r18novel Chapter 472
Chapter 472
Thousands of meters in the sky, only Fang Yu has such vision.
Zhang Ziling flew down on the cloud, got closer and looked, his eyes widened, and said: "Ayu, this is the thunder whip in my temple, and the Taoist robes worn by the 15-year-old Taoist boy are also the Taoist robes in the temple."
"Okay, then let's go down and help."
Fang Yu stood up, jumped, and fell from the white cloud.
Boom!
Seeing that Zhang Liu'er was about to be caught by a gray-eyed zombie, Fang Yu jumped directly to the center, and the violent air wave lifted the gray-eyed zombie away.
The falling force spread along the land, with Fang Yu as the center, cracks appeared everywhere.
A dozen gray-eyed zombies were several feet away, roaring, and dared not approach.
At this time, Zhang Ziling also flew down on the cloud, standing shoulder to shoulder with Fang Yu. Seeing the other dozen zombies, he raised his hand and waved, and several thunder talismans fell on the chests of these zombies.
Boom boom...
Twelve thunders suddenly sounded, and these low-level zombies were blown to pieces by the thunder talisman.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Liuer was stunned.
Why does this thunder talisman look so familiar? And it is so powerful. The power contained in a talisman is not even comparable to that of his master.
"Thank you two seniors for saving me."
Zhang Liuer's mana was almost exhausted at this time, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably. He couldn't even hold the thunder whip in his hand.
Although these gray-eyed zombies can be injured by the thunder whip, there are too many of them. If they can't be killed with one blow, they don't know pain and attack tirelessly.
"Thunder whip, Qianyuan Taoist robe, are you from Qianyuan Temple?"
Zhang Ziling turned around and looked at Zhang Liuer.
Zhang Liuer nodded and said, "Junior Zhang Liuer, my master is Zhang Jiyuan. Now he is being attacked by the people of Sansheng Daomen, and I was sent out by my master with the Qingfeng Talisman.
I wanted to go back, but was besieged by these zombies.
If it weren't for the help of the two seniors, I would have exhausted my mana and been torn to pieces by these zombies!"
Thinking of this, Zhang Liuer still had lingering fears.
"Jiyuan's disciple? He has accepted disciples?"
Zhang Ziling was surprised.
"Sansheng Daomen, I haven't seen it for many years, and I heard about Sansheng Daomen again."
Fang Yu snorted.
Now he still remembers the ancestor of Sansheng Daomen, Mu Qingzhou, who knows many secret techniques of Sansheng Daomen, such as the blood and flesh soul lock technique, which can absorb spirits and transform the body.
"Come back to Qianyuan Temple with me."
Zhang Ziling raised his foot and ran straight to the direction of Qianyuan Temple.
He was extremely fast, with lightning flashing faintly on his body, and he was so fast that he almost turned into a shadow.
"Senior, who is this senior? Why does his magic look familiar?"
Zhang Liuer followed Fang Yu and asked.
Fang Yu summoned the Wood Spirit General to heal Zhang Liuer, and said at the same time: "His name is Zhang Ziling, and Zhang Jiyuan is his junior brother."
"Uncle Ziling?! He's still alive!"
Zhang Liuer's eyes widened, and he looked incredible.
My master often mentioned his senior brothers, including Zhang Ziling, and he mentioned him many times.
"How is it?"
Fang Yu took back the Wood Spirit General and asked.
"The injuries on my body have recovered, and the mana I consumed has all recovered. It's amazing."
Zhang Liuer took a look at the place where he was scratched. Originally, this kind of corpse poison would take three days to get rid of, but at this moment, the corpse poison in the wound has disappeared, and the wound has recovered.
"In that case, let's speed up."
Fang Yu reached out and picked up Zhang Liu'er, raised his foot and took a step, heading straight for Qianyuan Temple.
At this time, inside Qianyuan Temple, Zhang Jiyuan's protective flag had been shattered, and his body was locked by dense golden ropes.
These ropes emitted a faint golden flame, burning his flesh.
Blood flowed from the corners of Zhang Jiyuan's mouth, and he half-knelt on the ground.
Snap!
A bamboo stick hit his back, and Zhang Jiyuan opened his mouth and spit out blood again, and his back was already bloody.
"Still not telling? Where is the Taoist treasure of Qianyuan Temple! Hand it over, maybe I can keep your body intact."
Song Zhu looked at Zhang Jiyuan with a gloomy face.
The surroundings were bumpy, obviously after a battle.
But it was also obvious that Zhang Jiyuan was defeated and captured alive.
"Wishful thinking! How can the Daoist Canon of Qianyuan Temple be coveted by you, the Sansheng Dao Sect?"
Although Zhang Jiyuan was severely injured, he still refused to reveal the whereabouts of the Daoist Canon.
His talent was mediocre, but Zhang Liuer was excellent. If he was given it, he would definitely be able to carry it forward.
"Master, he is a cultivator after all, so let me suck his blood and turn him into a zombie.
The master of Qianyuan Temple, if he turns into a zombie, he will definitely be ridiculed by the Dao Sect if it is spread out."
The blue-eyed zombie stood aside, looking at Zhang Jiyuan with a smile.
HeThere are many charred places on his body, injured by lightning and fire, and the recovery speed is very slow.
Qian Youdao pursed his lips, his eyes fell on Song Zhu, and said: "Brother Song Zhu, I think it's good, what do you think?"
"We must get the Taoist scriptures of Qianyuan Temple, but don't forget our mission this time."
Su Xiuhe reminded.
"It seems that we need to change the way of torture."
Qian Youdao walked in front of Zhang Jiyuan, raised his hand and waved, and a talisman flew out.
This talisman was black, and suddenly exploded, turning into a white skull. The skull floated in the air, and the eye sockets emitted green oily flames.
The skull laughed strangely, opened its mouth and bit the other's shoulder, and the teeth sank into the flesh of Zhang Jiyuan's shoulder.
Zhang Jiyuan groaned, his face was extremely painful.
"This is a soul-devouring skeleton. It not only bites your flesh and blood, but also your soul.
Why don't you tell me? Where is the Taoist of Qianyuan Temple hiding?"
Qian Youdao narrowed his eyes slightly and asked loudly.
Seeing Zhang Jiyuan sweating profusely, he refused to speak.
Qian Youdao lost his patience and said, "Zhang Jiyuan, just tell me. Anyway, your disciple can't survive. Now it is estimated that he has been eaten by my twelve gray-eyed zombies.
Now, you are the only one left in Qianyuan Temple."
"Oh? Really? Who said that he is the only one left in Qianyuan Temple? Are you cursing me to death?"
Zhang Ziling's voice suddenly rang out at the gate.
He was wearing the Taoist robe of Qianyuan Temple and strode over.
I don't know what secret technique he used. In the blink of an eye, he was next to Zhang Jiyuan.
He stretched out his hand, lightning flashed in his palm, and pinched the soul-devouring skull.
Boom!
The skull was shattered by the lightning, and turned into countless bone fragments scattered all over the ground.
The big hand grabbed again, and the chains on Zhang Jiyuan's body broke, turning into little flames and dissipating.
Seeing the person coming, Zhang Jiyuan's face changed drastically, first he was shocked, and then he was surprised.
"Brother Ziling?"
Zhang Jiyuan stood up and looked at the young man in front of him and exclaimed.
"Jiyuan, you are old."
Zhang Ziling reached out and patted Zhang Jiyuan's shoulder, smiling slightly.
When I left Qianyuan Temple and went down the mountain to fight the enemy, now I am back, everything has changed.