Traveling Through the Heavens: Intercepting Duan Yu at the Beginning

"Ah...let go!"

Wencai burst out with all his strength, and the pillar in his hand, which was as thick as his thigh, smashed down on his head, hitting Ren Weiyong's arm heavily.

Boom!

However, this time only a dull sound was heard, and Ren Weiyong's raised arm did not bend at all. Instead, the pillar in Wencai's hand broke with a snap.

"Ah... is it so perverted?"

Wencai looked at the remaining half of the stick in his hand in disbelief, his eyes widening.

"I come!"

Uncle Jiu glared at Ren Weiyong with his eyes wide open. At this moment, Ren Weiyong had his back to him, and the peach wood sword that Qiu Sheng had inserted was still stuck in Ren Weiyong's back.

puff!

Uncle Jiu pulled out the peach wood sword, and the next moment he slashed at the zombie's arm.

Click...

However, the peach wood sword that had been invincible before suddenly broke into pieces, like a rotten wooden stick.

"hiss..."

Uncle Jiu raised the peach wood sword in his hand and took a closer look, and couldn't help but gasp.

The peach wood sword in his hand was corroded by the death energy from Ren Weiyong in just a short moment, turning into useless scrap of wood.

"Master...save me..."

Qiu Sheng was being strangled and could hardly breathe, and his neck was squeaking from being pinched by a pair of cold big hands.

If this continues, even if he is not strangled to death, his neck will be broken sooner or later.

"Let go, let go!"

Uncle Jiu was anxious. He kept wrapping the ink line around the zombie, hoping that he would give up due to the pain, but the zombie was extremely determined and even opened his mouth wide to get close to Qiu Sheng, ready to suck Qiu Sheng's blood.

"No..."

Seeing that Qiu Sheng was about to die, Wencai couldn't help but wail!

Chapter 85 Dragon Travels the Desolate World: Harmony of Yin and Yang

"You evil beast, how dare you!"

Just as Ren Weiyong's sharp fangs were about to pierce Qiu Sheng's body, a loud voice rang out from above everyone's heads.

Ren Weiyong shuddered when he heard the voice. He subconsciously looked up at the sky and saw a figure flying from a distance in the hazy night.

Even faster than Fade Chen was a crystal clear palm print.

boom!

Before Ren Weiyong could react, Baihong's palm power landed on his chest. His body, which remained motionless despite the attacks of Uncle Jiu and the others, was knocked away by this palm print.

Plop...

"Cough... cough cough... huff, huff, huff..."

Qiu Sheng, who escaped death, was gasping for breath. He had just felt the threat of death at close range and almost died young.

"Uncle Jiu, how are you guys?"

Chen Fei fell from the air. He looked around, and when his eyes fell on Ren Fa's body, his pupils shrank involuntarily, and then a burst of anger erupted from his body.

When he first arrived, Ren Fa came to visit him. Although there was a desire among rich people to help each other, he had no ill will towards him.

But now, because of his own negligence, Ren Fa died tragically. It was impossible for Chen Fei not to be angry.

"Fly, fly, fly... Master, he flew down from the sky..."

Wencai stuttered, obviously shocked by Chen Fei's sudden appearance.

Not to mention Wencai, even Uncle Jiu found it outrageous. They, the cultivators, couldn't fly in the air, but Chen Fei just flew over from the sky so clearly.

Are you the one who cultivates immortality, or are we the ones who cultivate immortality?

"Shut up, now is not the time to talk about this!"

Uncle Jiu signaled Wencai not to say anything more, and their eyes fell on Ren Weiyong who was flying backwards in the distance.

Ren Weiyong, who was hit by Chen Fei's palm, was unharmed except for the torn clothes on his body.

"Huh? Has he gotten stronger again?"

Chen Fei's eyes flickered. He was worried that this palm strike might hurt Qiu Sheng, so he still used 20% of his strength and did not dare to kill him.

But before, 20% of the force was enough to injure it, but now the opponent is not only intact, but even some changes have occurred in his body.

"Be careful, he has evolved into a half-step hairy zombie after absorbing Master Ren's blood."

"Now, his strength has undergone a tremendous change."

Uncle Jiu spoke quickly, worried that Fade Chen would suffer a loss if he was careless.

"Half-step hairy zombie, huh... no wonder he's so durable."

"That's perfect. Let me see how strong the so-called Half-Step Hairy Zombie is and how many moves he can withstand in my hands."

"Dragon travels across the vast wilderness, Yin and Yang harmonize!"

hold head high...

The loud dragon roar rose into the sky and resounded within a radius of ten miles. The people of Renjia Town not far away were awakened in the middle of the night by the dragon roar, and their faces were filled with panic.

In the charity cemetery, a black dragon shadow dozens of feet long was hovering above the cemetery. The two huge eyes on the dragon's head stared at the zombie transformed by Ren Weiyong with piercing eyes, as if staring at its prey.

This move was created by Chen Fei by combining the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and the Tianshan Six Yang Palms. While retaining the extreme strength and yang of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, it also incorporated the yin and yang characteristics of the Tianshan Six Yang Palms.

"Gulp...Dragon..."

Uncle Jiu and the others were stunned. What did they see? There was actually a dragon above their heads.

Although it looks a bit unreal, it is not something that humans can make. It is simply unbelievable.

As Chen Fei took action, the cognition of Uncle Jiu and others was refreshed again and again. If ancient martial arts were so powerful, why did they still practice Taoism?

Facing the giant dragon circling in the sky, the zombie that was so majestic just a moment ago was shaking like a sieve, and a look of fear like a human appeared in his eyes.

Run, you must run, otherwise you will die here.

This was the only thing that Ren Weiyong could think of with the slightest bit of intelligence in his mind. The human in front of him was definitely not someone he could afford to provoke, not even if he evolved into a real hairy zombie.

I can’t beat him. I really can’t beat him!

Without hesitation, almost instinctively, Ren Weiyong jumped up and tried to escape from the courtyard.

"You want to leave? Can you still leave? Die!"

Chen Fei's eyes were cold. He waved his hand and the giant dragon hovering above his head roared and rushed to Ren Weiyong, surrounding his body tightly in the middle.

No matter how the opponent rushed left and right, he could not break free from the dragon's restraints.

Not only that, as the giant dragon's body continued to circle, the two forces of extreme yin and extreme yang erupted at once, and raging flames instantly burned on Ren Weiyong's body, but inside his body, there was a cold and gloomy force corroding him.

The two forces of extreme yin and extreme yang worked together to cause Ren Weiyong to let out a shrill howl.

"Hmm? Is that the cry of a zombie? Add to that the dragon-like roar just now... Oh no, did we run into some master?"

Near Renjia Town, a middle-aged man in a blood-red robe suddenly looked up in the direction of the charity cemetery. His expression changed again and again, and finally he gritted his teeth and ran quickly towards the charity cemetery.

This was the zombie he had painstakingly created. It was related to his future status in the Blood God Cult, so he must not let anyone destroy it.

In the charity cemetery, with the outbreak of the move "Dragon Travels the Eight Desolations: Harmony of Yin and Yang", raging flames burned on the body of the zombie transformed by Ren Weiyong, and his body was constantly being worn away by the two forces of fire and ice.

"Xiao Fei, you can't kill him like this. The zombie's key is the core in his body. You must use Taoism to break his core in order to completely exterminate him."

After a while, seeing the zombies howling miserably but not dying, Uncle Jiu realized what was wrong and spoke loudly to Fade Chen.

"I see!"

Fade Chen nodded, and his palm power changed. The original yin and yang palm power instantly turned into the power of extreme yin. The flames on Ren Weiyong's body were extinguished in an instant, and a white frost spread over his body, freezing his body in a short moment.

"Can you lend me the peach wood sword?"

Picking up another intact peach wood sword from the altar, Chen Fei mobilized his magic power, poured it into the peach wood sword, and then threw the peach wood sword in his hand fiercely.

puff!

The peach wood sword filled with magic power accurately pierced into the core of Ren Weiyong's death energy. The two forces collided in his body, and finally, under the gaze of everyone, the zombie's body with copper skin and iron bones exploded into pieces.

"Finally dead, zombies are so hard to deal with!"

Fade Chen shook his head. If it weren't for the power of magic to restrain dead creatures like zombies, it would be possible to kill them with ancient martial arts alone, but it would take some time.

"This is a half-step hairy zombie. In the entire Maoshan Sect, or even in the entire cultivation world today, there are only a few people who can deal with him single-handedly."

Uncle Jiu sighed and said with a tired look.

Chapter 86 Come, Don’t Leave

"Hmm? Uncle Jiu, do you have any friends coming to visit?"

Suddenly, Fade Chen looked up outside the charity cemetery and asked Uncle Jiu with a frown!

"Friends? I don't have many friends."

"Except for my fellow disciples from Mount Mao, few people come to my place."

"The one who comes most frequently is Junior Brother Simu, who often passes by with corpses, but he just left yesterday, so it's impossible for him to come back so soon."

Uncle Jiu was stunned, but then shook his head in denial.

"Oh, that's it. Looks like someone behind the scenes is getting restless!"

Chen Fei said something without thinking, and then his body soared into the sky and disappeared.

Uncle Jiu and the others looked at Fade Chen who was flying away again with envy in their eyes.

Flying in the air is a human desire, but it cannot really be realized. In the past, when spiritual energy was rich, perhaps someone could do it, but in today's natural environment, it is difficult to break through the Qi Refining Stage, let alone fly in the air.

Outside the charity cemetery, a figure in a blood-red robe was looking inside stealthily.

"Damn it! The connection to the seed is broken. This means... the Zombie King I cultivated is destroyed..."

"That's twenty years of my hard work. I was just a few days late, and it's all ruined."

"I don't know which sect's master lives in there. How dare you destroy my hard work? I will definitely peel off your skin."

The figure in the blood-red robe had an extremely ugly expression on his face. His fists were clenched so tightly that they made a crackling sound. His facial expression was extremely ferocious, like a ferocious beast that was ready to devour its prey.

He was the Feng Shui master from twenty years ago. He had been rushing to Renjia Town during this period, but he didn't expect that he would still be one step behind in the end.

The zombie king he cultivated died right in front of him.

If he knew the identities of the people in the yard, he would have wanted to rush in and kill them all.

"So, it was you who really cultivated the corpse of the Ren family's ancestor into the Zombie King."

"Your identity must be the Feng Shui master from twenty years ago."

In the silent night, the sudden noise made the middle-aged man tense up. He instantly took out a magic weapon from the bag he was carrying, and then looked around cautiously.

However, no matter how hard he looked, he could not find who was speaking.

"My fellow Daoist, you've got the wrong person. I was just passing by and came over to take a look when I heard some noise."

"If this has caused any misunderstanding among you, I will leave now."

After saying this, the middle-aged man slowly stepped back, preparing to leave the charity cemetery.

"Did I let you go? If you move again, you'll die!"

A cold voice, like the soul-catcher from the underworld, rang in the middle-aged man's ears. His heartbeat kept accelerating, and big drops of cold sweat slid down his forehead.

The voice was clearly surrounding him, but he couldn't find it. This feeling made him terrified.

"run!"

Almost without hesitation, the middle-aged man in the blood-red robe ran away. The place before him was too weird, and anyone who stayed would be a fool.

However, the moment he took the first step, a huge force fell on his neck.