The Beginning of Panlong: Three Realms in Vertical and Horizontal

The gathering of the cult is very short. It may also be because Li Ming and others belong to the more peripheral believers. Soon they toasted to the next gathering to dedicate more worship to the'god'.

The believers who had been brainwashed naturally only agreed and left the underground palace in an orderly manner.

Of course, as a'secret', Li Ming would naturally not leave so easily. Halfway through returning to his residence, he put on a set of impervious magic weapon robe, used this magic weapon to cover his breath, and sneaked in again. In the hall.

"Huh... there really is someone behind this cult!" Behind a stone pillar hidden behind the hall, the aura converged, and the five senses remained at the pinnacle level of the innate realm.

Li Ming could see that the cult who pretended to be making a big toast before pretending to be mysterious, but now crawling under the body of a man in a red robe.

"Master!" The big toast knelt down with incomparable respect.

"Asan, I asked you to establish a sect, not for that little gold and silver. I asked you to collect the Zihe cart, the blood of virgins, and the grievances of the nine ghosts." The voice was hoarse, unclear, and full of grievances. Deterrence.

"Great master, please listen to me." Da Toast's kneeling body was trembling, but he said clearly: "In the ordinary, as long as there is enough gold and silver, Zichehe can easily buy it. You can buy it with some effort. Even treasures like Jiugui Zimuhui can be produced by taking time to lay out."

"So that's it." The voice's master turned his head, allowing Li Ming to see the figure.

"Zombie? Or is it a completely intelligent zombie? He knows how to collect resources from human beings to increase the power of zombies." Li Ming's expression is a bit weird. Zombies are not uncommon. , There is a corpse farm, and it can also produce the most ordinary zombies.

But wise zombies are too rare. Strictly speaking, zombies mean that the flesh and blood of the corpse are not corrupted and then become refined, and they are born with great flaws in the spirit.

Normally, when the soul is cultivated to the level of the soul, only when the soul is conceived in the body, sufficient wisdom will inevitably be born.

And the zombie in front of Li Ming is definitely not at the primordial spirit level, and may not even reach the level of the Purple Mansion, otherwise it would not use the low-level resources to practice.

Suddenly, this zombie seemed to lower his head and say something to his men, but in fact his body shook quickly.

Li Ming was taken aback, did this zombie find himself?

wrong!

The zombie did not find himself.

A magic talisman shoots out from the void. Although the level of the talisman seems to be very general to Li Ming, it is an authentic Taoist talisman, which seems to be a talisman designed to restrain zombies and ghosts.

The rune directly hits the zombie's arm, but a wise zombie will naturally not be easily hit. Although the body is a bit stiff, the speed is not slow at all. The claws will disperse the charm with a single wave.

A figure appeared in the underground palace.

The middle-aged man is wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe, with black Taoist patterns appearing, holding a handle..The magic weapon flying sword that doesn't flow.

The sword light is like flowing water, the magic weapon is general, the swordsmanship is slightly better, and it is just touching, but the momentum is firmly locked to the zombies and does not retreat.

"Monster, where to go!"

Chapter 23 Moral Life (3) Zombie·Lin Daoshi

The middle-aged Taoist turned his right hand into sword light, and tapped the magic charm with his left finger, and a light hit the zombie's body.

The zombie's body shook, and the clothing around it was directly destroyed, revealing the cyan-like iron body.

Zombies, the body defense is no less than the same realm of gods and demons.

The zombie leaped forward, and the pair of claws and nails stretched out like hooks. The black color seemed to be smeared with poison---not as if, but real corpse poison, like this middle-aged Taoist congenital master, was poisoned It will turn into pus as soon as it is touched.

Although the middle-aged Taoist swordsmanship is average, but his posture is quite vigorous, his feet turn lightly and fiercely, easily avoiding the zombie's catch.

At the same time, the sword light in his hand turned, but only a white trace was drawn on the zombie.

Instead, the spell hit the zombie, staggering the zombie, and the action was slow.

"The means of specifically restraining zombies, it seems that the practice is also very special. Although it can only be regarded as the method of the local level, it seems to have a special effect against zombies and ghosts."

Li Ming sighed slightly. Although this Taoist priest had some special methods, he seemed to suffer a bit from dealing with zombies of the same level.

"No matter, I'm an'secret' now, but I'm also an innate master of Lishan Castle, and it makes sense to help."

With a wave of Li Ming's hand, a long spear that had not been used for a long time appeared in his palm.

"Which~" Li Ming is like a real vulgar innate master, a spear turns like a big dragon, directly killing the zombies.

"Haha, fellow Taoist, be careful of the corpse poison of the zombies!" The Taoist in Huangpao saw Li Ming's shot, and he didn't suspect him, but worried about Li Ming's safety.

Li Ming let out a whistle, the spear turned into countless poisonous pythons, instead of fighting head-on, but constantly tapping on the zombie's joints, restraining its movements.

"Good job!" The middle-aged Taoist laughed, abandoning the sword, waved his hands again and again, and a series of spells appeared, hitting the zombie's body.

The power of a spell may not break the body of a zombie, but dozens of spells in succession turn into a golden net to trap the zombie.

Li Ming's naked eyes clearly saw the fragility of the zombie's tough body under the golden light of the French Open.

"Huh!" Li Ming's spear pierced directly through the zombie's chest.

"Roar~" Although the chest is pierced, the zombie's vitality is still strong, but it still hasn't fallen. The corpse-poisoned claws have grabbed Li Ming's neck.

"It's awful~" Li Ming moved slightly, trying to avoid him, no, even if he didn't move, the zombie couldn't break his body.

But this is bound to show power far beyond the innate category.

"Puff~" The middle-aged Taoist's arm pressed tightly against the zombie's head, and he tugged.

The zombie's claws failed to catch Li Ming, but he bent his neck and bit the middle-aged Taoist's arm.

"Puff puff~" Taking this opportunity, Li Ming's spear pierced one after another, piercing the zombie body into more than ten blood holes.

Even the zombies couldn't bear such severe injuries and fell to the ground and died.

Li Ming carried the middle-aged Taoist on his shoulders, and casually stabbed to death the big toast that had an innate realm, but had lost his courage.

Two and a half hours later, the sky was bright and the morning light was faint.

Wumu City has woken up, but some merchants have discovered that the little spice seller in that situation has rarely come.

In the city, some believers who believed in the'Almighty Sect' did not discover until the night of this day that all the great figures such as the hierarch, the sacrificial wine, etc. had all disappeared.

In a restaurant in the city, Li Minghe set up a private room for the buddies to bring good wine and food to drink with the middle-aged Taoist priests.

"This wine is not bad. Brother Li can kill that zombie this time. You have made a great contribution." Lin Daoshi was rather disappointed.

"Brother Lin Dao.. Is this hand okay?" Li Ming's brows jumped a little, because the middle-aged Taoist priest, no, Lin Daoshi's entire right arm was cut off by himself.

It can't be done. Being poisoned by a corpse, although it will not turn into a zombie like some common rumors, it will continue to eat away flesh and blood.

The detoxification of the corpse is difficult to achieve in a short time, so the two evils are the lesser, and Lin Daoshi cut off his right arm with a magic weapon.

Of course, as a natural master, he broke his right arm, but it was not difficult to stop the blood from the wound.

"Brother Li joked. It's normal for me to wait for the demon to kill the demons. It's normal to get some injuries." Although the strength of Lin Daoshi is average, he has a taste of arrogance and dryness. He doesn't care about the injury of the right arm that was broken from the elbow.