Since the world of nine uncles is immortal

Chapter 4

Brand the heavens, restrain everything, be the only person, become the only god!

After thinking about such a sentence, Wang Yu smiled silently.

For the road that Wang Yu chose, Wang Yu himself was dismissive.

Although the two of them are, to some extent, barely considered the same person.

But Wang Yu really didn't like Wang Yu's vision and courage.

If he had the ability to travel through the heavens, he would never think of harming himself in another world.

With hands and feet in good health, there are endless opportunities ahead.

Just relying on his own fighting, it might not be impossible to reach the heavens and stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods.

Why just stare at yourself in the parallel world with the same root and the same origin, when you look down at the nine heavens, you are afraid that the heavens and worlds will be the only one.

It's a pity, even though he obtained Wang Yu's origin, he can survive for another five years.

But after all, the defects at the genetic level could not be eradicated, and ALS still could not be completely cured.

After five years, he was afraid that he would collapse again and wait to die.

Grinding the beads in his hand, Wang Yu sighed a little!

Although they are all surnamed Wang, everyone's chances are still different!

Well, no, there is something weird in this bead!
His eyes were fixed, looking at the blurry image reflected in the beads.

Wang Yu had a bold idea in his heart.

The opportunity to support Wang Yu's journey through the heavens probably did not disappear with Wang Yu's ashes.

I'm afraid the bead in my hand is a bit famous!
Moving the bead to his eyes, Wang Yu was lucky enough to focus on it, discarding the surrounding noises, and focused his attention on the bead.

A wave in the dark, a figure looking up to the sky and screaming, emerged in his mind.

……

"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled!
I haven't learned enough to become a teacher, and I haven't become a celestial master admired by thousands of people.

I am not reconciled, just die at the mouth of zombies! "

A voice full of strong resentment exploded from Wang Yu's mind.

At the same time, some memory fragments slowly emerged from Wang Yu's mind and then fell silent.

The owner of the voice is also called Wang Yu, but he lived nearly a hundred years earlier than modern times.

His status was neither high nor low in that era.

A Taoist priest, a Taoist priest who has studied art for three years and has little ability.

Among all the seniors, he was the latest to start, and his talent was only average.

But he is the most diligent one.

He is also the only one among all the brothers and sisters who has broken away from the realm of a Taoist boy and cultivated into a warlock, and can draw talismans on the steps of Yu.

Half a month ago, the master Qianhe who took him out of the beggar gang and treated him like his own son took a business.

An extremely troublesome business!

Braid commander Zhang Xun's braid army came half a month ago with an infantry platoon and surrounded the dojo of master Qianhe.

An iron coffin with cloud patterns wrapped in ink fountain nets, surrounded by dozens of foreign guns, was carried into the dojo.

"The iron coffin with cloud patterns is wrapped with ink nets, and even zombie ghost kings can be installed." '

Chewing on this allegory, Master Qianhe originally wanted to follow the ancestral precepts and come to see off guests after closing the door.

However, after entering the inner hall, the braided handsome platoon leader holding two speed machines did not know what he said to his master Qianhe.

The master who didn't want to take this business at first, still gritted his teeth and agreed to take this business.

In the past, when they transported the dead from rich and noble families, they used the secret method of Maoshan to turn the dead into walking corpses, and controlled the walking corpses to walk and jump forward with talisman magic.

In the process of driving the corpses, they firmly followed the various taboos summed up by the ancestors.

Make sure the walking dead don't actually turn into zombies.

But this time, they took a zombie that had already cheated on the road, and all their previous experience was useless.

But Wang Yu is not afraid of this!
As one of the four disciples adopted by master Chizuru.

Wang Yu didn't dare to ask his master Qianhe why he changed his mind, he only knew how to prepare the guy according to his master's wishes.

Guy with a backpack full.

He and the other three brothers, together with the master, and the braided soldiers who surrounded the dojo, set out on the road.

Their goal is the capital, as long as the black iron cloud-patterned coffin is safely transported to the capital, they will complete the business.

His master Qianhe is a well-known mage in Anhui, and he studied under Master Wanjing in Maoshan.

The strength of a body has surpassed the three levels of Taoist, warlock, and trainer, and has reached the level of a mage.

He is good at finding dragon acupuncture points and geomantic omen.

There has never been a single mistake in the work of rich and noble families sending the dead back to their hometowns.

In the Southern Anhui generation, it can be said that the heels stand firmly.

I heard that the capital is extremely prosperous, and there are yellow-haired devils everywhere on the street.

I don't know how it compares to Bengbu City?
Are all the people in the capital all the Eight Banners who are fighting birds and eagles?
They eat steamed buns, do they only eat white flour steamed buns?
Are they supported by salaries issued by the imperial court in every family, and they don't need to read scriptures or draw symbols?

With fantasies about the capital in mind, Wang Yu embarked on the road of no return!
When stepping out of Anhui and stepping into Shaanxi, master Qianhe remembered that among the guys he brought with him, there was no glutinous rice that had been worshiped by incense.

He also spared a short distance on purpose, so that the traveling route would pass by the house of Master Simu Daochang.

Uncle Si Mu is very sour. Brother Jia Le followed him as a teacher and learned art from him when he was young, and treated him like his own father.

But Uncle Simu has never treated Senior Brother Jia Le kindly.

He vaguely remembered, the last time he saw Senior Brother Jia Le, the patched clothes on his body.

It was his latest and greatest dress, it was unbelievable!
Thinking about his master, Wang Yu still feels very happy. Although the master does not pay wages, he is never short of living expenses.

During the holidays, they often ask tailors to buy new clothes and shoes for their seniors.

After arriving in the capital this time, the master should not be stingy when he gets paid for this business.

Those famous delicacies in the capital, their brothers, everyone should be able to taste a little bit!

After taking the glutinous rice, it was too late to bid farewell to Senior Brother Jia Le who was right in front of me, that sissy Wu Guanshi shouted and set off on the road.

Why are you rushing so fast?Rushing to die!
However, looking at a platoon of soldiers carrying foreign guns in the team, he swallowed his words in his throat.

Silently complaining about the sissy management in the team, Wang Yu returned to the cart where the tent had been taken down.

The task assigned to him by the master is to observe whether there are any strange movements in the black iron cloud pattern coffin, and he will not leave his post without authorization.

In the evening, the sky suddenly became overcast, and rumbling thunder began to come from the horizon.

In a tall and dense forest.

Wang Yu clenched the gossip mirror and the mahogany sword in his hands. He seemed to see the black iron cloud-patterned coffin shaking slightly just now.

The torrential rain poured down.

The ink fountain net wrapped around the black iron moiré coffin began to melt under the washing of the rain. Oops, the coffin was really shaking.

"Master, there is a change in Shoucai, can you communicate with Guan Wu and ask the soldiers to set up a tent for Shoucai first?" The moment Wang Yu noticed that there was a change in the black iron cloud-patterned coffin, Wang Yu issued a warning to Qianhe.

Hearing Wang Yu's warning, Qianhe came to the side of the black iron cloud pattern coffin.

Looking at the continuously melting ink fountain net, his complexion was very ugly.

The effectiveness of the melted ink fountain net has been greatly reduced. If this continues, the zombies in the coffin will definitely take the opportunity to make trouble.

Although he is not afraid of a zombie, but he really wants to make something happen to this zombie.

Then where should he put the reputation that Qianhe has accumulated over the years.

With concerns in mind, Qianhe hurried towards Wu Guanshi, wanting to discuss it.

Wang Yu, who was standing beside the black iron cloud-patterned coffin, had no choice but to hold the guy in his hand tightly when he saw this.

In less than two sentences, Wang Yu saw the master who turned around with a depressed face.

It seems that the sissy Wu Guanshi didn't agree to let Shoucai enter the tent.

Things are in trouble!
"Daozhang, the second tent has been set up, let Shoucai enter the tent!"

Just when the five masters and apprentices were at a loss, the words of the chief officer with two guns who led a platoon of soldiers suddenly cheered them up.

"Quick, two more people to help push Shoucai into the tent first."

Seeing that there was a tent where Shoucai could be placed to avoid the rain, Qianhe's master and apprentice immediately cheered up and began to pull up Shoucai.

But before they dragged Shoucai a few steps in the mud, the heavy rain that was pouring down suddenly stopped.

Before Wang Yu could express his feelings about God's will, a thunderstorm struck the black iron cloud-patterned coffin.

The strong electric current blasted Wang Yu, who was pulling the rope vigorously, and flew out directly.

If it weren't for the considerable mana protection in his body, he might have turned into a scorched corpse.

Before Wang Yu could use the remaining mana in his body to expel the electric current in his body, an ear-piercing sound came from the black iron cloud pattern coffin.

Although entangled with the uncleaned ink fountain net, the zombie lying in the coffin started to make a fuss after being struck by lightning.

Seeing this, Wang Yuna still had the mind to use his mana to restore his body.

Quickly untie the sky-binding rope on his back and throw it to the brothers who were not hit by the electric current.

He believed that a rope that was as thick as an adult's arm could definitely trap a zombie in a coffin.

But the result disappointed him.

The sky-binding rope as thick as an adult's arm failed to block the zombies in the living material for a moment.

Even though Master Qianhe suppressed it, the zombie still escaped!

With a bang, the zombie not only broke free from Shoucai's shackles.

The heavy coffin lid of the black iron moiré coffin still weighed on the master's legs.

Wang Yu, who regarded Qianhe as his father in his heart, immediately rushed to the master's side to help the unlucky master move the coffin lid.

The elder brother behind him pulled out the mahogany sword behind him, and rushed towards the zombie standing on the longevity material looking for prey.

In less than a round, the senior brother was bitten on the neck by a zombie that pierced his chest.

No, it shouldn't be like this, right?
When the elder brother was in Bengbu City, did he kill zombies alone?

What happened next made Wang Yu, who was still immersed in the fact that his elder brother was killed by a zombie, completely stunned.

He thought that the master, who had escaped the suppression of the coffin lid, would easily kill the zombies and avenge his brother.

But the master fought alone, but he lost to that zombie!

Even after the zombie was trapped by them with a corpse rope.

The mahogany sword in the master's hand also failed to take the zombie's life.

After the zombie knocked his master into the air, he turned around and wrapped his arms around the binding rope.

Without waiting for Wang Yu to react, Wang Yu, who used his body as a stake and firmly strangled the rope to bind the corpse, flew into the air.

He had just landed, and he didn't wait for him to use his mana to calm down the internal organs that were almost displaced by the fall.

A rotten figure enveloped his head, and that zombie came.

"Xiao Bei!"

Wang Yu could only vaguely hear the master's bloody cry, and then the pair of corpse claws that clasped his arms grabbed him hard.

He had no ability to resist and sent his neck in front of the zombie's smelly mouth.

The loss of blood and the erosion of corpse poison made Wang Yu's consciousness begin to blur.

In the dark, he let out an unwilling roar.

He doesn't want to die in the mouth of zombies, he wants to change everything, even if his soul falls into the netherworld forever.

(End of this chapter)