Ninth Uncle and Daoist Priest Four-Eyed were holding ink stools. They were pulled into a straight line.
She hit Old Master Ren's waist.
Sparks flew everywhere.
Great-grandfather Ren's expression was ferocious as he roared in a low voice.
She was knocked away a few steps before she stopped.
"Ah."
The Corpse Qi on Old Master Ren's body rose sharply again. It was angered by the large rat on the beam and kept making squeaking sounds.
Great-grandfather Ren moved almost according to these squeaking sounds.
Great-grandfather Ren jumped up.
He stomped heavily on the ground.
Daoist Priest Four-Eyed hurriedly used his hand to block the attack.
Daoist Priest Four-Eyed was sent flying again.
He fell to the ground, blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth.
Ninth Uncle stabbed Old Master Ren in the back.
Great-grandfather Ren waved his hand.
It hit Ninth Uncle's shoulder.
Ninth Uncle almost lost his balance.
Ninth Uncle and Daoist Priest Four-Eyed were fighting with the zombies.
It was impossible to determine the victor for a moment.
Lin Jing and Qiu Sheng returned to the mortuary.
"Little Uncle-Master, look, there's a big rat over there.”
Qiu Sheng said in a daze.
"Got it."
Lin Jing heard the sounds of fighting in the yard and saw the big rat squeaking on the wall.
The rat's attention was completely focused on Great-grandfather Ren.
She didn't notice that Lin Jing and Qiu Sheng had returned.
Lin Jing soared in the air.
It landed gently behind the big rat.
"It's time to end this."
Lin Jing thought to himself.
The big rat seemed to realize that there was a figure standing behind it.
He quickly turned around.
Right at this moment, a sword shadow that was emitting a fiery light flashed past.
Before the big rat could scream, its head was cut off.
Once the big rat died.
Old Master Ren seemed to have lost his composure and was no longer as steady as before, having both offense and defense.
They began to attack randomly.
Lin Jing summoned two substitute paper figurines and his original body.
Three figures charged at Old Master Ren.
"Mao Mountain Sword Formation."
Lin Jing ordered.
The three of them formed a formation.
Although Lin Jing hadn't mastered the sword array before, his master had already told him the incantation of the sword array.
As Lin Jing's talent and strength increased, he had already mastered it.
In addition, the other two substitute paper figurines were summoned by him and were connected to his mind.
The three of them formed a sword formation.
The three figures had both offensive and defensive abilities. They cooperated with each other and did not break through.
Burst.
The shadows overlapped like a dancing butterfly.
After approaching Old Master Ren.
The peach wood sword in Lin Jing's hand slashed at Great-grandfather Ren's shoulder.
Great-Grandfather Ren was in pain. He reacted and returned. He crossed his arms, wanting to smash Lin Jing, who was attacking quickly.
Just as Great-grandfather Ren's arms were about to stab Lin Jing...
A paper figurine used a mahogany sword to slash at Great-Grandfather Ren's arm.
The wound was so deep that the bones could be seen, and black corpse qi leaked out.
The sword formation was about coordination. Lin Jing and the substitute paper figurine cooperated with each other in the sword formation and almost reached perfect tacit understanding.
Before Great-grandfather Ren could retract his injured arm.
The other substitute paper figurine, the peach wood sword, came over.
A second wound appeared on Great-Grandfather Ren's arm.
Daoist Priest Four-Eyed and Ninth Uncle were completely shocked.
"Little junior brother, you can actually control paper people and even form a sword formation with them.”
"Is this still the little junior brother I know?”
Daoist Priest Four-Eyed asked in surprise.
Controlling paper figurines was relatively simple. Anyone with some skills could do it.
However, it was extremely difficult to form a sword formation.
Out of all the disciples in Mao Mountain, only Shi Jian, Ninth Uncle Lin, and Master could barely form a sword formation.
Nothing else worked. To form a sword array, it was not only a test of the strength of the cultivators, but also a consideration of tacit understanding.
Especially the tacit understanding, it was almost invisible and completely dependent on feelings.
Lin Jing could actually form a sword array with the paper figurines. His intuition of the integration of Heaven and man was probably unparalleled among the disciples of Mao Mountain.
"Little Junior Brother's talent was probably covered in dust. Now that he has an epiphany, he naturally advances by leaps and bounds.”
Ninth Uncle sighed.
Compared to Daoist Priest Four-Eyed, Ninth Uncle Lin wasn't as shocked.
He had already seen Lin Jing's ability before.
Therefore, it was relatively peaceful.
The two of them couldn't help but praise Lin Jing and Great-grandfather Ren for their wonderful fight.
"Go up and help Little Junior Brother."
Daoist Priest Four-Eyed said.
Ninth Uncle and Daoist Priest Four-Eyed formed a net with ink thread in their hands.
The two of them leaped into the air and covered Old Master Ren's head with the net.
Suddenly, flames erupted.
Great-grandfather Ren was hit in the head by the ink thread, and at the same time, he was beaten by Lin Jing's sword array without any strength to fight back.
He instinctively wanted to escape.
"You want to run?"
Lin Jing said.
I must kill Old Master Ren today and then do it with that old Taoist.
Lin Jing didn't want to be remembered by an old man.
And it was a life-threatening thought.
"Edict, divine talisman exterminate evil, urgent as law.”
It struck a yellow talisman.
The talisman instantly burned.
A bolt of lightning struck Great-Grandfather Ren.
Great-Grandfather Ren was hit in the head by the lightning and fell to the ground.
Lin Jing rushed up and slashed his sword at Grandpa Ren's neck.
The black zombie's head was chopped off.
At this moment, Great-Grandfather Ren had not breathed his last and was ready to run out with his head.
He was hit by Lin Jing's True Fire Spell.
Great-grandfather Ren ignited a raging fire.
Immediately, they heard Old Master Ren struggling in the fire and finally being burned to ashes bit by bit.
In an abandoned house not far away.
An old Daoist spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Damn Lin Jing."
"He killed two of my Immortals in a row.”
"I won't let you live past tonight."
The old Daoist muttered.
His horse immortal, Rat Gray Immortal, had been killed, and Old Master Ren, whom he had refined, had also been burned.
It was as if his arms had been cut off.
If I don't take revenge, how can I be a man?
The old Daoist held a paper crane in his hand. He flapped his wings and flew toward the wall of Ninth Uncle's memorial hall.
He silently watched the situation in the courtyard.
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After Lin Jing killed Old Master Ren.
A system notification sounded.
"Congratulations to the host for killing the black zombie Old Master Ren and ensuring peace.”
"Reward: 3500 merit points.”
The system prompted.
Lin Jing looked at the merit points on the system merit book.
Previously, he had received 1500 points from ferrying the female ghost Xiao Yu.
In addition to the 3500 points from killing Old Master Ren.
It was already 5000 points.
Lin Jing wasn't in a hurry to upgrade the system level. He wanted to upgrade it first.
To increase his strength.
A balanced development was the best strategy.
Lin Jing injected 5000 merit points into his Primordial Spirit.
Seventh Stage Scholar Realm."
5,000 merit points allowed Lin Jing to break through a minor realm.
Becoming a Seventh Stage Scholar was only one step away from the Taoist Realm.
From afar.
Lin Jing looked at the system panel.
Host: Lin Jing.
[Realm: Scholar of the Seventh Stage]
[Triggered Paranormal Level: Level 2 Paranormal Level]
[Cultivation techniques: Shangqing Body Tempering Art, Shangqing Qi Tempering Art, Five Thunder Curse]
True Fire Curse, concealing oneself.
[Level of Talisman Mastery: Yellow, Palm Exorcism Talisman (Yellow)]
[Substitute Paper Figurine: 2]
[Additional Skill: Maoshan Sword Formation]
[Magic tools: Peach Wood Sword, Purple Cloud World Daoist robe.]
[Merit Points: 0/5000]
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