Chapter 118: Taoist Priest, can I ask you to be my adopted father?
"Damn it, the dead should just go into the coffin without giving up their evil intentions!"
Maybe it was because there were too many people killed in the Hong Kong Novice Village, or maybe it had just rained heavily and made him covered in mud. When faced with such a vicious creature as a zombie, Cheng Long didn't even have the slightest fear, but instead developed boundless rage.
I saw him fly up and hit the zombie prince in the chest.
This kick did not restrain itself at all, with a terrifying force of sixty or seventy tons, it easily broke through the zombie prince's super defense, and half of his chest was kicked open.
Black pieces of meat, mixed with broken bones, were scattered all over the sky.
Such a violent and bloody scene was jaw-dropping, and made Taoist Master Qianhe, his two young disciples, and all the Qing soldiers tremble with fear.
This...
Who is the zombie with copper skin, iron bones, and infinite strength?
"Hey, you're not dead yet?"
Looking at the zombie prince whose heart he had kicked out, not only was he not dead, but the foul-smelling corpse qi was also gathering in his chest. As he repaired his damaged body, Cheng Long did not hesitate to use the killing technique, with wisps of demonic qi, As the magic power circulates, it spreads to every inch of skin around the body.
The dark eyes of the zombie prince instantly showed unprecedented panic!
It seems that great fear is coming.
"My fellow Taoist, my magic power is so powerful, I can't match it! It's just this color..."
Taoist priest Qianhe's expression was a little messy. He was obviously full of upright magic power, but his color was actually a bit darker than the zombie prince's corpse energy.
Weird! Weird!
"Master, could this senior be the reincarnation of a certain great immortal? Otherwise, how could his magic power be so unpredictable at such a young age?" Xiaodong looked at it with fascination. If he also had such dazzling magic power, how could Xiaonan and Xiaobei have it? Killed by zombies!
"Hush, don't disturb fellow Taoist Cheng from his subjugation of demons."
Qianhe couldn't help but doubt Cheng Long's true identity. This guy was too evil, but he thought about it and couldn't find a suitable suspect.
The gods of the underworld, such as Zhong Kui, Shen Tu and Yu Lei, are all staying well in the underworld.
There are people in the sky and on the ground in Maoshan, and it is difficult to hide some things from them.
Even though it is extremely difficult to get a response from the ancestors in heaven, the ancestors of the various lineages below only need to worship in the morning and evening, and can be invited to help if needed.
If anyone below was reincarnated and re-cultivated, the Patriarch would have told him in a dream.
If you can take the opportunity to bring the reincarnated Yin God's living body into your home, it will be another sweet love.
Therefore, he dared to conclude that Cheng Long was definitely not like Zhong Kui or Shen Tu Yu Lei. As for whether he might be the reincarnation of a higher-level Yin Tianzi, that was not something they were qualified to inquire about.
A person with great supernatural powers at that level, San Mao Zhenjun may not be able to catch wind of it...
"Damn it, where did this 'monster' come from?"
Ten miles away from the high forest, Maoshan Senior Brother Shi Jian, who was wearing a black and white Taoist robe, used the round light technique to see Cheng Long beating the zombie prince violently, and he froze on the spot.
The thick hair of the copper-skinned and iron-boned man could be exploded with his bare hands. The powerful magic power revealed at this time was no better than him, or even worse.
Because the quality of Cheng Long's mana is vaguely much higher.
As the direct disciple of Maoshan, Shi Jian has never been so out of character since his debut.
Cheng Long, who was not particularly good at academics, didn't know that he was being spied on. After his whole body was covered with demonic energy, he caught the zombie prince and beat him up.
Pure cruelty!
The zombie prince's copper skin and iron bones seemed like paper in front of him.
If you rub it, it will hurt, if you knock it, it will break.
Moreover, attacks with demonic energy are like gangrene attached to bones, making zombies miserable.
In just a short moment, the zombie prince was beaten to pieces, with a hole missing here and a half piece missing there. He fell to the ground, not knowing whether to live or die.
boom!
Cheng Long pointed his finger, and a cluster of flames emerged from his fingertips. The flames grew from small to large, and quickly turned into a fireball, which fell on the zombie prince and ignited a raging fire.
At this moment, the zombie prince's body was not only in a state of disrepair, but even his corpse energy had been dispersed.
Facing the fireball technique fired by Cheng Long, even though he was full of obsessions in his heart, he had no choice but to follow the flames and turn into wisps of smoke and fly away with the wind.
"Boom..."
Cheng Long casually shot out a small flame, and the little Taoist boy who was bitten to death by the zombie ignited a raging fire.
Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he turned around and looked at Taoist Master Qianhe.
"Taoist Master Qianhe, your disciple's corpse has changed. Do you mind if I solve it for you?"
"I don't mind, I don't mind."
Taoist priest Qianhe shook his head repeatedly.
It’s burned, what else can I do?
What's more, if a disciple of Maoshan transforms into a corpse, the master or disciple will have to kill him.
It saves trouble to have someone do it for you.
"Taoist Priest, you seem to have been caught too. You don't need to use glutinous rice to remove the corpse poison. After a while, the corpse poison attacks the heart. But don't blame me for being cruel and burning you too."
After killing the zombie king, Cheng Long was in a good mood and joked with great interest.
Killing one Mao Zong is equivalent to killing more than twenty criminals, which is much higher than hunting vixens.
Of course.
The main reason is that the vixen he killed before was not of high moral character. The specific income will be based on the level of moral character. The more powerful he is, the higher the profit will be.
Unfortunately, this time I only have the proceeds from killing, and there is no essence and blood to absorb.
Cheng Long couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
"Fellow Taoist, you are so funny."
Taoist Master Qianhe's face darkened, he then grabbed a handful of glutinous rice, opened his bow left and right, grabbed the glutinous rice with both hands and pressed it to one side of his arms. Chichichi......
When the glutinous rice came into contact with the corpse poison, it made a sizzling sound like burning oil cooking oil. Qianhe grimaced in pain.
"Hey, so and so..."
After everything returned to calm, Wu Shilang, who did not know when he appeared at the entrance of the camp, muttered to Cheng Long: "Come here, I have something to say to you."
Cheng Long turned around and left.
Unexpectedly, Wu Shilang was so stubborn that he led four of the young prince's guards and quickly came to him and said arrogantly: "Hey, are you deaf? I didn't even respond to my call. The young prince has something to say. Tell you, come with me quickly to meet Brother Seventy-One.”
"Not going."
Cheng Long didn't bother to pay attention.
The Qing Dynasty was dead, so he didn't bother to deal with the Manchu survivors.
At this time, Taoist Master Qianhe, who had come over, said: "Fellow Taoist, the young prince is a nice person, why don't we meet him."
"Ask him to speak out if you have anything to say." Cheng Long looked at Wu Shilang and his party quietly.
"You are so brave. You dare to let our young prince come out to see you. Do you really think that with a little ability, you can commit the following crimes?" Wu Shilang's eyes were filled with anger. It is undeniable that their royal family is in decline, but There are still three thousand nails in the broken ship, not to mention the royal nobles who once held the power of life and death.
A little mountain man who had learned some skills from somewhere dared to let the young prince with a body of ten thousand gold come out of the camp to see him. It was simply lawless.
"The next offense?"
Cheng Long smiled coldly.
But just when he wanted to control Wu Shilang and his group and use puppetry to see how many evils these individuals had done, the young prince who heard the commotion timidly walked out of the camp and came to him surrounded by several Qing soldiers.
"Taoist Master, please calm down. I just want to ask you to enter the account. I have no other meaning. If you don't want to, it's the same as talking here." The young prince is polite and treats others with sincerity. He is indeed a good young man. elder brother.
Unfortunately, I was born in the wrong era.
In this era of innovation and change, the decline of the royal family is doomed and no one can change it.
"Little prince, what do you want to talk to me about?"
"Taoist Master, I want to worship you as my teacher. From now on, I will bid farewell to the mortal world and devote myself to cultivating the Tao..."
Brother Seventy-One has long known that he has been abandoned by his family.
Because Uncle Wang was very kind to him during his lifetime and told him many things secretly. He understood that the royal family was not willing to be left alone, so he secretly convened a group of Buddhist and Taoist masters to try to restore him.
He had expected everything that happened tonight.
He thought he would become Uncle Wang's sacrifice, but he didn't expect Cheng Yaojin to appear halfway, giving him hope of living.
If he can worship under Cheng Long's sect and rely on his master's Taoist skills to kill Mao Zheng, the unwilling relatives of the emperor will never dare to continue to harm him.
"Sorry, I have no intention of accepting a disciple."
Cheng Long decisively refused.
He is not afraid of trouble, he just doesn't want to cause trouble. If he is crossing the river by feeling the stones, how can he be qualified to teach others how to cultivate demons? If he teaches a great demon, then all his previous efforts will be in vain.
"So, Taoist Priest, can I ask you to be my adoptive father?"
"Is your mother beautiful?"
Cheng Long joked with interest.
"..."
The younger brother looked confused. What does it have to do with whether his mother is beautiful or not?
"Hey, boy, be careful what you say. How can you covet the princess..." The loyal Wu Shilang stared at Cheng Long with indignation.
Taoist Master Qianhe said at a loss of whether to laugh or cry: "Fellow Taoist, you should not bully your friend's wife, let alone the princess..."
"You're just teasing him. Do you really think I have the leisure to be a foster father?"
Cheng Long glanced at Qianhe angrily, then turned around and left without a trace of hesitation.
The young prince pouted, wanting to stop the other party from forcibly worshiping his adoptive father, but was afraid of offending him, so in the end he could only look at Taoist Master Qianhe with regret.
Qianhe subconsciously took a step back and said with fear: "Young prince, I have no idea of adopting an adopted son. You'd better hire someone else!"
"...Taoist Priest, I just want to worship you as my teacher and seek refuge."
The young prince was too lazy to pretend and stated his intention bluntly. Wu Shilang was frightened when he heard this. It turned out that Brother Seventy-One knew everything.
No wonder the young brother wants to become a disciple and adoptive father.
If the younger brother's plan succeeds, with a fierce person like Cheng Long protecting him, the royal family and nobles will really not dare to make mistakes. Even the successful plans of the royal family may be destroyed one by one.
"What do you mean?"
"Could it be..."
Thinking of the sudden heavy rain just now, Taoist Master Qianhe's pupils shrank and he suddenly woke up: "I just said, why did it rain so suddenly? It turns out that you are responsible for all this, and so many people have died now. , are you satisfied? It’s really your own fault. If it weren’t for Fellow Daoist Cheng, we would all die tonight.”
"And you, give back my disciple's life!"
Look at Wu Shilang suddenly!
Chizuru angrily stretched out a hand, grabbed the opponent's collar, lifted him up in the air, and then slammed him to the ground.
Xiaodong thought about asking the driver for a raincloth in the afternoon, but Wu Shilang said something back, and he felt angry. He stepped forward and stepped heavily on Wu Shilang's head.
(End of chapter)