Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

However, Su Mo didn't care what they thought of him, and with a casual move, more than a dozen flames came out from the fire burning in the bamboo shed and landed on the group of zombies.

The fire was burning, and there was a trace of Su Mo's aura in it.

Therefore, the zombies that were originally invulnerable to fire and water quickly turned into coke in the fire.

"Thank you Daoist Su for saving your life!"

Song Shuzhu hurriedly brought his two daughters to apologize, and all the strong men bowed their waists to salute, very sincere.

"Just do whatever you want."

Su Mo waved his hand: "I'm not very familiar with the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and the tribes among them need to be bothered by Mrs. Song."

"Don't worry, Daoist Su." Song Shuzhu hurriedly packed the ticket and said: "Although my mother has settled in the Central Plains, my grandfather is still in good health, and he is still the clan leader of one of the tribes. After arriving in the tribe, he will definitely be grateful for the truth!"

The patriarch is the person in charge in the tribe.

Su Mo nodded when he heard the words, and looked at the hazy sky in the sky: "The sky is about to dawn, let's go.".

Chapter 648

The tribes in Shiwan Dashan are widely distributed and mixed.

Song Shuzhu's tribe is called Songbu, with thousands of people, it is already considered a big tribe among the [-] mountains.

Only those top tribes will have tens of thousands of people.

The tribes in the mountains are mostly named after plants and animals, such as Zhube, Songbe, and Hube.

Song Shuzhu's grandmother was from Songbe, she originally took Song as her surname, but after entering the Central Plains, she could no longer continue the tribal customs, so she took a close-sounding character and changed Song to Song.

Song Shuzhu's great-grandfather was named Song Kun. He looked white-bearded and white-haired and skinny, but Su Mo could feel a rather powerful force from him.

But it is not Qi, but life!

There was a living thing hidden in Song Kun's heart. Su Mo opened his Dharma Eye to look, but found that it was a cicada that looked emerald green all over.

The green cicada quietly crouched in the flesh and blood, as if it had been integrated with the heart. At the same time, a steady stream of power flowed from the green cicada and poured into Songkun's body, making him infinitely stronger than ordinary people. The power to cast various spells.

This witchcraft technique is indeed unique.

After all, Xuanmen practice pays attention to aptitude, but the technique of witchcraft is not used. Even a mortal who cannot cultivate can have mana after implanting this kind of witchcraft!

Of course, this kind of thing is heresy after all, let alone immortality, I am afraid that some violent voodoo monks have a shorter life span than ordinary people.

It's just that this green cicada is biased towards life, so Songkun can live to be over a hundred years old and still be healthy.

Songkun is not only the patriarch of Songbe, but also the most powerful wizard in the tribe, so the arrival of the group was welcomed by Songbe grandly.

After hearing Song Shuzhu's narration, Song Kun was naturally grateful to Su Mo, and arranged a good bamboo house for entertainment.

Su Mo was not in a hurry to find the place where the real person fell, but experienced the customs for a few days.

Tribes are indeed xenophobic, but only against strangers.

If you are recognized as a guest, you will feel the enthusiasm of these people.

There were even many single girls in the tribe who fell in love with Su Mo, and some boldly proposed marriage directly, but Su Mo reluctantly rejected them one by one.

In this way, after a few days, Song Shuzhu and the others settled down completely.

The patriarch Songkun also found Su Mo.

"Songkun, Lord of the Song Tribe, pay homage to Su Zhenchuan!" The old man made a seal with both hands, and actually saluted Su Mo in a standard manner.

"Elder Song touched the passage door?" Su Mo was quite surprised, but he returned the salute earnestly.

Song Kun caressed his white beard: "When I was young, I also went to the Central Plains. In fact, even this Green Cicada Gu was improved after being taught by a Taoist master, and its power was even stronger."

"It's just that I didn't expect my great-granddaughter to be so blessed to be rescued by the true biography of Maoshan."

The two chatted about the past in the Central Plains for a while, and then gradually got to the point.

"Su Daochang is the true heir of the immortal sect, and now he came to this barren mountain in person. I don't know what it is?"

Su Mo did not answer, but asked instead: "Old Song, you have lived in this mountain for many years, have you ever known any strange things? Or is it a legend handed down from ancient times."

"legend?"

Song Kun frowned and recalled carefully: "There are many legends in the mountains."

"correct!"

Song Kun suddenly seemed to remember something, and raised his head: "Speaking of legends, there is indeed a legend that has been passed down from ancient times to the present."

"It is said that there are immortals in the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains!"

"Immortal?" Su Mo's heart twitched, but he didn't show his expression on the surface: "Can you tell me in detail?"

"This legend is considered the oldest."

Songkun showed reminiscence on his face, and slowly said: "I, Songbe, have a long heritage, and have taken root in the Hundred Thousand Mountains thousands of years ago."

"It is said that when one of Songbe's ancestors was alive, he suddenly saw the sky and the earth change color, and thunder covered the sky, like a purple sea."

"There was also a black wind sweeping through everything, as if destroying the world, and blood-red flames rose from the sky."

Su Mo listened quietly, but he was somewhat certain in his heart.

Thunder, wind, and fire, aren't these the three tribulations of immortality?

Song Kun's narration continued: "Fortunately, these things are illusions and did not fall into the real world. However, the earth dragon turned over on the Shiwan Dashan that night, the mountains trembled, the earth cracked, and many mountains and rivers even collapsed directly."

"Countless beasts ran out from the depths of the mountains, and even some monsters, as if something terrifying fell into the mountains."

"This turmoil lasted for several months, and for hundreds of years after that, thunder and thunder kept falling into the depths of the mountains, so no creature dared to approach it. Legend has it that a fairy fell there!"

"Later, Thunder finally disappeared, and decades later, the current ancestors were going to take the clansmen to find out."

"It turned out that the surrounding area was already occupied by ferocious beasts, so we had to retreat. In this way, this legend has been passed down for thousands of years. Even today, there are still countless lairs of ferocious beasts around the deep mountains. , and no one dares to approach."

"Thank you Song Lao for telling me." Su Mo nodded slightly.

Song Kun was a little dazed.

This real fax is planning to go there?

"Could there be any elders from the true biography?" He asked subconsciously.

"No, all alone."

"Ah?" Song Kun said hastily: "Did Zhenchuan understand what I said?"

"There are immortals falling deep in the mountains. It's just a legend among the tribes. Maybe it's not an immortal, but a big demon! And there are many fierce beasts around, and some of them are as powerful as The shapeshifting monster..."

However, no matter how he tried to dissuade him, Su Mo's expression remained unchanged, obviously he had decided to go.

really.

A few days later, Su Mo bid farewell to everyone and set foot on the mountain road alone.

It's just that before he had walked far from the tribe, there was a sudden sound of footsteps coming from behind.

A few old men came over, all in their 80s and [-]s, with white beard and white hair, and old faces, and Song Kun was among them.

"True legend!"

Song Kun said with a smile: "I'll go with you later, the mountain road is rugged, we old men will take you to the shortest road, and we can help you deal with other tribes along the way."

"You saved Shuzhu, I have nothing to repay you, I can only act as a guide.".

Chapter 649

The old men were all old men from the tribe, and they could see the entrance of the Songmen Gate, where a large number of young people gathered, looking at these old men with reluctance, some of them even had tears in their eyes.

But no one spoke out to stay.

"It doesn't have to be that way."

Su Mo looked at the leader Song Kun: "Since Mr. Song knows about the immortal sect, he should also be able to know that as true disciples, they are all alchemy monks. If there is a danger that I can't even handle myself, then it won't help even if all of you go out together." .”

"Besides, it's actually quite easy to find in the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. I've been wandering for more than half a month, and it's not bad for these few days."

"The kindness for saving Song Shuzhu, you tell me the news, and the hospitality for the past few days has been repaid, everyone, go back, I will remember this kind of heart."

However, the old men had no intention of going back at all.

Only Songkun took a step forward: "True view of me, roughly how many years of life do I have left?"

"This..." Su Mo hesitated, but did not say clearly.

Now that he is in Fengdu City, he can easily see through the longevity of ordinary people, so he naturally knows that Song Kun's Yangshou is less than three years away.

But Songkun is the patriarch of Matsube and also the spiritual pillar of Matsube, so if he speaks out, it may cause confusion.

On the other hand, Songkun chuckled, as if he didn't mind at all: "As the saying goes, people always have feelings, and I know that my life expectancy is not long, it should only be a few years."

"It's the same with my old brothers."

Speaking of this, Songkun glanced back, and suddenly sighed softly: "I left the Hundred Thousand Mountains at the age of 20, traveled to the Central Plains, and returned at the age of 40 to take charge of Songbe."

"I'm 130 years old now, and for 90 years, I have hardly ever left the Matsube gate, and they are all like this."

"Our group of old men have dedicated their lives to the tribe, and now they are about to die, so we want to be self-willed before we die."

Song Kun raised his head and looked at the endless mountains in the distance, his eyes were a little blurred: "Everything in the tribe has been arranged."

"That's why some of us old fellows boldly pleaded for True Inheritance to take us on the road together. If we encounter danger, just leave us alone, and use us as bait."

"I know that there must be an opportunity deep in the mountains, but we don't want to grab the opportunity of True Inheritance, and we can't grab it."

"It's just...the legend of the fairy has been passed down for thousands of years. We all grew up listening to the legend, so we want to see it before we die. What is the forbidden place passed down in ancient times?" What does it look like!"

After finishing speaking, Song Kun put his hands together and bowed solemnly to Su Mo.

Several old men also bowed at the same time.

"Let's go." Su Mo took a deep look at them and said nothing more.

I have to say that with a few old men, the journey is indeed much more convenient.

Whether it is finding a path or talking to other tribes to borrow a way, the old men are all handy.

These one hundred thousand mountains contain a trace of aura of catastrophe, although it is only a trace, it has sealed off the earth's veins!

Su Mo even let Kua'e test it secretly, and he couldn't mobilize any earth vein energy at all.

From this we can see the horror of the catastrophe.

The trace of breath attached to the fall of the real person sealed the Hundred Thousand Mountains!

If all the catastrophe falls on the human world, I'm afraid it can destroy the entire world of mortals.

It's no wonder that in the Xuanmen, there will be a ban on monks not to intervene in the yang world.

Otherwise, if there is a real fire, a feud will be formed, and the great masters of the immortal sects of both sides will take action, then it will really be the end for the mortals in the world.

Although the few old people were about to enter the ground, they were still Gu refiners after all, so their footsteps were naturally fast. They set off in the morning and arrived at the center of Shiwan Dashan when the evening approached.

"True biography."

Song Kun wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Starting from the front, there are countless ferocious beasts nesting. Be careful."

It wasn't that he was tired, but that he sensed the savage spirit of that ferocious beast, and his heart fluttered, which led to his sweating, as did the rest of the old men.

Along the way, there are old people from other tribes joining the team, all of whom have a short lifespan.

I plan to be self-willed before I die, to see what is going on in the depths of this mountain, to satisfy my obsession.

Su Mo was not afraid that they might be suspicious.

They all saw it with their eyes, they all relied on Gu techniques, and their essence and blood withered, it was already dusk.

"Fierce beast?" Su Mo felt the special aura coming from ahead, and the records in Yuewei Zhuwu's notes emerged in his mind.

There are two types of beasts in the world that can practice.