"One move!" He fell heavily to the ground, and Wang Xu spurted out another mouthful of blood.
He could go ten rounds in the hands of the black-haired zombie, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even hold on to one move in the hands of the musical zombie.
Feeling the numb body and the forcibly broken hard Qigong, Wang Xu got up with difficulty and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand.
"Hand...hand...over!" The musical zombie succeeded with one blow. Instead of pursuing the victory, he slowly walked up to Wang Xu and stretched out his big hand covered with purple fluff.
Wang Xu coughed heavily and looked at Uncle Ying from the corner of his eye.
When he saw it, Uncle Ying had already bent his back and ran to the altar. He made a prayer with both hands in front of the candle: "Disciple of Maoshan, please come to me, Master!"
"You can't scare me." Wang Xu said with difficulty, without any fear in his eyes.
The music zombie twitched the corners of its mouth twice, its corpse teeth flashing coldly under the moonlight, and reached out to grab Wang Xu's waist.
But before it could catch it, a mahogany sword was pulled over. Uncle Ying's face was full of gold, and he whispered: "Poverty Taoist Maoshan Yuanyi Xu Hui, you monster, dare to be so rampant in front of me!"
The Patriarch who claimed to be Xu Hui did not know who he was. When the Taomu Sword danced, it actually brought out bursts of thunder.
As soon as the sword was danced, a bolt of thunder struck down from the sky. The musical zombie was not afraid of Taoism, but it could not withstand the bombardment of the thunder, and was immediately beaten back again and again.
"Taoist Priest, who is this Xu Hui?" Wang Xu withdrew from the battle group and asked Nu Ma with a surprised look on his face.
Shrinking his neck numbly, he spoke in awe for the first time, and whispered: "Master Xu Hui, the real person of Yuanyi, is the fourth founder of our Qing sect on Maoshan Mountain. It is said that he had attained enlightenment during the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
, I didn’t expect that junior brother could invite this ancestor down!”
Generally, when the Maoshan Sect invites gods, they only invite their own ancestors, most of whom are masters or masters of the sect.
Xu Hui, the master of Yuanyi, was in the Immortal Class 1,500 years ago. It stands to reason that unless a contemporary Celestial Master takes action and establishes the throne, he cannot invite a Patriarch of this level.
Although Uncle Ying is good, he is not the current headmaster of Maoshan Sect. Logically speaking, he does not have such great reputation.
The only explanation is that Uncle Ying got lucky this time, and Master Yuan Yi might have been idle and bored, so he came down to play when he saw a disciple asking for help.
"Master Yuanyi Xu Hui is here, please help me from the Gods of Lei Department!" Patriarch Xu Hui, who was on Uncle Ying's body, slightly tilted the peach wood sword in his hand.
The next second, a thunderbolt as thick as a bucket came down, hitting the musical zombie hard, and the thunderous sound was so shocking that people had to cover their ears.
After the thunder, everything settled.
Wang Xu looked towards the location where the thunder struck and saw that the ground was scorched black. The music zombie who was so arrogant just now had turned into a piece of black coal.
"Conquering demons is the duty of our Maoshan Sect. You should do it yourself." Uncle Ying's eyes were filled with golden light. He raised his eyes and glanced around, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the ground.
When Mamadi saw this, she quickly knelt down on the ground with a magic weapon in her hand, and said respectfully: "Disciple Mamadi, I would like to send my ancestor back!"
The golden light on Uncle Ying's face returned to its original color little by little, as if it had been taken away by someone.
A few minutes later, Uncle Ying slowly opened his eyes and asked blankly: "Which Patriarch is here?"
"It's Grandmaster Xu Hui, the real person of Yuanyi!" Momandi stepped forward to help Uncle Ying up, and like a commentator, added: "Grandmaster, he pointed the mahogany sword in his hand towards the sky, then pointed it at the zombie, and a streak of sky
When thunder comes down, the zombies will be killed!"
Uncle Ying nodded clearly, glanced at the ground that was turned black by lightning, and sighed: "It's all useless for me, and I have to drag my ancestors down to earth. I really feel ashamed of my ancestors!"
Wang Xu: "..."
Wang Xu can give at least ninety-nine points to Uncle Ying, who is so pretentious. He won't give him one point because he's afraid of being proud.
A big sect, it is indeed a big sect. What is the foundation? The founder is invited to come down to earth at every turn. This is the foundation.
The Qing Sect lineage on Maoshan Mountain has at least hundreds of ancestors, and there are more than a dozen of them in the immortal class. The leader is Mao Tianshi, one of the four great heavenly masters.
The strength of the musical zombie is somewhere between that of the purple zombie and the flying zombie. It has been hundreds of years since there was a musical zombie, but it died so easily.
Is it because the Music Zombies are too weak? No, even one on one, Uncle Ying is no match for the Music Zombies.
The reason why it dies is not because it is weak, but because it has a poor background and has no backer.
If the Patriarch does not go down to the boundary, and Uncle Ying fights with it, it is not certain who will deal with it.
And Uncle Ying's strength has firmly ranked among the top three among the contemporary disciples of Maoshan, which fully illustrates the power of the musical zombies.
"Uncle Ying's victory is the victory of the ruling class and the RMB warriors, and I seem to be an individual player!" Facing Uncle Ying who seemed to have a VIP membership, Wang Xu felt that people are really different.
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For some reason, when Wang Xu saw the musical zombie being struck to death by a thunderbolt, not only did Wang Xu not feel happy, but he felt empty in his heart.
The musical zombie was stronger than him, but he died immediately. If it were him, he wouldn't have even used it at all.
"No, people who learn martial arts value single-mindedness. The method of destroying zombies with a thunderbolt made me have self-doubt." Wang Xu quickly adjusted his mentality and no longer thought about Xu Hui's method of Master Yuanyi.
Unfortunately, the thoughts in his heart are not so easy to control. The more Wang Xu forced himself not to think about it, the more images of thunder coming from the sky flashed in his mind.
At the end, Wang Xu just felt upset and whispered: "Yuan Yi Zhenren Xu Hui, those people were 1,500 years ago. If you give me 1,500 years, I won't be worse than him, right?"
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With this thought, I suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.
Wang Xu has no backer or inheritance, and the portal is his greatest source of confidence.
The portal connects the endless world, which also means endless possibilities. Wang Xu no longer escapes from the power of Master Xu Hui, but turns around to imagine his own future.
After a while, he exhaled a deep breath, his eyes became bright again, and he whispered: "After counting heroes, look at the present!"
...the next day...
After the music zombie incident was resolved, everyone stayed in the Taoist hall to rest for the night before heading back the next day.
After nine hours of turbulence, Renjia Town gradually came into view.
Wang Xu did not go back with Uncle Ying, but thinking about his zombie baby, he got out of the car outside the town and said: "Uncle Ying, there is no such thing as a feast in the world. I have been very happy with you these days.
, it’s time to leave.”
"Are you leaving?" This question was not asked by Uncle Ying, but by Ren Tingting.
After looking at Ren Tingting's expression, Wang Xu nodded with a smile and said: "We will meet again in the mountains and rivers, and we will see you later."
"See you later!" Uncle Ying didn't ask why Wang Xu wanted to leave. He was used to farewells and acted very free and easy.
However, Wen Cai was a little reluctant to give up. He raised his head in a daze, waved his hands feebly and said: "Brother Wang, remember to come see us when you have time. Qiu Sheng and I still owe you a meal of bean curd."
"Okay!" Wang Xu nodded with a smile, and then said: "Uncle Ying, say goodbye to Taoist Master Simu for me when you get back. I will come back to see you when I have time."
"Take care..." Under the watch of Uncle Ying and others, Wang Xu gradually walked away.