One person and three dogs, the heavens walk sideways

Chapter 82
Chapter 79 The Fist Presses the Hair Stiffly, the Man Behind (Seeking Subscription)

Whoosh, the white hairs were like steel needles under the moonlight, heading straight for Wanyu.

Wan Yu turned around in the air, jumped in the air, and let go of the ancient bronze sword in his hand.

Clang!
Like cutting tofu, the ancient sword entered from Mao Zhi's chest in an instant, and with unparalleled strength, it flew away and nailed it to the wall.

Turning around, avoiding all the hair, Wan Yu stood on the roof of the car, his gaze turned cold, and he looked towards the dark place outside the courtyard wall.

"Fellow Daoist, if you don't come out again, the zombie you worked so hard to refine will be gone."

Mao Zhan roared, but no sound came from the darkness, Wan Yu felt cold, snorted coldly, and strode towards Mao Zhan.

The three dogs stared at Mao Zong covetously, black liquid flowed out from his body, and the corpse's aura was slowly dissipating.

The ancient sword was nailed to the wall like a nail, unable to move.

Every time he tried to break free, the corpse water brought out by the ancient sword stuck in his chest surged out.

"It seems that this zombie also knows pain."

While marveling in his heart, Wan Yu was also a little curious, why didn't the breath that had just passed away in the darkness just come out? Could it be that he didn't refine this hairy stiff?

Clang!
Sparks splattered, and the ancient bronze sword was pulled out. The restraints on Mao Zang's body disappeared, and with a sudden jump, he jumped over the courtyard wall and prepared to run.

Wan Yu sneered: "It seems that he still cares."

Stepping forward with both feet, he crossed the courtyard wall, one step at a time, and frantically followed behind Mao Zong.

Sangou crossed over and followed behind Wanyu, keeping a distance, and even had time to look around.

And the people in the surrounding streets are all nervously cuddling each other at home at this moment, not daring to show their faces at all.

The roar of the zombies outside, the ground thumping, the zombies seem to be being chased and beaten.

Some of the brave ones opened the window and saw a figure outside followed by three big dogs. It was so terrifying that only one afterimage could be seen.

But someone else recognized it.

"It's Daoist Wan!"

"Wan Daochang went after the zombies!"

"It's safe, it's safe!!!"

Many people were shouting, and many people in the town began to boldly go to the street, ready to watch Wanyu vs. Zombies.

This made Wan Yu's eyes darken. What kind of people are these?
Damn, do you really think zombies can't kill people or what?

How did Uncle Jiu have subdued demons and slain demons in this Ren family for so many years, and didn't get pissed off by these ordinary people?
On both sides of the street, a large number of lights are lit at this moment, and there are still people lighting torches to illuminate the road...

He's numb, really numb...

Mao Zhan let out a roar, and his voice terrified over Renjia Town.

A mouthful of strong corpse gas suddenly spewed out and spread out immediately.

Wan Yu was shocked and furious: "If you can go back, go back quickly!"

"Notify Uncle Jiu, let him find a way to come out!"

After finishing speaking, Wan Yu's energy and blood flowed, and his speed increased instantly. He originally wanted Mao Zong to lead the way and find the mastermind behind the scenes.

If this continues, everyone in the town will be infected by the corpse aura.

The speed exploded, and Wan Yu instantly landed behind Mao Zong. In the dark night sky, he shouted loudly.

"die!"

With a punch in the air, the strength was like explosives, and it instantly fell on Mao Zong's head.

boom!
There was an explosion, and Mao Zhan roared, full of pain.

The sky spirit exploded, and the black water inside scattered like raindrops and fell to the ground with a sizzling sound, and the bluestone floor was corroded into potholes.

Taking advantage of the trend, he kicked Mao Zong into the air, and Wan Yu made another sword strike. Suddenly, black blood flew, and a head of the Six Suns soared into the sky.

It landed on the ground with a bang, and the black dragon grabbed its head in one mouthful and sucked it in. Suddenly, a mass of black stuff was sucked into its mouth, and its face rose to enjoy it.

Taking advantage of the trend, Qilin Ya also moved through his body with a warm current, Wan Yu was taken aback, but right now he didn't have a chance to pay too much attention to it.

"The Daoist is mighty!"

"The Daoist is mighty!"

The faces of the people who came around had excited expressions. It was the first time they saw a zombie. It was so powerful that they were decapitated by Wan Daochang with a punch and a sword.

There was reverence in everyone's eyes, Wan Yu had a three-point smile on his face, and cupped his hands and said, "I still have to trouble everyone, the young and strong who have not been infiltrated by the corpse will do their best to carry the corpse of the zombie to the outskirts and cremate it directly. "

"In addition, if you have just been infected with corpse gas, if you have glutinous rice at home, you can use raw glutinous rice to take a bath. Remember to go to Yizhuang to find Wencai and Qiusheng if you need anything."

"Master, I'm fine!"

"I'm fine too!"

"I!"

Not long after, Wan Yu casually ordered a dozen young and strong, and his whole body was full of energy and blood, and none of them were contaminated with corpse energy.

Mao Zong was carried out of the town on a stretcher, and a large amount of firewood was prepared for cremation.

In fact, Wan Yu originally wanted to lure out the person behind him, but now that person doesn't come out, Mao Zong has already been fucked to death.

The man's aura disappeared without a trace, and Wan Yu was helpless.

According to his guess, this guy should be Mr. Feng Shui back then, warming and raising zombies, to put it bluntly, is revenge.

Regarding Mao Zang, he didn't have any thoughts at all, it was purely for revenge.

As long as the Ren family is all dead, nothing else matters.

This also made Wan Yu have to admire this guy, Mao Zong is very rare, invulnerable to swords and guns, if he hadn't met him, Uncle Jiu would have difficulty killing him for a while.

This kind of helper, give up as soon as you say it, without the slightest hesitation, a ruthless person.

…………

"Ahem, good death, good death!"

"In this way, the Ren family will really lose their children and grandchildren, and the ancestors will also die, okay..."

"Father, that old thing forced you to death, and my son avenged you!"

In the forest not far from Renjia Town, there is a man in a black robe, holding a walking stick in his hand, with a small gossip carved on it.

The face hidden under the hat is skinny and haggard, with black spots all over the face, and it looks like it is not far from death.

Looking at the dissipating corpse aura amidst the flames, he felt a little more pleasure in his heart.

Then he turned around, the leaves on the ground were stained with three points of blood, his steps were firm and powerful, and his figure became much more rickety in an instant.

……

Wan Yu stared at the corpses of the zombies in the firelight and began to dissipate, feeling a little heavy in his heart. ,

The person behind it is ruthless in holding grudges. Although the zombie who killed him is a pawn, it is a feud after all, and I am afraid we will meet again later.

It seems that the strength should be improved as soon as possible. The heat flowing in the body is slowly returning to the dantian, and the first ray of spiritual energy in the dantian is also constantly becoming full.

The eyeballs of the black dragon on the side became more and more black, and the fur all over his body was so black that he couldn't see his figure at all in the dark night.

"Daozhang, it's almost burnt, do you think?"

Wan Yu nodded: "Well, collect the ashes of the zombies."

After everything was over, Wan Yu took everyone back to the town, and Wen Caiqiusheng and Wen Caiqiusheng were busy visiting everywhere.

"Wen Cai, Qiu Sheng."

The faces of the two were exhausted: "Master Dao, we are exhausted."

"This is the ashes of a zombie, you give it to Brother Dao, did Brother Dao come out?"

The expressions of the two darkened: "No, the police station said, let's release it tomorrow."

"Hmph, a group of corpses who are vegetarians."

"Okay, the two of you are busy first. It's best if you can gather together for treatment. If you can't deal with it, we'll talk about it when Brother Dao comes out tomorrow."

"In case of emergency, let them carry it to my residence."

"Okay, Daoist."

After finishing speaking, Wan Yu returned home with Sangou. The heat flow in his body had not stopped, and it continued to circulate in the meridians, and finally turned into wisps of spiritual energy and returned to his dantian.

Running exercises, heat flow, walking in the small circle, being further purified, the ray of mana in the dantian is also getting thicker at this moment, and then this ray of mana is completely full.

The remaining heat flow began to circulate, and a new ray of mana began to be born, circulating around the dantian, absorbing the surrounding mana.

At the same time, the monster power brought by Sangou is also circulating in the meridians at this moment, slowly returning to the dantian, which seems to be able to further accelerate the growth of mana.

Wan Yu was taken aback for a moment: "Could it be that the development of supernatural powers has reached its limit at present, unless Sangou's bloodline awakens again, can supernatural powers continue to grow with progress?"

In this way, there are three ways to increase your mana.

Self-cultivation, coupled with the heat flow brought by demon slaying and monster fangs, finally the demon power of Sangou.

In this way, your own practice speed will be greatly increased!

With three points of joy in his heart, Wan Yu felt that the time to refine the natal magic weapon was not far away.

……

In the early morning of the next day, Wan Yu opened his eyes. At this moment, the size of the black dragon began to skyrocket, and it was no different from the blue dragon.

Moreover, a strand of jet-black hair with a faint black light began to appear on the forehead.

Petting the black dog's head, Wan Yu said lightly: "It seems that your fortune is not small this time."

Although the supernatural power has not changed, the demonic energy circulating in the black dragon is now stronger, no different from that of the green dragon.

Only Hualong is still a lot worse, but don't panic.

In this world, these zombie ghosts are the most numerous. Among other things, I have some connections with Huang Pizi.

If you find a group of yellow skins, the evolution of Hualong will not be a problem.

However, in this way, Ren Jiazhen Wanyu could not stay for long.

After waiting for the mana to become nine strands and the natal magic weapon to condense, he left the town.

After opening the house, no one brought them over last night. It seems that the people were not seriously injured.

Shut Sangou at home, Wan Yu walked in the town, and many people showed respect to Wan Yu.

It was the same as seeing Uncle Jiu before.

A misfortune is over.

When we came to Yizhuang, there was a lot of snoring in the yard at this moment. Uncle Jiu was sitting in the yard with a displeased expression on his face.

Seeing Wan Yu coming, he got up quickly: "Fellow Daoist is here, didn't you get hurt last night?"

Wan Yu shook his head: "It's okay, Brother Dao has worked hard, those sheepskin dogs didn't make things difficult for you, did they?"

"Not really, ah, the situation last night, I'm not here, it's really troublesome fellow daoist."

"Brother Dao, this is my birthright. I am also a member of the Taoist sect, so naturally I will do my best."

"It's just that I didn't save the Ren family's father and daughter. Alas, I blamed me last night. I insisted on getting angry with them."

When Uncle Jiu heard this, he snorted coldly: "Fellow Daoist, don't talk about it anymore, that family is also destined to be like this, taking his own life to get angry, such a person, even if they go to the underworld, they will also enter the eighteenth level of hell."

Wan Yu secretly said: I am afraid that even the eighteenth floor of hell will not be able to go down, and the soul will be swallowed up by Mao Zhan.

"Last night, the zombie turned into Mao Zang. Fellow Daoist was able to take it down and protect Ren Jiazhen's comfort. I am already very grateful. Alas, Mao Zong, I really didn't expect that."

Uncle Ninth's face was three points solemn: "In my opinion, this master has evolved so fast, there must be someone secretly intervening, otherwise the 20-year-old zombie will be black and stiff when it comes out, and it will melt if it sucks the blood of the direct line. The hair is stiff, it is impossible under normal circumstances."

Wan Yu nodded: "That's right, I noticed the person behind it last night, but that person didn't show up, so I couldn't find it, so I brought the ashes of the zombie back to Brother Dao to see if I can find any clues."

(End of this chapter)