Chapter 437 The End of the Witch (Part 1) Four heavy cannons fired at once, and the shells washed the ground. In a blink of an eye, not to mention the zombies, the entire military camp was gone, and the ground was covered with dense potholes. “It’s so scary…” Mao Xiaofang murmured to himself. “Master, can you block this artillery?” Ah Chu looked sideways. "I know what you are thinking." Mao Xiaofang said: "Practice Kung Fu is not useless. If you practice Kung Fu well, even if you can't withstand the artillery attack, at least you have a greater chance of survival." Looking at the ruins in front of him, Qin Yao silently put away the artillery and evil spirits, and counted with his fingers: "Some zombies have escaped from the military camp. Chief Mao, do you have a spell to summon them back?" Mao Xiaofang nodded and said: "Yes, yes, but it's a little troublesome. You need to go back to Fuxi Hall to get the altar and open the altar to practice." "Don't bother me. I basically have everything you need to start a forum." Qin Yao stuffed the magic spirit bead back into his pocket, took out the space bag, and summoned the magic platform, soul-catching bell, peach wood sword, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, rune, copper bell, five-way order flag and other objects from it, and finally took out An incense burner, lit three incense sticks and inserted them into the burner. He turned to look at Mao Xiaofang: "Taoist Master Mao, what are you missing?"
Mao Xiaofang: “…” I will simply open a forum, not change my fate against the will of heaven! Speaking responsibly, most of the things on the table are unused. “It’s quite complete, there’s nothing missing.” Under Qin Yao’s sincere gaze, Mao Xiaofang said with a smile. Qin Yao chuckled, turned around in stride, and got out of the way. Mao Xiaofang took a breath, walked to the Dharma altar, drew talismans, wrote incantations, and recited scriptures. His words and deeds showed the demeanor of a master. Western suburbs. In a cave dimly lit by candlelight. A total of ninety-nine uniformed zombies closed their eyes tightly and remained still in a pit filled with black mist. Large swaths of black mist covered their bodies, and wisps of mist poured into their bodies along their nostrils. In front of the pothole. Ci Xi, who was dressed in fine clothes and elegant, stood beside the sarcophagus, looked down at the nearly a hundred zombies in the pit, and said softly: "Zombie Ancestor, you used this taboo method to refine ninety-nine zombies into a corpse king. Can’t you kill Qin Yao?” “I told you a long time ago, it is basically impossible for you to kill him, no matter you can refine the Corpse King or something.” Corpse Ancestor said indifferently. Cixi sighed. It's just a bad start and encountering a strong enemy. What's even more painful is that no matter how extreme or crazy you are, you can't kill the opponent, and you can only compromise in the end. “Besides him?” “Anyone can be killed except him.” Corpse Ancestor said with certainty. Cixi: “Including Mao Xiaofang?” "certainly."
Zhizu said: "Now Mao Xiaofang is just a poor man, so it is not difficult to kill him. But now he relies on Qin Yao. If it takes a while, you may not even be able to match him." Cixi: “…” Hearing that Mao Xiaofang would have a bright future, Cixi felt even more uncomfortable than if she had lost her own future... Sudden. The zombies in military uniforms who had their eyes closed in the pit all opened their eyes. Their upper bodies kept pushing up against the black mist, as if they were jumping based on instinct. Cixi's heart skipped a beat and she hurriedly asked, "Zizu, what's going on?" “Someone is summoning these zombies!” Corpse Ancestor said in a deep voice. "Then what should I do now?" Cixi panicked, pretending to be calm, but her eyes flickered uncontrollably. Zombie Ancestor: "There is no time left for you to slowly refine the Corpse King. Let's make a blood sacrifice and refine the Corpse King into your clone." Ci Xi’s expression changed slightly: “If the clone is killed…” "The corpse king clone of the blood sacrifice shares the same will with you. If this will is erased, the consciousness in your body will also die." Corpse Ancestor said coldly: "To put it more simply, two bodies are necessary. Sharing one life.” Cixi: “…” "Turn back." Corpse Ancestor paused for a moment, then advised again: "It's still too late to turn back now. It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years. I will take you away from here and practice well. If you succeed in your cultivation in the future, you may not be able to find Qin Yao." A shame for today." Cixi shook her head and said: "That guy caused me such a big loss. Even if I have to leave, I will leave him a lesson that I will never forget, and even scars that will be remembered for a lifetime. Corpse Ancestor, I promise you that you will treat me well." After I get rid of the bad breath in my heart and my thoughts are clear, I will go into seclusion with you." After saying this, without waiting for the corpse ancestor to react, she resolutely jumped down into the pit, and soon there were bursts of shrill screams. "Extreme extremes may open a road to life and death, but most people will go to eternal damnation." Corpse Ancestor sighed and murmured: "Why bother?" He lived for many years and realized a truth: as long as you can outlast all your opponents, you are the biggest winner. So far, he has defeated countless powerful enemies and defeated countless talented people. Only he is still alive in this world, traveling around and understanding nature. Who can say that he is not a winner? It’s a pity that simple words and profound insights cannot persuade extreme people. When a person is blinded by hatred, it is useless no matter how many great principles you tell her. I can only hope that she can still be alive after this fall. Only after experiencing life and death can we wake up! In front of the Dharma Platform. Mao Xiaofang, who was chanting a spell and casting a spell, suddenly trembled. He covered his chest with his hands, leaned forward, opened his mouth and spit out a stream of blood. Qin Yao's face tightened: "Taoist Master Mao?" Mao Xiaofang straightened his chest silently and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Those zombies are not running around, they are all with Ci Xi. They cast a spell to break my spell!" Qin Yao suddenly remembered the yin and yang corpses refined by Watta, and said: "They are most likely practicing corpse training! The zombie troops reserved by Cixi were cut by us before they were resurrected. She may want to create more An army comes out?" Mao Xiaofang stood up slowly, took out a compass from the gray cloth bag that he was carrying and said solemnly: "The zombie ancestor can hide the secret of Cixi, but he can't hide the secret of all zombies. If we look for it now, the possibility of finding it is extremely high. big." Qin Yao hesitated and said: "Your body..." Mao Xiaofang felt warm in his heart, shook his head and said: "I'm fine, just slightly injured. Ah Hai, Ah Chu, please don't follow this battle, lest we distract you anymore."
Two apprentices: “…” It’s very heartbreaking when it comes to this! Late night. Hold a sword in his right hand and a compass in his left hand, Mao Xiaofang took the lead to arrive in front of a big mountain. He lowered his head to look at the compass, then looked up at the mountain wall covered with vines in front of him, and breathed in: "This should be it." Qin Yao used his magic sword to cut off the vines hanging on the mountain wall in the air, and a cave nearly two meters high suddenly appeared in front of their eyes. "Isn't this cave a trap?" Mao Xiaofang said, "It makes my heart tremble." Qin Yao grabbed the flying sword that flew back, and measured the distance between the suspended cave and the ground. After confirming that it was not at a height that artillery could reach, he said with disappointment: "It's a pity that I couldn't fire a few cannons to explore the way first..." “It’s not like we can’t fight.” Athena said suddenly. Chin Yao: “???” Athena's face was indifferent: "Give me a cannon, I will carry it up, and you will let those ghosts load and fire the cannon in mid-air." Qin Yao was slightly startled. Okay. It seems that his thinking was imprisoned by so-called common sense. Who says field artillery can’t be carried and used? The average person cannot bear it, just because the average person is not strong enough. “Boom, boom, boom.” In the blink of an eye, the thin-looking girl in battle clothes flew up to the sky holding a cannon with both hands, pointing the muzzle in the direction of the cave; several red-clothed ghosts flew in mid-air, controlled the cannon, and fired one cannon after another towards the cave. However, the strange thing is that the cannon made a sound when it was ejected from the barrel, but after flying into the cave, it seemed to disappear out of thin air, without any life. "stop!" After firing twelve cannons in a row, Qin Yao raised his right hand and said loudly. The demons ordered and prohibited and quickly dispersed. The girl in the battle suit held up the cannon and dropped down. She gently placed the heavy cannon body on the ground, as if it was a light weight. Mao Xiaofang paused for a moment, raised his eyes and said, "Master Qin, I'll go in and take a look. You stay outside to take care of me." Qin Yao shook his head: "Master Mao, our strongest enemy is not Cixi, but the zombie ancestor. God knows what kind of trap this guy has prepared to arrange for us. Breaking in at this time is far worse than waiting for them to refine the zombie. It’s still dangerous to step out on your own.” Mao Xiaofang had a firm look on his face: "I understand, that's why I said I should go in and take a look myself. I can't just do nothing and just wait outside." Qin Yao recalled the plot of the original work and turned his brain crazily, but suddenly he remembered a person: "I have a way!" “What method?” Mao Xiaofang asked. “You can’t say it, it won’t work if you say it.” Qin Yao cupped his hands and said, "Taoist Master Mao, wait a moment, I'll be back as soon as I go..." Nearly an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Under Mao Xiaofang's eager gaze, Qin Yao flew up through the air with a child wearing a dragon robe on his shoulders, and landed at the foot of the mountain. “Xiao…” Mao Xiaofang said. “Hush.” Qin Yao put down the child, made a silent gesture towards Mao Xiaofang, and immediately became angry and shouted towards the cave: "Cixi, come out and see who I brought to you!" In the cave, in the mist pit, a beautiful face slowly emerged. “Don’t care what he says, you continue to refine yours.” Corpse Ancestor warned. Cixi nodded and was about to bury her head when she suddenly heard the man outside shouting: "Cixi, do you even care about your grandson?" Cixi was stunned for a moment, then turned to look outside the cave. A red light flashed through her eyes, and she saw a yellow dragon aura... Just like a street kid who can't resist the call of a bare-legged girl, a **** can't control the passion in his heart. Even if he knows it's wrong and may even have extremely serious consequences, he still goes into the abyss uncontrollably. After regaining consciousness, Cixi muttered the word "grandson" in her mouth, and her body slowly rose from the fog pit. “What are you doing?” Corpse Ancestor shouted sharply. "I want to save my grandson. He is in the hands of bad people." Cixi said. “That’s not your grandson!” Zhi Zu shouted: “This is the Republic of China, how can your grandson still be a child?” Cixi looked at the sarcophagus resolutely and said: "But I clearly saw the yellow dragon aura outside. This is the imperial aura of my Qing Dynasty. I will definitely not be mistaken." Zombie Ancestor: “…” “Zi Zu, this is probably the only relative I have in this world.” Cixi said with a pleading look on her face. Zhizu was helpless: "I have only heard that people can be obsessed with ghosts, but I have never heard that zombies can be obsessed with ghosts. Cixi, you have refused to listen to advice again and again. I am afraid that you will not have a good end." Cixi didn't know how to reply to him, so she said: "I'll go out and take a look first. If the dragon aura has nothing to do with me, I will never take the risk." Zizu: "That's fine, you can take care of yourself." Ci Xi flew out of the cave and whizzed down in front of everyone. She looked intently at the child controlled by the evil man and suddenly lost her consciousness. picture. so similar. This child is exactly the same as the grandson he remembered, and the dragon energy in his body comes from the same source as their Qing Dynasty. "Cixi, do you know who he is?" Qin Yao patted Xiao Xiami's head in front of him and shouted in a low voice. He remembered that in the original work, when Cixi saw Xiao Xiami for the first time, she regarded him as her grandson, raised him in an ancient tomb, and loved him in every possible way, so he just thought of it and returned to the town to ask Xiao Xiami for help. Even, in order for Xiao Xiami to pretend to be more realistic, he went to the theater troupe to buy a small opera robe for him. After dressing him up, he hurried over with him in his arms. “grandson…” Ci Xi's long hair suddenly fluttered in the wind, and her body slowly rose: "Bring back the grandchildren of the Ai family."
Qin Yao picked up the shrimps with both hands, turned around and threw them to Mao Xiaofang. With his feet on the void, he drew out the God-Beheading Sword in mid-air and shouted: "If you want your grandson, get through me first!" From the beginning to the end, he had the idea of using shrimps to lure Cixi, but he had no intention of using shrimps to threaten the other party. First of all, they now have the upper hand, and he doesn't bother to use such a despicable way to humiliate his own personality. Secondly, Cixi must not be sure of her thoughts. After all, this woman is not a good person. If the threat fails, how can she still break the pot? He asked Xiao Xiami to help, not to bring him here to abuse him! Having said that, Cixi's trump card was exhausted last time. Now, while her injuries have not yet recovered, she forced herself to use blood sacrifice to cultivate a clone of the Corpse King. Her strength was reduced by at least 40%, so that she could not pass a hundred moves. Then he began to be stretched thin, focusing on one thing and not the other. “Zi Zu, help me!” She had no choice but to shout again. "well…" In the cave, Corpse Ancestor sighed with emotion and pointed at the mist pond, and a two-meter-tall giant flew out of the pond. "It is difficult for a woman to achieve great things with her kindness. Cixi, this is the last time I will help you." As the Corpse Ancestor spoke, the coffin lid opened slightly, and a black stone the size of a date flew out, slamming into the chest of the giant corpse. "Thank you, Corpse Ancestor." Cixi didn't hear Corpse Ancestor's muttering to herself, but suddenly found that she had an extra field of vision. She quickly controlled the giant corpse and bowed deeply to Corpse Ancestor, then turned around and jumped out of the cave. “Boom!” When the giant corpse fell into the cave, he punched the bright blade of the God-Slaying Sword, taking Ci Xi's place. Ci Xi stood up and rushed towards Mao Xiaofang with all her strength, her body almost turning into an afterimage. “Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.” Athena flew up and shot an arrow. The arrow shot out like a rainbow, blocking Cixi's path. Unexpectedly, the old witch acted like she was crazy. She refused to dodge the arrows that were speeding towards her. She endured the consequences of being shot with several **** holes in her body, forced her way to Mao Xiaofang, and reached out to grab the person he was protecting. The child on the leg... (End of this chapter)