Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

The Taoist didn't even hesitate for a moment, and when he regained his strength, he hurriedly knelt down towards Su Mo and kept kowtowing: "Shangxian, spare your life! Shangxian, spare your life!"

As soon as he uttered a single word, there was a gust of wind to meet him.

This is the legendary law of words!

In the eyes of ordinary people and low-level monks like him, the cultivators of the supernatural powers who practice Qi and return to the gods are no different from gods.

If you run, you will definitely not be able to escape.

It's just that Su Mo's eyes turned cold at the moment. Looking at the empty gourd on the ground, he asked in a deep voice, "What's your name? Who gave you this gourd?"

"Xiaodao's surname is Ning, and his name is Ning Wukan."

"As for this gourd..." Ning Wukan carefully observed Su Mo's face: "This gourd was bestowed by Xiaodao's master."

Chapter 601

The whole body of the gourd is blue in color, as if carved from sapphire, and there are a lot of bloody veins on it.

It's called ghost-raising gourd.

This thing is a real magic weapon of evil ways.

It is necessary to take a gourd grown in a place of pure yin and soak it in dirty blood for seven to 49 days before it can show bloody spots.

It can suck people's souls and turn them into ghosts.

The more painful the torture that person suffered before dying, the greater the negative emotions such as fear and resentment in his heart, the more powerful the ghost he raised.

But Su Mo saw with Fafa's eyes that although there was some evil karma in Ning Wukan's body, he didn't have much karma.

Obviously, in the years of practicing spells, he has done a lot of small bad things, but he has never killed anyone, so the gourd is naturally made by others.

"Who is your master?" Zhang Zhiwei naturally knew the information about raising ghost gourds, and snapped sharply.

"My master's name is Master Ghost Power!"

Although Zhang Zhiwei looked young, when he was angry now, the aura on his body still made Ning Wukan tremble with fear.

"Master?" The two were taken aback at the same time.

"Uh, it's not the Daoist Daoist of Alchemy." Ning Wukan quickly explained: "It's just that the master named him himself, and ordered our group of disciples to call him so."

"So, you still have a brother?"

"This..." Ning Wukan cried with a sad face: "It is said that he is a senior brother, but in fact he is almost an enemy."

"In order to learn more spells and obtain more resources, our group of so-called senior brothers all think about killing each other and falling into schemes all day long. Master and the elderly don't care about it, but encourage this kind of practice faintly."

"I am timid, my talent is not high, and my mana is even weaker, so I dare not compete with them. I can only ask my master to bestow this ghost-raising gourd, and then leave the master's door alone and come to this world of mortals to take a chance."

At the end, he also sighed helplessly: "If it weren't for this, I wouldn't be so downcast, and I want to use this trick of borrowing money to deceive Master Li."

The spell of moving treasure before was not a cornucopia, but "borrowing money"!

Stealing other people's property with Taoism requires karma. If one's own cultivation is not enough, the backlash of karma alone can make the person who did it die suddenly on the spot.

With his weak mana, he would surely die.

Therefore, what Ning Wukan used was the technique of borrowing money, the gold and silver treasures of the Ren family were borrowed temporarily by him, and had to be returned on the seventh day.

It is only borrowed for seven days, so although it seems that the amount of property is huge, the cause and effect produced are actually very small.

Ning Wukan originally planned to complete two transactions with Master Li, and after getting enough money, he left that night.

In this way, when the gold and silver disappeared on the seventh day, even if Master Li wanted to settle accounts with him, he would have already slipped away.

"Borrowing money?" Su Mo's face was a little strange: "You calculate how much life you have left."

Ning Wukan didn't dare to go against it, so he quickly deduced it on the spot.

After half a cup of tea, his face suddenly became pale as paper, his pupils were dilated, and he muttered to himself in disbelief: "How is it possible? How could it be like this..."

He himself is very aware of the technique of borrowing money, so he dares to use it.

Those gold and silver, adding up to a total of one million taels, will consume about three years of life, and this is the price I was prepared to pay from the beginning.

But counting it now, the lifespan he lost... is actually 30 years!

It cost ten times more!

Now, he only has two and a half years of life left.

Looking at his expression, Su Mo naturally guessed the result, shook his head and said, "It's unlucky for you, it's not good to choose someone else, I chose the Ren family."

With Su Mo changing the plot, the Ren family not only did not decline, but became more prosperous, and now it can be regarded as a powerful party.

If it was placed in ancient times, it would have the strength to occupy the land and become king.

Coupled with the fact that Ren Tingting stepped into the Xuanmen, several aspects of luck were blessed, which can be called terrifying.

Therefore, the cause and effect borne by this Taoist priest is ten times heavier than that of ordinary people!

"Junior Brother Zhang." Su Mo suddenly turned his head to look at Zhang Zhiwei: "I'm going to follow this Taoist priest to see what kind of name his master is."

"You go back to Ren's house first. If there is any accident, please remember to send me a message as soon as possible."

Zhang Zhiwei took the communication talisman, nodded and said, "Brother Su, don't worry."

"You still remember the direction of your master's school?" Su Mo looked at Ning Wukan.

"Remember, remember!" Ning Wukan nodded hastily.

Although there are only more than two years of life left, he can continue to live after all.

For his own sake, he betrayed his master without hesitation.

"Let's go."

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Su Mo made a casual move, and two gusts of wind blew in, turning into invisible blankets and resting on the soles of their feet.

But in an instant, it turned into two white horses and disappeared into the sky.

"Dan Dao..."

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the two remaining white marks on the sky with complicated eyes, and he sighed after a long time: "Oh...it's a pity that I was born at an untimely time!"

.........

There were no flowers and plants on the barren mountain, only countless dead ones, and there were many crows standing on the twisted trunk.

A large number of bones were piled up in the surrounding mountain streams, including those of beasts and humans.

On the top of the barren mountain is a small Taoist temple. Although it looks solemn and majestic, it has a gloomy feeling.

At this moment, in the empty hall.

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A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a black Taoist robe suddenly opened his eyes, frowned, and muttered, "Strange...why do you suddenly feel like a catastrophe is imminent?"

But after hesitating for a while, he shouted outside: "Lu Wu?"

The door was pushed open, and a man about the same age as a Taoist priest came in, dressed in an ordinary orange Taoist robe, and knelt down in front of him: "Master, why are you calling your disciples here?"

"As a teacher, I have something to go out for a while, so you pretend to be a teacher in this hall for a while. As for the reason, don't ask too much. After the teacher returns, there will be a big reward."

While the middle-aged Taoist priest was speaking, he had already thrown the Taoist robe on his body in front of Lu Wu: "Put it on."

"Yes!"

A bit of murderous intent flashed in Lu Wu's eyes, but in the end he concealed it, put on his Taoist robe obediently, and sat in the middle of the hall.

The middle-aged Taoist priest put on ordinary people's plain clothes and quietly walked towards the back door.

He never ignores some of his intuitions, and would rather believe in something than nothing.

It is precisely because of this caution that he was able to escape countless pursuits by righteous monks and survive until now.

.........

The gust of wind hits the face like a knife, but there is a transparent shield in front of it, blocking all the impact.

Ning Wukan looked at Su Mo in shock, feeling extremely grateful for his choice.

"arrive!"

He suddenly pointed to the Taoist temple standing on the barren hill below: "It's there!"

Chapter 602

"It really isn't a good place."

Above the sky, Su Mo had a panoramic view of the surrounding terrain.

This itself is a place for gathering yin. If ordinary ghosts stay here for a long time, they will naturally be transformed into ghosts.

And on the barren mountain, a magic circle was specially carved, so that all the surrounding yin energy would gather in the Taoist temple, turning it into a place that is a paradise for evil cultivators.

Moreover, resentment boiled on the top of the building. Obviously, many innocent people died in it, and they must have been tortured before they died, otherwise there would be no such great resentment.

"There are some methods, but it's a pity that they are used in evil ways." Su Mo observed the situation on the mountain, shook his head, and immediately lowered Ning Wukan's collar to Yuntou.

When Su Mo fell, no one saw him, until he walked to the gate of the Taoist temple, the disciple who guarded the gate saw it, thought he had come up from the mountain, and immediately scolded: "Stop, who are you?"

"It's me." Ning Wukan took a step forward: "Master, is the old man there?"

"Ning Wukan?" The gatekeeper looked at the skinny Taoist a few times, and suddenly smiled contemptuously: "You dare to come back?"

"This..." Ning Wukan glanced at Su Mo indiscriminately, not daring to tell the truth.

"Master is watching." The gatekeeper did not doubt him, but looked at Su Mo: "Who is this kid?"

"It's good to be here."

Su Mo's eyes shone with golden light, and he saw a figure entangled in countless resentments moving quickly towards the back mountain in the distance.

With a wave of his hand, the water vapor in the air condensed automatically, and the gatekeeper turned into an ice sculpture before he could even react.

In this Taoist temple, everyone has strong resentment on their bodies. Obviously, their hands are covered with blood, and death is not a pity.

After passing the gate, there are continuous buildings.

And he seems to be strolling in the garden, walking forward with a relaxed posture like walking.

Ning Wukan followed behind him, his long mouth had never been closed, his pupils shrunk to the point of a needle, his expression of shock was beyond words.

Su Mo walked in without any concealment, so those disciples knew the invasion of foreign enemies immediately.

However, whether it is manipulating zombies or using various sorcerers.

Su Mo didn't even stop in his footsteps, but the real qi in his chest kept surging.

Behind him, countless disciples, zombies, and even invisible ghosts all turned into ice sculptures, shining crystal clear light under the sun!

All along, the enemies Su Mo encountered were too powerful.

There are transformed demons, ghost gods of the underworld, and even Taoist earth immortals, Yincao Yanluo.

Therefore, every battle can be regarded as trying his best, and he needs Kua'e's assistance to win.

Now, in the face of this group of ordinary monks, the horror of refining Qi and transforming into gods is finally manifested.

What is supernatural power?In a sense, it is impossible to follow the words!

As long as Su Mo moves his mind and utters an order, the breeze can be turned into a sword, the vegetation can be turned into a rope, the earth can be condensed into a shield, and the water can be turned into a giant python.

The main hall was pushed away.

The middle-aged disciple in the black Taoist robe was already terrified at this moment, staring at Su Mo in a daze, speechless.

"It's alert."

Su Mo glanced at him, his eyes penetrated the wall again, and saw the real master who was running fast in the mountain stream, he couldn't help shaking his head and smiling, and turned around.

The middle-aged disciple could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

However, when Su Mo walked away and the sun shone into the hall.