Reborn Zombie Daoist

Chapter 283 The Resurrection of Cruz (Part [-])
As night fell, the lights were turned on in Yousen Castle, and the tiny light overflowed through the flower windows. In the dark night, two figures came to the gate of the castle silently like ghosts.

"Brother Yang."

Yang Feiyun sneered, and with a flick of his wrist, a magic talisman flew out and stuck on the door. The hard and heavy gate of the ancient castle instantly turned into a transparent vortex, as if someone was twisting in on the gate, and faintly saw the darkness in the hall of the ancient castle. scene.

Mao Xiaofang absolutely has true love for Yang Feiyun. In addition to the Maoshan School’s secret Qinglong Earth Qi Jue, Yungong Thunder God Jue, Xingguang Huashen Jue, Palm Thunder and other powerful magical powers, Zixia Reiki and Qi Training Chapter, Maoshan 24 methods have been taught to Yang Feiyun, He also used the Maoshan secret method of spiritism to improve his skills, and Mao Xiaofang gave him everything he could.

As a result, Yang Feiyun stabbed him in the back, and Mao Xiaofang hurt his internal organs, his heart was bleeding. At this time, Yang Feiyun even used the things Mao Xiaofang taught him to break into the castle without anyone noticing, and wanted to release Western Zombies to deal with him and Shachen.

Yang Feiyun is indeed a talent, not only proficient in magic calculation, but also very talented in cultivation. In a short period of time, he has been able to use Maoshan 24 methods proficiently. It's a pity that his mind is not correct, otherwise he will have a better future than Zhong Bang.

"Go in."

Qian Dazhong rushed into the vortex, followed by Yang Feiyun.The old priest was sitting on the sofa in the lobby reading the Bible in a low voice, when he suddenly heard a noise, he looked towards the door suddenly.

"Five Thunder Palms!"

Five bolts of lightning came violently, and the old priest couldn't dodge in time. The lightning pierced through his chest, and the arc traveled all over his body.

He vomited blood, smoked from the seven orifices, trembled violently, and then "plopped" on the table, pushed an oil lamp to the ground, and died with regret.

The young priest who was sleeping upstairs woke up suddenly, carried the oil lamp downstairs, and shouted into the dark hall: "Father..."

There was a "bang" at the door.

"Who?"

The young priest shouted loudly and ran over carrying the oil lamp. He was surprised to see the old priest lying on the table, his eyes wide open expressing his unwillingness, and he was extremely terrifying in the dark.

"Father!"

The young priest groaned and threw himself on the old priest. At this moment, a black shadow jumped out from behind, raised a gleaming knife and thrust it into the young priest's back. One knife after another, hot blood splashed on Qian Dazhong's face, making him look like a Western zombie. Even more terrible.

"Haha, if you don't let me see Western Zombies, I'll send you to see God." Yang Feiyun smiled while lighting the oil lamp.

Qian Dazhong wiped off the blood on his face with his sleeve, and said disdainfully: "I thought the priests were so powerful, they killed them in just two hits. If I knew they were so weak, I should have just barged in. How could I have done that?" It took so much effort."

"Be careful, there is no big mistake, Dazhong, the Western Zombie Cruise is in the castle, look for it carefully."

"Not in the lobby."

"Go upstairs."

Carrying the oil lamp, the two carefully stepped onto the second floor. Maybe it was an illusion. Qian Dazhong felt that the temperature on the second floor was much lower than that in the hall. It was very cold, and he couldn't help shivering.

"Brother Yang, look quickly, there is a coffin here." Qian Dazhong pointed to the coffin at the top of the stairs and shouted.

Yang Feiyun pushed Qian Dazhong away, and laughed wildly, "Haha, Cruise, it must be Cruise, I finally found you, Mao Xiaofang, let's see how you fight with me."

"Open it……"

"stop!"

At this time, an angry shout sounded in the ears of the two of them, and the wooden board Qian Dazhong was standing on bounced off, flying him down from the second floor, hitting him on the table in the hall, screaming again and again.

"Ah, Dazhong!" Yang Feiyun was taken aback, and retreated quickly, only to see an old man with silver hair and beard in a white robe flying up, attacking Yang Feiyun extremely ferociously.

"With me here, no one can touch Cruise."

"Guardian Priest?"

"die."

The guardian priest's fingers were bent into claws, and he grabbed Yang Feiyun's face. White light flickered at the fingertips, and the sharpness filled the air. Yang Feiyun's face changed slightly, and he drew a Tai Chi diagram on his chest with one hand.

"Heaven and earth, Tai Chi is infinite."

A purple Taiji diagram was pushed out and thrown together with the guardian priest's claws. The white light on the guardian priest's sharp claws cut the Taiji diagram like tofu. With a little force, the Taiji diagram collapsed with a "bang".

The claws hit Yang Feiyun's chest fiercely, and Yang Feiyun stepped back as if struck by lightning, coughing up blood, his face was extremely ugly, his figure swayed with a shot, avoided the guardian priest, and rushed down the stairs.

"Where to go?"

The guardian priest jumped down from the second floor and stopped Yang Feiyun at the top of the stairs. Yang Feiyun traveled all over the world and practiced good kung fu. His body is flexible and Taoism is close to him.

The guardian priest slapped Yang Feiyun into the air, and Yang Feiyun got up and ran, with murderous intent in his eyes, and suddenly pulled out a Japanese sword from his robe.

This Japanese sword is awe-inspiring, and it is made of the souls of thousands of Japanese soldiers. It is a well-deserved magic sword, and even Mao Xiaofang was injured by the magic sword.

The guardian priest attacked fiercely and mercilessly. Seeing Yang Feiyun was about to run, he immediately chased after him. Unexpectedly, Yang Feiyun was vicious and vicious, and when he turned around, a bright knife slashed at him.

"Holy Light Bodyguard!"

The guardian priest was startled, a layer of holy white light emanated from his body, protecting his body, with a sound of "boo", the holy light of body protection was shattered by the magic knife, and the gloomy blade slashed hard on the priest's shoulder.

"what!"

The guardian priest let out a scream, his face flashed fiercely, his claws grabbed Yang Feiyun's chest like lightning, five fingers sank deep into the flesh, all the bones were broken, and Yang Feiyun gasped in pain.

With a twist of his wrist, the magic knife was slashed upwards, and with a soft "poof", the guardian priest's arm broke off shoulder-to-shoulder.

"Humph."

The guardian priest grunted, his face turned pale, and was about to heal his wounds when a knight's sword pierced through the guardian priest's body from behind.

"Old man, go to hell." Qian Dazhong yelled, the sword stirred in the guardian priest's body, the guardian priest screamed, and slowly fell to the ground.

"Brother Yang, are you okay?" Qian Dazhong hurried over to support Yang Feiyun, looking at his bloody chest, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

Yang Feiyun also felt that the rest of his life was lost, and praised: "Dazhong, thanks to you, without you, I would definitely die at the hands of the guardian priest."

"Brother Yang, we are good brothers, who will I help if I don't help you?"

"Okay, let's go up and release Cruise."

"Your injury?"

"Do not worry about it."

The two went to the second floor again and opened the coffin. Inside lay a decayed and carbonized corpse, beyond recognition. In five days, Cruise would be reduced to ashes.

Yang Feiyun grabbed the silver cross on Cruise's chest, bit his finger, muttered something, and dripped blood on the center of Cruise's forehead.

The rotting corpse suddenly shone with green light, and the flesh and blood were like a dead wood in spring, and instantly regained its vitality and plumped up, turning into a handsome man in luxurious clothes.

"Cruce!"

"Cruce, you're resurrected." Yang Feiyun shouted.

　A rain trapped me on the side of the platform, and my mobile phone was almost out of battery after typing this chapter. The bus was crawling like a snail among a group of ants. I don’t know when I will get home, and the update may be late.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)