Zombie World: My Apprentice Yue Qiluo

He Yi was overjoyed, and directly inspired the spiritual energy around him to start practicing.

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Chapter 4 Master, is the future god of this world! 【5/[-] for full order】

As He Yi began to practice, the spiritual energy of the entire world in the painting began to roll.

Soon above He Yi's head, a black hole like a tornado formed, billowing spiritual energy, rushing towards He Yi's body frantically.

Yue Qiluo, who was in a stable state in seclusion, sensed the change in the spiritual energy, and could not help but break through the door and head down the mountain.

From a distance, they could see Yang Yuhuan and others standing on the periphery, the spiritual energy in the middle gathered into a white hurricane, which was devoured by He Yi frantically.

"This……"

Yue Qiluo ran to Yang Yuhuan and watched this scene up close, the whole person was stunned: "This... Master's cultivation is too scary!"

The aura was as mighty as the sea, like the atomization of the human world, and was absorbed by He Yi at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If this were an ordinary cultivator, he would have been unable to withstand the strong spiritual energy, and he would have died.

It's a pity that any qi in He Yi's eyes is just a supply. He runs the corpse soul magic art and devours spiritual qi crazily, nourishing his limbs and bones.

"It's the first time I've seen someone practice like this."

Yang Yuhuan was also frightened, took Yue Qiluo's hand, and asked fearfully, "Miss Yue, what is the origin of the master!"

What is it? Yue Qiluo smiled slightly, and a look of surprise appeared in the bright eyes of stars: "Master, he is the god of the future in this world!"

Hearing this sentence, Yang Yuhuan couldn't calm down for a long time.

It seems that she has not mistaken the Lord.

Only by following such a powerful person can she really have a soul in the world in her painting! "Protect the master well, I will continue to practice."

Yue Qiluo calmed down her excitement, glanced at Yang Yuhuan lightly, turned to leave, and after taking two steps, she instructed: "Looking at Mo Dao Ji, although she has lived for a long time, her heart is still very weak. Child, don't let her disturb the master!"

Yang Yuhuan nodded busyly: "I know."

The spiritual energy of the world in this painting is like a vast ocean galloping endlessly. Here, He Yi seems to have come to heaven, and time passes by every minute and every second.

Two days passed by in a blink of an eye, and in the real world, it was just the second half of the night.

church.

It was already midnight, but Father Wu still did not rest. He led the monks in the church and sincerely prayed for the dead little monk.

Even if it is claimed that the little cultivator died suddenly, the four 44 blood holes on the little cultivator's neck cannot deceive anyone.

In addition, in the daytime, some people said that it was done by zombies, which made Father Wu more anxious, but he was embarrassed to ask He Yi for help.

After all, when He Yi advised them before, his attitude was very tough, and now he can only rely on the glory of the Lord, hoping that the merciful Lord will bless them.

"Save the soul from Satan."

Father Wu took the holy water, sprinkled it on the little monk, and said sincerely: "Pray with me, save the soul, and stay away from Satan."

"Save the soul from Satan.

"..."

However, when Father Wu was praying with the monks, the corpse placed under the cross suddenly moved strangely.

"Chichichi..."

All I could see was the blood hole on the neck of the corpse, and bursts of blue smoke began to emerge, and the four 44 holes began to slowly disappear.

The next moment, the little monk's body shook violently, as if it was about to be resurrected.

"Save the soul from Satan!"

"Save the soul from Satan!"

Father Wu's prayers grew louder and louder, as if he wanted to rely on the Lord's power to suppress the little monk who was about to turn into a corpse.

It's a pity that if Allah is really useful, there will be no three evil positions in this church, let alone zombies.

"Ho..."

A hoarse roar sounded, and the trembling little monk slowly opened his eyes, revealing two sharp fangs in his mouth.

--- Click.

The little cultivator's head twisted [-] degrees strangely and forcibly, and stared at Father Wu who was praying with resentment in his eyes.

The next second - "Roar!!!"

The roar sounded, and the corpse-turned little monk jumped up, like a bat, and landed in front of Father Wu, opening his fangs and biting towards Father Wu's neck.

"Ah!!!"

When the sharp pain came, Father Wu did not expect that the Allah he believed in did not suppress the devil. In a panic, he directly took the holy book and smashed it at the zombie.

Bang!!! The thick bible hit the zombie's head.

Zombies become zombies because they were bitten by Western zombies. Some habits are very similar to those of Western zombies. They have an instinctive fear of crosses, Bibles and other things.

"Ow!!!"