"Is this the hair of the demon king? Haha! Fellow Taoist, are you kidding me? How can a bunch of black hair without any demonic aura be the hair of the demon king?"

After hearing the answer given by Ma Yu, Uncle Jiu obviously didn't believe it.

Ma Yu was furious: "If you don't believe it, come with me to have a look?"

"Fellow Taoist, let's discuss the zombie issue."

"The zombies are gone! They were swatted to death by that big monster!" Ma Yu shouted loudly, stretched out his hand and made a downward slapping motion.

"Slap it to death!" Ma Yu emphasized, "Just shoot it to death. I saw it with my own eyes. You actually told me that this tuft of hair doesn't even have a demonic aura?"

Uncle Jiu looked at Ma Yu in front of him and didn't know what to say for a moment.

A five-hundred-year-old demon.

Who believes it?

Now that the spiritual energy is so thin, how could such a monster still appear?

You can't live that long at all.

And instead of killing people, he asked Ma Yu to find him, a Taoist priest.

Isn't this a brain disease?

…

The conscience of heaven and earth.

What's really wrong is the system.

Ding Zheng was also puzzled.

He actually issued a mission to let him worship in Maoshan.

We also need to learn from Maoshan’s heritage.

Isn't this a joke?

I am a monster!

As a result, Ding Zheng now doesn't even dare to go to Renjiazhen.

I am afraid that I will fail in my apprenticeship and my mission will fail.

"Fellow Daoist Ma, where is the monster you mentioned?"

"We'll just wait here. I think the Demon King will definitely appear soon."

The voices of Uncle Jiu and Ma Yu came from the side.

At this time, Ding Zheng was hiding behind a nearby mountain peak.

"Fellow Daoist Ma, I think you may have fallen into the monster's trick and been deceived!" Uncle Jiu said suddenly, "Maybe it was just a monster that was good at deceiving you. It took on the shape of a big monster and deceived you, and then

Take the zombies and leave, while we wait here, it's just a waste of time!"

Uncle Jiu absolutely does not believe in the existence of any great demon.

Especially that tuft of black hair.

There is no trace of evil spirit at all.

It's just ordinary animal hair.

But seeing Ma Yu's persistence, he took a step back.

I think Ma Yu was deceived by the goblin!

"In that case, why did you bring all these belongings here, Uncle Ninth?" Ma Yu rolled his eyes at Uncle Ninth, who was fully armed.

"This is to prevent us from falling into a trap. Who knows, this is the monster's conspiracy, just waiting for us to fall into the trap!" Uncle Jiu lowered his head and analyzed seriously.

"You think it's a conspiracy, but you still dare to come here?" a voice asked.

"It is the responsibility of us Maoshan Taoist priests to kill demons. Even if I guessed that this was the Hongmen Banquet, I couldn't back down. Not to mention, how could I feel at ease before the zombies were eliminated?" Uncle Jiu said righteously.

"As expected of a master disciple of Maoshan Mountain!" the voice continued, "It seems that I have a good vision, and I have chosen the most outstanding disciple of Maoshan Mountain today. Uncle Jiu, are you willing to accept me as a disciple, teach me Taoism, and work with me?

Get rid of all the monsters and zombies in this world!"

Uncle Jiu didn't feel anything was wrong at first.

But then, he frowned.

This voice doesn't seem to belong to Ma Yu.

He immediately turned his head and saw Ma Yu's nervous look.

"Fellow Daoist Ma, was it you who was talking just now?"

Ma Yu forced out an ugly smile and shook his head.

Uncle Jiu's eyes widened immediately, he pulled out the mahogany sword and looked around: "This is indeed the monster's trap, and he actually dares to play with me."

But he searched for a long time and couldn't find the so-called monster. He turned around and asked, "Fellow Taoist Ma, have you ever seen the monster here? Eh!"

Uncle Jiu suddenly screamed, and then his eyebrows furrowed further: "Fellow Taoist Ma, I remember that the mountain wall behind you should be covered with moss. Why is it gone now, only a dark patch left?"

Ma Yu continued to smile, with sweat falling from his face, and then pointed in the direction of the sky.

Uncle Jiu was stunned for a moment, then raised his head.

A tall and sturdy figure as tall as a hill was revealed.

All black hair.

His arms are as thick as iron pillars.

Two long eyebrow-like white hairs on his face extend to his shoulders.

On his black face, there was a ferocious smile that he thought was kind.

Uncle Jiu felt a chill running down his spine, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his whole body in the ice and snow.

Cold from head to toes.

"run!"

He suddenly shouted loudly and pulled Ma Yu to run back.

Ma Yu dared not run away, so she threw away Uncle Jiu's hand and knelt down towards Ding Zheng: "Demon King, I have invited Uncle Jiu here."

Ding Zheng nodded.

Seeing his potential explode, Uncle Jiu had already run fifty meters away.

The kindness on his face could no longer be maintained.

"Uncle Jiu, don't be afraid. I'm here to become a disciple sincerely. If I wanted to take action, I would have done it long ago." Ding Zheng shouted immediately.

This kind of task naturally requires courtesy first and then attack.

There's nothing it can do.

Uncle Jiu ran to a place a hundred meters away before stopping.

After turning around and looking at Ding Zheng, who was still standing there, his scalp felt as if it had exploded.

My whole body was feeling hot, and my heartbeat was beating as fast as a war drum.

"Calm down! This is a deception!"

Uncle Jiu took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and bit the tip of his tongue hard, causing severe pain.

Then open your eyes.

Ding Zheng is right there, not going anywhere.

"Whether it's a trick or not, you'll know once you try it!" Uncle Jiu saw that he had no choice.

He put away the mahogany sword and took out a copper coin sword as long as an adult's forearm.

A mouthful of blood spat out from the tip of his tongue onto the blade of the sword. Immediately, the copper coin sword glowed with a rich yellow light.

"disease!"

Uncle Jiu shouted loudly.

The copper coin sword flew straight towards Ding Zheng.

Ding Zheng stood where he was, neither moving nor avoiding.

The copper coin sword attacks.

Right between the eyebrows.

Snapped!

Wow…

The copper coin sword immediately collapsed and scattered on the ground.

Uncle Jiu's eyes widened with a look of disbelief on his face, but he was not discouraged and took out another Bagua bronze mirror.

Turning around the Eight Diagrams, a faint light flashed in the bronze mirror.

"Go!"

Uncle Jiu took the bronze mirror and shined it directly on Ding Zheng's face.

At this time, the early morning fog finally dispersed, and the sun peeked out from the dark clouds.

So the sunlight is reflected by the mirror.

It caught Ding Zheng's eyes.

Ding Zheng couldn't help but close one eye.
To be continued...