Chapter 117 Do your best and obey fate
"Fellow Taoist, are you worried about rain on the road? In fact, we have already prepared. If the weather is not right, we will set up camp immediately to prevent the coffin from getting wet."
After Qianhe finished speaking, he turned to look at the four disciples and ordered: "Southeast, Southeast, Northwest, take down the tents and do as I say."
"Yes, Master."
The four little apprentices were very obedient and demolished the tent in a matter of seconds.
When Wu Guanshi saw this scene, not only did he not ask further questions, but he smiled.
Cheng Long noticed his expression and immediately confirmed that the heavy rain in the high woods tonight was no coincidence, but was intentional by the royal family, and Wu Shilang was one of the people who knew about it.
There is a high probability that the young prince does not know the inside story.
Because Brother Seventy-One is most likely a sacrifice chosen by the royal family to sacrifice to the zombie prince.
Zombies will greatly increase their strength by sucking the blood of their loved ones. This is not a secret, any cultivator will understand.
After the zombie prince came out of seclusion, Wu Shilang risked his life to save him. It may be that he suddenly realized his conscience and did not want the young prince to die and become a little zombie who lost his mind and only knew how to kill.
"Uncle, glutinous rice." Jiale ran back holding a small bag of glutinous rice.
Qianhe weighed the weight and said with a smile: "Senior brother, farewell."
“Bon voyage.”
"Uncle Master, walk slowly."
"Amitabha..."
Watching the group of people go away, Cheng Long couldn't help but sigh. Now that the point had been made, Qianhe still chose to dismantle the tent, either thinking about reducing the corpse energy, or else he would be doomed.
Just like in The Romance of the Gods, when disasters happen, even the immortals who are cultivating in the cave will be confused and do some stupid things that lead to death.
Next, Cheng Long only had to wait until dark, then rush to Gaosulin to do his best and obey fate.
Click!
In the evening, with the sound of thunder, the wind suddenly blew loudly between the sky and the earth, and within a few minutes, there was a heavy downpour.
Taoist Master Simu walked to the window with worries and asked worriedly: "I wonder how my junior brother is doing?"
……
Thirty miles away, in the high woods.
The corpse transportation team headed by Brother No. 71 is moving forward with difficulty.
Taoist priest Qianhe looked up at the rapidly darkening sky, and in the blink of an eye it began to rain. He looked in disbelief; "Although the weather in the mountains is changeable, it doesn't change so fast!"< br>
"Master, the ink lines are starting to melt."
Qianhe's disciple Xiaodong noticed that ink began to flow from the bottom of the golden coffin, and his heart suddenly tightened. He felt that something big would happen tonight, and the situation was quite bad.
"Where's the rain cloth?"
"When I was resting in the afternoon, I asked the driver responsible for escorting supplies to pass by, but the black steward on the side suddenly said, don't take the tied things apart, and the driver behind me didn't give it."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Qianhe couldn't help but blame his disciple.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and I don't know how long it will take to set up the tent. Without a raincloth, the ink in the ink bucket net will soon be completely gone.
Boom!
Waves of thunder exploded in the air, getting closer and closer to them.
"What are you waiting for? Go find a raincloth and cover the coffin!"
Qianhe sent away the four disciples and touched the bottom of the coffin solemnly. His hands were suddenly covered with black and red ink, exuding an unpleasant smell.
Fortunately, the four disciples from the southeast and northwest were very reliable in their work. In just a moment, they found a raincloth.
But just when the four people opened the raincloth and prepared to cover it up...
Click!
Suddenly, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, hitting the coffin with great precision. The four soldiers guarding the coffin were suddenly shocked and convulsed by the electricity.
"It's over, now I can't hold the coffin lid down anymore!"
Taoist priest Qianhe's eyes were about to burst. The zombie in the coffin was already very ferocious. This time it was struck by lightning while lying in the coffin, which was equivalent to four soldiers outside helping it survive the lightning disaster.
If it hits the zombie prince directly, he will not die but will be seriously injured.
But now?
He really has no confidence that he can suppress the zombie prince who is about to come out of seclusion!
Because the corpses of zombies who have survived the thunderstorm will grow long hair and transform towards copper skin and iron bones. The more blood they suck, the stronger their bodies will be and their movements will be agile. They can jump from house to tree and jump like flying. Afraid of ordinary fire, but not even afraid of sunlight.
Just thinking about it made Chizuru feel his scalp numb.
I regret it!
Obviously Fellow Taoist Cheng had solemnly warned him, but he insisted on dismantling the tent as if he was possessed by an evil spirit.
Well, just remove the canopy, it's not a big problem.
But they dismantled the tent, but did not prepare a raincloth to deal with the weird and changeable weather in the mountains and forests.
"Crunch, crunch..."
Just when Taoist Master Qianhe was in a daze, the zombie prince in the coffin had already opened his eyes, and his dark and shiny eyes were filled with a faint cold light.
With a harsh sound, the coffin lid was being pushed up by something from the inside out.
"Master, the zombie is holding the coffin, it is coming out."
Xiao Bei, the youngest, lowered his head and saw this scene, and was so frightened that he backed away. He had spent a lot of effort following his master to subdue the zombie king.
At this time, the zombie prince will only become stronger after surviving the thunder tribulation.
"Damn it!"
When Taoist Master Qianhe came back to his senses, he saw a pair of hands covered with black hair, protruding from the gap in the top. He was not afraid of touching the ink net. The ink net washed by the rain was extremely powerful.
"Tie the coffin with big ropes from southeast to northwest."
Give an order.
The four disciples quickly found a rope thicker than their arms and wrapped it around the coffin.
Taoist Master Qianhe immediately slammed the ground, jumped high, landed firmly on the coffin, took the two ends of the thick rope thrown by the disciple, and quickly tied them together. "Pull tight."
"Yes."
With the full cooperation of the five masters and apprentices, the golden coffin that had been pushed out of the gap was closed again.
"Are you calmed down?"
Xiaoxi saw that the coffin suddenly stopped moving, and asked with full hope.
"It's not that simple. Quickly prepare the yellow talisman and chicken blood..."
Taoist Master Qianhe was just about to open the altar to draw talismans and cover the golden coffin with corpse-killing talismans. However, before he could finish his words, he squatted down and felt a terrible impact.
"Boom!"
Qianhe and the coffin lid were thrown away by a terrifying force, and the thick hemp ropes tied up the coffin broke into more than a dozen sections on the spot.
That’s it!
He came out of the coffin suddenly.
The heavy rain also disappeared as the zombie prince emerged from the coffin.
"Ha~~"
With the preemptive gasping sound, the zombie prince lying in the golden coffin, in a way that defied common sense of physics, stretched out his feet and stepped on the end of the coffin, standing upright.
"Ah, zombies, zombies are out, come quickly, protect Brother No. 71..." Wu Shilang didn't know whether he was really afraid or just pretending, but he actually called everyone over.
And he himself sneaked into the camp that had just been set up.
"Set up an array and use ropes to tie up corpses."
The four disciples quickly untied the ropes tied to their bodies, and there were bells hanging at the tails. It looked like magic ropes refined with special techniques. However, these things were tied to the zombie prince and would not play much role at all. The four of them worked together to pull, The zombies were unmoved.
On the contrary, they were grabbed by the zombies and swung backhand by the rope. They flew out one after another like cannonballs.
One of them was particularly unlucky. He hit his head on a stone and his brain exploded on the spot. He was so dead that he couldn't die anymore.
The blood flowing from the corpse inadvertently aroused the ferocity of the zombie prince. It no longer has the leisure and elegance of an eagle playing with a chicken, and only has a violent look in its eyes.
It kicked off its feet, jumped ten meters away, grabbed a little Taoist priest, and bit him on the neck.
"Xiao Bei~~"
Xiaonan was just thrown to death, and Xiaobei was bitten to death soon after. Qianhe Daochang was so angry that he suddenly pulled out the mahogany sword, bit off his index and middle fingers, and wiped them off the blade.
Buzz!
The seemingly ordinary mahogany sword immediately glowed with dazzling golden light after being smeared with blood.
Then, Priest Qianhe held the golden peach wood sword and flew towards the zombie's undefended back.
"Zizi..."
The mahogany sword with a powerful light was inserted into the zombie prince's back. It was like a piece of raw pork with sulfuric acid poured on it, emitting a pungent stench.
This time, the damage value is quite high.
However, he was still not qualified to kill the zombie prince, and instead he was inspired to become even more ferocious.
"Go to hell!"
After a successful blow, Qianzhe wanted to keep up his efforts, but when he pulled out the peach wood sword, the zombie prince turned around and grabbed the peach wood sword.
Sizzling...
Under the influence of corpse energy, the peach wood sword instantly turned into a charred black shape and was severely corroded.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Taoist Master Qianhe decisively abandoned his sword. At the same time, he put his right hand into the bag, grabbed a handful of glutinous rice, and sprinkled it on the zombie prince.
"Bang bang bang..."
The glutinous rice, which tastes very fragrant, has a strong restraint effect on corpse qi, and explodes on the zombies like a goddess scattering flowers.
"Useful!"
Qianhe's eyes lit up, and he quickly grabbed a second handful of glutinous rice and threw it forward.
But this time, the glutinous rice did not play any role.
After one blow.
The zombie prince is actually resistant to glutinous rice!
It's really surprising.
"Ha~~"
The zombie prince exhaled a breath of corpse air, jumped up on the spot, and landed in front of Taoist Master Qianhe.
Chizuru, who missed the opportunity due to a mistake in judgment, was grabbed by the zombies on the spot, unable to move.
Just as he was about to die, a black shadow rushed over like lightning and slammed into the zombie prince.
"Bang!"
The zombie prince and Chizuru, who was caught in its hand, were knocked up and flew up.
While flying, Chizuru was rescued.
But he felt that being rescued would be worse than being bitten on the neck by a zombie and sucking blood, because the moment he was hit, he felt that all 206 bones in his body were broken apart.
Fortunately, the horrific scene of hitting the ground with a thud and vomiting dozens of taels of blood did not happen.
Before it lands.
Qianhe was hugged firmly by Cheng Long who came over, and then put him aside.
"Taoist Master Qianhe, leave the next step to me!"
Cheng Long looked back at the crowd of Qing soldiers outside the young prince's camp and felt quite regretful. After all, he was kind-hearted and came early.
Later, these people will be bitten and they will be killed together. I don’t know how much merit can be accumulated.
But in order to save Qianhe, a pioneer in the Taoist world, he unconsciously speeded up his pace. As a result, only a handful of people have been killed by the zombie prince. He doesn't know if he can still get great merit if he kills them in a while.
(End of chapter)