The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

"Everyone, be careful! An unknown creature is approaching," Zhang Tianyi quickly warned. His voice echoed in the night wind, sounding unusually heavy and serious. His companions reacted immediately after hearing the warning, quickly adjusting their positions and preparing to face the impending unknown threat.

Ying Ni's mind shifted slightly, and the Frost Sword in her hand seemed to come alive, slowly floating before her. The blade emanated a faint cold glow, dazzling in the darkness, as if foreshadowing the impending fierce battle. Meanwhile, Zi Jing chanted something, and the wooden fish in his hand began to emit a golden Buddha light. This light was exceptionally bright in the darkness, like a beacon in the darkness, bringing a touch of warmth and hope to everyone present. Meanwhile, Bai Handing's natal Gu swirled around her, its shadow looming in the night, as if searching for the enemy, ready to strike at any moment.

The companion with the supernatural power gathered several bolts of lightning in his palm. The lightning flashed in the darkness, like lightning in the sky, illuminating the surrounding environment and foreshadowing the coming storm. The air was filled with tension and anxiety, but everyone's eyes gleamed with determination and unyielding spirit. They were ready and would not easily retreat, no matter what challenge they faced.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the miasma grew thicker. Ying Ni and her companions realized that a colossal being was about to appear. The air was filled with an ominous atmosphere. They felt a suffocating pressure, as if even breathing had become difficult. The surrounding scene became blurred, and only the suffocating stench grew stronger. The miasma was like a veil, obscuring Ying Ni and the others' vision, making it impossible for them to discern the road ahead.

Zijing frowned upon seeing this, knowing he had to act now. The Buddhist beads in his hand suddenly flew out, like a flash of golden lightning, tearing through the darkness. Wherever the beads passed, the miasma, as if encountering its natural enemy, dispersed in all directions. The beads carved a path, like a passage of light, splitting the darkness in two, guiding a path forward for Ying Ni and her companions.

Those beings finally revealed their true forms. Passing through the path cleared by the beads, Ying Ni and her companions witnessed neatly arranged rows of small zombies on either side. These zombies wore a variety of attire, some in ancient robes, some in modern suits, and still others in contemporary casual wear. Their faces varied, some expressionless, others sporting strange grins, as if mocking human ignorance and helplessness. Their very presence seemed to silently declare a twisted possession of this world.

The neat array of zombies is chilling, as if orchestrated by some sinister force. Their presence is not only a threat to the living, but also a challenge to the very order of the world. Ying Ni and her companions know that the coming battle will be a life-or-death duel, and they must be fully prepared to face the impending test. Each one grips their weapon tightly, their hearts filled with determination and courage, ready to face this unknown challenge.

Ying Ni and her group were surrounded by a horde of zombies, a tense and solemn atmosphere enveloping them. Bai Handing wielded her whip, each swing accompanied by a crisp, air-breaking sound as she repelled the zombies one by one. Her Gu insects, under her control, silently burrowed into the zombies' bodies. Then, the zombies' movements stiffened, as if pulled by invisible strings, and they began to block their own kind.

Zhang Tianyi's brow furrowed, his gaze sweeping across the growing number of zombies around him. Though his swordsmanship was sharp, he seemed overwhelmed by the endless stream of enemies. "We can't keep going like this. There are too many zombies," he panted, a hint of anxiety in his voice.

Ying Ni calmly looked around, a cold glint in her eyes. She formed hand seals, and the air around her instantly froze, freezing several zombies in place. She looked around and spoke in a firm, forceful voice, "Do you have any immobilization talismans prepared? If so, use them now. Hold them here while I go inside to find the person behind the manipulation." As soon as she finished her words, she unleashed her earth-escape technique, instantly vanishing from sight.

Seeing Ying Ni go off to deal with the person behind the scenes, the others also gave up their reservations. Zi Jing clasped his hands together, muttering something, and then a golden light shone forth, revealing a golden Buddha statue, dispelling the surrounding miasma and bringing a ray of light to the crowd. Bai Handing pulled out an ancient bell from her bosom and gently shook it. The ringing spread like ripples, calling upon the creatures of the land to come to her aid.

Zhang Tianyi flung a handful of talismans from his bosom, quickly forming seals with his hands while chanting a spell. The talismans danced through the air, eventually forming a massive whirlwind. Wherever it passed, the zombies were immobilized, unable to move. Meanwhile, the psychic created a minefield around himself. As he moved, the zombies were electrocuted and paralyzed, falling to the ground and twitching uncontrollably.

Although Ying Li's team is small in number, they rely on their tacit cooperation and their own special abilities to fight a desperate battle with the zombie horde. Although the zombies are huge in number, they seem to lack intelligence and only act on instinct, which gives them a glimmer of hope.

Surrounded by zombies, each player was like a small boat, swaying in the wind and waves, but never sinking. They used the terrain and their respective skills to skillfully deal with the zombies, striving for precision and effectiveness in every attack, and trying to avoid unnecessary losses.

In this battle against death, everyone is giving their all, knowing that only by uniting as one can they overcome the difficulties before them. Their courage and wisdom, like a beacon in the darkness, illuminate the way forward and let the light of hope shine in the darkness.

Ying Ni stepped onto this desolate land shrouded in miasma. A vast black hole appeared before her eyes, like a yawning scar in nature. Cautiously, she peered down, only to be met with a profound darkness, as if even light itself could not escape its fate. She pulled two precious talismans from her bosom: one for invisibility, the other a breath-killing talisman capable of completely extinguishing aura. She whispered an ancient incantation and carefully placed the two talismans on her body. Her form began to blur, and her aura completely blended into the surrounding air, as if merging with the darkness.

Then, Ying Ni took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and leaped into the endless, dark abyss. As she fell, she quickly affixed a flying talisman to herself, her body instantly becoming as light as a swallow, landing with almost no sound. She landed firmly on the solid ground. All around her was dead silence, with only the sound of her own heartbeat echoing clearly in her ears.