Chapter 437: The End of the Witch (Part 1)
Four heavy cannons fired in unison, and the shells washed away the ground. In a blink of an eye, not to mention the zombies, the entire military camp was gone, and the ground was covered with dense potholes.
"It's so scary..."
Mao Xiaofang muttered to himself.
"Master, can you block this artillery?" Ah Chu looked sideways.
"I know what you are thinking." Mao Xiaofang said: "Practice Kung Fu is not useless. If you practice Kung Fu well, even if you cannot withstand the artillery attack, at least you have a greater chance of survival."
Looking at the scene in front of you Ruins, Qin Yao silently collected them He fired up the artillery and the ghosts, and counted: "Some zombies have escaped from the military camp, Taoist Master Mao, do you have a spell to summon them back?"
Mao Xiaofang nodded and said, "Yes. Yes, but it's a little more troublesome. You need to go back to Fuxi first. The church brought the ritual altar and opened the altar.”
“Don’t bother, I basically have everything you need to open the altar.”
Qin Yao stuffed the magic spirit bead back into his pocket. Inside, he took out the space bag and summoned one after another from it. There were items such as the law stand, soul-catching bell, peach wood sword, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, runes, copper bells, five directions flags and so on. Finally, he took out an incense burner, lit three sticks of incense and inserted them into the burner. He turned to look at Mao Xiaofang: "Taoist Master Mao, What else is missing? ”
Mao Xiaofang: "..."
I just opened a forum, not to change my destiny!
Responsibly speaking, most of the things on the desktop are not used.
“It’s quite complete, there’s nothing missing.” Under Qin Yao’s sincere gaze, Mao Xiaofang said with a smile.
Qin Yao chuckled, turned around in stride, and got out of the way.
Mao Xiaofang took a breath, walked to the Dharma altar, drew talismans, wrote mantras, and recited scriptures. His words and deeds showed the demeanor of a master.
Western suburbs.
In a cave dimly lit by candlelight.
A total of ninety-nine uniformed zombies closed their eyes tightly and stood still in a pit filled with black fog.
Large swathes of black mist covered their bodies, and wisps of mist poured into their bodies along their nostrils.
In front of the pothole.
Cixi, dressed in fine clothes and elegant, stood beside the sarcophagus, looking down at the nearly a hundred zombies in the pit, and said softly: "Zombie Ancestor, use this taboo method to refine the ninety-nine zombies. Can't he kill Qin Yao even if he turns into a corpse king? "
"I've told you before that it's basically impossible for you to kill him, no matter if you can refine the corpse king or something." Corpse Ancestor said indifferently.
Cixi sighed.
It's just a bad start and encountering a strong enemy. What's more painful is that no matter how extreme or crazy you are, you can't kill the opponent, and you can only compromise in the end.
"What about him?"
"Anyone can be killed except him." Corpse Ancestor said with certainty.
Cixi: "Including Mao Xiaofang?"
"Of course."
The corpse ancestor said: "Now Mao Xiaofang is just a poor man, so it is not difficult to kill him. But he Now that you are relying on Qin Yao, you may not even be able to compete with him after a while.”
Cixi: "..."
Hearing that Mao Xiaofang would have a bright future, Cixi felt even more uncomfortable than losing her own future...
Suddenly.
The uniformed zombies with their eyes closed in the pit all opened their eyes, their upper bodies kept pushing up against the black mist, as if they were jumping based on instinct.
Cixi's heart skipped a beat and she hurriedly asked: "Zizu, what is going on?"
"Someone is summoning these zombies!" Corpse Ancestor said in a deep voice.
"Then what should I do now?" Cixi panicked a little, pretending to be calm, but her eyes flickered uncontrollably.
The Corpse Ancestor: "There is no time left for you to slowly refine the Corpse King. Let's make a blood sacrifice and refine the Corpse King into your clone."
Cixi's expression changed slightly: "If If the clone is killed..."
" The corpse king's clone in the blood sacrifice shares the same will with you. If this will is erased, the consciousness in your body will also die." Corpse Ancestor said coldly: "To put it more simply, the two bodies must be shared. A life.”
Cixi: "..."
"Go back." Corpse Ancestor paused for a moment and advised again: "It's still too late to go back now. A gentleman takes revenge. It's not too late in ten years. I will take you away from here and practice well. If you succeed in your cultivation in the future, you may not be able to bring shame on Qin Yao Yixue today."
Cixi shook her head and said: "That guy made me eat so much. Damn, even if I have to leave, I will leave him with a lesson that he will never forget, and even a scar that will be remembered for a lifetime. Corpse Ancestor, I promise you, when I get rid of the bad breath in my heart and my thoughts are clear, I will let you go. Let’s go into seclusion together.”
After saying this, she jumped down into the hole resolutely without waiting for Corpse Ancestor’s reaction, and soon there were bursts of shrill screams.
"Extreme extremes may open a road to life and death, but most people will go to eternal damnation." Corpse Ancestor sighed and murmured: "Why bother?"
He lived for many years and realized a truth: as long as you can outlast all your opponents, you are the biggest winner.
So far, he has defeated countless powerful enemies and defeated countless geniuses. Only he is still alive in this world, traveling around and understanding nature. Who can say that he is not a winner?
Unfortunately, shallow words and deep insights cannot persuade extreme people. When a person is blinded by hatred, it is useless no matter how many truths you tell her.
I can only hope that she can still be alive after this fall. Only after experiencing life and death can we wake up! !
In front of the throne.
Mao Xiaofang, who was chanting a spell and casting a spell, suddenly trembled, covered his chest with his hands, leaned forward, opened his mouth and spat out a stream of blood.
Qin Yao's face tightened: "Taoist Master Mao?"
Mao Xiaofang straightened his chest silently, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Those zombies are not running around, they are all with Cixi, they The spell broke my spell!"
Qin Yao suddenly remembered the yin and yang corpses refined by Wata and said: "They are most likely practicing corpses reserved by Cixi! We cut the neck of the corpse troop before it could be resurrected. Maybe she wants to build another troop?"
Mao Xiaofang stood up slowly and took out a compass from the gray cloth bag that he was holding across his body, solemnly. Said: "The zombie ancestor can hide the secret of Cixi, but he can't hide the secret of all zombies. If we look for it now, the possibility of finding it is extremely high."
Qin Yao hesitated and said: "Your body..."
Mao Xiaofang felt warm in his heart, shook his head and said: "I'm fine, I'm just slightly injured. Ah Hai, Ah Chu, you don't want this battle. Follow along so that we don’t distract you anymore.”
The two disciples: “…”
This is very worrying!
Late night.
Mao Xiaofang, holding a sword in his right hand and a compass in his left hand, first came to a big mountain. He looked down at the compass, then looked up at the mountain wall covered with vines in front of him, and breathed in: "This should be here."
Qin Yao's imperial sword cut off the vines hanging on the mountain wall in the air, and a cave nearly two meters high suddenly appeared in front of them.
"Isn't this cave a trap?" Mao Xiaofang said: "It makes me feel very scared."
Qin Yao grabbed the flying sword that flew back and looked at it. After confirming that the distance between the suspended cave and the ground was not a height that artillery could reach, he said with disappointment: "It's a pity that we can't fire a few cannons first to explore the way..."
"It's not impossible to fire." Athens Na suddenly said.
Qin Yao: "???"
Athena said calmly: "Give me a cannon and I'll carry it up. Wouldn't it be over if you let those ghosts load and fire the cannon in mid-air?"
Qin Yao was slightly startled. OK.
It seems that his thinking has been imprisoned by so-called common sense.
Who says field guns can't be carried and used?
Most people can't bear it just because they are not strong enough.
“Boom, boom, boom.”
In the blink of an eye, the thin girl in battle clothes flew into the sky holding a cannon with both hands, and the muzzle of the cannon was pointed in the direction of the cave; several red-clothed evil spirits Flying in mid-air, controlling the artillery, firing one shot after another towards the cave.
However, the strange thing is that the cannon made a sound when it was ejected from the chamber, but after flying into the cave, it seemed to disappear out of thin air, without any life.
"Stop!"
After firing twelve cannons in a row, Qin Yao raised his right hand and said loudly.
The evil ghosts quickly dispersed as they ordered and forbade them. The girl in the suit dropped down holding the cannon, and gently placed the heavy cannon body on the ground, as if it was a light weight.
Mao Xiaofang paused slightly, raised his eyes and said: "Taoist Master Qin, I'll go in and take a look, you stay outside to take care of me."
Qin Yao shook his head: "Taoist Master Mao, our last The powerful enemy is not Cixi, but the Zombie Ancestor. God knows what kind of trap this guy has prepared for us. Breaking in at this time is far more dangerous than waiting for them to refine the zombie and come out on your own. "
Mao Xiaofang had a firm look on his face: "I understand, that's why I said I should go in and take a look myself. I can't just do nothing and just wait outside."
Qin Yao recalled the plot of the original work and went crazy Turning his mind, he suddenly remembered someone: "I have a way!"
"What way?" Mao Xiaofang asked.
“You can’t say it, it won’t work if you say it.”
Qin Yao cupped his hands and said: “Taoist Master Mao, wait a moment, I’ll be back as soon as I go...”
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In the blink of an eye, nearly an hour passed.
Under Mao Xiaofang's eager gaze, Qin Yao flew up through the air with a child wearing a dragon robe on his shoulders, and landed at the foot of the mountain.
"Xiao..." Mao Xiaofang said.
"Shh."
Qin Yao put down the child and made a silent gesture towards Mao Xiaofang. He immediately lost his temper and shouted towards the cave: "Cixi, come out and take a look. I'll Who brought it to you?”
In the cave, in the mist pit, a beautiful face slowly emerged.
"Don't care what he says, you continue to refine yours." Corpse Ancestor warned.
Cixi nodded and was about to bury his head when he suddenly heard the man outside shouting: "Cixi, do you even care about your grandson?"
Cixi was stunned for a moment. , turned his head to look outside the cave, a red light flashed in his eyes, Sure enough, I saw a piece of yellow dragon aura...
Just like a street kid who can't resist the call of a bare-legged girl, a rapist can't control the passion in his heart, even if he knows it's wrong, and even extremely The serious consequences are still heading towards the abyss uncontrollably.
After regaining consciousness, Cixi muttered the word "grandson" and her body slowly rose from the fog pit.
“What are you doing?” Corpse Ancestor shouted sharply.
"I want to save my grandson, but he is in the hands of bad people." Cixi said.
"That's not your grandson!" Corpse Ancestor shouted: "This is the Republic of China, how can your grandson still be a child?"
Cixi looked at the sarcophagus with firm eyes and said : "But I clearly saw the yellow dragon aura outside. This is the imperial aura of my Qing Dynasty. I will definitely not be mistaken."
Corpse Ancestor: "..."
" Corpse Ancestor, it is very likely that this is the only relative I have in this world." Cixi said with a pleading face.
The Corpse Ancestor was helpless: "I have only heard that people are obsessed with ghosts, but I have never heard that zombies are also obsessed with ghosts. Cixi, you have refused to listen to advice again and again. I am afraid that you will not have a good end."
Cixi didn't know how to reply to him, so she said: "I'll go out and take a look first. If that dragon aura has nothing to do with me, Qing Dynasty, I will never take the risk."
Corpse Ancestor: "That's fine, you can take care of yourself. ”
Cixi flew out of the cave and whizzed down in front of everyone. She looked intently at the child controlled by the evil man and suddenly became dazed.
Like.
So much alike.
This child is exactly the same as the grandson in his memory, and the dragon energy in his body comes from the same source as their Qing Dynasty.
"Cixi, do you know who he is?" Qin Yao patted Xiao Xiami's head in front of him and shouted in a low voice.
He remembered that in the original work, when Cixi saw Xiao Xiami for the first time, she regarded him as her grandson, raised him in an ancient tomb, and loved him in every possible way, so he just thought of it and returned to the town to ask Xiao Xiami for help.
Even, in order for Xiao Xiami to pretend to be more realistic, he went to the theater to buy a small opera robe for him. After dressing up, he hurried over with him in his arms.
"Grandson..."
Cixi's long hair suddenly fluttered in the wind, and her body slowly rose: "Bring back the grandson of the Ai family."
Qin Yao picked up the shrimps with both hands, turned around and threw them to Mao Xiaofang. With his feet in the air, he drew out the God-Beheading Sword in mid-air and shouted: "If you want your grandson, get through me first!"
From the beginning to the end, he had the idea of using shrimps to lure Cixi, but he had no intention of using shrimps to threaten the other party.
First of all, they are now in the upper hand, and he doesn't bother to humiliate his personality in such a despicable way. Secondly, Cixi must not be sure of her thoughts. After all, this woman is not a good person. If the threat fails, how can she still break the pot?
He asked Xiao Xiami to help, not to bring him here to abuse him!
Speaking of which, Cixi’s trump cards were exhausted last time. Now, while her injuries have not yet recovered, she forced herself to use blood sacrifice to cultivate a clone of the Corpse King, losing at least 40% of her strength. As for those who haven't passed the hundred moves, they begin to be stretched thin, focusing on one thing and losing on the other.
“Zizu, help me!”
She had no choice but to shout again.
"Alas..."
In the cave, the Corpse Ancestor sighed with emotion and pointed at the foggy pool, and a two-meter-tall giant flew out of the pool.
"It is difficult to achieve great things with the kindness of a woman. Cixi, this is the last time I will help you."
The corpse ancestor said, the coffin lid opened slightly, and the flying A black stone the size of a date came out and slammed into the chest of the giant corpse.
"Thank you, Corpse Ancestor." Cixi didn't hear Corpse Ancestor's muttering to herself, but suddenly found that she had an extra field of vision. She quickly controlled the giant corpse and bowed deeply to Corpse Ancestor, then turned around and jumped out of the cave.
"Boom!"
When the giant corpse fell into the cave, he punched the bright blade of the God-Slaying Sword, replacing Cixi's position.
Cixi stood up and rushed towards Mao Xiaofang with all her strength, her body almost turning into an afterimage.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.”
Athena flew up and shot an arrow, which shot out like a rainbow, blocking Cixi's path.
Unexpectedly, the old witch seemed to be crazy. She refused to avoid the arrows that were coming at speed. She endured the consequences of being shot with several bloody holes in her body and forced her way to Mao Xiaofang. He stretched out his hand to grab the child he was protecting by his legs...
(End of this chapter)