Zombie: After cheating, Uncle Nine regretted not accepting a disciple.
36 Uncle Nine: Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai, Help Me

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Was a virtuous magic tool very rare? I picked it up.

Can it compare to the top-grade magic weapon I refined?

Fang Han's words were like two knives that stabbed into Ninth Uncle's chest.

Ninth Uncle felt his heart ache.

Which of these two sentences didn't strike a blow?

He had never seen a Merit Dharmic Artifact in his life. It was even rarer than a supreme-grade Dharmic Artifact or a Universe Bag.

Although a supreme-grade magic weapon could not compare to a Merit Magic Weapon, it was still very difficult to refine. The fact that Fang Han could refine it showed that he was a genius.

These two Versailles words were too shocking.

He wanted to kill someone.

The Feng Shui Master also saw Fang Han's Merit Dharma Artifact. His eyes were filled with greed, and he could not wait to possess it.

"Brat, you actually have a Merit Artifact. But it doesn't matter, it's going to be mine soon.”

"That depends on whether you have the ability.”

Fang Han grabbed the Demon-Suppressing Sword.

He was at the ninth level of Qi Refinement, and he was at the peak of Internal Refinement, with his Qi and blood transforming into a dragon.

With two supreme-grade magic tools and one merit magic tool, they couldn't deal with some undeads.

"Attack!"

The Feng Shui Master shook the bell, and all the undeads rushed toward Fang Han under his control.

He wanted to kill Fang Han first and get his hands on the Merit Artifact.

Of course, Ren Fa couldn't forget that a group of undeads rushed towards Fang Han and the stairs.

He could kill Ren Fa if he went up the stairs.

"Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai, there are more undeads here. You guys watch from above.”

Uncle Nine said. He raised his mahogany sword and kicked an undead away.

These undeads were just a lot in number, but their strength was not that great. Both Fang Han and Ninth Uncle could easily deal with them.

Puchi...

Fang Han grabbed the Demon-Subduing Sword and used the Power Splitting Mount Hua.

Fang Han cut open the heads of a few undeads that approached him.

Killed undeads. Gained 65 merits.]

Killed undeads. Gained 60 merits.]

Fang Han's mind was filled with messages.

These undeads received different merits, but the amount was roughly the same.

He would definitely be able to get a lot of merit points after killing all the undeads.

A group of undeads surrounded Fang Han and Ninth Uncle, but they were easily blocked. They couldn't go up the stairs at all, let alone kill Ren Fa.

"Come, come, come. I'll play with you.”

Fang Han waved the Demon-Subduing Sword excitedly. Every time he slashed down, an undead would be killed.

He was very glad that he had spent so much merit to obtain a Virtue Dharmic Sword.

Killing zombies was as easy as cutting watermelons.

If he punched and kicked, he would have to break the undead's neck, which would be a waste of time and energy.

Ninth Uncle might even steal the merit points.

"Damn it!"

The Feng Shui Master gritted his teeth in anger when he saw Fang Han start a massacre.

There were so many undeads, but they couldn't do anything to Fang Han. They couldn't even go up the stairs.

How could he kill Ren Fa and take revenge?

How was he going to snatch Fang Han's Merit Artifact?

"You go together and kill them all.”

The feng shui master shook the bell and chanted a spell.

Great-grandfather Ren was originally standing at the side. Under the control of the feng shui master, he slowly walked up with a fierce expression.

He glared at Ninth Uncle fiercely.

"This guy seems to be able to see."

Ninth Uncle's heart was heavy as he took a step back.

The Bronze-Armored Corpses could still be seen with the eyes. Old Master Ren was definitely a very powerful zombie.

He really might not be able to defeat Old Master Ren.

Unless Fang Han's Virtue Dharmic Sword could be used.

Ninth Uncle glanced at Fang Han. He had taken a fancy to this Virtue Dharmic Sword.

Unfortunately, he could only watch from afar and not touch it.

"Ninth Uncle, according to the rules, I'll leave this guy to you.”

Fang Han swung his arm. What a powerful guy. It was a good opportunity for Ninth Uncle to practice and let him deal with these undeads.

"Don't worry, I can do it.”

Ninth Uncle gritted his teeth. Although Old Master Ren was powerful, he could not admit defeat.

Who asked him to care about his face?

Fang Han raised his broadsword and slashed at the approaching undeads.

Puchi...

It was another undead, whose head was chopped off by Fang Han and turned into merit.

On the other side, Great-grandfather Ren jumped toward Ninth Uncle.

Ninth Uncle flew through the air and kicked Old Master Ren's chest.

This kick was like stepping on a steel plate. Ninth Uncle's expression changed, and his body trembled. He felt that his foot was very painful.

There was a numbing feeling.

Ninth Uncle also practiced the Eight Trigrams Palm. Although he was old, he was once an outstanding martial artist.

In addition, he knew magic power. With this kick, an ordinary zombie would definitely be sent flying.

However, Old Master Ren was fine. He did not even retreat.

Fang Han tried not to laugh.

But he felt that he couldn't hold it in anymore.

An ordinary Daoist actually wanted to compete with a zombie in terms of physical strength.

Did he really think that everyone was like him?

Fang Han didn't tease him. He was giving Ninth Uncle face.

Roar...

Great-grandfather Ren roared and flung his hands.

Ninth Uncle hurriedly retreated, worried that he would accidentally be rubbed by Old Master Ren.

Great-Grandfather Ren had copper skin and iron bones. If he was hit, he would definitely fall apart.

As expected, he should not have fought head-on with the zombie like Fang Han.

Not to mention that Old Master Ren was a bronze-armored zombie.

Ninth Uncle jumped on the ground and rolled around, putting some distance between them.

Great-grandfather Ren seemed to have set his mind on Ninth Uncle. He ignored Fang Han beside him and rushed straight at Ninth Uncle.

Perhaps he had not forgotten that Ninth Uncle had once suppressed it in the coffin and now wanted revenge.

Fang Han was about to make a move when he saw Great-grandfather Ren passing by.

"Sure, Ninth Uncle. Did you do something? Why is this guy chasing after you?"

Ninth Uncle looked at Old Master Ren, who was running over, with an ugly expression. He didn't seem to have done anything.

Yes, it was to suppress Old Master Ren in the coffin.

Damn, I didn't expect Old Master Ren to like to hold grudges as a zombie.

"Qiusheng, Wencai, quickly jump down and help.”

Ninth Uncle had no choice but to ask his two disciples for help.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have had the time to take out his magic weapon when facing Great-Grandfather Ren.

He needed the help of his two disciples to stall for time so that he could take out his magic tool.

After all, he was a Daoist priest. Daoist priests naturally had to use talismans and magic tools. Only a vulgar martial artist would do such a thing.

(13000 flowers added.)

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