"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms-Seeing the Dragon in the Field!”
One Zen jumped down from the corridor on the second floor and used Dragon in the Field.
"Bang! Bang!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
One Zen's move, Dragon in the Field, was used in the zombie horde and directly blew up five to six zombies.
When the surrounding zombies saw One Zen, they didn't care that he had killed their companion. Instead, they surrounded him.
In the eyes of zombies, a Zen was a delicious breakfast.
There was a fatal temptation.
They had no intelligence, only bloodlust and slaughter.
Therefore, no matter how powerful One Zen was, they still did not feel afraid.
"Regretful Dragon!"
One Zen's eyes were cold as he used Regret Dragon Entrapment on the zombies at the front.
"Great Strength Vajra Palm!"
Then, he followed up with the Great Strength Vajra Palm.
One Zen was like a tiger in a flock of sheep, slaughtering the corpses wantonly.
One after another, incomparably fierce palm techniques hit the zombie's body, and the zombie would explode on the spot.
These were just some low-level zombies. They could not be compared to Grandpa Ren, a zombie who had been buried in a treasured land for twenty years.
"Fellow Daoist, let me congratulate you!"
Priest Huang looked at One Zen's valiant figure and felt his blood boil as if he had returned to the scene of slaying demons with his master when he was young.
Priest Huang couldn't hold it in any longer and jumped down from the second-floor corridor like Yi Chan.
"Boom!"
"Aiyo!"
When he landed on the ground, Priest Huang fell on his butt and injured his foot.
Priest Huang wailed and wanted to get up, but the pain in his feet prevented him from getting up.
He could only sit on the ground in pain and retreat to avoid the zombies.
"Motherf * cker, go to hell!"
After pushing it to the corner, Priest Huang had nowhere to retreat.
Hence, his expression hardened. He grabbed a handful of glutinous rice given by One Zen and threw it at the zombies that were surrounding him.
"Crackle!"
"Crackle!"
The glutinous rice was sprinkled on the zombie's body, and a series of crackling sounds immediately sounded.
The zombie's body also burst into flames.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
The zombie was hurt by Glutinous Rice and was completely enraged.
It opened its mouth and attacked Priest Huang again.
Just as Priest Huang was about to use the glutinous rice again, One Zen's voice sounded.
"Fellow Daoist, I'm here to help you."
One Zen finished off all the zombies. When he saw Priest Huang being surrounded, he rushed over.
One palm strike, one zombie. Then, he killed one zombie.
One Zen Hand strangled the remaining zombie's neck, and the other hand reached for the zombie's mouth. With a slight force, the zombie's exposed long teeth were pulled out.
Then, the Great Strength Vajra Palm directly killed him.
"Ding! Mission completed. Reward: Mount the Nine-Headed Lion! (Nine-Headed Lion, extremely good Buddha nature! Evil Slayer.) Host, do you wish to receive it?"
After killing the last zombie, the system's mission completion notification sounded in One Zen's mind.
"I won't receive it for the time being."
One Zen replied to the system in his heart.
"Fellow Daoist, you saved my life again. I've caused you trouble.”
Priest Huang stood up with the help of the wall and thanked One Zen.
"There's no need to thank each other for helping each other. The righteous path has experienced many vicissitudes, we should help each other!”
Yi Chan waved his hand and said nonchalantly.
"Fellow Daoist is right, the righteous path has experienced many vicissitudes, we should help each other.”
Priest Huang chimed in.
Priest Huang agreed with this statement.
"By the way, Fellow Daoist, what do you want the zombie tooth for?”
Priest Huang looked at Yi Chan wrapping the zombie tooth and asked in confusion.
Zombie teeth could detoxify the corpse poison if used well, but if not used well, it would be a zombie creation machine.
Priest Huang also knew the use of the zombie tooth, so he guessed that perhaps someone he knew had been bitten by a zombie and came here.
"Oh! Ninth Uncle had accepted a business deal! If I can't spare my hands, I'll have to drive Teng Teng Town to find the zombie tooth.”
One Zen didn't hide anything from Priest Huang and explained briefly.
"Now that the Tengteng Corpse Calamity has been eliminated, we should go find the mastermind.”
Yi Chan looked around and turned to Priest Huang.
"By the way, where did you meet that old man?”
One Zen asked Priest Guanghuang.
"In Teng Teng Town. I met him in Teng Teng Town. This guy's acting skills are very good. He tricked me and drugged me.”
Speaking of that old man, Priest Huang's anger rose.
That guy used his kindness to harm his life. How could Priest Huang swallow his anger?
Hearing Priest Huang's words, One Zen was speechless.
Teng Teng Town was a very strange place. The nearby villages had already moved.
He didn't even have the slightest vigilance when he met an old man in Teng Teng Town. How did Priest Huang survive in this industry for so long?
However, he did not say it out loud.
"How about this, we'll take advantage of the night to find this old man in Teng Teng Town. Don't let him escape.”
Yi Chan said to Priest Huang with a serious expression.
"Hahahahaha! There's no need to look for me. I'm right here.”
Before Priest Huang could reply, a savage and old voice sounded.
Yi Chan and Priest Huang were shocked when they heard that. They looked towards the source of the voice.
At the door, an old man dressed in coarse linen clothes with a hunched back and a gold mouse braid strolled in.
"Are all the zombies in Teng Teng Town raised by you?”
One Zen asked with a hint of killing intent as he looked at the old man's dazed eyes.
"That's right, I raised it for almost ten years. I fed it to one person every week and was about to nurture a zombie king, but you ruined it. Damn it!"
The old man shook his head and said with some regret.
Although his voice was soft, it was unusually cold.
"One person a week? Are you a demon?”
Priest Huang pointed at the old man and asked angrily.
"Ha! As long as the Qing Dynasty can be restored, what's wrong with losing a few people? We slaves are the people of the Qing Dynasty, and we are the ghosts of the Qing Dynasty. As long as he could restore the country, even if a hundred thousand or a million died, so what?”
The old man said like a madman.
He opened his arms as if he had returned to the previous dynasty in his dream.
"Trash, it's enough that you're willing to be a slave. No one is stopping you. Why do you have to make everyone like you?”
One Zen clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth, almost unable to control the anger in his heart.
She questioned the old man with red eyes.
He was being despicable. Yes, he was despicable. He had to drag everyone to be like him. This kind of person was really despicable. No one could understand what they were thinking.
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