Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

"Huh?" The second young master immediately put on a serious face: "Could it be that I am not of sufficient status to be the servant of Fox Princess?"

"that's not what it means!"

Zhuyeqing quickly apologized with a smile: "These fox girls are actually prepared for the tiger. Second son, you are the tiger's younger brother, so why worry?"

"After the tigers come and enjoy the singing and dancing together, you can enjoy it naturally!"

Hearing this, the Second Young Master looked worried.

Because what Zhuyeqing said inside and outside the meaning is clearly to put the tiger at the forefront everywhere.

It's just that when he thought of his elder brother's domineering temperament, the second son's expression was gloomy for a while, and he could only nod helplessly: "Well, you have to teach them well."

"If the two of us brothers are not satisfied at that time, you are the only one to ask!"

"Don't worry, Second Young Master." Zhuyeqing smiled and left, continuing to greet the others.

A banquet was eaten all night before it dispersed, but there is no day in this ghost city, the sky is always black, dotted with stars and moons, but that is just an ordinary blindfold, but anyone with a little cultivation can basically see it .

Seeing Su Mo get up and leave, He Qixiu quickly put down his chopsticks and manipulated the bronze armored corpse to follow behind.

Until the two left for a long time.

The Second Young Master stood at the door of the brothel, his eyes flickering: "That Li Daoyuan..."

"Is there something wrong?" Song Zhijing asked cautiously standing beside him.

"No." The Second Young Master shook his head: "It's just that I have always felt from him that there seems to be a fatal danger. I will never feel wrong."

It is a tiger that has become a spirit, and beasts have a natural sense of danger.

"It's just that his cultivation is indeed refining essence and transforming qi, which is a big level lower than mine." The second young master's face was a little greedy: "This proves that he has a magic weapon in him, and he has a magic weapon." Enough to threaten my magic weapon!"

"So that's how it is!" Song Zhijing suddenly realized: "No wonder, he was able to kill Qi Shouzheng, and he presumably relied on this magic weapon."

The two automatically made up a lot of things.

"Second Young Master, do you want to..."

"Not for the time being." The second young master waved his right hand: "The ghost market has just gathered, fish and dragons are mixed together, and there are many elders in your exorcising corpse sect. Although they all have a bad relationship with Li Daoyuan, the matter of life and death cannot be determined after all. .”

"Besides, my elder brother is coming over soon. The two of us are actually just trailblazers. The group of big real people still haven't left for the time being. Therefore, we both entered the Central Plains carefully, walking on thin ice."

"Everything, wait until my elder brother arrives at the ghost city. At that time, no matter how powerful Li Daoyuan's magic weapon is, it won't be able to turn the tide!"

"Second Young Master is wise!" Song Zhijing flattered him without pain or itching: "Then I'll find someone to keep an eye on him first."

"Correct."

.........

Across the ocean.

This is a luxurious European-style castle, and there is a spacious and exaggerated private lawn outside the castle, with horses galloping on it, and countless servants trimming the garden.

It's just that inside this European-style castle, it seems out of tune with the outside world.

Countless people wearing the ancient robes of the Central Plains gather here, as if they have returned to the feudal era.

An old man wearing a bright red robe and a white beard that stretched to his lower abdomen was sitting on a chair at the top. He seemed to be at least a hundred years old, but his eyes were not cloudy, instead, they were shining frequently.

His eyes swept across, and everyone in the hall lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.

".¨Old Ao." Finally, a middle-aged man who looked about 50 or [-] years old cupped his hands at the old man: "We have been waiting for hundreds of years, and now we finally have the opportunity to return to the Central Plains."

"Over there in the Central Plains, have you made arrangements?"

This old Ao is a crocodile who has become a spirit. After a successful practice, he returned to his ancestors and turned into a dragon. Therefore, he took the surname Ao and called himself Ao Li. He hoped that one of them could grow two horns and transform into a dragon. Good) as a real dragon.

"Sure?" Ao Li laughed, the creases on his face piled up together: "The group of big real people haven't left yet, how dare I make small moves?"

"It's just Lu Kun's younger brother. Lu Xiu has returned to the Central Plains a few days ago. We only need to wait for the news from him, and then Lu Kun can go there. First, we will build a special ghost market for us as a ghost market." ferry."

"When all the real people leave, we can pass through this ferry and return to the Central Plains."

"Old man Ao is wise!" the man flattered.

Immediately afterwards, in the entire hall, everyone's eyes turned to a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa with a big horse and golden knife.

The man was bare-chested, revealing hardcover muscles like gold and iron, a pair of eyes like copper bells, and a calm and majestic aura on his face.

He is a tiger who has become a spirit, and his name is Lu Kun. Outsiders call him a tiger! .

Chapter 750

"What do you think of the tiger?" someone asked.

"Since it was decided by everyone and Ao Lao is the witness, I have nothing to say." Lu Kun's face was sombre, no expression could be seen: "It's just that those real people still didn't leave after all, so this trip to the Central Plains is dangerous. extremely."

"If something happens to me and my younger brother, I hope everyone can keep their promises and take care of the young people in my tiger clan."

The meaning of Lu Kun's words is obviously also with a mentality of seeing death as home.

"Don't worry, tiger." Ao Li, who was sitting at the top, said in a deep voice: "You are going to the Central Plains, you are exploring the way for us, and you are kind to us. All of you sitting here will definitely lend a helping hand."

"With Ao Lao's words, I have a bottom line in my heart."

Lu Kun stood up: "Then I'll go back and prepare first. The ticket for the passenger ship at the ferry has been bought. I will set off with the passenger ship tonight to the Central Plains."

"At that time, you won't need any supernatural powers and mana, and if you mix with ordinary people, you won't be noticed by Xianmen."

His plan is just one - keep a low profile.

Those demons who don't know how to be low-key have already been beheaded by Daoist Guangli hundreds of years ago.

In this era, many foreigners have already gone to the Central Plains to do business, and the shipping routes are very developed. In addition, Lu Kun deliberately chose the nearest coastal port, so the passenger ship at night docked at noon a few days later.

After stepping into the land of the Central Plains, Lu Kun couldn't help but take a deep breath, listening to the familiar words around him, and even his eyes became a little hot.

After being away from home for hundreds of years, this nostalgia can be explained in a few words.

What reassures him the most is that there is no fluctuation of spiritual energy nearby, which proves that there are no practitioners around.

It seems that my prudence is indeed right. This time I went ashore, it should not have attracted the attention of Xianmen.

The next thing to do is to contact my younger brother Lu Xiu, take over the ghost market, operate it in a low-key and secret way, and turn it into a ferry, waiting for the return of the monsters from the other side of the ocean!

.........

Maoshan Hall.

Several old men wearing the robes of the head of the sect gathered here, sitting cross-legged on the futons, discussing Dao and talking, and the two Supreme Elders Xuanqing Dade and Zhenwei Dade personally guarded the door.

Zhenyang Dade led the disciples of Maoshan, and arranged accommodation, board and lodging for the guests who came to watch the ceremony.

The Luotian Dajiao is before the grand ceremony of the Daoist sect, so it has to be notified many days in advance, and people from the righteous Daoist sect in the world are invited to participate.

What's more, the Luotian Dajiao in Maoshan this time is different from Dragon and Tiger.

The purpose of Dragon and Tiger's grand ceremony before was mainly to solve the repression at the foot of the mountain, so it was not disclosed to the outside world at all.

Therefore, this Maoshan event was extremely lively.

"The group of little monsters are planning to come back." Daoist Bai Jun from Kunlun said with a smile, "I think we old guys are leaving, so we plan to return to our hometown."

"Speaking of which, they have a good plan."

"We all plan to take the entire inner sect together and fly to the heaven together. From then on, there will be no alchemy monks in the mortal world. If they enter the Central Plains, they will be invincible in the world and do whatever they want."

This is something the Dazhengs discussed a long time ago. Without leaving alchemy, all the disciples who stay in the mortal world start from scratch, and everyone competes fairly.

It's just that he didn't expect the accident of Su Mo to happen in Maoshan.

"I don't know how to live or die." Daoist Guangli touched the jade handle of Fuchen with his fingers, and his tone was a bit cold: "Back then, I went down the mountain with an iron sword instead of using a magic weapon, because I didn't want to kill them all, and I planned to leave a way for these monsters to survive. "

"Thus knowing that there are many incarnations, even monsters from the Earth Fairyland who fled to the other side of the ocean, they never killed them, but let them go."

"In just a few hundred years, they seem to have forgotten the name of this seat, and they plan to return to their homeland and get involved in the Central Plains?"

"Forget it, don't get angry." The contemporary old celestial master of Longhu Mountain was also here, stroking his beard and smiling: "Isn't there Su Mo here?"

"Leave the younger generation's affairs to the younger generation. With Su Zhenzhuan, those monsters can't turn the tide."

"You great masters, don't lower yourself and go down the mountain with your sword in hand."

"The thing that the old ghost Guangli did back then has already been criticized in the heavenly court. If you go off in person again before you leave this time and kill them all, I'm afraid there will be an explanation in the heavenly court."

Not only Buddhists and Taoists serve as officials in the heavenly court, but also a large number of natural gods and monsters.

Many gods used to be animals and plants in the mortal world, and after they cultivated to become spirits, they were canonized by the heavenly court, and only then did they rank among the immortals.

Therefore hundreds of years ago, Daoist Guangli went down the mountain and left the corpses of monsters in the Central Plains all over the place. Many monster gods in the heaven were dissatisfied and spread a lot of words.

"An explanation, what explanation do they dare to ask for?" Master Guangli closed his eyes slightly, and his tone was slightly indifferent.

The ancestor god enshrined in Wudang is the Great Emperor Zhenwu, the Nine Heavens Slaughtering Demon God, the well-known Yujing God in Taoism, and one of the few gods in the Heavenly Court whose strength truly surpassed that of the heavenly immortals.

Most of those demon gods are born with no one to rely on, no background, and really dare not do anything, at most they just say a few words.

"Then let's leave this matter alone." As the host, Master Zixiao, sitting on the main seat, said: "When do you plan to leave?"

As soon as these words came out, the hall was silent for dozens of breaths.

Zi Xiao waved his hand, a piece of golden light shone.

In the golden light, one can vaguely see the flying dragons, the singing of the phoenix, and even the scene of heaven and earth with the sun rising in the east and the full moon falling in the west, as if the three realms and six realms were all condensed in this small golden light.

And those dragons, phoenixes, including the sun, the moon and the stars, seem to have vaguely turned into characters.

"I think you all have received this edict from the Emperor of Heaven, right?" Zixiao caged his sleeve, and the golden light flew into his sleeve: "Heavenly Court has given us an ultimatum."

"It's time to leave too." Dazheng Yinhua from Laoshan sighed slightly: "I have explained everything that needs to be explained, and the rest is beyond my control. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings."

"After thousands of years in the future, when the aura of this world recovers, I can come back and see how far those boys have gone."

Chapter 751

In the Maoshan Great Hall.

In a few words, the real people basically determined the overall situation of the world, as well as the rise and fall of honor and disgrace hundreds of thousands of years later.

It's just that in the world of mortals at this moment, there are still countless monks who can't even control their own destiny, struggling in the quagmire of the mortal world.

"What about you?" Daoist Bai Jun looked at the white-haired Dragon and Tiger Celestial Master in Taoist robes.

"Don't you all know?" The old celestial master stroked his beard and said with a chuckle, "I have practiced the Qi Dao all my life, but I can't live forever, and I haven't received the imperial edict, so I can't ascend to the heavens."

"So just stay in this world of mortals - and die."

"Being born here, growing up here, and buried here can be regarded as a complete practice."

Almost all of you here can be said to be immortal. In fact, at the stage of Dazheng, if they really dare not go to the Celestial Tribulation, they can directly accept the canonization of the Heavenly Court and serve as priests in the Heavenly Court.

Assuming the priesthood, you can naturally live the same life as the heaven and the earth, and live forever in the world.

It's just that no one who can cultivate into a Daoist is willing to give up just like that. After all, the Dao of Reaching Heaven has come to an end, and one step forward will be a fairy!

As for the Celestial Tribulation, if you pass it, you will be a Celestial Immortal, if you can't, you will be the ashes of the Tribulation.

Therefore, throughout the ages, there has not been any great person who has served as a priest.

Either become a star king, or lose your soul.

Facing such a group of people, the old Tianshi who was about to die didn't seem to care at all, as if death was just a return to his hometown for him.

"Willing?" Zixiao looked at the old heavenly master: "With the face of Longhushan, even if you are a mortal, the emperor of heaven can give you the position of priest, and you will live forever."

They are all great masters, and they can't hide the world's affairs from them. Naturally, they all know why this old celestial master chose to die.

"There is nothing to be reconciled to." The old celestial master chuckled: "Master told me about the matter of choosing this path of energy back then. For hundreds of years, I have actually been waiting for this day."

"The boy Wei Na has grown up now, and it's time to take over the big responsibility. As for the future, whether he can become a fairy in the age of desolation in the future has nothing to do with me."

"Is there reincarnation?" Master Bai Jun is from the Kunlun lineage, and he pays attention to avoiding the world and practicing purely. Therefore, although he knows the general idea, he doesn't understand it very well.

"Gone."

Zixiao replied on behalf of the old celestial master: "The celestial master's salvation is the method of becoming an immortal, and his cultivation is also his own three souls and seven souls."

"After the celestial master is saved, the body dies and the dao disappears, and the soul flies away."