Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

It is said that it can connect the three worlds, and the sun lives on this tree.

"Then... where is the Fusang Sacred Tree?" Su Mo looked around, only the endless ocean, but no shadow of the half-distracted Sacred Tree.

"It was chopped off." The ferryman sighed.

"Who did it?" Su Mo's heart beat faster.

"God."

The ferryman rowed the oars, making the sound of rushing water, and the hoarse voice echoed on the wooden boat.

"Back then, the first emperor ruled the world, known as the ancestor dragon, sought out the gods, and sought the magic of immortality."

"However, he has achieved the ultimate in the world, so the gods gave him two choices, either he will still be the lord of the Kyushu, but he will inevitably suffer from old age, sickness and death, or he will give up the position of emperor and give him an elixir."

"The first emperor was furious. He wants to live forever and be the lord of Kyushu."

"So I searched all over the world, ordered all the qi refiners to refine elixir for them, cast terracotta warriors and horses with secret techniques, millions of undead Qin soldiers, and with the help of experts, found the sea of ​​bitterness and the sacred tree of hibiscus, led the army, and used hibiscus as a Passage, rebel against the heavens, and conquer the underworld."

"What happened later." Su Mo took a deep breath.

"Of course it failed."

The ferryman's voice did not have any ups and downs: "Millions of Qin soldiers were sealed off, and their own dragon souls were also scattered, but the Three Realms were indeed disturbed by him, the heavens were broken, and the underworld was in chaos."

"In order to prevent this kind of thing from happening again, the Emperor of Heaven ordered people to cut down the Fusang sacred tree, and reincarnated a real dragon named Liu Bang. Since then, all emperors have been named the Son of the True Dragon. Although they were blessed by the heavens, they actually lost the human emperor ability."

"And in this sea of ​​bitterness, after losing the Fusang sacred tree, it no longer has the power to communicate with the three worlds, and can only barely communicate with the various time and space in the mortal world.".

Chapter 453

The wooden boat swayed faintly, but Su Mo, who was standing on the boat, was a little restless.

Emperor Shihuang... He really didn't expect that Emperor Shihuang of this mythical world would be such a fierce man.

After talking about this period of history, the ferryman didn't say much, and paddled the wooden paddles in silence to move forward. ,

Unknowingly, the sea water changed color.

A faint red was mixed in the muddy water.

This ray of red became more and more, and finally, it turned into a dull dark red color, and a bloody smell with a rusty smell entered the nostrils.

Su Mo woke up from his contemplation. He raised his head and couldn't help being taken aback.

I don't know when, the surrounding is no longer a sea of ​​suffering.

But a vast ordinary sea.

There are countless pieces of wood floating in the sea, and a few dilapidated warships can still be seen vaguely, with fire on them, sinking slowly.

The entire surface of the sea was stained red with blood.

A large number of corpses floated on the surface of the sea, some of these corpses were wearing shining armor, tall and holding standard weapons in their hands.

Some of them were dressed in common clothes, short in stature, with a strip of cloth with a red sun painted on it tied on their head, and holding a big sword tightly in their hands.

More dead bodies, yet on the shore!

Countless corpses were stacked together, forming hills one after another. The ground was stained red with blood, and a red path leading directly to the sea appeared.

It is not difficult to imagine that the blood even gathered into a stream, flowing towards the sea water in a steady stream, dipping this piece of 12 deep red into more sea areas.

Hundreds of vultures landed on the ground, pecking at the carrion from the carcasses.

The wooden boat rowed all the way to the shore and docked at the beach. The ferryman turned to look at Su Mo: "Here we are, let's get off the boat."

"Thank you."

Su Mo nodded at it, and slowly stepped off the wooden boat.

The ferryman swung the oars again, and the wooden boat swayed faintly, sailing towards the depths of the sea, and soon disappeared from sight.

"This world..."

Su Mo mobilized the true qi in his body and found a difference.

The movement of spiritual energy is difficult, and even the mobilization of true energy is slowed down by at least [-]%.

It seems that Zi Xiao is right to be worried, this fragment of history will indeed suppress his own cultivation.

But luckily.

He sensed the yellow turban wrestler in the storage space, and it was still in full bloom without being affected in any way.

The sand under his feet was sticky and had long been soaked in blood.

The setting sun is like blood, dyeing the clouds in the sky red.

The light of dusk fell on the ground, making the blood more vivid and dark red, revealing a bit of desolation.

Su Mo's body was as light as a swallow, and there was a layer of light shining on the soles of his feet. He walked through this bloody soil without any stains.

Just when he passed by a corpse, the corpse suddenly opened its eyes, raised its hand and grabbed Su Mo's clothes.

"Cough...cough..."

He opened his mouth and desperately wanted to say something, but he couldn't spit out a complete word, he could only make a meaningless sound in his throat, and a lot of blood foam flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Su Mo squatted down halfway, the aura condensed on his fingertips, and touched his chest.

The warm wood-attribute aura poured in, temporarily suspending his vitality.

"Go...report...there are Japanese people attacking my Daming sea area...the end will be incompetent..."

After saying this, he couldn't hold on any longer, his head drooped, and he lost any vitality.

It's just that the blood-stained palm was still holding on to Su Mo's clothes, refusing to let go.

Su Mo sighed and withdrew his aura.

The wood attribute aura can indeed repair the injuries of mortals, but this person is actually dead, and just now he was hanging on with his obsession, so it can't be saved in this situation.

Su Mo stood up, looked at the corpses of Ming soldiers lying on the ground around him, remained silent for a while, finally sighed slightly, took another step, and walked towards the distance.

It's too late.

In the Shenzong era, Amaterasu Toyoshiro Hideyoshi led an army to attack the court, but the court resisted desperately and asked Daming for help.

Ming Shenzong summoned the army to enter the country as a reinforcement, and repelled Toyoshi Hideyoshi.

Afterwards, Shenzong of the Ming Dynasty handed down the book of state to Amaterasu Kingdom, making it bow down and become a subordinate state of the Ming Dynasty.

Fengcheng Hideyoshi was furious, burned the national documents, and sent 14 troops to attack the country in [-] AD, and sent [-] soldiers to attack the Daming sea area.

Such is the history of this period.

But the sneak attack happened on October [-]th, that is, two days ago. At this moment, the soldiers of Amaterasu had been wiped out by the Ming army, but the coastal towns of Daming also suffered heavy losses.

As for why not come earlier.

First, this period was set by Zixiao, and he made it clear that this period of time is the beginning of cause and effect, and cannot be changed arbitrarily. This is also the reason why Master Yunxu told him not to act on his will.

Second, this world is just a fragment of history. Even if it is changed, the real history will not be affected in the slightest.

Walk across the beach and stand on the dirt.

Just looking at the vast sea around him, Su Mo was also full of confusion for a moment.

Where are the four eyes?

Come here by yourself, what should you do?

There is no hint, nor any goal, just know the name of a ghost king mountain, but don't know where the ghost king mountain is.

After hesitating for a while, Su Mo still settled on a direction and walked towards it.

As a newcomer, it is prudent that he has not shown his flying skills.

But even without flying with the sword, Su Mo's speed is absolutely unmatched by humans. He picked up the real qi and seemed to be walking slowly, but after a few steps, he was already a hundred meters away.

In this way, after walking for nearly two hours, when the sun had completely set and there was only the last twilight left in the sky, a village and town finally appeared in front of him.

There are hundreds of houses in a row, so it must have been a relatively prosperous town in the past.

But now, the town is empty, and the houses are extremely dilapidated, covered with dust and cobwebs, and the breeze blows, making a whining sound, as if something is whimpering.

A strange atmosphere permeated around the village.

It's just that Su Mo's expression didn't change, he just walked in slowly, and walked towards a house in the center of the town.

This is a temple.

It is also the only well-preserved building in the town.

In the open space inside the temple, weeds and wood were piled up together, and a bonfire was lit. A dozen men in strong clothes sat around the bonfire, with swords beside them, and fierce expressions on their faces.

Tea and pancakes were roasted on the bonfire.

A boy who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old raised his head, his immature face was somewhat disturbed: "Uncle Stick, why do you think there is no one in this town?"

The man called Uncle Stick was a tall and thin man. He poked the bonfire and responded casually: "I don't know, maybe they migrated, maybe they all died."

"All dead?" The boy was taken aback: "Then where are their bodies buried?"

Uncle Stick glanced at the bottom of his feet maliciously: "What do you think?"

"I..." The boy looked at the soil under his feet, his face turned pale.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Seeing the boy's performance, everyone around him burst into laughter.

Sitting at the top was a middle-aged strong man with a long sword, and said: "Okay, don't scare him, Xiao An, go to rest earlier, and you have to hurry tomorrow. You are not good enough, you are not energetic enough." I can't bear it."

"Oh."

The boy glared at Uncle Stick, picked up a bunch of weeds and walked to the corner muttering.

at this time.

Everyone froze in unison, looking at the door in unison.

A young man in a white robe is slowly walking in. His face is like white jade, his features are handsome, and his eyebrows are like swords.

More than a dozen people in the room held the swords beside them at the same time. The leading man stared at Su Mo and asked in a deep voice, "Who is your Excellency?"

"Come to stay overnight."

Su Mo smiled at him warmly: "Passing through the town, I found that the other houses were dilapidated, only this one is still intact, so I wanted to stay overnight."

The man didn't speak, but stared at his hands.

The five fingers are slender, and the hands are white without any traces of calluses.

"Young master is a scholar?"

"Probably." Su Mo replied.

The man nodded, cast a safe look at the others, and then said to Su Mo, "We are staying here too, the place is still very big, please do it, my lord."

Chapter 454

After Su Mo walked into the temple, he sat down beside him and took out his notes from his sleeve to read.

By the bonfire, those people were discussing something in a low voice, and looked at Su Mo from time to time. Even Xiao An didn't sleep anymore, and joined the crowd again.

"Patriarch, there is only such a town within a hundred miles of this barren mountain and wild forest. Will there be any problems with that kid?"

The one who was called the head of the family was the strong man sitting on the head seat. He secretly looked at Su Mo again, shook his head and said, "Probably not."

"His hands are delicate and callous-free, which means that he has never practiced weapons, and his steps are not as solid as those who practice martial arts. In all likelihood, he does not know martial arts."

"No kung fu?" The person who asked the question earlier was a little surprised: "If you don't know kung fu, you dare to go to this kind of place alone, and you are not afraid of being caught by jackals?"

The Patriarch shook his head and waved to Su Mo: "Little brother, come and sit down, we have a bonfire and pancakes here."

Su Mo didn't refuse, or his original goal was these people.