the world of mortals is like a big whirlpool, even if you don't take the initiative to enter it, just wandering around the edge, you may be sucked in unconsciously.

And since it is located in the world of mortals, it is inevitable that there will be entanglements with the world of mortals.

Therefore, most Xuanmen will choose to establish two gates.

One is the outer sect, which does not teach the true Dharma, does not teach alchemy, and the disciples in the sect are more like hired workers, paying salaries on time, and are responsible for connecting with the world of mortals.

The second is the inner door, which avoids the world and practices, and does not show up in the world.

Fengcheng is a provincial capital with a population of one million and is extremely prosperous, and Maoshan is located outside Fengcheng.

The exquisite building is located on the top of the mountain, and the side stones of the entire mountain are carved into stairs, leading from the foot of the mountain to the attic at the top.

On the stairs, a large number of pedestrians come and go, showing a scene of prosperity.

Not only Fengcheng, but all the villages and towns around Fengcheng and within a hundred miles will come to Maoshan to burn incense and pray.

At this moment, on the stone ladder, a man and a woman are walking slowly.

The man was dressed in white clothes, his handsome face showed a look of nostalgia, and his brows showed a sense of indifference.

The girl, on the other hand, was dressed in ancient white clothes, with a white jade sword on her back, and her face was beautiful, like a female fairy walking out of a painting.

"This is Maoshan?"

Looking at the crowd around her, Bai Rourou exclaimed, "As expected of the Immortal sect, it's so prosperous!"

She has stayed in the inner gate since she could remember, and even if she went out a few times occasionally, she always wandered around the surrounding villages or towns.

Naturally, such a prosperous scene has never been seen before.

"This is the outer door. It is responsible for handling trivial matters in the world. Of course it looks lively."

Su Mo kept walking: "The inner sect is much quieter, even because a large number of inner sect disciples have gone down the mountain to eliminate demons these years, it will be more deserted than your Zhuge family."

The two were chatting, but they had already passed through the gorgeous halls on the top of the mountain, and reached a remote apse at the end.

It is not open to the outside world.

At the door, an old man in Taoist robes had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Su Mo coming, he cupped his hands and saluted: "Su Zhenchuan!"

"Wang Jianyuan." Su Mo also returned a salute: "I have something to go back to the inner sect. This is Zhuge Qingfeng's true disciple, Bai Rourou."

The old man in front of him was surnamed Wang, named Wang Youdao, and he was the supervisor of the outer gate of Maoshan.

"The Great Daoist has ordered earlier that the true biography will come back at a quarter of noon, exactly." Wang Youdao looked back at the wall clock on the wall, and it happened to be a quarter of noon.

"The Houshan Formation has been activated, true transmission please." Wang Youdao made an invitation gesture, then turned and left.

He is a member of the outer sect, and he cannot enter it without being summoned by the inner sect.

Su Mo nodded at Wang Youdao, then led Bai Rourou through the back door of the apse and onto a small path.

At the end of the path is a Bagua stone platform.

At this moment, the countless runes carved on the stone platform all lit up, and finally formed a transparent door with shining light in midair.

Beside the door stood two figures wearing ancient armor, holding Fang Tian's painted halberd, but with talismans on their foreheads.

This is Dao Bing!

What's more, it was the Daoist soldier left before the Maoshan Patriarch ascended, which was enough to compete with the Daoist Daoist who had refined the Void and joined the Dao realm.

But the disadvantage is that they cannot step out of the inner door, and can only be used as guards.

Sensing (of Wang Zhao's) the aura on Su Mo's body, the two Taoist soldiers put away their weapons and stood on both sides of the door.

Bai Rourou seemed a little frightened, hid behind Su Mo, and followed him timidly into the door.

Stepping through the door is like crossing the barrier of the world.

Looking around, dozens of green hills are formed into one piece, and there is a hall on the top of each green hill. Every tile on the hall is shining like a gem.

In the lake at the foot of the mountain, from time to time, a huge shadow with a length of several tens of feet can be seen swimming under the water, and it can be vaguely seen through the clear water surface. long horns.

"Jiao?" Bai Rourou stared wide-eyed, looking at the seven or eight giant shadows playing in the lake: "Do you even have such things?"

Jiao, if you go one step further, you will become a dragon, and if you go one step further, you will become a real dragon!

And a dragon is comparable to a monk who refines Qi and transforms into a god. Even if Zhuge Qingfeng makes a move, it may take a lot of effort to subdue it.

If these seven or eight dragons are on top, even Zhuge Qingfeng will have to back away! .

Chapter 355

Such a powerful creature was randomly kept by Maoshan in the pool at the foot of the mountain.

Su Mo glanced down, took out all kinds of meat from the space, and threw them into the pool.

wow-

There was a sound, and the water surface broke like a mirror, and a giant dragon nearly [-] meters long jumped up from the bottom of the lake, opened its mouth wide, and let the meat fall into the mouth.

Immediately afterwards, its terrifying body was suspended in mid-air and never fell again. The turbulent water vapor covered the sky, and its huge body blocked the sunlight and cast a large shadow.

The pale golden eyes, which were bigger than the copper bell, stared at Su Mo, and glanced at the shivering Bai Rourou behind Su Mo from time to time.

It wasn't until Su Mo opened his hands to indicate that he hadn't eaten, that he retreated back to the bottom of the lake a little unwillingly.

"This is... Jiaolong!"

Bai Rourou's eyes widened. She could clearly see that four claws grew out of the abdomen of this giant flood dragon.

"Ah."

Su Mo looked at the calm lake gradually, and said softly, "There are seven jiao and one jiaolong. I used to come to this lake to relax when I was very young. Occasionally, the old jiaolong would come out of the water when he was in a good mood and carry me on his back." Swim over this lake."

"Master said that thousands of years ago, real dragons were raised in this pond. It's a pity that there are no real dragons in the world today."

Bai Rourou was dumbfounded.

I have always heard Zhuge's ancestor say that the background of the Xianmen sect is beyond the imagination of ordinary Taoist families like them, and the former Bai Rourou was still slightly dissatisfied.

Now I finally realized it.

The real dragon, known as the Dragon Lord in ancient times, is enough to become the river god of a great river, which is comparable to the existence of real immortals.

And in ancient times, Maoshan was able to keep it in the school's pool like a carp!

It wasn't until the dragon retreated to the bottom of the lake that the remaining seven dragons dared to resurface, looking at Su Mo expectantly through the lake.

Su Mo smiled wryly and spread his hands: "Originally it was full of food and wine, but I ate a lot on the way, and the rest is all for the old Jiaolong. Next time, next time I will definitely bring some for you too." Eat in the world!"

Qitiaojiao stared at Su Mo for a while, and then swam back to the depths of the lake to play again.

Bai Rourou showed surprise and envy at the same time.

At this moment, a vicissitudes of life and forceful voice suddenly came from the distant mountain top, echoing non-stop among dozens of green hills around like a Hong Zhong Da Lu.

"Su Mo is back?"

Su Mo straightened his clothes, and bowed towards the most towering green mountain: "Disciple Su Mo, under the order of the head master, takes the belongings of Zhuge's family, and brings Bai Rourou, the true disciple of Zhuge's family head, to return to the inner sect today!"

"En." The old voice sounded: "Come to the main hall."

"hold head high--"

The sound of the dragon's chant echoed, and a dragon jumped up from the lake, and then lay down on the shore.

"Come on, there are restrictions on these green hills, you can't cast flying spells, you have to rely on these dragons to carry them."

Su Mo explained to Bai Rourou, and then sat on Jiao's back.

Bai Rourou seemed a little uneasy, but in the end she followed Su Mo and sat on the Jiao.

"hold head high--"

Jiao gave another long groan, and a cloud of water vapor appeared under his body, and then his whole body soared into the clouds, flying towards the main peak.

The distance of ten thousand zhang was crossed in a blink of an eye, and Jiao stopped in front of a magnificent hall.

Su Mo and Bai Rourou walked down and stepped straight into the hall.

The hall is spacious, with exquisite runes carved on the surrounding bronze pillars, and lifelike murals on the walls. In the middle of the hall is a eight-diagram copper furnace with a width of several feet.

Bursts of blue smoke emerged from the copper furnace, turning into small white smoke dragons that were only as long as a finger in the air, flying back and forth, and then slowly dissipated, turning into a fragrance that permeated the surroundings.

There are a total of five chairs behind the copper stove, one is on the main seat, and there are four chairs on the left and right sides of the main seat.

That is the position of the head and the four high-achieving masters.

There are actually four great virtues in Maoshan, but it is a pity that in a certain battle between good and evil hundreds of years ago, one died in the battle, and his soul was scattered.

At this moment, the head's seat was vacant, and three old men in Taoist robes and whisks were sitting in the seat of the great virtue.