Chapter 68 Black Armored Corpses
The number of these armored corpses is staggering. Wearing armor, they feel no pain and keep charging forward. Although Taoist Priest Wu Yazi and the others in front could temporarily block the armored corpses, they were unable to effectively destroy these armored corpses. This caused more armored corpses to bypass them and attack the crowd. The situation that the camouflage men had sacrificed their lives for had also changed. As it gradually tilted, when flesh and blood were flying, the younger generations of various factions who had not experienced these things and had no Taoist skills had already panicked. Only a few people like Mo Li were still fighting against the armored corpses.
The old man grabbed a camo who was already bleeding and was about to die with the armored corpse. He kicked the armored corpse in front of him away. He sighed. This spell will be recognized. If you recognize it, you may be recognized again. He had to face the pursuit of those people in front of him. But if you don't cast a spell, you can't just watch these young people die. Apart from anything else, the camouflage people are too young, and basically none are over thirty.
"The Emperor Xuanwu is in front of us, gods return to the temple, ghosts return to the graves, demons and monsters return to the mountains and forests, the Xuanwu Emperor is as anxious as the law!"
The old man threw out a piece of "Xuanwu Exorcism" Talisman", the illusion of the Xuanwu divine beast really appeared above the crowd. The Xuanwu in the illusion raised his neck and roared. All the armored corpses in the crowd, including those who were fighting with the masters, were knocked away and lay on the ground struggling to get up. However, the old man seemed to be having a hard time, as his face turned from rosy to pale.
The masters in front were temporarily free and turned to look at the old man. The various angry looks were not because the old man was robbing monsters, but because he remembered the things the old man had done to them in the past.
"Um, how are you guys doing lately?" The old man looked at the experts who glared at him and said hello awkwardly.
Taoist Priest Wu Yazi did not speak, but his inner strength continued to be exposed, and his momentum continued to rise. It was even larger than the battle against the armored corpse just now. He stared at the old man and walked slowly towards him.
Celestial Master Zhang Daozi didn't say anything, but the hand holding the pen had blue veins visible, and he looked very hard, and he walked slowly towards the old man.
Master Wuming didn't smile either. He stared closely at the old man. Not only did he see the beads in his hand, he also took out an alms bowl from his arms and held it in his hand.
Feng Shui master Wu Yicheng smiled, but his smile was ferocious. This old man finally let him see it.
"Old bastard, you will harm my junior brother at your own risk." Master Juewen was more direct. He roared and rushed over.
Taoist Priest Qingyunzi is also a scammer. Logically speaking, the old man is his senior brother, so he has to come and help, but he doesn’t! Taoist Master Qingyunzi looked left and right, and shouted: "Hey, Madman Qing, I will do justice for heaven today and destroy you!" He also rushed up with a sword.
The old man took one look at the armored corpse and ran away, with all the masters chasing after him. Mo Li didn't dare to participate. Firstly, she didn't have enough strength. Secondly, she couldn't participate in the elders' affairs. Also, they wouldn't really do anything to the old man. At most, they would just beat him up to vent his anger.
The old man ran and shouted:
"Shameless old Taoist, didn't I just take some lotus seeds from your Quanzhen sect and win some magic weapons? Why don't you (this old man) mock Taoist Wu Yazi as Wu Yazi, so he nicknamed him Wu" "Child Taoist Master"
"You call it taking, you call it stealing! That magic weapon is second only to the treasure of the Zhen Sect. You bully my junior fellow apprentice and take it away. Needless to say, old thief." , take your life." Taoist priest Wu Yazi chased at a faster speed.
"Zhang Daozi, I am in a hurry to urinate, why don't you solve it in the main hall? Do you have a deep hatred?"
"Old thief Qingfengzi, are you still a Taoist disciple? You dare to make it convenient for the main hall. , Since the Patriarch won’t strike you with lightning, I will kill you today!” Master Zhang Daozi drew a huge talisman while chasing him.
"Wuming Bald Donkey, I told you I was joking. I just found two girls to scare you. Who knew they would seduce you"
"Shut up!" Master Wu Ming popped out a Buddhist bead and exploded next to the old man with a "boom" sound.
"Juewen, you stupid ass, I already told you that Jueyuan's death had nothing to do with me. Jueyuan became a demon. He begged me to help kill him. I will prove it to you when I have time." Look." The old man turned around in a hurry and exchanged palms with Master Juewen, using his strength to close the distance again. "Okay, I believe you for the time being. I hope you can provide evidence in the future, otherwise I will never let you go in the Vajra Temple." Master Juewen stopped chasing.
“Wu Yicheng, Blind Wu, you said you didn’t blame me for having diarrhea last time, why are you chasing me?”
“There are only two of you and me in the tomb. If it wasn't you, could it be that the zombie would still take laxatives?" Wu Yicheng took advantage of the old man to turn around and look behind him, activated the compass, and a burst of dazzling light almost lit up the old man's eyes.
"Qingyunzi, you ignored the friendship between brothers and attacked me. Be careful, I stole your green sword and sold it for scrap metal."
Taoist priest Qingyunzi fell to the ground with a bang. "Ouch, ouch, my ankle is sprained, you continue." A dignified Taoist master, falling on the ground does not count, but his ankle is sprained, Oscar winner level.
Taoist Priest Wuyazi and the others didn't care about Qingyunzi's tricks and were still chasing the old man hard. At this moment, all the coffin lids of the eight black coffins flew out, as if they had been kicked away by a strong force.
In each coffin, there are zombies wearing black armor sitting up. These black-armored zombies are different from the armored zombies. They are wrapped in black armor and wear black helmets on their heads. Only a pair of scarlet red ones. eyes looking outside. Black energy lingered around them, and there seemed to be roars of wronged souls, indicating that these black-armored corpses were killers who claimed more than a hundred lives during their lifetimes.
The old man and the others stopped and looked at these black-armored corpses with solemn expressions. They were facing a formidable enemy, but they could still tell the difference between them.
"Qing crazy old thief, do you have any way to deal with them?" Taoist Priest Wuyazi looked at the old man and asked. Although he could chase the old man, he knew that the old man's strength was unfathomable, although he didn't know why he was sometimes so strong. Sometimes the strength is high but the strength is low, but experience and so on are not something they can compare to.
“These are generals who volunteered to be buried with them. Their souls were sealed into the armor by an expert’s spell. They are not ordinary zombies. They should be able to use some of their own combat skills. The most important thing is that they are wearing The armor seems to be forged from hundreds of steel refinements. If you can't break the armor, you won't be able to kill them," the old man said with a solemn expression. He had only encountered this kind of corpse once, and he almost died.
"Wu Ming Bald Donkey, have you brought the Buddhist monk's relics with you?" The old man thought for a moment and turned around and asked. Because he seemed to remember that these black-armored corpses were afraid of the eminent monk's relics, so he ran out that time relying on Jue Yuan's relics.
"No, the relics are all placed in the pagoda of the temple to suppress evil spirits. How could a poor monk carry them with him?" Master Wuming replied.
"How about you sit down and become one now?" The old man looked at Master Wuming and said hesitantly.
"Eat the old man with an alms bowl." Master Wu Ming picked up the alms bowl and was about to hit the old man.
"Okay, okay, what's going on, why don't you think of a solution quickly?" Wu Yazi dissuaded.
Master Wu Ming angrily put down the alms bowl in his hand and recited the meditation mantra over and over again. Since he met the old man, his meditation practice for decades has repeatedly failed.
The giant coffin on the dome shook, and the surrounding iron chains continued to shake, making bursts of rattling sounds.
All eight zombies in black coffins stood up and walked out of the coffins step by step. Only zombies in the form of Mao Zong and the Corpse King can walk like humans.
(End of this chapter)