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

“I smell something. A bad stench.

"Master and disciple, now is not the time for you to pay attention. You can't stand seeing two junior boys fighting for their lives down below while they are leisurely drinking tea up above." Uncle Jiu vomited.

"I can't bear it. All the disasters were caused by people who were not good at learning their skills. Besides, my original body does not have any abilities and has not killed anyone. How can you break the rules you set? Is it because they are two pieces of trash? Besides, will my clone kill people down there?" Luo Chuan said coldly.

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The zombies that rush in are no match for the jumping corpses. They follow their instincts and have no attack power at all. Be careful not to get hooked by them.

Possessed by corpse poison, he poses no threat at all.

"Uh" Uncle couldn't say anything.

Don't panic below, there is really no threat. Casually, with great literary talent, Qiu Sheng's two rabbits are jumping happier than anyone else.

Tossing and turning!

..... ..... ...

Wandering around Xu Bushi's clone.

The one who really made the contribution was Luochuan.

"Yes, no" Luochuan's forehead was covered with cold sweat!

Commanding two places at once is also a mental exercise.

His knowledge of God will not last long. He has two bodies and limited brain capacity, but it is difficult to resist the human wall.

More and more zombies broke through the earthen walls and willow trees like a tide from all directions, and they were unconscious since birth.

How can you understand pain when you are like a puppet?

All the magic skills and big blades are used to cut off arms and release green blood.

Luo Chuan used his skills to make a circle to harvest the corpses. The amputation was even more bloody.

However, walls cannot stop people.

Luo Chuan said: "Brother Lin, you have to hurry up and get out of the underworld." Ghosts, both the master and the apprentice can do it.

Cold sweat invades the shirt!

There were traces of sweat on the yellow cassock.

Under Xu Bu Si's feet, water vapor condensed. And it's not over yet!

Qiu, the two talented rabbits, saw that the situation was not good and fled upstairs, looking at Uncle Jiu and Luochuan with a panicked look on their faces.

"Master, I also want to learn Mr. Shi's skills and become a zombie king." Qiu Sheng shouted to Uncle Jiu enviously.

Chapter 172 Who dares to speak: Innocent

"Bad guy, this little board, it's not you who controls the zombies, but the zombies who control you. You don't understand anything. You can't look at the teacher and uncle superficially. The price of the soul is harder than you think. Look carefully at his feet." Uncle Jiu was a little angry.

I can only tell myself again and again, "What the child said is regrettable."

This child is stubborn and ignorant!

In autumn, literary talent is flying, and looking closely, the ground under Luochuan is like a small pond, with sweat dripping down at his feet.

"Liunian, stop daydreaming. Instead of wasting time, you'd better prepare the yellow talisman. Take out all the treasures in your husband's closet." Luo Chuan snorted coldly.

Please be careful with it.

"Uncle, I'll go get ready." Qiu Wencai nodded.

"Five Five Three"

When it comes to matters of life and death, they don’t hesitate.

For decades, the ancestors' dust, bagua mirrors, and oil lamps have been prepared as fully as possible.

Put it on the table.

After Uncle Jiu was too busy for the time being.

Finally, I'm ready.

"Trees have spirits. The thousand-year-old locust tree planted behind the forbidden land of Maoshan was taken away by my brother." Luochuan wanted to drink a cup of herbal tea.

My heart sank.

He is really a master of Maoshan and a rich man.

A single hair on a person's body is not as valuable as them.

Luochuan saw the runes painted on Chunmu and wanted to touch it with his hand, but he stopped.

In my head, a voice reminded him.

Ah, brother!

Seriously.

"Master and Disciple, you didn't have to get involved in this mess. Why did you go against your senior brother?" Shi Jian stared at Luo Chuan coldly.

Dark eyes.

And there is the atmosphere that serious people should have.

Don't talk about being an immortal, at least it should be a moral benchmark.

Like Mushishi, his body bent and his flesh and blood were devoured by Mushishi.

The skin of a person hangs on his bones.

Painter, beautiful and charming.

not completely.

The skin is nice, but it's not my own. Still a bit lacking in meaning.

Not to mention those side doors.

The greater the power, the greater the danger.

There are all kinds of strange things.

Shi Jian, this is good. At least it is in human shape.

“Shi Jian, the road is locked, draw your sword to help, there are so many things to shout.”

"Yes, very good. Teacher, you are no longer the little kid who followed us. You have grown up. Would the Zombie King give you so much confidence?"

A rock-hard, invincible gaze.

Ruthless, gloomy eyes, dim, behind him is an extremely evil demonic energy, and another crystal insect is devouring the void.

"Eunuch Lin, as a master and disciple, is this how you treat the senior brother of Maoshan? Your eyes, however, have my senior brother.

Shi Jian had the same doubts as Tian Wei.

The thunder grew louder and louder.

The swaying Yizhuang looks like a ruin once you come here.

"Brother, the child was really stubborn in the past. However, since it happened, we should have done nothing but kill each other. I don't want to, but please forgive what happened before." Uncle Jiu said nothing.

The way things happened, Shi Shaojian used sleepwalking to make a good woman frivolous, and was beaten to a pulp by his two apprentices. This was a joke, but being swallowed up by wild dogs and imitators was not their intention.

The uncle sighed.

It's hard to be a good person.

Cai Heqiu Sheng was right, Shi Shaojian was wrong.

In the wild, even without Wencai and Qiu Sheng, Shi Shaojian might have been eaten by wild dogs.

"Haha, that's great."

Shi Jian laughed like a madman, and a bomb exploded in his hand.

"You are always so hypocritical, pretending to be mysterious on the surface, but actually you are dark inside. How innocent is my son?"

"Innocent Shi Jian. If your son is innocent, no one in the world will be treated unfairly. It's the residents of the mountains. Are they innocent in everything except food?"

Luochuan scoffed at this.

The word he hated most was innocence.

“The net of heaven is vast and wide, nothing can escape it”

There are very few innocent people.

Especially in times of turmoil with frequent wars, warlords’ separatism, currency devaluation, and barren mountains becoming mass graves.

Who dares to say "innocent"?

"Don't say anything. Since my brother disagrees, please look at the real chapter at hand and let me see what you have learned in the past few years."

"Do it." Luo Chuan took a step back and sat down on the armchair on the second floor.

Stay calm.

The arrow is on the string and must be shot.

At this point, asking for forgiveness is impossible. How can the two sides repair the situation?

You'd better go home and grow sweet potatoes.

"Well, ninth-level magician Luo Chuan, you dare to yell at me today."

The spring tree rose from the ground and reached the sky under Luochuan's feet. The spring tree that fell from the sky attacked from above.

Luo Chuan glanced at him from the corner of his eye. "You really treat me like a sandwich cookie."

Everyone from top to bottom was bullied.

Luo Chuan walked barefoot, and invisible ripples rose under his feet.

Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth.

Pentagon loop.

A string of yellow text entangled in the void, completely isolating the area around Xu Bu Si.

Just like human martial arts, golden bell suit, and iron gown.

A huge golden bell moving around Luochuan.

Luochuan took out the ear spoon calmly and dug out the earwax.

"Brother, do you have so many abilities?

Luo Chuan was very confident. His golden bell could at least withstand dozens of attacks from the stone sword. After all, it was a high-end defense formation bought at a high price.

He will soon be defeated by Shi Jian.

Then, Xu Bu Si must go back to Shi Gui to find the profiteer and make a good statement.

"Brother, is this your card?".

Chapter 173: Qing Shaman

Shi Jian seemed to have eaten shit.

"What's the point of hiding in a turtle shell? If you have the guts, challenge your brother."

"Idiot, senior brother, the quarrels these days were group fights. Who would challenge you in a one-on-one fight?" Luo Chuan was a little disdainful of this.

When he is really a 20-year-old boy, he will quarrel with others regardless of his bloodiness.

Luochuan's code of conduct: 1. Group fights, never one-on-one fights.

The corner of my uncle's mouth twitched.

He has seen some people's mistakes, all of them are Maoshan's children. Why are you so beautiful?

If the owner saw it.

There must be a word for loser.

"Eunuch Lin, I can't do anything about Luochuan's tortoise shell for now. What about you?" Shijian stared at Uncle Nine with his dark eyes.

The uncle touched the dust in his hand awkwardly. This was a treasure dedicated to his ancestors for decades. When he went down the mountain, the only thing he took away was the dust in his hand.

I can only look forward to grandpa's blessing.