My Taoism comes from the world of myths and monsters

Tielan Mountain is covered with dark clouds, gloomy and silent.

goo goo...

The partridge screamed wildly in the treetops, and the green eyes shone with a human light.

Whoa!
At this time, a strange wave struck, and the partridge fluttered away in fright.

After a while, the partridge fell to the ground. Upon closer inspection, the partridge turned into a mummified corpse for no reason, as if its essence and blood had been sucked dry by something.

Bang bang bang!
Suddenly, the ground on the top of the mountain broke open continuously, and black shadows jumped out one by one.

In just one breath, hundreds of black shadows stood straight on the ground.

If you look closely, you can see that each face is black and blue, with exposed fangs and long black hair.

The lowest strength here is Mao Zang, that is, the cultivation base around Danjie.

There are many zombies flying in the sky.

The lowest cultivation base of flying zombies is Zifu, and there are more than 20 of them here, and some of them have elastic skin, obviously living.

They all looked up at the sky at the same time, facing the bright moon, straightened their hands, and bowed again and again.

Zombies worship the moon!

The essence of the lunar yin on the fifteenth day of the seventh month is very pure, coupled with the power of the seven stars, breathing one night today is comparable to decades of hard work.

"Ah……"

A low muffled hum spread all over the place.

At this time, all the zombies lowered their heads and leaned over.

call!
The dark wind howled, and the black mist gathered into a two-foot-tall zombie.

This zombie has skin as black as steel, fangs as sharp as daggers, red eyes, and two short black dragon horns on its forehead.

Drought!

It is said that if the flying zombie exceeds a certain level, it can become a drought, which is characterized by the growth of visions that are different from zombies.

This dragon-horned scorpion is the leader of this group of zombies.


Zombies are done worshiping the moon, and the world will usher in a massacre next.

The lowest cultivation level of Hanba is Yuanshen, and it has the ability to affect the weather of thousands of miles. It is not a big problem to slaughter the city casually.

Deep in the dark jungle.

A pair of master and apprentice looked at all this. The master had a face with Chinese characters, which looked dusty, and his eyebrows were thick, as if they were connected in a line.

Apprentice looks a little silly, not smart enough.

The compass in Master's hand kept turning, as if it was about to explode in the next second.

"Master, there are a lot of zombies, let's run."

The apprentice's face turned pale, and his legs were limp.

"Nonsense, do you think I can beat it?"


Daoist Lin Zhen glared at his apprentice, and said, "Drought demon is a thing that has been frozen for thousands of years, and even celestial masters are afraid of it. Hurry up and notify County Magistrate Zhang to let all the people evacuate."

After all, Daoist Lin Zhen stepped back step by step, keeping his eyes on the situation ahead, for fear that the zombies would pay attention to this side.

I must not be able to beat these zombies, he is just a little Taoist priest who got the inheritance by accident, how could he beat such a noble and decent existence that would be difficult for him.

It's better to inform the people to evacuate, and take away one by one before the end of the zombie moon worship.

Taoist Lin Zhen and the county magistrate have always known each other, and the other party should believe his words.

The two gradually left.

If nothing else, accidents will happen.

"oops!"

Suddenly, the apprentice tripped over a branch and couldn't help making a sound.

Daoist Lin Zhen stepped forward and covered his apprentice's mouth, but it was too late, Longjiao Hanba's eyes looked over from a distance of ten miles.

"Oh? Monk? Not bad."

Longjiao Hanba made a hoarse voice.

Swish!
With a flash, Longjiao Hanba appeared in front of the two of them.

"It's over!"

Facing the overwhelming coercion, Daoist Lin Zhen couldn't exert any strength at all, so he could only close his eyes and wait for death.

"Ahhh!!"

Suddenly, a warm coercion hit.

Only the tragic howling of Longjiao Hanba could be heard in my ears.

Lin Zhen opened his eyes, only to see that it was daytime, and a golden sun hung in the sky.

White smoke came out of Longjiao Hanba's body.

"Damn it! Give it to me!"

Longjiao Hanba let out a roar, and hundreds of zombies rushed towards the sun angrily.

Most of them turned into ashes before they even reached the ground, and a few touched the sun, and heard the sound of swords being unsheathed, and the zombies were ripped apart.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Daoist Lin Zhen said in surprise.

What a strong monk!
At this moment, Longjiao Hanma finally adapted to the sunlight.

"Roar!!!"

The magic was overwhelming, and countless black smoke dragons flew out of its mouth.

The smoke dragon covered the golden light and covered hundreds of miles of land. With the magic thought of withering everything, the grass and trees withered and emitted black smoke, and turned into a smoke dragon.

The smoke dragon gathered on Longjiao Hanba again, and in an instant, the Hanba disappeared, replaced by a black dragon.

Hanba doesn't necessarily only have the ability to drought, but it's just a habit of calling it that.

This black dragon has the magical power to make thousands of miles of land lose its vitality.

The moment the black dragon appeared, it was followed by a huge golden gossip.

This is Mao Zhong's gossip soul.

The gossip shoots out eight golden lights, which form a cage to trap the black dragon.

The black dragon crazily hit the pillars of the Xiantian Eight Diagrams Formation.

Bang bang bang!
The pillars started to break.

"What a powerful force."

On the sun jade chariot, Mao Zhong said in surprise.

Hanba really didn't get his name for nothing, King Kong is not bad, supported by a steady stream of magic energy, his flying speed is also fast, and there are continuous bonuses from the Seven Stars, which give this guy a steady stream of motivation.

If you rely on yourself alone, you may not be able to win this guy.

Once the Hanba is allowed to run out, the people will be devastated.

But with the addition of Song Lin, it's almost safe to win.

Song Lin took out the pure yang golden fire lamp, and the golden light kept dissipating the demonic energy of Hanba.

In this way, one of the two maintained the formation, the other weakened it with golden fire, and finally put the Hanba into the celestial burial coffin, but Song Lin did not let the celestial burial coffin absorb the power of the zombies.

"Let's refine the Hanba into Dao soldiers."

"It's a bit difficult, you may have to be careful about backlash."

"It's okay."

Song Lin's own pure Yang Yuanshen was able to overcome this thing.

At this time, the two also found two masters and apprentices.

"Thank you god for saving your life."

Daoist Lin Zhen stepped forward to salute.

"Courage is commendable, yes, who did you learn from?"


"I don't have a teacher here."

"Huh? Didn't have a teacher to practice alchemy? That's right, do you want to come to Chunyang Sect? Would you like to be the third disciple of this seat?"

Song Lin admired this person very much. He is middle-aged, but he has a sense of justice that cares for the world. This kind of disposition is rare.

"Disciple pays respects to master!"

Lin Zhen bowed down.

Another big demon was killed and everyone went back to repair, and Mao Zhong went to retreat to practice drought.

Unfortunately, there is no whereabouts of the Tiger Talisman Key.

While Song Lin was cultivating supernatural powers, he occasionally released the alchemy furnace to help Chi You refine the two medicinal powers.

Chi You can wake it up at any time, but it will waste Hedao's power.

After thinking about it, Song Lin summoned the Bagua Furnace to reproduce the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir.

Facts have proved that with the blessing of the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir, the progress of one's comprehension will be much faster.

Moreover, the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir can be used by members of the Dao League to restore the lost vitality.

"Yuzheng, prepare the materials."

Song Lin said to Lin Zhen beside him.

"Yes, Master."

As the oldest disciple of the Chunyang Sect, Lin Zhen undertook all mundane affairs as soon as he came, quickly established a good relationship with everyone, and became a big housekeeper. He is also very talented in the way of cultivation.

Song Lin plans to train Lin Zhen as his successor.

If the guess is correct, the patriarch of the Xuanmen in this world should be Lin Zhen. When I read the history of the Dao League, I vaguely read the records. The name of the patriarch has been lost, but there is a word "zhen" after the name.

With Lin Zhen's character, when he leaves in the future, he can rest assured that he will entrust the Xuanmen of Heaven and Earth for his safekeeping.

Time passed.

As the Dragon Horn Drought was refined, it attracted the attention of an existence in the dark.

Hundreds of millions of miles away from the starry sky, a black light quickly flew towards this place.

More and more black lights flew out from all corners of the void and followed behind the big black light.

According to this speed, ten years later, black light will descend on the earth.

Shangqing Mojie was not a child's play, and the two of them didn't realize at all that a crisis of annihilation was coming.