Bai Zhu stayed where he was, speechless for a long time.
That was definitely not a dazzle. Just now, he really saw his original body.
He held the knife tightly and looked around blankly. Confusing doubts filled his mind like countless black lines.
There is so much I don’t understand.
Why did I travel to this world after death, what happened to the system panel, and why zombies suddenly appeared...
Who am I?
Squeak——
There was a heavy cracking sound.
Bai Zhu lowered his head in astonishment. The handle of the ironwood knife was cracked with several deep long lines.
He stared at the handle of the knife for a few seconds, suddenly feeling a little surprised.
A shallow grip mark appeared on the heavy ironwood handle, and several cracks spread from it.
He raised the hilt of the knife to his eyebrows and stared at it for a long time.
After a long time, Baizhu laughed at himself, waved his sleeves and left.
Whatever the answer is, it doesn’t matter if you know it, it’s actually not that important.
Even if he knew it, what would it do to him now?
Bai Zhu turned the handle of the knife, held it in a light shape, and slowly sheathed it.
Not far away is the Zangyue Tower——
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As far as the eye can see, there is still a barn-like pile of corpses.
Baizhu raised his feet and stepped over a charred corpse, as if it had been burned by fire. All the clothes were burned, and the skin and flesh were torn. After several hours, there was still a burning aroma.
Dozens of zombies around seemed to be in the same death state. Baizhu lowered his head, and the bluestone was completely black, as if it had been burned by flames.
When he turned his eyes again, it was a different death state.
The method of death this time was extremely brutal. It was like being crushed by an earth-moving machine. The flesh and blood were spread out in a flat mass. It was so tragic that it was unbearable to look at.
The ferocious and domineering fist force is eye-catching, like a divine elephant stepping on it. The mountains and rivers are torn apart under its feet. It dances its long trunk and makes an explosion as loud as the sound of heaven.
"The Divine Elephant Fist..." Baizhu murmured.
He got this martial arts scroll from Zangyue Tower.
Since he was unable to practice, he only glanced at it briefly. Even so, he still thought about it.
The unbridled and domineering feeling in the fist almost made him think that it was a divine elephant with its trunk rolled up, crushing everything in its path.
artistic conception.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhao Er has already cultivated his fist intention.
It's no wonder that the Xie family of Changjin chose to associate with the Zhao family.
In other words, it is mysterious and mysterious.
The three treasures of Jing, Qi and Shen.
The lower three realms are for refining essence, the middle three realms are for refining Qi, and the upper three realms are for refining spirit.
After a long period of time, practitioners cannot even be called the Upper Three Realms. Even before the ancient times of Juedi Tiantong, there were very few people who had achieved the Upper Three Realms.
Cultivation of the mind already involves the subtle and invisible "gods" in the upper three realms.
There have never been any classics or military scrolls that record how to cultivate one's mind. The ancient sages left handwritten notes, but no one has ever succeeded by following the instructions.
It is like the unfathomable clairvoyance of martial arts. It is not found in handwritten words, or in oral transmission, or even in the contact of thoughts.
Qualification, understanding, talent, and opportunity are all indispensable.
Some people have gained something while still in the womb, and some have stepped into Vajra and are still confused and have no clue. It has never been closely related to the realm.
In the pre-Song Dynasty, a great master punched under a waterfall. His fists stagnated in the void and cut off the waterfall, which remained for three years.
As soon as the water fell, it was shattered into pieces by the rolling fist, and no trace of it was exposed.
The great master's name is Wang Qiuyi, and he was the last human immortal in the former Song Dynasty.
When Sheji was destroyed in the former Song Dynasty, he was first severely wounded by several hidden immortals at the same time. When he rushed to the imperial city with his broken body, the young emperor had already passed away and King Wu had already ascended to Dabao.
After the death of the Song Dynasty, Wang Qiuyi fought with a broken body.
The most recent time, he was only three feet away from King Wu.
At that time, the prince was beaten to death in the official road with one hand, and all the officials were frightened and said they were ill and dared not go to court. In Yedu, everyone was in danger, and Wang Qiuyi's name could even stop a child from crying at night.
Until half a year later.
King Wu used himself as bait and set up an ambush in person, and this farce finally ended.
Wang Qiuyi was killed by four invincible immortals in Shaoqiu Mountain. His death also marked the final fall of the former Song Dynasty.
He was born at the age of forty-three. After forcing back three thousand Torch Dragon Guards in one battle, he became famous at the age of forty-three.
Before, his reputation had never been spread in the world, and even the oldest media could not find out about Wang Qiuyi's life forty-three years ago.
No one knows how he came to the Sixth Realm from a poor background, and no one knows why Wang Qiuyi sacrificed his life for the former Song Dynasty.
After his death, the former Song royal family did not even know this name...
There were many thoughts in my mind, but they only lasted for a short moment.
Baizhu raised his knees and jumped over the pool of blood-colored flesh. After landing, he turned around and looked around, his heart suddenly sinking.
Mr. Zhao Er is missing...
He looked around in astonishment. The surrounding area was like a pool of blood and mud, as if he had fallen into a very bad place. Zombies were falling layer by layer like wheat. They were all wearing different clothes, but there was no such thing as the purple garment.
Obviously I saw him yesterday.
Bai Shu used his knife as a stick and blew away the piles of piles of incense sticks. He searched almost all over the bloody scene like a slaughterhouse in front of the Zangyue Tower, but Bai Shu still found nothing.
Did the surviving Zhao family members bury his body, or was it eaten by other zombies?
Can the dead walk?
Occasionally, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tall evergreen cypress, as straight as an arrow, on the far left side of Zangyue Tower, three feet tall.
At the top of the tree, he saw a piece of purple clothes stained with blood.
Bai Shu was filled with surprise and uncertainty. He put his hand against the rough tree body and spat out with all his strength.
The evergreen cypress trembled slightly, and the corners of his clothes trembled slowly, slowly floating down from the treetops and landing on the extended scabbard.
The blood stains on the corners of the clothes were still fresh, and even the scabbard was stained with a few wisps of bright red. Baizhu looked closely and saw that the pattern on the clothes was indeed the one that Mr. Zhao Er often wore.
He slowly lowered the handle of the knife, and a gust of wind blew by, causing the corners of his clothes to flutter without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Why is this?
He also turned into a zombie?
Bai Shu frowned, and a thought flashed across his mind. Since he couldn't find the key, he could only find another way out of the city.
Baizhu let out a long sigh with a complicated expression.
Leaving the city is by no means something that can be done easily.
Most of the zombies in the East Mansion were killed by Mr. Zhao Er, a great warrior who had mastered the art of refining and was only one step away from reaching the third level. The rest were only three or two kittens.
And Fenyin City.
It is the capital of Songyang County.
During the former Song Dynasty, Fenyin even briefly became the royal capital of the former Song Dynasty.
Xiaosu River runs through the north and south of the city, and also connects the two major canals, Cangou and Sheyang.
The city is ninety miles in circumference and has a population of more than 200,000. The town houses are prosperous, the mountains and sculptures are beautiful, the mountains and rivers are green and graceful, the southeast is Jia, the rich are both Chinese and barbarian, everything is prosperous, it is the grandeur of the south of the Yangtze River, and it is a heavenly palace on earth.
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Not to mention the Spring and Autumn Academy, martial arts halls, sects and even the lower courtyard of a holy land, they all occupy a place in the city.
There are countless of them, too numerous to mention.
How many zombies should there be in the city...
Bai Shu didn't dare to think about it anymore and hurried to the kitchen.
He hadn't had any water or rice for a day. Although Changchun Kung Fu could restore his energy, he felt tired after several battles.
When he turned a corner, he saw an unexpected face.
"It's you?"
Bai Shu looked at that familiar face and spoke in surprise.
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The torn hem of azure brocade hung half of its body. Every time it took a step, the sound of stool legs loosening came from within. Gorgeous patterns were scattered here and there, and a few strands of gold threads trailed long on the ground, creating a long
of blood stains.
There were burnt black marks on its surface, and when it opened and closed its mouth, the sharp canine teeth were stained with a few pieces of meat, and the blood stains were still fresh.
The zombie stood stiffly on the spot, its eyes rolling around.
