Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

This was a chaotic and crazy time.

After confirming the route, Su Mo naturally didn't delay any longer, and with a wave of his hand, all the surrounding earth energy dissipated and returned to the ground.

But when he took a step forward, the whole person had disappeared and fell into the ground.

Dixian, the fairy on the ground.

Now for Su Mo, as long as he stands on the land of mountains and rivers of hundreds of millions of miles, he is like a fish in water.

.........

Chunnan County.

It's actually a rich place.

Of course, prosperity is just an appearance, and starving to death can happen everywhere in this day and age.

In a splendidly decorated mansion, in a room.

The old Taoist priest in black robe suddenly opened his eyes, his face was pale, and there was sweat on his forehead.

I had a dream just now, in the dream I had no head!

Monks generally don't dream, and once they dream, it represents some kind of omen.

The old Taoist sat up cross-legged in a hurry, he didn't care to wipe the cold sweat off his head, so he pinched his fingers and counted.

"Could it be...the old man's time is approaching?".

Chapter 723

As the saying goes, the older you get, the more you fear death.

It is also obvious that if he is not afraid of death, he will not embark on this path of evil cultivation. The pursuit is not a long life, but just unscrupulous.

The dream just now really terrified the old Taoist priest.

But no matter how he pinched his fingers to calculate, he couldn't calculate any information, as if it was just an ordinary nightmare.

But hundreds of years of cautious temperament still made him regard all this as a harbinger of his imminent catastrophe.

"Qixiu!"

Following the call of the old Taoist priest, the door was pushed open, and there stood a young man in ordinary Taoist robes, with a white face and beardless, who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old.

The boy bowed respectfully to the old man: "Master!"

This young man is the old man's apprentice, named He Qixiu, with excellent talents, the most important thing is that he is smart and knows how to please himself.

The old Taoist also took in many apprentices before, and each of them could live for half a year, either killed by him himself, or fed to zombies by him as blood food.

Only this one, who has been with him for two years, is still alive and has survived one after another. 12

The old Taoist also taught him a few spells properly, and he can be regarded as a true disciple now.

"How is Xuan Kui taking care of him?" the old Taoist asked.

"I just fed three blood foods yesterday, and I'm still sleeping. There's nothing wrong with it." He Qixiu quickly responded: "The disciples around the basement have also pasted up talismans. , the disciple can sense it in an instant."

"Good job." The old Taoist became more and more satisfied, and with a wave of his hand, a blood-red pill landed on the table: "This Qi and blood pill is your reward."

"As long as you treat me sincerely, don't be as stupid as those senior brothers before. When Master and I get a glimpse of the Dao in the future, I will definitely support you and share the joy of longevity!"

He Qixiu looked overjoyed, and hurriedly cupped his hands and said: "Thank you, Master! This disciple will definitely go through fire and water for Master, and will die!"

After speaking, he stepped forward and put the blood-red pill in his pocket.

"Huh? Why don't you eat?" the old Taoist asked suddenly.

He Qixiu froze for a moment, and quickly said: "Ah, these days, this disciple feels that his cultivation has been overflowing. It would be a waste to eat the Qi and Blood Pill right now. He intends to wait for a better opportunity to let the pill play a big role."

"No need, take it now. If there is no good way to preserve this Qi and Blood Pill, the Qi and blood in it will gradually be lost." The old Taoist stared at him, his eyes seemed to have a bit of coldness.

He Qixiu was silent for a while, and finally took out the blood-red pill, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it in front of the old Taoist priest.

"En." The old Taoist nodded in satisfaction, and his eyes returned to kindness again: "Go on, recharge your batteries, I just need you to do something tonight as a teacher."

"Yes, the disciple retire."

He Qixiu bowed his hands, then bowed his waist and gradually exited the room.

Seeing that the door was closed, the old Taoist's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he sneered, "Hmph, you still want to play tricks in front of me?"

"You're not an honest person either. When this incident is over, it's useless to keep you!"

And outside the courtyard.

He Qixiu turned his head and glanced at the silent house with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

He stretched out his fingers and pressed hard on his stomach.

"vomit--"

His stomach rolled over, causing him to vomit immediately, but no matter how he vomited, he could only spit out some leftovers, and there was no trace of the Qi and Blood Pill.

Obviously, as soon as it fell into the stomach, the elixir had melted and flowed into the veins of the whole body.

"Old bastard, you are so fucking ruthless!" He Qixiu clenched his fists, his face full of resentment: "Master, I wanted to practice immortality, but I worshiped the wrong mountain gate and became your apprentice. It was only later that I realized that I had entered the magic way, but it was already too late."

"In the past few years, I have served with all my heart, but what I got in return is this kind of result..."

"Hmph, Qi and Blood Pill? Which master would cast the Blood Soul Curse in this Qi and Blood Pill!"

The Blood Soul Curse is a method used by evil cultivators to control others, similar to laying a venom on people.

Every once in a while, the evil cultivator must input his own mana to calm down the Blood Soul Curse, otherwise it will break out, and the blood all over his body will feel as if it is burning, and he will suffer from the fire.

And there won't be any injuries on his own, and the injuries will directly affect the soul.

People who were burned to death by the blood soul curse, their bodies will not be destroyed, and their souls will be scattered!

Every once in a while, the master will give him a Qi and Blood Pill, which is called a "reward", but it is actually strengthening the blood soul curse in his body.

After calming down, He Qixiu looked at the puddle of vomit, squeezed out a talisman, burned it on his fingertips, and threw it on it.

After dealing with all traces, this left.

.........

The soil is like a stream of water, and it automatically separates towards the two sides.

Su Mo walking in it is like taking a walk in the garden, but if he steps out at random, it is a distance of thousands of miles.

And in the process again, with Su Mo's finger moving, the great dragons of the land veins were easily grasped by him, and the trend of mountains, rivers and rivers could be changed at will in a single thought.

In the process, there is no need to consume any spiritual energy at all, because these leylines are almost equivalent to being sent to the front of the body actively.

This is the power of an Earth Immortal!

Dan Dao, the gap between each realm is like a gap, no matter how talented one is, there is no possibility of killing enemies across borders.

For example, Su Mo's previous supernatural powers.

How to fight the supernatural powers and the earth immortals?

Fighting an Earth Immortal is equivalent to fighting against the earth, mountains and rivers that are hundreds of millions of miles away. How can we fight?

While walking, Su Mo could also clearly sense the breath above.

Especially some evil spirits.

In a remote mountain village.

A few Taoist priests were fighting bloody battles, but the zombie on the opposite side was getting more and more fierce. Ordinary talismans and magic tools didn't work at all.

In this era, the world has not been completely destroyed, which is weakened for monks, but greatly strengthened for this kind of low-level blood-fiend zombies.

Because there are war dead everywhere, and blood and resentment everywhere.

click-

The mahogany sword shattered, and the zombie grabbed a middle-aged Taoist priest, opened its mouth wide, and was about to bite down on his neck.

A few young Taoist priests in the rear have already cried out: "Senior brother..."

Swah——

Light flashed.

Orange veins rushed up from the soil, wrapping the zombie, but in an instant, the invulnerable zombie melted in the veins, turning into a puddle of mud and falling to the ground. .

Chapter 724

All this happens in the blink of an eye.

An old zombie with hundreds of years of cultivation turned into mud all over the ground in such a flash.

The arduous struggle of these few Taoist priests seemed to have become a joke.

Especially the middle-aged Taoist priest who was caught by the zombies and almost died here. The orange light that rose just now was right in front of him, almost brushing the tip of his nose.

Cold sweat broke out from his forehead. Just as he felt it, as long as that ray of orange light was rubbed, his fate would never be much better than that of a zombie.

silence.

It wasn't until dozens of breaths passed that everyone reacted.

"Thank you, senior, for your help!" The middle-aged Taoist quickly bowed and saluted.

A few young Taoist priests behind him also made the same gesture.

After a long time, the few people straightened up and started discussing in full swing.

"If my prediction is correct, it should be a senior from Xianmen." The middle-aged Taoist sighed: "Oh, Xianmen..."

After hearing these two words, the young Taoist priests behind them also looked at the place where the zombie had turned into mud, with longing and envy in their eyes.

For Su Mo, he naturally didn't care what those people said.

Along the way, as long as he sensed the evil spirit above, a pulse of earth surged up directly. Although most of the ghost zombies he killed were only a hundred years old and could not gain much merit, they were still better than nothing.

.........

Chunnan County.

It was nightfall by now.

The old Taoist became even more panicked.

The whole day of practicing meditation, instead of calming him down, became more and more inexplicably irritable, and the self in the previous dream, the headless self, kept popping up in his mind!

A few times, I even almost lost my mood and went crazy.

"No, there must be something that the old man didn't figure out...Could it be that I was being targeted by a certain expert? And that expert had the intention to kill me?"

"It shouldn't be!" Soon he shook his head again, rejecting his own idea: "I have been careful all these years, and have not offended any orthodox sects."

"Except for the one from Qincheng... but that one from Qincheng is a disciple of Maoshan, but he is a layman. Even if he dies outside, it is unlikely that someone from the inner sect of Maoshan will have someone who is a master of alchemy to stand up for him. .”

"What's more, he didn't die, he just suffered some injuries."

But no matter what he thought, the feeling of impending disaster was getting closer and closer.

In the end, the old man stood up and called out, "Qixiu!"

Not long after, the wooden door was pushed open, and a young man in a Taoist robe stood outside the door. The resentment from before had completely subsided, and his face was full of respect; "The disciple is here."

"How long have you been with me?"

He Qixiu's heart skipped a beat, but he replied honestly, "Two years and three months."

"That's right, before I knew it, it's been more than two years." The old man stared at him: "Master has kept you busy these past few years, but he hasn't taught you any spells, nor has he given you a magic weapon. Have you ever Hatred as a teacher?"

"Disciple dare not!" He Qixiu hurriedly bowed his waist; "Being able to be led by the master on this road of longevity is already a blessing from the disciple's ten lifetimes of cultivation, how dare he covet more."

"Yes." The old man nodded slowly: "There is an opportunity right now."

He waved his sleeve robe and threw a bell over.