Divine level heavenly master
34 Fu Zhuan Sect’s Successor

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"Bang! Bang!"

At this moment, Jia Le and Master Ikxiu, who were using the ink thread to stop the zombie, seemed to have used too much force. When they flicked the ink thread on the zombie, they accidentally snapped it.

Although the zombie was sent flying again, and at almost twice the distance, the ink thread was broken. Without the restriction of the ink thread, no one could stop the zombie.

The two muffled sounds just now were the sound of the zombie getting up and sending Master Ikkxiu and Jiale flying.

"Quick, help! Master."

The zombie jumped in front of Jia Le and lifted him up by his neck. Its mouth was filled with four long teeth and was about to bite his neck. Jia Le was terrified and shouted.

"You can't even handle a small zombie. You're really embarrassing me!”

Just as Jia Le was shouting and Master Ikxiu, who had been beaten to the ground by the zombie, struggled to get up and rushed toward Jia Le to save him, Chen Yu, who was standing beside Daoist Priest Four-Eyed, suddenly changed his expression. He lectured Daoist Priest Four-Eyed and Jia Le.

He was still the same person as before, but his tone had a trace of unruliness. His aura had also changed greatly, becoming unfathomable.

"Ancestor, is that you?"

Daoist Priest Four-Eyed asked with a trace of probing tone when he saw Chen Yu's tone and imposing manner change greatly.

"Nonsense. If it wasn't me, could it have been you?”

Upon hearing Daoist Priest Four-Eyed's words, Chen Yu, no, Daoist Priest Xuan Ling inside Chen Yu's body snapped.

"Mao Mountain disciple Si Mu greets the ancestor.”

Seeing that the current Chen Yu was really the Ancestral Master, Daoist Priest Four-Eyed immediately bowed.

"No need."

Taoist Master Xuan Ling didn't care and looked around.

"Ancestor, please save Jia Le! He is your great-grand-disciple."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyed reminded him when he saw that the founder had no intention of saving his disciple, Jia Le.

"Humph! Our Mao Mountain juniors are getting more and more disappointing. You can't even do anything about a mere zombie.”

Hearing Daoist Priest Four-Eyed's reminder, Daoist Priest Xuan Ling looked not far away and used both hands to hold the zombie's head. Master Yixiu also grabbed the zombie's head from behind and held it tightly. However, seeing that the two of them could not hold on anymore and that his great-grand-disciple was in danger, Daoist Priest Xuan Ling reluctantly prepared to attack.

"Our highest cultivation is only at the Heavenly Talisman Realm. You're an expert who almost reached the Golden Core Realm.”

Daoist Priest Four-Eyed muttered in his heart when he heard his ancestor's words.

As mentioned before, whether it was a heavenly master or a cultivator, the realms were divided into: Ten Qi Realm, Hundred Qi Realm, Heavenly Talisman Realm, and Embryonic Establishment Realm, four realms.

As for the Golden Elixir realm, it was an expert who had completely surpassed the Embryonic Establishment realm. It was naturally not difficult for him to deal with a small zombie. Even a flying corpse that was one level higher than a zombie was not without the power to fight.

"What happened? It was actually a kid whose cultivation was only in the Ten Qi Realm? Why did you use him as a substitute for the divine spell?”

At this moment, Taoist Master Xuan Ling, who was about to use his magic power to save Jia Le, felt that there were only eight strands of magic power in his body. His expression immediately changed.

"En, it's actually a Tongyang body? That's more like it."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyed was about to explain when Daoist Priest Xuan Ling noticed a hint of joy on his face and said in surprise.

Against evil creatures such as zombies and ghosts, the body of the Child of Yang had a natural advantage in terms of casting power. Although the zombie in front of him was only a zombie and not a flying corpse, it was a piece of cake for him to deal with it in the past.

But now, he was already dead. The magic power he had in the past had vanished into thin air. It would probably be very difficult to deal with this zombie now. Meanwhile, Chen Yu's Tongyang Body was a very big advantage.

"Not only is it a Tongyang Body, but it's also a Pure Yang Body?”

However, after his shock, Taoist Master Xuan Ling sensed the body again and said in shock,

The so-called Pure Yang Body was a person who was born exactly at noon on the ninth day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar.

This was because the ancient people believed that the third quarter of the afternoon was the time of the day when Yang qi was the strongest.

On the other hand, the ninth month of the lunar calendar was the month with the most Yang qi.

The ninth day of the ninth month was the day when the yang qi was the most abundant. Therefore, the ninth day of the ninth month was called the Double Ninth Festival among the people.

On the 1st day of the 1st month, on the 9th day of the 9th month of the lunar calendar, a person born at 3:45 am was called a pure Yang body by the Taoists.

When an ordinary person had a pure Yang body, nothing could be seen. It was only a little stronger than the Yang qi of an ordinary person. However, after such people cultivated, when they subdued demons and devils, the Dao techniques they used to deal with zombies, ghosts, and other evil ghosts had an unimaginable terrifying increase.

"Hmm? There was still such a huge amount of spiritual energy in his body? This seemed to be the residual medicinal strength of the ginseng. Judging from the scale of the medicinal strength, this ginseng was at least a hundred years old.”

Soon after, Daoist Priest Xuan Ling sensed that it was scattered among Chen Yu's internal organs. Previously, Qingqing had only absorbed a small portion of the hundred-year-old ginseng's medicinal strength when she fed it to Chen Yu. He immediately asked in surprise.

At this moment, Taoist Master Xuan Ling's frown had basically relaxed.

"With the Tongyang Body, the Pure Yang Body, and the medicinal strength of the hundred-year-old ginseng, it seems that I have some confidence in dealing with this zombie.”

Then, Taoist Master Xuan Ling muttered in his heart. Although he had just scolded Taoist Master Four-Eyed and the others for being useless, he was actually only a soul now. He did not have much confidence in dealing with this zombie.

Now that he had the Tongyang Body, the Pure Yang Body, and the medicinal strength of the hundred-year-old ginseng, he had almost 70% confidence in dealing with zombies.

"Yes, the owner of this body has many good things. This was the evil-breaking talisman? This was an Ice Talisman? Was this a Flame Talisman? This was the Purple Thunder Talisman? With so many powerful talismans, it seemed that this little fellow was the successor of the Talisman Sect.”

After sensing Chen Yu's body once, Taoist Master Xuan Ling skillfully touched Chen Yu's body and took out the stack of talismans he had drawn earlier. He was immediately shocked.

One had to know that there were many things passed down in the sect of Mao Mountain. There were talismans, arrays, ghost raising, and puppet training.

According to thousands of years of history, Mao Mountain was divided into two factions. These two factions were the Talisman Sect and the Corpse Hunting Sect.

The so-called corpse-chasing sect was the collective name for raising ghosts and refining puppets. The puppet mentioned here meant "corpse", so the meaning of refining puppets was "refined corpse".

As for the Dao Talisman Sect, they used special tools and materials to draw talisman papers that possessed extraordinary power. Chen Yu's Ice Talismans, Flame Talismans, and Purple Thunder Talismans were the symbols of the Dao Talisman Sect.

In the past hundred years, due to certain reasons or historical changes, the number of disciples of the Maoshan School of Talismans had decreased and was almost lost. Almost all the people who walked outside were disciples of the Necromancer School. Even on the Maoshan Mountain, the inheritance of the School of Talismans had been cut off. He did not expect to meet a lost disciple of the School of Talismans nearly a hundred years after his death. It was precisely because of this that Taoist Master Xuan Ling was so surprised.

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