Uncle Nine: You were supposed to drive corpses, so you summoned the Monkey King!

Behind the window on the second floor.

Wen Cai turned to look at Ren Tingting beside him.

"Little sister Tingting, pinch me! Am I dreaming?"

"This is a zombie! An invulnerable zombie! Junior Brother Lin Chen, why are you using it as a punching bag?"

Ren Tingting gripped the hem of her clothes tightly with her small hands.

The figure in the courtyard, enveloped in blue lightning, gave me an overwhelming sense of security.

"Master Lin must be blessed by the gods," Ren Tingting whispered.

Wen Cai pursed his lips, feeling a pang of jealousy.

"Gods protecting him? My foot! I think he's possessed by a ghost."

yard.

The young Lei Bu soldiers were having a great time.

"I've been standing guard in Heaven every day, my bones are practically rusting! Today I'll use your skeleton to loosen up my muscles!"

He attacked with both hands, his fists landing on Old Master Ren. The zombie was beaten so badly that it could only kneel on the ground and take the beating.

Just then, a voice rang in Lin Chen's mind.

"Divine Sense Countdown"

"Ten seconds!"

Lei Bu Xiaojiang stopped what he was doing and looked up at the night sky.

"This mortal body is still too weak; it reaches its limit in just one minute."

The young general from the Thunder Department was still somewhat unsatisfied.

He loosened the zombie's collar, and with a backhand grab, the lightning-struck wooden sword stuck in the ground beside him flew back into his hand.

"It's almost time for you to go!"

Lei Bu Xiaojiang gripped the sword hilt with both hands, the tip pointing downwards. The remaining divine power within his body surged into the wooden sword, and blue lightning erupted from the black blade.

"Die, you son of a bitch!"

Lei Bu's young general plunged the needle into the heart of the quasi-Grandpa Ren.

"Pfft!"

The sword tip pierced the zombie's black skin, and the lightning-struck wooden sword got stuck in the middle of the hard sternum; the bones of the half-step armored zombie were too hard.

"Five seconds!"

The countdown urges me on in my mind.

The junior officer pressed down hard on the sword hilt with both hands, and blue lightning traveled along the blade, sizzling as it burned the zombie's chest.

Black smoke rose up.

Grandpa Ren struggled, grabbing the blade with both hands and trying to pull the sword out.

"This body is still too weak; I can't exert any strength at all!"

Lei Bu's young general cursed loudly.

"Three seconds!"

"I've done my best, kid. The rest is up to you!"

"One second!"

A golden light shot up from above Lin Chen's head and into the sky.

The divine sense withdrew.

Lin Chen's swollen muscles deflated, and a feeling of exhaustion washed over his entire body.

His legs went weak, and he knelt on one knee in the mud, panting heavily. His Taoist robe was soaked with sweat.

The lightning-struck wooden sword was still stuck in the zombie's chest, and Old Master Ren lay on the ground twitching a few times.

Although half of his face was smashed, his fangs were broken, and a sword was stuck in his chest.

But it is extremely resilient.

The zombie opened its blood-red eyes, stretched out its hands, grasped the lightning-struck wooden sword at its chest, and pulled it out forcefully.

"laugh!"

The wooden sword was pulled out and thrown aside.

Black smoke was billowing from the wound on his chest, and green bodily fluids were flowing all over the ground.

The zombie stared at Lin Chen on the ground, letting out an extremely angry roar.

It holds a grudge.

"roar!"

Grandpa Ren pounced directly at Lin Chen, but at a much slower pace than before.

Lin Chen bit the tip of his tongue, using the pain to stimulate the numb nerves.

He forcibly activated the last bit of magic power in his body, used the Maoshan Seven Star Steps, and rolled away to avoid the zombie's attack.

The zombie's fingernails dug into the bluestone slabs on the ground, directly overturning a slab weighing over a hundred pounds.

Lin Chen retreated several steps, ending up on the steps of the hall.

Now his magic power is exhausted and his physical strength is depleted; he doesn't even have the strength to wield a sword.

A direct confrontation is definitely not an option.

Wencai, who was on the second floor, was so anxious when he saw this that he jumped up and down in panic.

"It's over! Junior Brother Lin Chen is out of strength! The zombies are going to eat him!"

Ren Tingting's face was pale as she looked around for a weapon.

"Quick, grab something and throw it at it!"

Ren Tingting picked up a large ceramic flowerpot from the windowsill and threw it down.

"Bang!"

The flowerpot smashed into the zombie's back, shattering into a pile of dirt.

The zombie ignored him and jumped up again, staring at Lin Chen.

Wencai panicked and picked up a chair, throwing it down. The chair hit the zombie's head and bounced off.

The zombie held its hands outstretched, its ten fingers aimed directly at Lin Chen's throat.

Lin Chen reached into his pocket and pulled out the last two proficient-level corpse-suppressing talismans.

"go!"

He made a hand seal and used it to retrieve objects from a distance.

Two yellow talismans flew out and stuck to the zombie's face.

The zombie paused for a second.

"boom!"

The yellow talisman spontaneously combusted and turned to ashes without any fire.

The half-step armored corpse has strong resistance; the corpse-suppressing talisman can only buy it a moment's time.

The zombies continued to pounce.

Lin Chen's back was pressed against the door frame, preventing him from retreating.

Just at this critical moment, a loud shout came from outside the door.

"Demon! Don't harm my nephew!"

With this loud shout.

The large iron gate was kicked open from the outside, and Uncle Nine and Master Four Eyes finally arrived.

Uncle Nine walked ahead, holding a brass Bagua mirror in his hand.

Master Four Eyes followed closely behind, carrying a large bronze sword on his back.

The two were stunned by what they saw in the courtyard. Half of the courtyard wall had collapsed, and the bluestone slabs were broken all over the ground.

Old Master Ren was in an even worse state; his official robes were tattered to shreds, half his face was collapsed, and he had lost all his fangs.

Uncle Nine didn't have time to think much. He pointed the Bagua mirror at the moon in the sky and chanted a spell.

The Bagua mirror reflected golden light onto Old Master Ren's back.

"Sizzle!"

Golden light shone on the zombie, white smoke billowed from its back, and its flesh sizzled as it burned.

Old Master Ren let out a miserable cry, abandoned Lin Chen, and turned around.

Master Four Eyes drew the bronze sword from his back with a backhand motion.

"Dare to touch my disciple? I'll chop you up!"

Master Four Eyes bit his middle finger and smeared his blood on the blade of the bronze sword, causing it to glow red.

He gripped his sword with both hands and charged forward, slashing down at the zombie's shoulder.

"when!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

The bronze greatsword struck the shoulder of the half-step armored corpse.

The zombie was already severely injured, and this sword strike forced it to retreat three steps.

Uncle Nine rushed to Lin Chen's side and helped him up.

"Lin Chen, are you alright?" Uncle Jiu asked with concern.

Lin Chen shook his head.

"He won't die, Uncle Master, this beast is too stubborn."

Looking at Old Master Ren's battered face, Uncle Jiu felt a surge of shock.

This is a half-step Ironclad Corpse that has sucked the blood of its closest relatives! Ordinary Taoists can't even break through its defenses.

This kid actually beat it up into this dog-like state?

In the courtyard, the Taoist priest with four eyes was locked in a fierce battle with the zombie.

Old Master Ren was already half-dead from being beaten by the young generals of the Thunder Department, and now he was being attacked from both sides by the Bagua Mirror and the bronze greatsword.

Its pitiful intelligence told it that it wouldn't get away with this today.

The zombie opened its mouth and spewed out a mouthful of black corpse energy, which blocked the path in front of the Four-Eyed Taoist.

Master Simu was so overwhelmed by the stench that he retreated repeatedly, quickly covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve.

"Such potent corpse poison! Senior brother, be careful!"

Uncle Nine waved the Bagua Mirror, and golden light tore a slit in the corpse aura.

In just those two seconds.

Grandpa Ren bent his legs and rose into the sky.

It leaped over the courtyard wall and landed on the street outside, then disappeared in a few bounds.

"Stop chasing!"

Uncle Nine stopped the Taoist priest with four eyes who was about to climb over the wall.

"Once a half-step armored corpse escapes into the deep mountains, it will be very difficult to find at night. We are not well prepared and are likely to suffer losses."

Master Four Eyes sheathed his bronze greatsword and spat.

"That old bastard ran fast."

Master Simu ran to Lin Chen's side and saw the torn Taoist robe and the bloodstains on Lin Chen's arm.

"Disciple, you've been scratched? Have you been infected with corpse poison?"

Master Simu was extremely nervous; this was his precious disciple.

Lin Chen raised his left arm and glanced at it.

The wound wasn't deep; it was just a superficial injury, and the blood that flowed out was bright red, not black.

"It's alright, Master. I dodged quickly. I only got a minor cut, but I wasn't infected by the corpse poison."

Uncle Nine walked over and picked up the lightning-struck wooden sword from the ground.

Black blood from the corpse still lingered on the blade.

Uncle Nine looked at the surrounding ruins, then at Lin Chen.

"Lin Chen, this...you did all this?"

Uncle Nine pointed to the collapsed courtyard wall and the broken stone slabs on the ground, and footsteps came from the stairs.

Wencai and Ren Tingting ran down.

Wencai, beaming with excitement, ran to Uncle Jiu.

"Master! You didn't see it just now!"

"Junior Brother Lin Chen is simply inhuman! He's possessed by a god!"