The Copper-Horned Golden Coffin was specially used to trap zombies…
Ye Chen was stunned. This Jia Le was really a f * cking idiot. He was cursing him to become a zombie in front of his martial uncle!
He shook his head, turned around, and returned to his room. He did not want to see her being cleaned up.
Jia Le blinked his eyes and watched as everyone left. He also sensed that something was wrong." Master, I haven't picked the water yet. I'll go and get it!"”
After saying that, he turned around and wanted to escape, but how could Si Mu let him go so easily?
"I'll pick it later. Come over first and let master dote on you!”
"Master, stop pinching!"
"Aiyo! It hurts!"
……。
Time passed, and the sky was already dark.
Qian He and the others had just walked into the Black Forest when a gust of wind suddenly surged over.
The wind howled in his ears, as if thousands of babies were crying.
This gust of wind was extremely strange, as if it was blowing into everyone's hearts.
It made people's pupils shrink subconsciously, and they felt their hair stand on end.
Boom!
The clouds above his head were thick and dark, and a few bright and rapid lightning bolts suddenly appeared.
Lightning mixed with the darkness and the strong wind flashed through the clouds.
The snow-white light instantly dispelled the darkness, and at the same time, everyone's faces turned as pale as paper.
In an instant, a strong wind blew and dark clouds covered the sky. It was a scene before a storm.
"Set up camp! Set up camp!"
Steward Wu waved the handkerchief in his hand and shouted shyly,""If you wet the Seventy-First Prince, all of you slaves will be punished!”
Qian He's face darkened.
This gust of wind was extremely strange, and the lightning in the sky was too abrupt.
A bad feeling rose in his heart.
Before he could say anything, the rain came.
The storm came without any warning, mixed with strong winds. Pearl-sized raindrops hit the forest, mud splashed on the chest, and hit the face, making people feel slightly numb.
The wind and rain mixed together. Qian He's expression changed as he turned to look at the coffin.
Then, he slowly heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, with the tent on top, the ink net was not diluted too quickly. After the tent was set up, it would be fine to soak it again.
At this moment, Bing Yong had already set up the tent. Qian He walked quickly to Steward Wu." Steward Wu, the wind and rain are too strong. Can you let the coffin in first? Otherwise, the ink net will lose its effect…"
Before he could finish, Steward Wu threw the handkerchief in his hand and interrupted,""No! He had to let the seventy-first prince enter first!”
Qian He wanted to say more, but Steward Wu rolled his eyes and turned to leave.
Although the person in the coffin was also his master, he was a dead master. As a eunuch, he knew who he should curry favor with.
As for the rest, he wouldn't care.
Looking at Steward Wu's back, Qian He's face was filled with anger.
Just as his anger was about to explode, something happened again!
Hiss!
A tearing sound was heard. The ceiling above the coffin could not withstand the wind and rain and was sent flying.
Immediately, the coffin that had lost its roof was exposed to the storm. Black rainwater mixed with ink dripped from the coffin, dyeing the mud under its feet black.
Qian He's expression changed drastically. When he saw the little brother being welcomed into the tent, he immediately commanded Bing Yong,"Hurry up! Someone push the coffin in!"
Many soldiers stepped forward and pushed the coffin.
Due to the torrential rain, the spiritual ink on the ink fountain net was diluted. Some of it could not suppress the royal zombies. Thick corpse qi seeped out from the cracks in the coffin and floated into the sky.
Bang!
A bolt of lightning as thick as a man suddenly struck down from the sky and struck the coffin. It was as if the heavens had a spirit that appeared to exterminate evil.
For a moment, sparks flew in all directions. The soldier who was pushing the coffin was affected and turned into a charred corpse on the spot.
Qian He's expression froze when he saw this.
This was the rise of the corpse qi and the reaction with the yang qi in the clouds, which led to the lightning.
This bolt of lightning could be said to be a heavenly tribulation. If the zombie could not withstand it, then it would naturally be gone.
However, if he were to withstand it…then he would become much stronger!
Qian He looked at the coffin for a moment, but it did not make any sound. He heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the zombie did not resist…
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!
Just as he was thinking about it, a piercing sound suddenly rang out. A red light lit up on the ink fountain net on the coffin, and a pair of withered hands could be vaguely seen pushing the coffin open a crack.
Qian He's expression changed drastically.
This zombie actually withstood the lightning! The ink fountain net, which had lost most of its effectiveness, could not trap him!
Qian He immediately jumped onto the coffin and sat down cross-legged. He used the Thousand Jin Coffin Falling Technique to press down the coffin's lid.
"Bring me the rope!"
A moment later, a hemp rope as thick as an arm was brought over. With the help of his disciple, Qian He quickly tied the coffin tightly.
The rain stopped.
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief. It would be terrible if the person inside ran out.
Boom!
The ink fountain net and the thick hemp rope were instantly torn apart. The coffin was opened and fell to the ground with a loud sound.
All of this happened in a flash. Qian He was caught off guard and was also flipped to the ground.
The coffin's lid pressed down on his Daoist robe.
As if a spring was pressed, the royal zombie stood up from the coffin.
The flesh on his face had already dried up, and his purple-black face was covered with deep ravines. Two long fangs protruded from the corners of his mouth, extremely sharp and flashing with a cold light.
His appearance seemed to lower the temperature a little, and everyone felt a chill.
As soon as the zombie appeared, it stared at Qian He on the ground. Its beast-like eyes were filled with ruthlessness.
He could feel the spiritual energy in this person's body. Sucking his blood was a great tonic!
Noticing the zombie's gaze, Qian He was shocked. He raised his hand to lift the coffin lid, but it was too late.
Dong, who was beside him, saw that his master was in danger. He didn't care about his fear. He raised his peach wood sword and rushed forward.
Seeing this scene, Qian He's eyes were filled with sympathy. He did not stay where he was and began to move the coffin lid.
He knew that his disciple was buying time for him. He could not let his disciple's sacrifice be in vain.
At this time, Dong also fought with the zombie.
Ding!
With just one strike, the peach wood sword in Feng's hand was sent flying, and his sharp black nails pierced deeply into his chest.
"Ah!"
He only had time to scream before the zombie buried its head deep into his neck.
Then, the zombie pulled him into the coffin. The zombie's thick corpse qi fluctuated, and the coffin instantly flipped over.
He was pressed under the coffin with his corpse.
……
In the Four Eyes Training Hall, Ye Chen sat cross-legged on the bed, his body emitting a thick white light. The white light was cold and pure.
He had well-defined facial features and a tall and straight figure. He was immersed in the moonlight.
As he breathed in and out, the misty white light was absorbed into his body. He was like a Nine Heavens Mysterious Immortal who was breathing in and out the extreme Yin essence.
He was drawing the power of moonlight into his body to temper it.
Then, he opened his eyes. There was a bright moon in his eyes, but after he blinked, the moon disappeared and was replaced by a white lotus and a black chain.
It was the Qiankun Gazing at Qi Technique!
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