"The thunder is raging, the mines are dizzy, the six Ding and six Jia, hear my name, don't stay, welcome the good fortune, forever suppress the dragon god! Everyone!"
Zhang Yang chanted in his mind, his right index finger and middle finger formed a sword shape, gesturing at Great-grandfather Ren.
The lines that emitted yellow light formed a talisman. This talisman was the Heavenly Thunder Talisman.
Zhang Yang was a master of the Dao of Talismans. Normally, he should be able to draw Gold grade Dao of Talismans. However, due to his realm and Dao of Talismans level, he could only draw Yellow grade Dao of Talismans.
There were five grades of talismans: gold, silver, purple, blue, and yellow. The gold talisman was the most powerful, while the yellow talisman was the weakest.
Therefore, even if Zhang Yang could draw a Gold-grade [Talisman], it would still be useless if he did not reach the required level. If he were to forcefully draw it, he would most likely suffer a backlash from the [Talisman].
The Heavenly Thunder Talisman appeared in a flash. Yellow light shone brightly, and countless lightning patterns surged on it. It was as if the power of lightning sealed within was about to break out of the talisman.
Zhang Yang pointed at Great-grandfather Ren and shouted,""Go!"
Instantly, the Heavenly Thunder Talisman flew out, and the thunder patterns on it were faintly visible.
Zi la ~
Although the Heavenly Thunder Charm was a yellow grade talisman, Zhang Yang was already a master of talisman, and its power had increased greatly.
The talisman struck Old Master Ren's body, and thunder roared. Several thin lightning bolts shot out from it, and Old Master Ren's body immediately emitted the sound of firecrackers exploding.
In an instant, the ancient official robe was torn apart, and countless gray marks were imprinted on the zombie's skin, emitting a burnt smell.
Great-Grandfather Ren screamed in pain. Although the zombie did not feel pain, the Heavenly Thunder Curse had clearly caused him substantial damage.
Furthermore, any evil creature would be afraid of lightning, including zombies.
"Roar!"
Great-grandfather Ren roared furiously. His eyes turned even redder, completely condensing into the color of blood.
Violent black Yin Qi emanated from his entire body, and his aura actually became even stronger.
"You actually went berserk. However, this is the end for you. Even if you are a flying zombie, you can't withstand one palm of mine!
Last night, I learned a new palm technique called the Eight Trigrams Palm. Today, you will be the first demon to die under my iron palm!
Ha!"
Zhang Yang was getting more and more excited. The Maoshan Sect had thousands of spells, but not many of them could take on a zombie.
Looking at the berserk zombie, Zhang Yang took the lead and gestured the eight trigrams in the air. His feet were also in the eight trigrams position, walking left and right.
Instantly, his body emitted the light of the Eight Trigrams pattern. Of course, ordinary people could not see this scene.
At this moment, Great-grandfather Ren was in a state of bloodlust. He swung his two black claws at Zhang Yang's neck.
"Ah! Be careful!" Ren Tingting shouted from upstairs, panicking.
Zhang Yang was unmoved. Ren Tingting, watch carefully. A little jumping zombie is not a match for me.
By the time the zombie's claws were about to reach her, Ren Tingting had already closed her eyes, not daring to look at the outcome.
All of a sudden, the Eight Trigrams pattern erupted, and it contained an extremely strong Yang aura. The flames in his primordial spirit were actually drawn into his hand.
si la ~
Hong ~
First, there was the sound of cloth being torn apart, followed by the sound of a collision.
Look at Zhang Yang, he had already retracted his palms. The moment the zombie grabbed him, he struck out two palms.
His left palm hit Great-grandfather Ren's hands, while his right palm hit the zombie's chest.
He looked at Old Master Ren again. His dark hands fell to the ground, and extreme yang flames were burning between his fingers.
As for Great-grandfather Ren himself, he was stuck in the whitewashed wall. Without his hands, he was in a particularly sorry state.
In a few breaths, two palms, a zombie that was about to evolve into a flying zombie was stuck in the wall by a person.
"No, no screams?" Ren Tingting looked through the gap between her fingers.
"Zhang Yang defeated the zombie! He, he is so strong!”Worship filled his heart as he heaved a sigh of relief.
"Kaka ~"
Great-Grandfather Ren wanted to crawl out of the wall, but every time he moved, he could hear the sound of bones breaking.
"Roar ~" He growled again, and this time, his body finally slid down from the hole.
He fell to the ground, but he couldn't stand up no matter what.
"F * ck, Old Master Ren, you're also a talent!”Zhang Yang was shocked by what he saw next.
Great-grandfather Ren opened his mouth wide and bit the ground with his fangs, slowly moving his body forward.
"Zombies, where are the zombies!"
At this moment, Uncle Nine rushed in with Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai. Wen Cai looked around and shouted at the zombies.
Zhang Yang pointed at the ground and Wen Cai looked down at his feet.
"Ren, Old Master Ren, you're actually eating dirt. Junior Brother, you beat Old Master Ren until he ate dirt.”Wen Cai squatted down and watched as Great-Grandfather Ren continued to gnaw on the ground.
"Alright, stop fooling around. Zhang Yang, since Old Master Ren has already been subdued by you, you should help him cross over. Ashes to ashes, ashes to ashes. Old Master Ren, what do you think?”Uncle Nine said to Zhang Yang, then raised his head to ask for Old Master Ren's opinion.
"Master Zhang is my Ren family's savior.”Old Master Ren replied upstairs with lingering fear.
"In that case, let's cremate it.”
Zhang Yang took out his mahogany sword and stabbed it at Great-Grandfather Ren's head.
"Congratulations to the host for killing a jumping zombie. You have been rewarded with 4000 merit points.”
Zhang Yang was overjoyed when he heard the system notification. However, he did not show it on his face. Instead, he took out a [Incineration Talisman] from his bag and threw it at the zombie. The zombie was instantly engulfed in flames.
If it weren't for Ninth Uncle, he would have drawn a talisman out of thin air. It was too degrading to use a yellow talisman to activate such an entry-level talisman.
On top of the high wall, the flickering flames illuminated the paper figurine's face, making it look especially terrifying.
If one looked at this face carefully, wasn't it the face of the old Daoist in the mountain cave?
"Sir, you've been watching for so long. Do you want me to invite you out?”
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