Zombie: I made the immortal uncle Jiu by making clay figures

I'm going to bed now.

Looking outside, I saw two frozen figures opening the door with difficulty.

But, like all the strength in the body, it was pulled out.

My voice is hoarse and I want to scream, but no sound comes out.

There was a faint knock on the door as Uncle Nine's voice came over him.

"Master, help me."

"What's wrong?" Uncle Jiu opened the door and looked at Luochuan's room sadly.

This young master and disciple was becoming more and more mysterious, and seemed to be practicing some unorthodox techniques, which made him feel helpless.

Luochuan has been very cautious all his life, and few people would do such a thing. Demons and even suona can be given away, one-stop service.

It really made him a little anxious.

Looking at the frozen Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai0 ...

"Don't worry, just breathe slowly." Uncle Jiu took out the bottle of Huangfu wine from behind, put it in his mouth, and sprayed the two people.

It can dispel the chill of autumn and literary talent.

"Master, damn it, when I passed by Uncle Xu's house, I actually saw two uncles." He was just startled and shouted loudly.

dance!

"Painted Skin Art?" Uncle Jiu pondered for a moment.

Or decide to go and see what kind of unorthodox practices Luochuan is following.

Wen and Qiu Sheng followed Uncle Jiu carefully, not daring to go far. But Father Four Eyes also started to practice.

A worried glance.

Arrived at Xu Bushi's door.

"Master and disciple, it seems like you are getting deeper and deeper into trouble." The Four-Eyed Dragon was a little surprised.

"Luochuan is very talented and learned a lot of Taoism in the forbidden area of ​​Maoshan. Unfortunately, it was Hart. He used it in the wrong way." The uncle sighed.

Outside, frost covered the branches.

very clear.

Although it is a hot summer, it is impossible to dispel the frost drifting into the room.

The eyes are long and rubbing fingers.

"Brother, Luochuan is getting more and more evil. Just open the door and see where the slow longevity essential oil is. What if...

There are some things that the Four-Eyed Dragon didn't say, but the sadness in his eyes could not be concealed.

"Very good." Jiu Ke nodded.

Open the door.

What happened to the mapping?

He was wearing cloth clothes, had short hair, and was lying on a mat with his legs crossed and eyes closed, facing his ancestors.

In his mouth, Qiying was still swallowing.

Looking good!

Like a torrent rushing into the sea in one go. Sweeping the floor.

First, the official uniform of the Qing Dynasty, the four-clawed dragon uniform, the Xitian hat, the big pearl, the flickering light. Sit down and slowly return to longevity!

The central ridges seem vaguely connected.

Luo Chuan breathed at the same time. Luo Chuan turned his back to the nine uncles.

Chapter 163: Open the Dragon Spine! Brother, I’m Afraid of Pain

Haven't opened my eyes yet.

His eyes were busy, emitting a hollow, dark green light as he looked around at the four people who had broken into his house.

"Brother, what does it mean to visit you so late at night?" Luo Chuan was a little skeptical.

"It's cold and freezing outside, so I came to see what skills my brother has practiced. How much it can change the changes in a place!" Uncle Jiu gritted his teeth in anger.

"I see, Brother. Please forgive me. I am unable to control this clone, and my aura leaks out bit by bit. I am off duty, and I will be back to normal." Luo Chuan drank a glass.

"Face the one who is fighting, before operating the array!"

"receive"

The chill in the air made the zombie in Luochuan open his mouth wide and turned it into a whirlpool. Like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, a cold current swallowed him up.

Outside, back to normal!

There seems to be a bit too much water.

It's like cleansing the world.

Outside, the branches of the ancient acacia trees were covered with water drops. Outside, even the grass, trees, and quilts were corroded by the water vapor.

Uncle, Four Eyes, take off your coat.

Very sticky.

“Master and disciple, in my senior brother’s memory, there doesn’t seem to be such a corpse-grinding book in the study room in the backyard of Maoshan. Neither the corpse-catching technique of Xiangxi nor the portrait technique seems to be as powerful as when they were synchronized with you.” The uncle was a little worried.

He had no ability to gather the zombies within himself unless he opened up his inner world one day. That day was far away.

Of course, when he opened up his inner world, his cultivation was also at a high level.

It's hard to get into the sky.

Or, see if he is the favorite of Heavenly Father and was given a storage ring. But so far, he has only seen the token of Maoshantou and the two people taken by the old monster.

You can also put zombies in it.

Now, forget it.

"Brother, are you still practicing Painted Skin?" Uncle Jiu frowned and stared at Luochuan.

The look was a bit cold and rude.

Luochuan was a little confused. Painted Skin Art!

This magic is not like the four great Asian magics. Use a brush to apply a little rouge.

You will become beautiful.

Instead, the intact skin peeled off a living person was pierced with silver needles, and mercury was injected where it met the spring water, deeply transforming the living person into a sculpture.

With the silver knife, the living person endured endless pain bit by bit, but before the last layer of skin was peeled off, the pain was magnified thousands of times, but he could not move.

Full of resentment, peeling off people's skin.

It can only be formed by soaking in special medicine.

This is the painter's favorite.

"Brother, are there some unorthodox methods that require you to learn such wicked methods?" Luo Chuan suddenly realized something.

No wonder, just now, Uncle Jiu’s eyes seemed to have problems. It was the people who saw him. Are you young? Do you want to be poor?

Speculating here.

“Master and disciple, even so, I can’t think of a way to make the fallen, unlucky, disconnected, wantonly vicious Zombie King become something like you.”

Luochuan nodded.

"Brother, how about opening the dragon's spine?" Luo Chuan stared at Uncle Jiu.

Peaceful road.

"What is it?"

The wine uncle was a little shocked.

On the sea, I saw Luochuan.

"This is a move that goes against common sense, Luochuan. This is your chance to be completely reborn. Do you know? My roots in the underworld are in Maoshan. Even if it ends with your Tian and one-year-old Yuan Mo, I have no choice but to report to the underworld. There will also be someone to protect you, so you can have a good baby in peace."

Uncle Jiu grabbed Luochuan's shoulders and said angrily, trembling.

"Brother, everyone has their own aspirations. The path to immortality itself is against the will of heaven. The end of heaven and earth is the law. Brother, you cannot set foot on the long river of time with the orthodox way of practice. It is better not to go all out than to waste your years."

Luochuan is looking at the roof.

There was nothing he could do.

In this bad world, it is not just mortals who suffer. Live in troubled times, live in troubled times.

Even monks have a deep relationship with involution. Unlike the right path, everyone in the left path of the side door is beaten.

Can we just wait to die? He didn’t want to be nothing after more than a hundred years. After all, it was just loess culture, which was not worthy of his identity.

Boy, you are in a dilemma now.

In the volume, it’s everywhere!

There are warlords everywhere, fighting for territory, and the people are suffering!

As the old saying goes, it is better to mind your own business than to be a peacekeeper.

The outside world is in chaos.

Ordinary people lived in misery, just hungry and hungry. When locusts flew over, the bark would be bitten clean.

Warlords are fighting each other, life is vast, and there are many wives and concubines. If you see them on the road, take them home directly.

This is normal operation.

Young master, don't argue with others.

Fight the sky.

Who is the man at the end of the law? His halberd is broken and sinks into the sand. He laments the ruthlessness of heaven and earth, abandons what he has learned, and throws himself into the tide of mortals.

Or stay for the sake of a couple. Be king of the mountain, or become an offering for the warlord to feed.

His elder brother, Father He Qian, became a royal sacrifice for the northern royal family and ate royal food. Why? Just to make a living?

No!

It is more for the purpose of practicing Buddhism.

Royal worship, rich resources!

In this way, perhaps you can take away resources and accumulate your own legacy.

As for Uncle Jiu, he had to take a detour to find the warlord, which he could not miss, but he did not want to be bound by it.

Still don’t want to cooperate, just a couple, open Yizhuang!

When you encounter a short-sighted monster, just accept it.

In this troubled world, demons, as people's hearts become more corrupt, are completely exposed to the eyes of mortals.

very popular!

In addition, they also colluded directly with the warlords.

Killing is just an idea.

In this chaotic world, human life is worthless.

……

The sky is dry, be careful with the candles…

The sound of ping-pong balls and the sound of the night watchmen clapping bamboo broke the silence of the room.

"Master and disciple, Dai Longji is not a joke. You are now a corpse monster." Uncle Jiu was trembling. He took out the Hundred-Year-Old Peach Sword from his back.

Chapter 164: Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road

"Brother, this is exorcism. 'Luochuan, stand back.

The hotel uncle hates evil, he knows it, but he doesn't have to do it. He is Uncle Jiu's younger brother.