Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

Zhou Wenxin laughed: "Because the head teacher is not here for the time being, we need to shoulder the responsibility."

"Cultivation is also cultivating the mind. Only when you have a clear conscience can you make progress in the Dao."

"Besides, as far as I know, Zhang Lingyu and Zhang Chulan from Longhu Mountain, Wang Ye from Wudang Mountain, Zhuge Qing from the Zhuge family, as well as the younger generations from the various sects, and even the older generations have all descended from the mountain. Demon."

"Our Maoshan is now one of the leaders of the Taoist sect, so we must not lag behind others."

Yun Song finally stopped talking, and just said: "You are the greatest hope of Maoshan's younger generation, you must pay attention to your own safety."

"I understand."

Zhou Wenxin stood up: "Deputy Headmaster, Maoshan Mountain will be entrusted to you. Disciple Wenxin will go down the mountain after lunch."

The same scene happened in almost all Xuanmen or aristocratic families.

It is precisely because of these Xuanmen's moves that the pressure on the Secret Service was finally reduced a lot.

At the same time, the Ren Group.

Ao Li was dressed in a Tang suit, sitting on the grand teacher's chair, his eyes were wide open, and he showed an aura of calm and prestige.

A junior stood in front of him, lowering his head and reporting various things that happened in the mortal world recently.

Although this junior looks very young, he only looks about 30 years old.

But the actual age is already over [-] years old.

It was one of the big monsters who returned from the other side of the ocean back then, and his body was cultivated to refine Qi and transform into a god, corresponding to the realm of transformation among monsters.

"What do you say outside the customs?" Ao Li suddenly interrupted the report.

The junior thought for a while, and then reported truthfully: "The outside of the pass is more chaotic than the Central Plains."

"After all, there are many mountains and forests, sparsely populated, and insufficient yang energy, so the frequency of sneaking is much higher than that in the Central Plains."

"Thus, those families outside the pass have all been mobilized to try their best to quell the chaos outside the pass."

"So, they have no time for other things at the moment, and they have no way to send extra forces to the Central Plains to help the Secret Service gang suppress the world."

Ao Li nodded slightly.

The sneaky forces revived outside the customs are powerful, and some of them even surpass the scope that ordinary aliens can deal with.

However, the ancestors of those families were all in the peak realm of refining Qi and transforming into gods, so it was easy to deal with a few sneaks.

It's just that those old guys of them all need to sit in the family to prevent accidents, so it is impossible to leave at all.

After all, it was just one of Su Mo's successors.

"Old ancestor." The junior looked at Ao Li's face and said hesitantly, "Then our side..."

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Su Mo has disappeared for more than three years.

It was Ao Li who signed the blood contract with Su Mo, but these juniors did not sign the blood contract.

Therefore, although he was in awe of Su Mo deep in his heart, he could not be said to be absolutely loyal.

Nowadays, the only great Daoist in the world is missing, and nine out of ten are going to cross the catastrophe of the immortals.

They are still very aware of the danger of the Great Tribulation of the Celestial Immortals. If they fail to do so, their body will die and their Dao will disappear, and their whole body will be turned into ashes of the Tribulation.

At that time, his ancestor will be the Great Demon King at the peak of the Earth Immortal.

Don't you want to overwhelm the world and be invincible?

Therefore, there are many juniors of the Flood Dragon Clan, and naturally they have thoughts that they shouldn't have.

"Ok?"

Ao Li stared at the middle-aged man in front of him.

The junior froze, and a look of fear appeared on his face.

Fortunately, this coercion only lasted for a few tens of seconds before dissipating.

But this junior was still drenched, as if he had just crawled out of the water.

......................................

Ao Li withdrew his gaze, but his tone was calm but filled with fierceness: "Don't have thoughts that you shouldn't have."

"Order it down, let the little ones put their minds back and suppress their temper."

"It's only been a few hundred years, and you've forgotten the great real man who killed the world with a sword with an iron sword?"

"Great Master Su's skills are stronger than that Great Master back then. How dare you dare to be afraid? Do you really dislike your own life span?"

Ao Li paused.

He glanced at the shivering young man on the opposite side, and said with a sneer: "Let the little ones be born to help the Secret Service, suppress those restless evil spirits, and help the world and save the people."

"In addition, you must have a good attitude. If you let me know who is bullying others outside, I will take your skin off!"

After the words fell, the junior suddenly trembled, and hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Old Ancestor, I understand."

"I will personally watch this matter, and I will never fight against the Secret Service and the Xuanmen of the world!"

"Yeah." Ao Li waved his hand: "Go and do it."

"Yes."

The junior bowed his hands and hurriedly left the office.

After a long time.

Then Ao Li stood up slowly and walked to the French window.

He looked at the tall buildings outside, with a look of worry on his face.

Youyou sighed: "Su Zhenren, the old man's wealth and life are all on your body."

"This heavenly catastrophe, if you pass through it, then the old man will be lifted up. If you can't make it through, the old man will also be dissipated along with you."

That's right, after signing the blood contract, this is the effect.

If one day Su Mo's soul flies away, Ao Li will follow suit.

On the contrary, if something happened to Ao Li, Su Mo would not be affected in the slightest.

But there is no way, the situation is stronger than people.

Back then when Su Mo came to him with a sky-high cultivation, would he dare not agree?

If you really don't agree, maybe more than 100 years ago, there would have been no Jiaolong clan!talent.

Chapter 857

The whole world is surging with the opening of the Tianxia Xuanmen.

But this is not a bad thing, at least for ordinary people, it is not a bad thing.

Frequent monster wounding accidents began to decrease significantly, and those who were so busy and dizzy, even the Secret Service members who suffered heavy casualties because of encountering powerful monsters, became much more relaxed.

It's just that correspondingly, the practice world is gradually becoming known to ordinary people.

It is common to see powerful aliens arresting and sneaking in the city.

This is also quite a headache for the Secret Service.

After all, what they want most is order.

But in today's environment, it is absolutely impossible to be as orderly as before.

Zhang Lingyu may have her own pride, so after going down the mountain, she didn't meet Zhang Chulan and others, but embarked on the journey alone.

Zhou Wenxin went to pay a visit to a group of old people in the practice world first.

After all, his status is different now.

Su Mo is not here, he and Yun Song represent Mao Shan's attitude.

It's just that, although the world is still crowded with people, everyone's thoughts are on that great real person.

Disappeared for three full years.

Some people said that he was like those great masters in ancient times, who ascended to the sky, abandoned this world, and went to the real world of immortals and gods.

There are also gossips that this great person has reached the final step and is going through the catastrophe in the depths of the starry sky.

Maybe one day, when we meet again, we will no longer be called Dazheng, but will be called Xianjun!

Maoshan, the back mountain.

Thousands of meters underground.

The bronze hall stands in the mud. Outside the hall, countless runes flicker, and the powerful force pushes away all the mud, creating an empty environment.

At the same time, it also shields all outside investigations, unless the other party also has the power of a real person.

In the Bronze Hall.

Two women with beautiful faces sat cross-legged, one was wearing a white robe, her face was calm, and her temperament was as quiet as an exiled fairy.

The other was dressed in a red robe, with long and narrow eyes, even with his eyes closed, there was a natural and charming look on his face.

At this moment, the pupils of the two women suddenly trembled slightly, but they still did not open after all.

In the void of chaos.

A man in Taoist robes with a handsome face like a fairy sat cross-legged, his eyes were closed, and his brows were deeply frowned.

Beside him, the blood-red yin fire is like an ocean, covering the sky and covering the sky, as if it will be completely submerged in the next moment!

The flames were scorching, but the corners of the man's clothes could not see the slightest trace of scorching.

Even the wandering skeletons around them didn't disappear.

Yinhuo, one of the three major disasters of the Heavenly Tribulation.

What burns is not the outside, but the heart!

If you can't make it through, the three souls and seven souls will be wiped out, but the body and clothes will be preserved intact.

Then it was turned into ashes by the next catastrophe.

This is also the origin of the ash.

The soul is gone, but in the flesh and blood, the great master's power can barely be preserved, so the ashes of the great master also have inexplicable power.

At the beginning, the Zou family relied on these ashes to run rampant in the Ghost King Mountain, but it was a pity that they met Su Mo.

And the man who crossed the catastrophe in front of him was also Su Mo.

Around him, most of the skeletons floating in the bloody sea of ​​Yin fire belonged to some ancient gods.

In ancient times, a great war broke out between the heavenly immortals and those innate gods for the power of the Three Realms.

The world almost collapsed, and the world was reshaped.

As a last resort, Sanqing came forward to mediate.

And the bones of the gods that fell in that war were almost all scattered in this chaos, no one restrained them, and they would not decay.

No one knew that at this moment, Su Mo's mind was no longer here.

.........

The sky is like water, and few clouds can be seen.

In the breeze, a little Taoist priest who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old was wearing a gossip robe, holding a Taoist scripture in his hand, and was reciting while riding on the back of a little donkey.

The little Taoist priest looks handsome and elegant. If it weren't for the Taoist robe and the combed Taoist bun, anyone would think that he is the eldest son of a wealthy and noble family.

"Ugh......"

Su Mo put down the book and looked at the sky with confused eyes: "I had that weird dream again."

In the dream, he was not a little Taoist priest who had just stepped into the path of cultivation.

It's a true disciple of a great sect called Maoshan, or in other words, has taken over the head of the sect.

Moreover, his own cultivation is not only at the Bigu state, but also a great real person at the state of refining the emptiness and the Tao!