Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

But even so, the two of them paid a lot of price when they came out, and their bodies were even wounded.

But now he wants to go in again, even kill those demon groups, and find the ultimate black hand... It's hard to beat the sky!

"It's hard to say, Lao He."

Lu Jin glanced at the end of the path.

A large number of black shadows are shaking, gradually approaching the two of them: "This group of ghosts is too weird, and their abilities have never been seen before. Maybe for those alchemy monks in ancient times, they are just little ghosts and demons, but It's a huge problem for us."

"Maybe, the two of us may have to confess here today."

He Qixiu looked a little ugly again.

"We've been together for decades, why aren't you a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, what happened today?" Lu Jin glanced at his old friend, smiled and comforted him: "Besides, I'm not here too. "

"On Huangquan Road, you won't be allowed to walk alone."

"I'm not afraid of death." He Qixiu sighed: "I'm just thinking, if we both die here, who else in the world can cure these ghosts?"

"That old boy Zhang Weina is probably in danger!"

Lu Jin's face was also a little ugly when he heard this.

The matter of life and death is small, but if the evil spirits here are allowed to escape and harm the common people, then it is a big matter!

And the most powerless thing is that the two of them can only watch this happen, but they are powerless to stop it.

During the gap between the words, those shadows were already approaching.

Their faces were dull, their fangs protruded, and the thick yin energy on their bodies even turned into black smoke, billowing up, covering most of the sky above.

There was a biting chill in the air, and a thick layer of frost hung on the withered trees.

All townspeople have turned into zombies.

And behind this group of zombies, followed by a huge number of black shadows, these black shadows floated in mid-air, their bodies were translucent, their facial features could not be seen clearly, only two scarlet eyes could be glimpsed.

His eyes were fixed on He Qixiu and Lu Jin, with greed and malice.

Further back, there is a group of soldiers wearing bronze armor and holding spears, knives and guns, but there is no human body in the armor, but an endless green flame.

Yin soldier!

Logically speaking, when the end of heaven and earth has come, the underworld has already been sealed, not to mention the soldiers of the yin, even the most low-level ghost messengers, it is impossible for them to remain in this yang world.

And without the nourishment of the pure yin energy of hell, it is impossible for the yin soldiers to exist for too long.

And where did these things... come from?

He Qixiu smelled a sense of conspiracy for no reason. He seemed to have stepped into a certain layout unintentionally?

But this time, he had no time to think about it, he took a deep breath, and made a mudra with both hands: "Cheer up."

"Survive through this wave first, what we need to do now is not to find the mastermind behind the scenes. Judging from this battle, the power of the mastermind behind the scenes may far exceed our imagination."

"We are trying our best to resist these sneaky attacks now, and then I will see if we can find the weak point of this enchantment, and then the two of us will work together to force it open. Although the chance is very small, it is always a thought!"

"it is good."

Lu Jin nodded, and his two hands were drawing in mid-air, one after another runes were revealed in the air, shining with light.

"Go out alive, and then unite with the Xuanmen of the world to bulldoze this ghost place!"

.........

Maoshan, the back mountain.

Su Mo sat cross-legged on the bluestone, and a ray of morning light shone down, making the hair on his back crystal clear, like a spar casting, and the hazy white light radiated from his Taoist robe, like a fairy descending into the world.

And in the surrounding area, the flowers and trees are even more lush, all the flowers are in full bloom against the season, and the fragrance of flowers is floating in the air.

Ordinary people only need to take a sip, and they will feel refreshed and fatigue will disappear.

"Meet the Headmaster!"

A young man in Taoist robes who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old saluted respectfully, with a look of devotion and fanaticism on his face.

"Sit down." Su Mo opened his eyes, and it seemed that there was a great glow blooming in his pupils, but all of them were restrained in an instant.

The young man in front of him is Zhou Wenxin, and he is the most talented young man in Mao Shan's generation.

He was an abandoned baby at the beginning, hesitant to be diagnosed with congenital heart disease, so he was abandoned by his parents in front of a family at the foot of the mountain.

It happened that the old Taoist Yunsong returned from his travels, so he picked it up and took it back to Maoshan, where he named it.

I hope he can always ask himself whether he is dedicated to the Tao, whether he can let go of the mortal hatred, and stop resenting his parents back then.

As for heart disease, after only a few years of practicing Qi Dao, Zhou Wenxin has already made some progress, so when the real Qi washes away at his body day and night, the disease will heal without treatment.

As early as when he was ten years old, he had mastered all the techniques of Maoshan.

It's a pity that most of the spells, even the most important part of inheritance, were stolen by the traitor Zheng Zibu back then, taking away his integrity.

Therefore, Yun Song sighed more than once that Mao Shan wasted Zhou Wenxin's talent.

If he put aside his sect opinion, he should have been sent to Longhu Mountain in the first place.

"Tomorrow I will give a lecture in the Chuangong Hall, complete the inheritance that Maoshan should have, and pass on some Qi Dao cultivation techniques that I have figured out by myself. As long as the younger disciples of Maoshan devote themselves to practice, sooner or later they will be able to stand on the Taoist door again. The position of the leader."

"But today I specially asked you to come to the back mountain, do you know why?"

"The head teacher wants to teach me the Dao alone?" Zhou Wenxin was not polite, let alone pretending not to know, and directly expressed his guess.

He has a feeling.

In front of this person who looks very young on the outside, but is actually close to two hundred years old, it is impossible to hide anything.

Those eyes, which are as calm as a pool of water, seem to be able to see through people's hearts and see through all falsehoods in the world!

"It's smart."

Su Mo laughed: "Yun Song said that you are extremely talented. If you were placed in ancient times, you must be a seed of alchemy. Looking at it today, what he said is true."

"It's a pity, but you were born in the end of Dharma."

Zi Xiao once said this sentence to Su Mo.

Su Mo can be regarded as born in the end of the Dharma, and his aura has begun to fade significantly...

Otherwise, if it were placed in the ancient times, with Su Mo's talent and the help of the system, he might be able to climb the Heavenly Immortal Avenue in at most ten years!

Zhou Wenxin's expression was calm: "I didn't feel that there was any pity, but I was very lucky."

"If Elder Yun Song hadn't happened to rescue me back then, brought me back to Maoshan, and taught me the Dao of Qi, maybe I would have died when I was a baby, how could I have the chance today?"

"So, I feel that I am lucky enough, even luckier than more than [-]% of people in this world."

Su Mo's face remained unchanged, but he was a little impressed in his heart.

Sufficient talent, good temperament, in the era of spiritual energy, he is indeed a good seedling for practicing alchemy.

He didn't ask any more questions, and Youyou said, "I asked you to come here because I intend to teach you the method alone."

"Just don't think too much, I don't want to accept you as a disciple, let alone teach you the alchemy, I just want Maoshan to be a representative of the younger generation. So Yun Song recommended you to me. "

"Longhu Mountain has Zhang Lingyu, Zhuge's family has Zhuge Qing, Wudang Mountain has Wang Ye, and Maoshan, if I don't have a young man who can stand on my own, it's a bit outrageous."

"I will start preaching at the Gong Hall at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. You will start tomorrow and wait here at three o'clock in the morning. I will teach you the method alone."

Zhou Wenxin's expression remained unchanged, and even Su Mo could feel that his heart was very calm, but he was filled with a little gratitude.

He cupped his hands and made a salute: "Thank you, Master, for your attention!"

"Ah."

Su Mo nodded slightly, took out an invitation card, and put it in front of him: "This is the invitation card from Luo Tian Dajiao at Longhu Mountain."

"You can go there when the time comes, and also participate in the competition, so that the younger generation of Xuanmen all over the world will remember your name."

"As for Zhang Chulan...you do your best. After defeating him, you should admit defeat."

After all, this Luo Tian Dajiao was actually held for Zhang Chulan alone, so that he could take over the position of celestial master in a legitimate way.

So with such a few rules, Su Mo still intends to abide by them.

It's just that asking Zhou Wenxin to do this is equivalent to brushing off Longhushan's face in public.

But will Longhushan really have face?

Su Mo thought of Zhang Chulan's operations in his previous life... He shook his head and smiled: "Hey, if it wasn't for making people become immortals in the Dharma-ending Era, Longhushan probably wouldn't let him become a celestial master no matter what. "

"Otherwise, those patriarchs will be so angry that they will go down to the realm and clean up the house."

Not to mention his depreciating operations, just the level of identity, in ancient times, it would have been impossible to pass.

Yama, that is a Buddhist.

And Longhushan, as one of the top immortal sects of Taoism, asked Yama to be the celestial master?

If it gets out, I'm afraid it will make all the immortals in the world laugh out loud.

Besides... In ancient times, Yan Luo was really not qualified to be the head teacher of the immortal sect.

The masters are all great masters, and Yama, only with the help of his own god position and the laws of hell, can barely compete with the great masters.

So when the time comes, Zhou Wenxin's move will be nothing.

"Disciple understands!"

Zhou Wenxin nodded, his eyes showed a bit of fiery color.

Zhang Chulan?

It must not be easy for the head teacher to personally roll his name.

I will definitely not let the teacher down!

"Ask Xin, do you know the Eight Miraculous Skills?"

"Know a thing or two." Zhou Wenxin nodded: "It is said that it is the most powerful technique of the eight sects in the world. Anyone who has obtained the eight wondrous skills can stand on the top of the Taoist sect."

"As for Leader He's Wanxiang Tianxin, it is called the Ninth Wonderful Skill, which is not weaker than the Eight Wonderful Skills in the slightest."

"Yes, and neither."

Su Mo said slowly, "Remember one thing."

"The advantage of attacking does not lie in technique, but in Dao, not in law, but in people."

"Believe it or not, Tianshi Zhang in Longhu Mountain today can defeat all eight miracles with just one Golden Light Curse."

Zhou Wenxin suddenly raised his head and looked at the young head teacher in front of him.

What Su Mo said next confirmed his guess.

"What I'm going to teach you next is how to use your own way to overwhelm the world's skills!".

Chapter 833

For the past seven days, Maoshan Mountain has been closed inside and outside, and all tourists are not allowed to climb the mountain. Even several teams sent by the Secret Service Bureau have been stopped outside the mountain gate.

Some team members planned to sneak in secretly, but they were all stopped by Zhou Shanhong.

After all, there were only a dozen people who entered Maoshan that day, and there were many other team members. They didn't know the method of the young head teacher, and they acted a bit abruptly.

In desperation, the people of the special service team could only organize people, seal off the surroundings of Maoshan, and wait for the head teacher to finish his lecture, then enter Maoshan again, and have a good talk with Taoist Yunsong.

Of course, it would be even better if he could meet that head teacher.

But Zhou Shanhong also understood that in his eyes, those gods and the so-called kingdoms had no binding force at all.

All mortals are ants.

So the chances are slim indeed.

.........

Among the back mountains.

Zhou Wenxin sat cross-legged on the stone, and looked the same as before a few days ago, but the breath on his body was already worlds different.

Su Mo's eyes saw through his flesh and blood, and saw the power flowing in his meridians and bone marrow.