Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

Su Mo looked up, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This is an evil talisman.

In addition, the person who engraved this evil-breaking talisman should be a alchemy cultivator, but his cultivation base is not high, about the level of refining and transforming Qi.

And after hundreds of years, although the long sword has not been corroded and rusted by the protection of the talisman, the power of the talisman is not much left.

"Evil Breaking Sword?"

Someone recognized the sword.

At the beginning, Wei Wufeng relied on this sword to kill the ghost and save his life.

Looking at the shimmering runes on the sword, Wei Wufeng also had a bit of confidence on his face, and he held the hilt tightly: "You stay here, I'll go out and have a look."

Huhu——

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly rushed in, and the bonfire was blown away at once.

Darkness enveloped the entire temple.

Vaguely, sharp laughter rang out in everyone's ears.

Wei Wufeng roared suddenly, and slashed forward with his long sword, just right on a shadow.

It's just that before he was happy, he felt that the sword in his hand was tightly held, and he couldn't draw it back at all.

The weird laughter sounded again, and the shadow's body twisted.

when--

There was a crisp sound.

Under the desperate eyes of everyone, the evil-breaking sword was twisted off, and the rune completely lost all its light, and then slowly dissipated.

at this time.

Su Mo slowly put down the book and stood up.

That shadow was almost stuck on Wei Wufeng's body.

But at this moment, its movements suddenly stopped.

A burst of heart palpitations came, and the feeling of imminent disaster flooded my whole body!

.........

North Korea.

This is a military camp, a large number of soldiers wearing bamboo armor holding torches and weapons, patrolling between the tents.

In the middle of the barracks, in one of the most luxurious tents.

A man wearing a general's armor was kneeling on the futon, frowning, staring at a bloody letter on the table.

After a long time, he let out a sigh: "The [-] warriors sent to the Ming Kingdom have all been crushed."

"Did the ghost seekers take the opportunity to enter?" A voice sounded from the tent.

The speaker was a man in a loose white robe, a tall black hat with embroidery on the neckline, a wine glass in his right hand and a huge fan in his left.

The general was silent for a while, and did not answer, but asked instead: "Anbai Taiguang, is what you said true?"

"That's not what I said."

Anbai Taiguang shook his head, and said with a light smile, "This is the prophecy left by High Priest Seimei, and now it is only fulfilled. So, General Hideyoshi, you don't have to believe my words, but do you want to question the words of High Priest Seimei? "

The general in front of him is none other than Toyonai Hideyoshi.

"Principal Seimei..."

Toyoshiro Hideyoshi paced in the tent, and said slowly: "Of course I believe what the priest said, I'm just worried."

"What are you worried about?"

"Worry about our Amaterasu country!"

Toyoshiro Hideyoshi stopped in his tracks, staring at Anbai Taiguang with his gaze like a sword: "Priest Taiguang, Amaterasu Kingdom is no longer suitable for human survival, 800 million gods are spread all over the country, and Hyakki nocturnal walk is commonplace, every day Countless people died tragically in the mouth of the gods."

"The safest places today are the imperial palace where the eight-foot Qiong Gouyu is sealed, the Sensoji Temple with the Amazono Cloud Sword, and the Ise Shrine where the Yata Mirror is enshrined."

"Civilians in the imperial palace can't get close. How many people can be protected by Sensoji Temple and Shrine alone?"

"So that's why you attacked North Korea?" Anbai Taiguang covered half of his face with a fan.

"Correct."

Toyoshiro Hideyoshi stared at him: "As you said before, use all the troops to attack the Ming country and directly open the road to Ghost King Mountain... This idea is too risky."

"If we lose the battle, or if Ghost King Mountain can't solve the 800 million gods, then Amaterasu Kingdom will be completely occupied by the gods, and it will be reduced to hell from then on!"

"So, if I want to conquer the court, at least I can have a way out. If it is really not possible, the subjects of Amaterasu can move to live in this land."

Amaterasu's so-called 800 million gods are actually 800 million demons.

Ten years ago, for unknown reasons, the mortal shrine could no longer contact Gao Tianyuan.

Japan's Gaotianyuan is equivalent to the heaven of the Central Plains.

Not only that, 800 million gods also broke free from the seal and wreaked havoc on the world.

"Let me remind you one last time, General Hideyoshi." Taiko Abe stared at Hideyoshi Toyoshiro: "Prince Seimei is the person closest to Takamahara. This is a prophecy left by him, and it has been sealed in the shrine."

"In the Ghost King Mountain, there must be a solution to the 800 million gods. What you are doing now is already disobeying the gods."

"Then defy!" Toyoshiro Hideyoshi directly interrupted him: "I will definitely not take the survival of Amaterasu Kingdom and put all my eggs in one basket!"

"Also." He suddenly looked at Anbei Taiguang: "Attack the North Korean army, you and the shikigami of other priests are invincible and powerful."

"Why did all your priests stop fighting against the Ming army and watch my subordinates be defeated by the Ming army?"

Unexpectedly, Anbai Taiguang fell silent.

After a long time, he looked at Toyoshi Hideyoshi with complicated eyes, with a bit of fear in his tone: "General Hideyoshi, it's not that we don't want to make a move, but that we can't."

"This is a tacit understanding. If we don't make a move, then relying on your resourcefulness and the strength of the warriors, it is still possible to defeat the Ming army."

"But once those of us make a move...we, as well as your army, will usher in real terror and despair!".

Chapter 456

"You mean..." Toyoshiro Hideyoshi's eyes flashed with surprise and uncertainty.

"As you guessed." Anbei Taiguang sighed: "Ming Kingdom also has priests, but they call themselves Xuanmen monks, and the place where they practice is called Xianmen... You must have read history books since you were a child. I've read the records about Priest Seimei's later years."

Toyoshiro Hideyoshi was silent for a while, then gritted his teeth and said slowly: "You mean, it's recorded in the history books... Priest Seimei could have had the opportunity to enter Takamahara and follow Amaterasu."

"As a result, I went to a certain place in my later years, and when I came back, there was a terrifying sword mark on my chest, and all shikigami died, and finally died in depression?"

"But didn't the history books say that the great priest was actually for the suppression of hell, and the sword mark was also left to him by the lord of hell?"

"That's because I want to make him great so that future generations can admire him." Anbei Taiguang squeezed the fan tightly with his left hand, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged: "That place is the Ming Kingdom. It was not called the Ming Kingdom at that time." , but called Da Song."

"The person who inflicted sword wounds on Grand Priest Seimei, according to their name, is called: Daoist."

"There is more than one such real person in the Ming Dynasty!"

There was silence in the camp.

Toyoshiro Hideyoshi knelt and sat back behind the table. After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "You mean that there is more than one real person in the current Ming Kingdom who is stronger than the Great Priest Seimei~."

"Then you still want me to lead troops to attack Ming Kingdom?"

"This is the tacit understanding I'm talking about." Anbei Taiguang looked at him without flinching: "As long as we don't make a move, the monks of the Ming Kingdom will never make a move, even if you capture the imperial city and capture the opponent's emperor , Ming monks will only choose to watch from afar."

"This is the rule set by them in ancient times. No one dares to violate it, even those real people."

"What about Ghost King Mountain?" Fengcheng monk asked in a deep voice: "You can't make a move, even if I get through Ghost King Mountain, who can go there?"

"Of course it's you." Anbei Taiguang looked at him, with a complicated taste in his voice: "It's only you!"

.........

This is a hill, and on the top of the hill stands a thatched house about two meters wide.

At first glance, no one would think that this thatched hut can live in people, but would think that this is a hut.

It's just that there is a sign hanging on the door of the thatched cottage, with the word "grass reed" written on it.

However, inside the thatched cottage.

There are pavilions, terraces, pavilions, waterside pavilions and ponds, everything that one expects to find!

From the outside, it looks like a small house with only a few square meters at most, but inside it is an incomparably luxurious mansion!

Wearing a whip and wearing a gray robe, a young man dressed as a Taoist boy was sleeping soundly against the pillar. An old man in a black and white Taoist robe came over and touched him with the hilt of the sword in his hand. forehead: "Wake up."

"what?"

Daotong opened his eyes, stretched his waist, and quickly lowered his arms when he saw the old man in front of him: "Master."

"Let's go." The old man glanced at him angrily: "You can't practice, sleep No. 1!"

After being reprimanded by the master, Daotong didn't dare to speak back, and followed closely after taking over the burden.

The thatched hut was taken back by the old Taoist priest, looking at the bare hills around him, the Taoist boy couldn't help but sighed: "Oh, Master, if you don't want to stay in such a good environment in our Quanzhen Sect, you must come to this world of mortals. "

"After three years of searching, what are you looking for?"

"Look for my senior brother."

"Master?" Dao Tong was stunned: "Didn't Master die a long time ago? This is what the head of the sect said."

The old Taoist looked at the bright moon in the distance: "Senior brother, he is not dead, but the head master refused to make a move, so I went to find him myself."

"Where is that uncle?"

"Ghost King Mountain!"

.........

Among the temples.

The black shadow froze for an instant, and suddenly let out an extremely shrill scream.

At this moment, all the mortals present covered their ears in pain.

Su Mo curled up his fingers and tapped lightly on the spine of the book.

thump—

The sound is not loud, like a drop of water falling into a basin.

However, the shadow's scream was directly interrupted, and the darkness regained its calm.

"Don't go."

Fayan shone faintly in the dark night, watching the shadow turn into a whirlwind and quickly exit the temple, Su Mo stood still without moving, just raised his right hand, and waved gently towards the back of the shadow.

At this moment, the strong wind rolled up.

Countless green silk threads rose from the ground and entangled with the shadow. After a while, they tied it up and let it struggle, but it was still slowly dragged back to Su Mo.

Taking advantage of the gap, Su Mo flicked with his fingers, and the extinguished bonfire ignited again, illuminating the temple.

Wei Wufeng and a group of people gathered together, among them Wei Wufeng stood at the front, still holding the broken sword in both hands, but there were dark red blood flowing along the tiger's mouth, staining the fingers.

The group of people behind him also held swords in their hands, with despair remaining on their faces.

It's just that the object that made them desperate was suspended in the air by the green silk thread at this moment, like an insect that fell into a spider's web, and couldn't even struggle.

The frail scholar in their eyes was still sitting behind the bonfire at the moment, holding the book in his left hand, and gently tapping the title page with his right hand.

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Every time it moved, those green silk threads would tighten a bit, and the black shadow would let out a miserable scream.

The whole room was silent.

Wei Wufeng opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

On the contrary, Wei An looked at Su Mo with a scorching brilliance in his eyes.

"You should be able to talk, right?" Seeing that the green silk thread had been tightened to the extreme, and any further tightening would cut the black shadow into pieces, Su Mo finally moved his eyes away from the book and focused on it.