Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

The first type is to open up the spiritual wisdom, and then cultivate into adults step by step, hoping to walk through the avenue like human beings, and cultivate into heavenly immortals. This type is called a demon.

Monsters that kill people are also included in the category of monsters.

The second type is to inherit a trace of the blood of the ancient ferocious beast. With the blood, this kind of beast is extraordinary from the moment it is born. It doesn't need to practice at all, and it will gradually become stronger as time goes by.

What's more, they can even reach the realm of earth immortals. Of course, they cannot mobilize the earth's energy, only the power of earth immortals, but they often awaken their natural abilities and are very fierce.

It's just that it's precisely because of this trace of ferocious beast blood that completely devours their rationality, so they can't activate their spiritual intelligence at all, and can only be reduced to wild beasts that rely on instinct for life.

This category is fierce beasts.

But it has to be said that below the fairyland, ferocious beasts are stronger than demons.

For thousands of years, all the tribesmen who entered here have never returned, (King Qian's) so this place has become a forbidden area.

".¨True Biography." The elder Wu Chuan from the Wufeng Tribe took a step forward and took out a pottery pot from the package: "The most ferocious beasts in the outermost area are not very powerful, and they rely on their sense of smell to prey on them. Let's smear this thing on our bodies , you can fool them.”

"As long as you move lightly, it shouldn't be difficult."

The earthen pot was filled with gray-black things, which exuded a foul smell, which was actually the feces of ferocious beasts.

Seeing Su Mo frowning, other clan elders also quickly persuaded: "Don't be disgusted with the true biography. Although this is a pickled thing, the effect is really good."

In the interval between talking, many old men have already smeared themselves.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that Su Mo just pushed aside the branches and walked over directly.

"True Chuan!" Song Kun was going to call out, but it was too late. .

Chapter 650

"Roar!"

Naturally, the undisguised breath could not conceal the sense of smell of these ferocious beasts.

Almost the moment Su Mo stepped into their territory, the sound of roaring shook the forest, and in the dark lair, countless eyes shining with faint green light lit up.

In the distance, the elders of the group were all trembling with fright. Although they had made plans to die here, they still couldn't face death directly.

The earth trembled.

More than a dozen green wolves rushed out from the cave.

They are more than ten meters tall, their hair is like steel needles, and their fangs shone like gold and iron.

And one of the blue wolves was particularly eye-catching, with a body more than 30 meters high, and a third eye appeared between the brows, flashing green light.

Obviously, it is the leader of this ferocious wolf pack.

Hearing the wolf's long howl, more than a dozen wolves turned into blue shadows and rushed towards Su Mo.

"Noisy."

Su Mo's footsteps didn't stop, he just pinched the seal with his hands.

True Qi sprang out from his fingertips, and divided into a dozen flying swords in mid-air.

The group of old men didn't even see clearly, they just saw a flash of white light, and all the heads of those blue wolves flew away, and the headless body rushed forward hundreds of meters before barely stopping.

More than a dozen flying swords fused into one again in an instant, passing through the head wolf's eyebrows with a howling sound of tearing the air.

The wolf's body stopped in place, like a stone sculpture, but there was blood flowing down between the eyebrows.

When Su Mo passed by, he fell to the ground with a bang.

"Don't follow?" Su Mo suddenly stopped and looked back: "Don't you want to see the scenery in the mountains?"

Dozens of old people from various tribes looked at each other, and then they realized that they quickly followed behind Su Mo.

It's just that the way he looks at him is completely different from before.

The group of blue wolves are only the weakest beasts, so they guard the outermost edge to beat the autumn wind. The further you go in, the stronger the beasts you meet will be.

After passing the blue wolf, there is a swamp. In the swamp, there is a hundred-foot-long python whose venom can easily corrode gold and iron.

However, Su Mo's true energy turned into a long whip, and after a few whips went down, the pain that went straight into the soul made the giant python directly bow its head, and carefully carried a group of people across the swamp.

Su Mo dared to go so directly, so he was sure.

Kua'e couldn't connect to the earth's energy here, but she could sense that among this group of fierce beasts, the most powerful ones were only comparable to ordinary earth immortals, and they built their nests in the place closest to the inside.

Therefore, even if the ferocious beasts rioted and rushed up, Su Mo had the confidence to kill them all!

It's just that ferocious beasts are not demons and ghosts, and they are not counted as meritorious deeds. This is a pity.

It's just that the group of old men suffered.

You know, this group of ferocious beasts are almost invincible in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Even some small tribes worship them as gods.

And the little Taoist priest in front of him looked just over twenty, with fluff around his mouth, his complexion was as white as a woman's, and his temperament was as gentle as jade, just like a rich man whose fingers did not touch the spring water.

Knowing his identity as the true biography of the immortal sect, these old men will respect him more.

However, it was such a little Taoist priest who they saw clearly, and when he waved his hands, there was a bloody storm, and the heads of countless beasts rolled down.

Those overlords who usually roar in the mountains and forests, are like tofu under that Qingling sword, and they can't even resist.

Walking all the way is killing all the way.

The corpses of countless ferocious beasts were piled up behind.

For example, the hundreds of feet tall ape in front of him has a red light flashing between his eyes, and his mouth is full of monstrous flames.

However, Su Mo stood where he was, and just puffed up his mouth and blew, and the flames were all dispersed.

Another real qi flew out from the scattered flames, like a stream of light, it passed through the ape's eyebrows in an instant, bringing up a handful of cloudy plasma.

Before the soul even had time to escape, a bronze chain protruded from the void and tied it up. Regardless of the howling and struggling of the ape soul, it was dragged into the black vortex behind.

This is Su Mo deliberately staying behind, intending to fill Fengdu City with its soul.

Otherwise, once the true qi passes, no matter whether you are a body or a soul, you will all be wiped out.

Flying swords criss-crossed, chains were swept away, and countless talismans were scattered all over the sky.

Not to mention other old people, even Song Kun, who has been to the Central Plains, is fascinated by this moment, with blurred eyes.

No wonder, the Taoists in the Central Plains would look down on these tribesmen, denouncing them as barbarians, heretics, and minor tricks.

All kinds of magical powers have completely broken their understanding of practice.

Refining Gu?

Even if the Gu worm has been sacrificially refined for a thousand years, can it block this streamer's sword?

Cultivation, this is considered to be a cultivator, and this is called a cultivator!

The truth is like this, so what about the elders in the immortal sect, or even the head of the sect?

Looking at the unrivaled sword energy flying all over the sky, and then looking at the young man in a Taoist robe below, with an elegant temperament and black hair casually scattered behind him, like a young man who is exiled.

To him, the center of the mountain with countless ferocious beasts is like the backyard of his house, he walks like a leisurely stroll, and even has the mind to pick a few wild fruits on the roadside and put them in his mouth to taste.

Song Kun's mind suddenly popped up a poem he had heard in the Central Plains.

The hall is full of flowers and drunk three thousand guests, and one sword is frosty and cold in fourteen states!

The so-called sword fairy, but that's all, right?

"Where have you been?"

Su Mo's voice interrupted Song Kun from his thoughts.

He suddenly turned around, only to find that he had unknowingly arrived at the very center of the mountain.

The group of old men around them all looked obsessed and shocked, and they haven't recovered yet.

"This......"

Song Kun turned his head and looked at the countless corpses of fierce beasts that were piled up in the path when he came. He suddenly gave a wry smile and cupped his hands towards Su Mo: "This should be the center."

"To be honest, I have never been here before, this time I was able to see the scenery here thanks to the blessing of Zhenchuan."

"For the rest of the road, Zhenchuan will go alone. It is enough for us old men to be buried here!"

Surrounded by countless exotic flowers and plants, all kinds of scenery seem like a fairyland, and located in the center of the legend, it is indeed the best burial place for them.

"You don't want to go there and see the real face?" Su Mo looked at him and smiled.

"not going."

Song Kun shook his head and refused, "The land of immortals is just a legend. Who knows what's going on inside?"

"We old men should think about it a little bit, just treat it as the land of immortals, and our group of people can be buried outside the gate of immortals after death... Hehe, the source of great blessing."

"Let's pass it on, don't let it go!"

Dozens of old people imitated Song Kun's appearance and made a ceremony at the same time.

Su Mo bowed back: "There will be no future."

After finishing speaking, he turned around resolutely and walked towards the valley in the distance. .

Chapter 651

Reflected in the clear water is a young boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, his face is not handsome, but very delicate, with a strong bookish air.

The robe on his body was a little white from washing, and there was a hole in the armpit, but it was sewn up with needles and threads, and there were almost no traces, which showed the ingenuity of the person who stitched it.

Her black hair was tied on top of her head with a wooden hairpin, and two blue hair bands fell down the sides of her face, swaying gently in front of her with the breeze.

His name is Zhang Yuan, and he is the only scholar in Qinghe Village.

The young man was holding stones and was throwing them one by one into the stream, but his brows were tightly furrowed, and the look of distress flashed in his eyes from time to time.

"Zhang Yuan!"

A call came from behind.

The boy turned his head and found a girl in common clothes standing by the side of the road.

The young girl was about twenty years old, her skin was creamy, her eyes were as bright as water, and her black silk like ink was tied into a whip and draped behind her back. Although she was wearing a countryman's sackcloth, she still carried an elegant and elegant aura. Like an orchid in an empty valley.

She looked at the boy by the river, her eyes full of doting: "I see that you are not at home, and I can guess that you have come to the river to play in the water again."

"I'm here to think." Zhang Yuan showed a bit of helplessness, washed his hands in the stream, walked to the girl, and took the bamboo basket behind her: "All sold out?"

"Yeah." The girl laughed, her eyes narrowed together: "A while ago it was frosty, and many people in the city suffered from the cold. Herbal medicines are selling especially well these days. I bought a piece of meat for you, and I will cook it later." soup."

"Oh." Zhang Yuan nodded in agreement, followed the girl towards the village, but looked absent-minded.

"What's wrong? Are you still struggling?" The girl seemed to know something.

Zhang Yuan nodded: "This dream is getting weirder."

"When I had this dream before, everything was blurry, and I forgot it when I woke up the next day. I just remembered that I seemed to have a very weird dream. But in the past few months, I have repeated the same dream every night. A dream, and the things in the dream are becoming clearer and clearer."

"I seem to have dreamed of many scenes, including majestic mountains and rivers, bustling towns, white horses, and demons."

"By the way, many names appeared in the dream."

The girl listened quietly, while Zhang Yuan kept talking: "Lin Fengjiao...Zi Xiao...Ren Tingting, Hu Qiyue...Hu Qiyue, sister, has the same surname as you. "

The girl's name is Hu Xiu'er.

Zhang Yuan's parents died since he was a child, and he and Hu Xiu'er depended on each other for life, so he has always regarded her as his elder sister. Of course, there are many special feelings, but he is shy and difficult to express.

Hu Xiu'er pursed her lips and smiled: "There are so many people with the same surname in the world, it's not unusual for you to dream about it occasionally."

Zhang Yuan frowned, still thinking hard: "There is another name, and I always feel that this name seems to be very important to me, Su Mo."

He raised his head: "Sister Xiu'er, who is Su Mo?"

Hu Xiuer pondered for a while, and finally shook her head: "I've never heard of it, and I don't know it."

"I always feel that I seem to have forgotten something, something very important to me." Zhang Yuan smiled wryly.

Hu Xiu'er did not persuade him either, but quietly led the way ahead.