In the city of Nanyue.

Mr. Zhuang shook his head and said helplessly:

"Every time there is such a big stir, this child is really worry-free..."

Old Kuang glanced at him, "You look very proud..."

Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but smile, "It's okay."

After all, I am my disciple!

The old man was speechless and frowned:

"The evil of Tao is kneeling down... the cause and effect of being contaminated is great..."

Mr. Zhuang shook his head and corrected:

"First, this is not a sin..."

"My senior brother has set up methods to make the corpse king a sin, and there are two conditions."

"First, this Nanyue City has refined zombies for another hundred years and slowly committed murderous crimes. In the corpse aura and foul air and the resentment of death, let the corpse king wake up slowly."

"The second is that the matter is exposed and the corpse king will devour the master, and then it will immediately become evil."

"But evil cannot defeat righteousness, the Lingshu evil formation cannot defeat Lingshu supreme formation."

"So Lu Chengyun cannot be regarded as the master of the Corpse King from beginning to end. The master of the Corpse King has always been Mo Hua, the child."

"It cannot eat the ink painting, and it cannot eat its owner."

"So, this corpse king can only be considered a half-step evil, or it is a fetus of the evil that has not transformed into a body of the evil that has not become a body of the evil that has been."

Mr. Zhuang looked at Mr. Puppet again and then said:

"Second, even if it is a sin of Tao, it's nothing."

"This child Mo Hua made him kneel down by his ability."

"Since you kneel down, it means surrender. This mark will be engraved in the Tao of cause and effect and cannot be changed."

"For ink painting, this is actually an opportunity..."

"As for this kind of despicable cause and effect, how to use it, he has to learn it later."

After Mr. Zhuang finished speaking, he was also a little moved:

"However, although it was a coincidence, it was still a bit too outrageous to make the evil knelt down..."

Old Kuang said silently: "You haven't calculated it?"

Mr. Zhuang said unhappily: "I am not a charlatan, I can calculate anything..."

Old Kuo looked at him silently, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a moment, Old Kuang's eyes slightly condensed and said in a deep voice:

"This child's spiritual consciousness is already at its peak."

Mr. Zhuang nodded, feeling a little relieved, and was also a little surprised:

"Yes, it's much faster than I thought..."

"What are you going to do next?"

Mr. Zhuang was slightly stunned, raised his head, looked over the mountains and rivers, looked into the distance, and said calmly:

"Go to where you should go..."

Old Kuang frowned, "I really want to go?"

Mr. Zhuang nodded, "The grudges in the past must be settled."

Then he looked at the yard again.

In the yard, there are lush grass and trees and clear water in the pond.

The big trees in the yard that were blocking the wind and rain swayed in the wind, and the leaves fell one after another.

Under the big tree, Mo Hua and his junior brothers and sisters often gathered together to practice, meditate, learn formations, or chat and play scenes emerged one by one...

Mr. Zhuang's expression was a little reluctant and a little melancholy.

"This journey is about to come to an end..."

...

Above the grave mountain.

Mo Hua stood with his hands behind his back and began to command the zombies, allowing them to temporarily return to the mine and sleep in the mine.

The corpse king bowed his head and followed Mo Hua.

The iron corpse is like a guard, protecting Mo Hua.

And the tens of thousands of walking zombies lined up, walking quietly and steadily towards the depths of the mine...

It was like a busy mine repairman who had been working hard for a day, going home while the sunset was set.

There is a bit of tranquility and tranquility in the blood and cruelty.

The zombies returned to the mountain and the order was complete. This scene lasted all night.

Until dawn, the sun rose and the morning glow filled the sky, and the bright rays shone on the mountain peaks outside Nanyue City.

All the monks suddenly felt lost.

They seemed to have had a nightmare.

In the dream, there are the terrifying corpse king, the cruel corpse tide, and the struggle and hard battle between life and death.

Now that I woke up from my dream, the sun rose as usual, and everything disappeared.

But they knew that this was not a dream.

They also clearly remembered that under the bloody night, the corpse energy covered the sky, the terrifying roar of the corpse king, and the twisted and terrifying aura of Taoist evil.

Also remember.

Such a terrifying corpse king was eventually suppressed, bent his knees and surrendered to a young monk.

Mo Hua is the owner of the corpse king.

At the same time, it looks like a mysterious little devil.

The corpse king knelt down and the corpses worshiped.

This incredible picture was inexplicably shocked and clearly imprinted in their sea of ​​consciousness, and they could not forget it even if they wanted to.

They looked at Mo Hua with lingering fear.

I am grateful to Mo Hua for saving my life, and I am afraid of Mo Hua's horror that Mo Hua calls for the corpses.

Nowadays, the zombies in the entire Nanyue City are all based on his intentions.

Life, death, misfortune and fortune are all in his thoughts.

Everyone was nervous.

But the ink painting is like nothing happened.

All his aura was restrained and he looked just an ordinary, cute little monk.

It seemed that nothing happened before was done by him, and it had nothing to do with him. He even asked Yang Jishan:

"Uncle Yang, do you have something to eat? I'm hungry..."

He controlled the zombies to return to the nest, and his divine thoughts were consumed a lot. Now he calmed down and realized that he was hungry.

There was some jerky meat in his storage bag.

But it was made by his mother, and he couldn't bear to eat it on weekdays and kept saving.

Yang Jishan was stunned when he heard this.

For a moment, everyone didn't know what expression to show...

...

Spend one night.

Under the control of Mo Hua, all the zombies, including the Corpse King and the Iron Corpse, temporarily returned to the mine and lived in the depths of the mine.

Ink painting simply set up the formation.

Yang Jishan also ordered that no monks were allowed to enter the mine without permission.

This mine is a complete mountain of corpses.

Moreover, there is a corpse king sleeping in the mountains.

After a group of corpses were placed, some Taoist soldiers were left to guard them, the other monks temporarily returned to the city to rest.

Mo Hua also returned to the cave with his senior brother and sister.
To be continued...