Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

At this moment, with the completion of the tenth recitation of the scriptures, the golden Buddha statue was finally fully activated. Without any magic power, it emitted dazzling golden light by itself, slowly rose from the ground, and flew towards the sky.

And Su Mo is here.

After Su Mo hit the talisman, one wall of the ghost city collapsed directly, and its progress was also slightly hindered.

The yellow turban wrestler let out a roar, and the black and yellow qi in his body circulated to the limit, and he forcibly pushed the ghost city back in place!

It's just that under its feet, the ground cracked, and countless deep ravines appeared.

Because of a talisman engraved on its back~.

It was inscribed by Su Mo just now with the help of the earth spirit root, which allows him to borrow the power of the earth, and part of the heavy pressure on his body will be borne by the earth under his feet.

Otherwise, just a yellow turban warrior, even with the black and yellow aura in his body, will definitely not be able to stand up to the old black mountain demon who has the strength of an earth immortal!

But even so, it is still not a long-term solution.

"Old monk, is it alright? If the Golden Buddha doesn't work anymore, I'm going to leave you and run away alone."

Su Mo's right hand maintained a sword-pointing posture, and the hundreds of flying swords behind him were still fierce, but there was blood flowing slowly along the fingertips.

Before he had time to refine the earth spirit root, he forcibly used it to carve a talisman, which was naturally damaged.

Although he recovered from his injuries in an instant with the power of Tai Sui's regeneration, it was not so easy to suppress the rioting true qi in his body.

far away.

Bai Yun had already stood up from the ground, looked at Su Mo's back and laughed, "Amitabha, thank you fellow Taoist for your hard work!"

As the words fell, the golden Buddha had already risen above the sky.

But the palm-sized sculpture actually exudes a golden light at this moment!

The black clouds covering the sky, like ice and snow, quickly dissipated, and a scorching air fell from the sky.

Finally, a ray of warm light penetrated the black cloud and fell on the ground.

It's sunshine!

With the first ray of sunshine, soon the second ray, third ray, fourth ray...

Countless sunlight shone in through the black clouds.

The tombstones exploded as soon as they came into contact with the sunlight, and the rotting corpses crawling out of the ground screamed and melted, turning into foul-smelling liquids and soaking into the soil.

Generally speaking, sneaky people who have cultivated to the fairyland will basically not be afraid of the sun anymore.

But the Montenegrin old demon is an exception.

Because it came from hell!

It was born in hell, devoured countless ghosts in hell, and evolved into a fairyland, so after coming to the mortal world, it could not bear the sun's rays.

The yellow turban wrestlers are still holding on to the giant city, just like the giant spirits in the mythology!

However, dense cracks appeared on the golden armor on its body, and even the skin began to crack, and golden blood flowed continuously along the armor.

at this time.

A ray of sunlight suddenly fell and landed in the ghost town.

"Ah—what is this? The sun!"

The terrified scream of the Montenegrin old demon came from the ghost town.

bang -- bang -- bang --

Without receiving any attack, the surroundings of the ghost city exploded automatically, and a large number of tentacles supporting the city below were also dried up.

"Ah—my eyes..."

The black mountain old demon screamed, the city stopped moving forward, but began to retreat quickly, and the black cloud covering the sky was also swallowed back into the ghost city by it.

Finally, after a dozen breaths.

The black cloud dissipated completely, and the ghost city also disappeared from sight.

The warm sun shines from overhead, shining on the grass blades, reflecting golden light.

"call--"

Yan Chixia lay down on her back at once, with her long sword casually inserted beside her, resisting the discomfort in her eyes and looking directly at the sun, she muttered: "Damn... this is a life saved, I never I feel, this sun is so beautiful!"

Those members of the Wei family were even more unbearable, some even cried and laughed lying on the ground, even Wei Wufeng, who was the most stable, couldn't stop breathing heavily, rejoicing that he survived the catastrophe.

After all, they are just ordinary mortals. In the first half of their lives, they have only seen fighting with swords and swords. The most remarkable thing is one or two wild ghosts. Where have they encountered the situation just now?

Dark clouds cover the sky, and the great demon comes to the world!

As the sun completely enveloped the sky, the light on the golden Buddha gradually dimmed, and finally turned into an ordinary golden Buddha statue, which fell from the sky.

"Buddha statue!"

The little monk Shifang exclaimed, and quickly stretched out his hand to catch it, but unfortunately the position was off.

Su Mo glanced at it, flicked his fingers lightly, a gust of wind flew by, supported the Buddha statue, and slowly floated down like a feather, and finally landed safely on the ground.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Su!"

Shi Fang checked it carefully, and then he was greatly relieved, and performed a Buddha ceremony towards Su Mo.

Su Mo nodded lightly in response, but looked at the yellow turban warrior standing in front of him.

At this moment, it has recovered to a height of two feet, but the armor on its body is still tattered, the golden blood has barely stopped, but the scars on its body have not yet healed.

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Although it is impossible to connect the Dalong's veins, but in terms of strength, the Black Mountain old demon is definitely a fairyland.

Therefore, even if the yellow turban wrestler had the power to move mountains, and even mobilized the two qi in his body, he still suffered a lot of damage.

"It is detected that the yellow turban wrestler is injured, and he can automatically recover from the injury, but at a slow speed."

"The host can also spend [-] merit points to instantly restore all the injuries of the warrior, and replenish the two qi of black and yellow to the peak state. Will it cost?"

"Spend." Su Mo responded in his mind without any hesitation.

For him now, one hundred thousand merit points is nothing, but after seeing the power of the Yellow Turban Warrior, Su Mo knows that this will be his strongest helper now!

"Friend Su Daoist."

The old monk Baiyun stood up and respectfully bowed to Su Mo: "Thank you fellow Daoist Su for saving your life. To save the life of the old monk, your yellow scarf wrestler suffered such a great injury. I am really ashamed!"

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Such things as yellow turban wrestlers are still very famous in the Taoist world. The old monk comes from the Xianmen temple, so he naturally recognizes them.

At this moment, he thought that such a big fight was caused entirely because of him.

"It's okay." Su Mo waved his hand.

After the system deducted [-] points of merit, the scars on the Yellow Turban Warrior's body gradually faded, the armor was quickly repaired, and the exhausted black and yellow qi in his body filled up at a terrifying speed.

It took only two breaths before and after, and he had completely recovered to his peak state!

This scene also shocked the people around. They didn't know the existence of the system, and they thought that the golden armored giant had the magical power of self-healing.

Yan Chixia's eyes widened even more, and she took a closer look and said, "Fellow Daoist Su, you puppet... you are so powerful!"

"It can resist the attack of the old demon of Montenegro, and its own injuries can be fully repaired in just a few breaths. No wonder you dare to grab things from under its nose."

The old monk Baiyun was silent for a while, as if hesitating.

After a few breaths, he finally turned his head to look at Shifang: "Shifang, take out the relic."

"Ah?" Shifang's eyes widened: "Master, this relic is left by an eminent monk, isn't it going to be brought back to the temple to worship?"

Bai Yun shook his head: "The kindness of dripping water should be repaid by springs, let alone the kindness of saving lives? Take it out."

Shifang nodded, and took out a jade box from his bag.

When the jade box was opened, it was a golden bead about the size of a grape.

The beads are round and smooth, exuding a faint light. At first glance, I thought they were some kind of orbs!talent.

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Holding the jade box, Bai Yun walked up to Su Mo and made a Buddhist salute: "Amitabha, the old monk doesn't have any treasures on him, only this relic is a good thing, in order to repay Fellow Daoist Su for saving his life."

"Sherry?"

Su Mo looked down, felt the mellow Buddha power emanating from the golden bead, couldn't help but shook his head and smiled and said, "I am a Taoist monk, although this Buddhist relic is a good thing, it is nothing to me. effect."

"Thank you, master, for your kindness. Take the things back. It's not a life-saving grace. After all, if there is no golden Buddha to attract the sun, I will not be able to defeat the old black mountain demon."

"Amitabha, one yard counts for one yard." The old monk Baiyun chuckled: "With the strength of the benefactor, if you leave us and run away, even the old demon of Montenegro can't catch you. It's kindness."

"This relic is indeed useless to the benefactor, but it has a great effect on the benefactor, the yellow scarf warrior puppet."

Hearing this, Su Mo's expression changed.

In this crisis-ridden world, strength represents life and death!

The Yellow Turban Warrior is an inseparable part of his strength.

At this time, there is absolutely no courtesy: "Master, what do you say?"

Bai Yun chuckled, pointing to the golden armor on the strong man: "This armor is equipped with divine light, which can drive away evil spirits and cut evil spirits, but it can accept the righteousness of heaven and earth, and the true energy of Taoism and the Buddhist rituals of my Buddhist school happen to belong to the righteousness of heaven and earth. A sort of."

"This old monk is going to smash this relic, so fellow Daoist Su will use real energy as water and relic as ink, and engrave a mantra of my Buddhist family on you, a strong man."

"What do fellow Daoist Su think?"

"Then I will trouble Master!" Su Mo nodded and moved away.

Baiyun took out a purple gold bowl from the package, put the relic in the bowl, and smashed it while reciting scriptures.

Seeing the golden beads in the alms bowl shattered and turned into powder, Su Mo waved his hand, and the real qi flew out from his chest, condensing the water aura, and the real qi instantly turned into liquid and flew into the alms bowl.

The old monk stirred it a few times, and the liquid in the bowl turned from aqua blue to thick gold.

He walked up to the yellow turban wrestler, raised his left palm, and held a small golden pen in his right hand, which was stained with relic liquid, and drew lines of Sanskrit on the yellow turban wrestler.

At the same time, he kept chanting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, his voice became more and more intense, and the speed of writing became faster and faster. At the same time, his face gradually turned pale.

Finally, after a long time.

The old monk Baiyun stopped the golden pen, and stepped back slowly.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spewed out, and his body was shaking.

Shifang hurried up to support the old monk, with an anxious expression on his face: "Master!"

"It's okay." The old monk waved his hand weakly: "It's a bit exhausting, just help me to rest for a while."

At this moment, Su Mo looked at the Yellow Turban Warrior with excitement on his face.

Because at the moment when Sanskrit was written, a system prompt sounded in his mind.

"Congratulations to the host, the Yellow Turban Warrior has been blessed by Buddhist scriptures: the Eight-Armed Arhat Sutra."

"Eight-armed arhat: one of the five hundred arhats in the Western Paradise. It is powerful, majestic and has the power to subdue dragons and tigers. Eight arms can hold various weapons, and it is especially good at close combat."

As the system's voice fell, the Yellow Turban Warrior rose again.

Now it is three feet tall, about ten meters tall, and Su Mo can't even reach his calf standing in front of it.

Moreover, the armor under his ribs kept stirring, as if something was about to come out of it.

puff-

Finally, a dull voice sounded.

From the ribs of the golden history, six more arms emerged.

He is ten meters tall, has eight arms, and is covered in golden armor!

Just looking at his appearance can make people tremble with fear.

Not only that, but the mysterious and yellow energy in its body has grown even stronger.

Su Mo felt that if he was allowed to fight with the old Black Mountain demon again, since the old Black Mountain demon didn't use spells, it might really hurt both sides!