Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

The leader nodded slightly towards Su Mo, and then led the hundreds of great Qin soldier souls into the darkness.

After they go to the underworld, there is a high probability that they will be absorbed by soldiers and horses and turned into real Yin soldiers and Yin generals.

After all, although both the Jade Emperor and the Yin Emperor were very angry about what Qin Shihuang did, the invincible Qin soldiers under the Emperor's command are still very valuable.

As for those terracotta warriors... They have been waiting here for thousands of years, and Su Mo's move is tantamount to a relief for them.

So before leaving, the leader would nod to Su Mo to express his gratitude.

The golden flames not only burned the clay figurines, but also melted away the entire underground palace and the evil spirit deposited here.

After about dozens of breaths, Su Mo opened his mouth, and the monstrous golden flame turned into a small flame and was swallowed by him.

And all the graves, zombies, and ghosts here have all disappeared.

There is only a bit of shade left, just wait until dawn, and all of it can be dispelled after the sun sets.

Su Mo looked at the empty crypt, sighed slightly, lamented the fall of an invincible dynasty, turned and left.

in the village.

Hearing that all the troubles had been resolved, all the monks breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately went to inform the villagers so that they could all go home and rest.

Several monks had urgent matters, so they packed their bags and left that night.

After Su Mo bid farewell to Uncle Jiu and everyone, he also got into the carriage made of white paper and left through the air.

Inside the carriage, the decoration is luxurious, cigarettes are curling up, and there is no trace of white paper at all, as if it is a real car.

And the two white horses pulling the cart stepped on the invisible breeze, stepping on the dark sky.

It was the first time for Wen Hai to experience this kind of thing, and he was curious and shocked even though he was afraid. Although he sat obediently next to his master, his eyes couldn't help but move around.

"Kunlun has ascended." Su Mo said suddenly without beginning or end: "Several great masters, led all the disciples of the entire fairy gate, and flew away with their teachings."

"The Kunlun Fairyland has been closed, and now there are only endless empty mountains left in Kunlun."

Uncle Jiu was stunned after hearing this.

After a long time, he sighed with a complex expression: "So...the head teacher...cough cough, Daoist Zixiao is about to leave too?"

As an outsider, he doesn't have real qi, so he can't sense the changes in Kunlun. He only understood what happened a few days ago when he heard Su Mo talk about it.

"A few days earlier, two months later."

Su Mo looked at him, remained silent for a while, and said softly: "Master also plans to take the inner sect to teach and ascend."

"It's just that heretic monks are not among them, he will only leave with alchemy monks... Everyone in Kunlun is practicing alchemy, so they can leave together."

Uncle Jiu didn't show any dissatisfaction, he shook his head and said with a smile, "Teacher, you don't need to explain it to me."

"Since the day I went down the mountain, I have actually thought about my own ending."

"Now that I have passed on my mantle, Wencai Qiusheng and those two boys have grown up. Although they haven't learned Taoism, they still have the strength to support themselves after all. I have stayed in Renjia Town for so many years, and I have already gotten used to it. everything."

"Even if heretic monks can leave together, but going to the Heavenly Court does not mean that they will gain eternal life. They will still stay in the Mortal Realm under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court. Life, old age, sickness and death will not increase their lifespan by half."

"So why am I bothering? Why don't I stay in Renjia Town, where I will be buried in the future, and someone will burn paper on my grave during the Qingming Festival."

Among the heretic monks, there are many like Uncle Jiu. Although they will not live forever, they have a happy life.

He is very free and easy about life and death.

The paper horse traveled thousands of miles overnight, and when the sky was just dawn, it had crossed countless mountains and rivers and returned to Renjia Town.

All the way down to the courtyard of Yizhuang, Su Mo waved his sleeves, and the carriage turned into a piece of white paper again and he put it back in his pocket.

This move made Wen Hai envious.

He is a studious person, so he naturally knows alchemy and heretics, and he also understands that it is impossible for him to do this even if he cultivates for a lifetime.

Su Mo did not leave that night, but had a detailed talk with Uncle Qianhe and Jiushu in the middle of the night.

After all, the inner door is completely closed, which is not a small matter.

So the next day, Mengmengliang had already packed his bags, put on the Daoist Qianhe who was gifted by Su Mo with the talisman jade, and rode away on a paper horse.

With Su Mo's mana attached, the paper horse can turn into white paper and put it in the bag at any time. It doesn't need to eat or drink, and has no physical limitations. It can also walk on branches on the water surface, which is much more convenient than a real horse.

In the next few days, Su Mo lived in Ren's house with peace of mind, and he had nothing to do during this time.

Although a few monsters came to the ghost market, they were all pathfinders, and they stayed in the ghost market all the time, never going out, so Su Mo didn't bother to deal with it.

As for the group of old guys on the other side of the ocean... They were all terrified by Daoist Guangli back then, so as long as there is still a Daoist in the Central Plains, they would not dare to set foot on this land even if they were killed.

In this way, more than a month has passed without knowing it.

As the sun was rising, Su Mo was standing in the middle of the courtyard breathing out his true qi, when a voice suddenly rang in his ears: "It's time to come back."

"Master?" Su Mo opened his eyes and recognized Zixia's voice.

"I'm leaving soon. As the head teacher, come back and give the elders a try."

Hearing this, Su Mo instinctively froze for a moment.

Before you know it, this day has come?

He took a deep breath, nodded and said, "Understood."

After finishing speaking, he didn't pack up and go straight to Maoshan, but came to Yizhuang.

Uncle Jiu also just got up at this moment, and was doing a set of boxing in the yard.

Su Mo waited for him to finish beating and wipe his sweat before walking over, and said softly, "Master is leaving soon."

Uncle Jiu paused for wiping his sweat.

"Brother Lin will go back with me, will you practice it for the elders?"

Uncle Jiu was silent for a while, but finally shook his head: "That's all."

"Headmaster, just bring my mind to me by the way."

Seeing his appearance, Su Mo didn't force himself: "That's fine."

Chapter 796

The inner gate of Maoshan, Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace.

Dozens of old men in Taoist robes sat cross-legged on futons. These were many elders from Maoshan, and there were a dozen middle-aged men who looked about 40 or [-] years old. These were all the disciples who practiced alchemy.

It is also sad to say that the end of Dharma, Guangdan Dao journey, there are not as many disciples as elders.

The three great virtues also put on their costumes and stood in front, while Zi Xiao stood at the entrance of the main hall in a purple Taoist robe, a jade sword, and a whisk in his hand.

"Master." Su Mo who just went up the mountain saluted him.

Zi Xiao nodded, looked at Su Mo's upright figure, and said softly after a few breaths: "I'm about to leave as a teacher."

"From now on, for hundreds of years to come, you will have to live through this world of mortals by yourself, without the help of your elders. Have you ever been afraid?"

"My disciple's heart is as firm as jade, so why not be afraid of it." Su Mo's voice was sonorous and powerful.

Zi Xiao nodded in satisfaction, and stopped talking, but stepped aside: "Say goodbye to all the elders and disciples."

There are very few who have achieved immortality.

Therefore, nine times out of ten in this hall, it will turn into a dry bone after thousands of years, so this farewell may be a farewell forever.

Su Mo didn't slack off, bid farewell one by one, and finally exchanged gifts with the three great virtues, and then walked out of the hall.

Maoshan Bazhen Zixiao didn't intend to stay, including the True Monarch Sword, which was carried behind his back.

Because I can't stay.

Although Maoshan Eight Treasures are mysterious, they are still magic tools after all. After the world is completely destroyed, these few magic tools will probably turn into a pile of useless broken copper and iron.

Before you know it, it's almost noon.

Finally, just when the sun was hanging in the middle of the sky, Zixiao said softly: "The time has come, Master Yunxu is already waiting for us."

Hearing this, Su Mo looked towards the sun with his eyes wide open. As expected, he vaguely saw a figure standing above the sun.

"Farewell to Master!" Su Mo bowed deeply to Zi Xiao.

In the main hall, everyone also saluted Su Mo: "Farewell, Master!"

Zi Xiao nodded slightly, and lightly waved the whisk in his hand, causing the whole mountain to tremble.

boom -

After a few breaths, the mountain made a deafening roar, and unexpectedly rose from the ground, and the large lake flowing around the green mountain, including all the creatures in the lake, also rose into the air together.

This green hill stayed above the inner gate for a while.

In the end, it still flew towards the sky, gradually turned into a black spot, and disappeared above the boundless sky.

Su Mo stood in the empty inner door, looked at the sky above his head, and made a salute slowly.

Such a scene happened in all the fairy gates in the world.

The master teacher flew away with the Inner Sect Jujiao, leaving only those who practiced the outer way and the Qi way.

That is to say, from today onwards, apart from Su Mo, Ren Tingting, and Hu Qiyue, there is no one who practices alchemy in this world.

The group of monsters on the other side of the ocean is not counted, and the practice of monsters has never been considered alchemy. The reason why they are divided into human realms is entirely for the convenience of distinguishing their strengths.

The Hall of True Inheritance still remains in the inner gate.

Su Mo went into the hall to look around, and saw that the two were still practicing, so he placed several more restrictions and exited the hall.

The inner sect, including the guardian god, was taken away by Zi Xiao.

After Su Mo left the inner door, he successively placed hundreds of seals on the passage vortex, which took a full seven days.

Starting today, the inner gate of Maoshan is completely closed!

As for the Immortal Gate of the World, there is no longer the concept of inner gate.

The inside and the outside are one, and there is no difference.

"Should you come back too?"

Su Mo turned around, his eyes seemed to span thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and he saw the other side of the ocean.

A cold light came out of his eyes: "If you want the fallen leaves to return to their roots and come back to retire in peace of mind, I, Maoshan, don't have to kill them all."

"But if there is any evildoer who dares to come back with other thoughts... I will help him with the things that Master Guangli didn't finish back then!"

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Across the ocean.

In the beautifully furnished courtyard, an old man wearing a red Tang suit and holding a walking stick with a dragon's head suddenly opened his eyes, and a monstrous fierce aura rose from him.

In the entire manor, all the birds and beasts, even snakes, insects, rats and ants, all lay on the ground at this moment, trembling.

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And the other monsters living around also stood up in amazement and looked at the location of the manor.

"I've waited for hundreds of years... finally this day!"

The old man let go of the faucet crutches, and stood up slowly from the chair. Indistinctly, there seemed to be a phantom of a dragon that was ten thousand feet long emerging behind him, roaring silently towards the sky.

"Master!" A middle-aged man dressed as a servant ran in and knelt on the ground.

"Go and prepare." The old man stared at the scorching sun without blinking his eyes: "The end of the Dharma is coming, the real person will leave, and there will be no fairy gate in this world!"

"I can go back to my hometown!"

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"At that time, we will be immortals, and our group of people who fled in embarrassment will be invincible immortals in this world!"

At this moment, in another house.

"Old Ancestor." A young man said respectfully: "The news is confirmed. All Daeshen people have left. From then on, there will be no more real people in the mortal world. You old man can go back with peace of mind."

In front of him was an old man wearing a blue robe. The old man had already lost his appearance. His white beard was more than two meters long, and it had even been dragged to the ground.

The old man opened his eyes slightly and sighed softly, "I've lived too long."

"The only thought now is to return the fallen leaves to their roots."