The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

There was no earth-shattering noise, only a strange feeling as if space itself had been drained and everything was decaying and annihilating in silence.

A gray-white palm print shot out from Lin Mo's palm, growing larger in the wind.

In an instant, it transformed into a colossal curtain that blotted out the sky, pressing forward with overwhelming force.

The seven or eight assassins at the forefront stopped abruptly the moment their bodies came into contact with the gray palm print.

The anger and madness on their faces froze instantly, as if they had been frozen in place.

Immediately afterwards, their skin, like a stone sculpture weathered over a thousand years, lost all its luster and color.

The flesh and blood withered and shrank at a visible rate, and the light in the eyes quickly dimmed and disappeared.

Even the weapons in their hands quickly rusted and became brittle, as if they had been mercilessly eroded by the years.

As the palm print swept past, they remained frozen in place, still in their forward-rushing posture.

Then it collapsed silently, turning into ashes.

The body was truly gone, with neither bones nor spirit remaining!

The assassins rushing in from behind were terrified at the sight and tried to stop, but it was too late.

Those grazed by the edge of that deadly palm print were either killed or maimed, collapsing instantly amidst screams of agony.

Just as Lin Mo's palm strike was about to unleash its old power and before new power was generated, a delicate moment occurred.

Xue Ge Lao, who had been keeping a close eye on the fighter jets, finally made a move!

His figure flickered like a ghost, disappearing from the spot without warning.

In the next instant, he appeared beside Lin Mo!

Two iron galls, which had been tucked together for many years, tore through the air, carrying the sinister and poisonous aura condensed from his life's cultivation.

Like two cannonballs fired from a gun, they aimed straight for Lin Mo's temples!

fast!

quasi!

ruthless!

That's incredibly tricky!

This is the real killer move!

All the previous words and the encirclement by the crowd were to create an opportunity for this sudden sneak attack!

A smug grin even appeared on Xue Ge Lao's face, as if he could already see Lin Mo fall.

Even grandmasters are human; if a master of the same level strikes a vital point, they will die just like everyone else!

however!

The next moment, two dull sounds, like the sound of breaking leather, rang out almost simultaneously.

Boom!

The sinister smile on Xue Gelao's face froze instantly.

He felt as if his iron fist wasn't striking flesh and blood.

Instead, it struck a piece of ancient, cold iron!

No, it's even several times harder than cold iron!

The recoil made his wrist numb and his blood churn.

He looked up in horror and saw that beneath Lin Mo's skin at his temples, there were faint, incredibly fine, almost tangible golden dragon scales that flashed by!

An aura of desolation, antiquity, and extreme dominance swept over us!

Lin Mo didn't even turn to look at him, only glancing at him indifferently.

That gaze was cold and indifferent, like a dragon looking down at an ant, carrying endless majesty and contempt.

"Is this enough strength?"

Lin Mo's voice was indifferent and calm, yet it struck Xue Ge Lao's heart like a heavy hammer.

Grand Secretary Xue felt a chill run down his spine, a cold sensation shooting from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!

He is not a grandmaster!

They are even more terrifying than grandmasters!

"What kind of external martial arts is this?!"

Grand Secretary Xue had never seen such a terrifying defense!

He quickly withdrew, already harboring the intention to retreat.

But Lin Mo didn't give him that chance.

As he braced himself against the sneak attack, he casually slashed backward with his left hand, fingers pointing like a knife.

scoff!

A sharp blade of condensed, almost tangible, energy flashed past.

"what!"

Grand Secretary Xue screamed as one of his arms was severed at the shoulder, and blood gushed out instantly.

He clutched his wound and retreated hastily, his face drained of color, filled only with boundless fear.

More assassins swarmed in from all the passageways, their shouts of killing deafening.

But after witnessing the terrifying power of that palm strike and the elder being seriously injured, their charge was clearly tinged with hesitation and fear.

Lin Mo frowned slightly.

There were too many small fry to kill, which only wasted his time.

He lost his patience and uttered a sentence in a detached tone.

"Zhang He, why don't you play with them for a bit?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold wind suddenly rose behind him, as if countless wronged souls were wailing.

A tall figure leaped over rapidly.

It was dressed in tattered ancient official robes, and its face was as black as ink.

Their fingernails were dark purple and long, gleaming with a cold light, like sharp daggers.

Lin Mo glanced over, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He really didn't expect that Zhang He, who had obtained the Corpse Pill, would have his green fur mostly turned into thick black fur.

It is already showing a trend of transforming into a "Mao-style stiff".

It is important to know that the most prominent feature of hairy dermatitis is the thick layer of hair on its body.

Once it becomes a hairy zombie, its skin becomes thick and tough, like copper and iron, making it difficult to be harmed by ordinary swords and knives.

They were incredibly agile, leaping from rooftops to trees with incredible speed.

Moreover, they began to be unafraid of ordinary fire and even developed some resistance to sunlight.

This is no ordinary corpse monster!

"Yes, Master."

Zhang He bowed slightly, his voice like a broken gong.

He then moved with lightning speed, darting into the crowd like a ghost.

In an instant, screams of agony rose and fell from the crowd.

The sound was incredibly mournful, like a wail from hell, sending chills down one's spine.

My neck!

One person screamed in terror and clutched his neck tightly with both hands.

Fresh blood gushed from between his fingers, staining his clothes red.

His eyes were filled with despair and fear.

"Huh? What the hell is this thing?"

The other person's eyes widened, his face filled with terror, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

He tried to escape, but his chest was pierced by sharp claws.

“No, ahhh…”

The stench of blood quickly filled the air, pungent and nauseating.

When everyone finally managed to make out the figure's appearance, they were immediately terrified.

Their eyes widened, their mouths agape as if they had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

The other person's face was deathly pale, without a trace of blood, like a dead person crawling out of a grave.

Two long fangs protruded from its mouth, sharp and pointed, gleaming with a chilling light.

A trace of fresh blood still clung to the corner of his mouth, making him look particularly ferocious and terrifying.

"A zombie...?!"

Everyone was stunned.

"You are... a member of the corpse-driving sect?"

Someone asked in a trembling voice, then suddenly remembered the zombie's respectful response to Lin Mo, and felt a jolt in their heart.

"The zombie spoke?"

It's important to know that zombies are generally unable to speak; they are like puppets, devoid of thought, and only attack instinctively.

The fact that this zombie could speak and respond suggests that it may have developed sentience and possessed intelligence and the ability to think.

This is something no ordinary zombie could do!

Even the most powerful figures in the Zhu You Corpse-Driving lineage might not have the ability to awaken the intelligence of zombies, right?

Judging from the other party's young age, I didn't expect that not only were their skills ridiculously powerful, but they could also control such a sentient zombie.

Who exactly is this person?

Many people are filled with doubt and fear.

At the same time, more than a dozen dark figures rushed out from the dense forest.

They exuded a dense aura of death and malevolence, like demons emerging from hell.