Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

The figure whispered softly: "The world is at an end, the Dao is cut off, and the spiritual energy is exhausted. After all, the impact is too great. Even with my spiritual energy supplementing, you two are still making slow progress."

"But it's okay, you have stepped into the 12th realm of refining qi and transforming gods before the end of the law. Now all you need to retreat is to consolidate your own realm. You can leave the customs in a few years at most."

"Relax and stabilize the realm. This hall has my formation. In this world, no one can discover it, let alone step in, except me."

After speaking, the figure disappeared.

The Bronze Hall once again fell into absolute silence.

.........

"Maoshan is a 5A-level tourist attraction in our country. In ancient times, it was called the first blessed place by those who practiced it. The eighth cave is the Taoist altar of the Qing Dynasty!"

A girl in cool clothes was holding a selfie stick in her hand, and was constantly introducing herself to the mobile phone screen in front of her. The weather was so hot that her smooth forehead was covered with sweat.

Bei Mengyun is a college student and a part-time webcaster. Now he is taking advantage of the college holidays to come to Maoshan with his mobile phone to conduct a live broadcast.

"Practitioner? Cultivating immortality?" There was a bullet screen floating on the phone screen.

"Correct."

Bei Mengyun nodded and hid under the shade of a tree: "In ancient times, science and technology were underdeveloped, so the ancients would attribute many phenomena to ghosts and gods."

"In addition, many ancient emperors pursued longevity and superstitiously believed in Buddhism and Taoism. Over time, there have been many legends about immortals, such as Pengzu in the Zhou Dynasty who lived eight hundred years, and Ouliezi in the Warring States Period who walked against the wind."

"But these are just superstitions of the ancients. With the development of science and technology, many superstitions have withdrawn from the stage of history."

"Where do the gods and ghosts come from in the world, they are all the imagination of the ancients."

Rest for about 10 minutes or so.

Bei Mengyun stood up and dusted his pants: "Okay, now let's go into the main hall and have a look. Although we are not superstitious, it is good to go to the mountains to worship the gods for auspiciousness."

Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace...the main hall of the inner gate and the outer gate of Maoshan Mountain have the same name.

The Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace at the outer gate has become an open scenic spot in modern times, and it is available to many tourists. The ticket is 20 yuan.

Entering the main hall, the tall statues that catch the eye are the three founders of Maoshan, Sanmao Zhenjun.

Before Zhenjun, there are many memorial tablets, which are the past generations of Maoshan.

Of course, they are all external sect masters.

Many tourists visit and take pictures around the hall, offering incense and offering sacrifices.

Bei Mengyun also followed among the crowd, but when it was her turn to offer incense, she suddenly found a young man in Taoist robes standing beside her.

The ink-like blue silk is coiled on the top of his head, tied with a hosta, and the black and white Taoist robe on his body reflects a bit tall and straight.

The skin is creamy, the eyebrows are sword-shaped, and the pair of black eyes seem to be twinkling with stars, but there is a vicissitudes that can see through the world of mortals.

It's like a banished fairy coming out of a painting.

Bei Mengyun couldn't help but be fascinated by watching, and the barrage in the live broadcast room even stopped.

The audience looked at the screen, just like Bei Mengyun, mesmerized.

"Incense?"

Su Mo noticed that someone beside him had been staring at him, so he couldn't help asking.

"Ah...ah yes!"

Bei Mengyun woke up suddenly, a few red clouds rose on her face, and she nodded hurriedly: "Yes... Shangxiang... Shangxiang!"

She picked up the sandalwood next to her with trembling hands, and after kneeling down, she sneaked a few glances at the man standing motionless in front of the altar.

He looked like he was in his early twenties at most, but his temperament was like that of an old man in his 80s and [-]s, revealing the precipitation of years.

He stared straight at those patriarch tablets, with a bit of nostalgia and a bit of melancholy.

"that......"

Finally, Bei Mengyun couldn't help but asked, "Are you the Taoist priest of Maoshan?"

"Probably." Su Mo responded casually.

"Then... Little Daoist, is it convenient to reveal your Daoist name?"

Monks don't ask for their names, Taoists don't ask for their surnames, she knows this rule well.

"Dust abyss."

"Dust Abyss? Seems a bit weird..." Bei Mengyun's face showed a bit of weirdness.

This dao name...why does it sound like a character in those fairy tale novels?

Bei Mengyun glanced at the phone screen, the barrage scrolled crazily, almost filling the entire screen.

It was all for her to ask the Taoist priest for his contact information.

She bit her lower lip, but looking at Su Mo's extraordinary face, after all, she was embarrassed to be too direct, maybe she was ashamed of herself.

"Well, Daoist Chen Yuan, why don't you pay homage to the ancestors?"

"Worship?"

Su Mo looked at the tablets on the altar.

Sun Qingfeng was among them.

More than 100 years have passed, and the former supervisor has also been turned into a cloud of dust and buried in the back mountain.

Behind Sun Qingfeng, there were four outer guards one after another, and this has been passed down to this day.

"He still can't stand my incense."

Su Mo shook his head and sighed slightly: "He is not my patriarch either, he is just the supervisor of the outer sect."

"Alas... the world is turned upside down in the blink of an eye, and the world of mortals has changed. I don't know how many of those people are left now."

Su Mo respectfully burned three sticks of incense towards True Monarch Sanmao, then turned and walked outside the hall.

After a few steps, he quietly disappeared into the crowd.

ps: Sorry, Calvin yesterday, I have to sum up the modern plot, after all, it is the last plot.There will be another one later.

Chapter 814

Bei Mengyun looked at Su Mo's disappearing back with a look of confusion on his face.

There's something weird about this man's every move, and...he looks really out of this world.

Just standing there, you can see that he is out of tune with the ordinary people around him, as if a piece of beautiful jade has fallen into the mud.

It exists in the sludge, but people can feel it at a glance, and it does not belong to the sludge itself.

She doesn't understand, this is the Tao.

This is the performance of Dao Dao in the world of mortals.

That is to say, from today onwards, when people from the Taoist sect meet Su Mo, they have to call him "Master Chen Yuan!"

Bei Mengyun recalled the scene just now, but Liu Mei frowned slightly.

Because...she couldn't remember the face of that Taoist priest.

I just remember that he looks as handsome as a fairy, unlike ordinary people, as if he came out of a painting.

And the more I think about it, the more blurred this memory becomes.

After a few minutes.

Bei Mengyun stood in front of the altar with a confused face: "It's strange... I seem to have met someone just now? How many words did you say to him?"

"No... It seems that I have never met anyone before, and I am always standing here alone."

"Then...why am I standing here without moving for several minutes?"

She glanced at her phone screen.

Everything is normal in the barrage, they are urging the anchor to move quickly, let them see the scenery of other places, don't just stand here.

There were also a few bullet chats saying that it seemed that the anchor was chatting with someone just now, but they were quickly overwhelmed by other bullet chats.

.........

Castle Peak.

Su Mo gazed at the mountains and rivers under the clouds, his expression was calm, but there was a bit of light in his eyes.

"It turns out... this is the way of refining the void."

It's no wonder that if you don't become a real person, you can't even imagine what kind of power a real person possesses.

In Su Mo's eyes, the world has become different.

He can see countless lines!

For others, these lines are nothingness, invisible, intangible, or even non-existent.

But for Su Mo, it was real, he could see it, touch it, touch it, and even cut it off!

There are several lines on the top of the mortal's head, extending to the deepest part of the sky, and there is another sky, a purple sky.

That is the way of Su Mo.

Some of these lines represent life and death, some represent luck, some represent past lives, and some represent this life. The seven emotions and six desires, fortune and wealth, life and death, all form lines, controlled by the purple sky.

Not just mortals.

Even the mountains, rivers, birds, animals, trees and insects, and even those man-made cars and buildings all have their lines, extending to the deepest part of the sky and connecting to Su Mo's avenue.

Su Mo only needs to flip it lightly, and he can change the lives of all mortals in the world, causing tall buildings to collapse, cars to explode, landslides to crack, and tsunamis to be violent.

This world of mortals and the various forms of the world are all connected by lines and belong to his avenue.

Su Mo even saw lines extending from the sky.

When these lines are drawn, one can feel the obvious strenuous effort.

But the objects involved by these lines are the stars in the universe!

He only needs to pull the lines to affect the trajectory of the stars, or make them explode.

There are also hundreds of crimson lines connecting the sun.

Su Mo stretched out his hand and touched these lines. He could feel the burning pain coming from between his fingers, but he could barely bear it.

In other words, the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers and everything are his puppets!

This is Su Mo's way, but not all his way.

The thread of the world of mortals comes from his Dao of the Red World, and the threads of the stars, sun, and moon in the universe come from his Dao of the Six Royal Immortals.

The Six Heavenly Emperors originally ruled the Three Realms, sitting on the universe, and naturally had the power to control the sun, moon and stars.

Now Su Mo has not yet become a celestial being, but as a real person, he has been able to vaguely touch the power of the immortal way.

Naturally, it can barely control the sun, moon and stars in the solar system.

This is the power of a great person!

Although Su Mo may be the most powerful real person in history, it can be seen from the inside.

The power of a real person has surpassed the so-called moves and mana.

It lies in the Tao itself.

In the Immortal Realm, no matter how powerful the cultivator is, slaughtering a monk in the same realm is like slaughtering a dog.

But if you don't become a great master, even if you are a master of profound arts, with countless scriptures and powerful mana, in the eyes of a great master, you will still be an ant after all, which can be destroyed easily.

No matter how powerful the supernatural power is, how can it be against this most original Dao?

Moreover, this line controls not only mortals, but also monks!

As long as you are in the world of mortals and have your own established destiny, you cannot escape the thread of mortals, the thread of fate.

Unless it is a monk of alchemy, and has already stepped into the fairyland.

At this point, all the essence, qi, blood, three souls and seven spirits of the whole body belong to that mouthful of true qi, and the established destiny of oneself will dissipate accordingly.

Therefore, there will be a fairy character in the fairyland.