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

　06 “With the blessing of the sect leader, if Lin Jiu can survive this disaster safely, he will definitely rebuild his golden body.” The uncle muttered.

In terms of momentum, we cannot lose.

Haha.

A very regular laugh, a thorough laugh.

“Grandpa, I would definitely like to know. His apprentice prepared such a good thing for him, but it is not the case.”

Spring is like a pillar, thundering.

There were popping sounds.

The thunder was as deep as clouds.

falling apart.

If you touch it, it will turn into ashes immediately.

But Qiu Sheng looked panicked.

The praying eyes gazed at Luochuan.

"Uncle Shi, help me. We still want to hide in your tortoise shell. Can you help me make a hole?" Qiu Sheng. Flattery based on face alone.

Extremely humble.

"Mr. Lin is really good. His ability to smooth things over is first-rate." Luo Chuan took advantage of the gap between Shi Jian and Uncle Jiu and let them in directly.

Gold watch on the head.

It’s really not safe.

Luochuan holds the Bagua mirror in his hand.

The moon is very round tonight.

The big pearl seemed to have fallen into the jade dish.

The Bagua Mirror guides the moonlight and accumulates power.

"Traitors, what are you two doing hiding there? Hurry up and take the Bagua mirror to Master." Lin Yipi.

Wow, the three of them are still laughing.

He was the only one who reluctantly supported it.

Luo Chuan left him at the back of his head.

Under the Bagua mirror, all kinds of monsters cannot escape.

"Shi Jian, show your brother what's behind. What's hidden in the black fog?"

Luo Chuan sneered.

Zombie King.

Got Guan Gong's sword and swung it like the wind.

Break the black fog.

Green blood flowed out from the black mist.

Damage to the steering wheel.

In the blink of an eye, it became a pile of scrap metal.

Luochuan felt a little disgusted.

What are you doing

"Shi Jian, Master and Disciple know that you practiced the Dao by refining ghosts, and that you advanced rapidly after practicing. I didn't expect that you also raised ghosts. Feeding ghosts. A disciple of Maoshan."

The black fog rolled in.

A horned monster walked out of the black fog.

Scars, carved into his face, still had green blood, red eyes, green teeth, and dark skin, faintly glowing with blood.

Saliva was spilling all over the floor.

Let out a mocking laugh.

"Teacher, there is no need to be so awkward with each other. I will let you become a monk, but I won't allow you to feed ghosts?" The stone was swept away and thrown away coldly.

At that moment, the room turned into ashes.

Luochuan went out with the ancestor and the Bagua mirror.

"Humph."

"Brother, you should know the consequences of feeding ghosts."

"As a result, the high-level longevity street is right under your feet. God! The aura of the earth is very weak. None of our monks can become immortals.

"How many years, one hundred years, two hundred years, three hundred years? Has anyone become an immortal since the Manchu Tatars occupied the Central Plains?" Shi Jian asked.

"not even one."

"The Manchu shamans occupied the dragon veins, locked the dragon veins, closed themselves off, guarded the Manchu dynasty's century-old foundation, and completely cut off the vitality of the earth. My young masters, no one will be able to become an immortal anymore." Shi Jian snorted coldly.

general speaking.

Luochuan's heart was also trembling.

The Qing Dynasty shamans used shamanic sorcery to imprison the dragon veins. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth became weaker and weaker, which was worse than Liu Bowen's severing of the dragon veins in the Ming Dynasty, and worse than severing his spiritual path.

Liu Bowen cut off nine dragon veins and left only one to prepare for the eternal Ming Dynasty.

But how many dynasties have there been since ancient times?

Corrupt people are human beings, not dragon veins.

In the courtyard, there are pillars made of rotten wood.

The rise and fall of a dynasty, like a dragon vein, cannot function if supported by simple language.

But when Liu Bowen beheaded the dragon vein, it was the last golden age of the monks. The aura scattered by the dragon vein allowed many old gods to ascend to heaven step by step.

The dragon vein is inland.

Completely up.

This was the 553 last golden age of monastic practice.

Although they were the elders of Maoshan, many people still secretly rejoiced.

They were forced to jump, but looking back today, they will understand.

The cruel life of the monks has just begun.

The spiritual energy is thin, demons are everywhere, eating people's hearts, and turning the world into a complete earth.

Foxes, ghosts, demons.

How much is paid for psychic items for the deceased?

The gods became legends and the world became a demon's paradise.

In addition to the southern corner, there is another spiritual world.

"Manchu shamans are really not human beings." Luo Chuan sighed.

Bad people don't smoke.

Nail the soul, light the sky lantern, and sacrifice the blood.

Under various witchcrafts, the dragon veins were covered in dust.

Let them suffer.

"What's the use of this eternal life?" Shi Jian went crazy and roared.

"Shi Jian, why do you complain about others? There are thousands of ways to achieve immortality. Our chances of choosing are much better than those of poison masters, painters, and shamans who don't pass on poison."

Luochuan is a bit boring.

"Yes, more, but the Discipline, like the Abyss, controls us. What do you want?".

Chapter 174 Uncle Zombie

Fountain pen and silver hook.

In the black fog, he was spit out by a horned monster.

The precepts of corruption can be vaguely discerned.

Xu Shou went too far.

No, let me see.

The uncle looked worried.

Why is this happening?

"I don't want to say more. Just look at the real chapter at hand."

Shi Jian was waving a whip, Luo Chuan was holding a corner of the Bagua mirror, and there were five Bagua mirrors under his feet.

"Brother, these few years, take a look at whether you are sincere in your heart. Will grandpa bless us?" Luo Chuan urged.

"Bagua mirror, people are in the Tao, Tao."

The uncle in the hotel grabbed a corner of the Bagua mirror.

Mr. Cai and Qiu Sheng are at the same angle, and there are two Bagua mirrors, not enough people.

Luochuan was very anxious.

"That little brother, the Zombie King's clone, just find a corner to live in." Uncle Nine warned.

Luochuan is boring.

Uncle Nine broke my heart.

His doppelganger is the evil of the world and is naturally sensitive to the Bagua Mirror.

Don't dare to touch.

But there is nothing we can do now.

Compared to life, I can bear to be hurt.

Luo Chuan nodded helplessly.

The Zombie King, holding the cloth bag, reluctantly took a corner of the Bagua mirror.

"But there are still corners where there are not enough people." Luochuan was sweating profusely.

Shi Jian, keep going, it's almost over.

Luochuan didn't want to say anything.

The ghost king from the underworld broke through the limitations of the underworld and the barriers of space and really came to this world.

What could he say?

Did the mafia fail in their duties?

He doesn't have the courage, nothing to reconcile with those gangster men. Can he solve it?

"Ghost King..."

Uncle Jiu stared at Xu Bu Si gloomily. Xu Bu Si was an alien from Maoshan, and his understanding of these ghosts far exceeded Uncle Jiu's.

The well-known Taoist methods of longevity were completely unsuitable for practice during the turbulent times of the Republic of China.

Only ghosts and virtual forms can achieve immortality. Therefore, ghost breeding is very popular in tourist spots, although the method of poison is very powerful.

Kill the invisible ones!

There is no possibility of immortality.

"Brother Lin, be careful. Don't interfere in things that shouldn't happen. You are still a living person, and the affairs of the underworld are not something we can control. Remember!" Luo Chuan warned.

He is most afraid of trouble.

However, Uncle Jiu seems to be a trouble maker. When you are with him, monsters and magicians always come to you.