Chapter 117 Do your best and obey fate"Fellow Daoist, are you worried about the rain on the road? In fact, we have been prepared. If the weather is not right, we will set up camp immediately and will not let the coffin get wet in the rain." After Qian He finished speaking, he turned to look at the four disciples and ordered, "East, South, West, North, take down the tents and do as I say." "Yes, Master." The four little apprentices were very obedient and took down the tent in no time. When Manager Wu saw this scene, he not only did not ask any further questions, but instead smiled. Cheng Long noticed his expression and immediately confirmed that the heavy rain in the tall trees in the woods tonight was no coincidence, but was intentional by the royal family, and Minister Wu was one of the people who knew about it. The young prince most likely doesn't know the inside story. Because the seventy-first prince was most likely chosen by the royal family to be sacrificed to the zombie prince. It is no secret that zombies will greatly increase their strength by sucking the blood of their relatives, and any cultivator knows this. After the Zombie Prince came out of confinement, Minister Wu risked his life to save him. Perhaps he suddenly felt guilty and didn't want the young prince to die and become a sensible zombie who only knew how to kill.
"Uncle Master, glutinous rice." Jiale ran back holding a small bag of glutinous rice. Qianhe weighed the weight and said with a smile: "Senior Brother, goodbye." "Bon Voyage." "Master, take care." "Amitabha……" Watching the group walk away, Cheng Long couldn't help but sigh. Having said that, Qianhe still chose to dismantle the tent. Either she focused on reducing the corpse qi, or she could not escape the disaster. Just like what happened in the Investiture of the Gods, when a catastrophe strikes, even an immortal who has been meditating in a cave will become confused and do stupid things that may lead to his death. Next, Cheng Long only had to wait until dark, and then rush to Gaoshulin to do his best and leave the rest to fate. Click! In the evening, accompanied by a thunder, there was a sudden strong wind between heaven and earth. Within a few minutes, heavy rain poured down. Taoist Simu walked to the window with a heavy heart and asked worriedly, "I wonder how Junior Brother is doing?" …… Thirty miles away, in the tall trees. The corpse transport team led by the 71st Prince is moving forward with difficulty. Taoist Qianhe looked up at the sky that was rapidly darkening. In the blink of an eye, it began to drizzle. He showed an unbelievable look. "Although the weather in the mountains is changeable, it doesn't change so quickly!" "Master, the ink line is starting to melt." Qianhe's eldest disciple Xiaodong noticed that ink began to flow from the bottom of the golden coffin, and his heart suddenly tightened. He felt that something big was going to happen tonight and the situation was quite bad. "Where's the tarp?" "When I took a break in the afternoon, I asked the truck leader who was escorting the supplies to let me pass, but the manager Wu next to me suddenly said that the tied items should not be taken apart, so the truck leader didn't let me pass."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Qianhe couldn't help but blame his disciple. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and no one knew how long it would take to set up the tent. Without a tarp, the ink on the inkstone would soon melt away. Rumble! Bursts of thunder exploded in the air, getting closer and closer to them. "What are you waiting for? Go find a rain sheet and cover the coffin!" Qianhe sent the four disciples away, and with a serious expression, he touched the bottom of the coffin. Suddenly, his hands were covered with black and red ink, emitting an unpleasant smell. Fortunately, the four disciples from the southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest were very reliable and they found a rain cloth in just a short while. But just as the four of them spread out the rain sheet and prepared to cover it... Click! Suddenly, a bolt of thunder fell from the sky and hit the coffin with incredible precision. The four soldiers guarding the coffin were immediately shocked and convulsed all over. "It's over. The coffin lid can no longer be held down!" Taoist Qianhe's eyes were bloodshot, the zombie in the coffin was already very ferocious, and this time it was struck by lightning while lying in the coffin, which was equivalent to the four soldiers outside helping it to survive the thunder tribulation. If it hits the Zombie Prince directly, he will be seriously injured if not killed. But now? He really wasn't sure he could suppress the Zombie Prince who was about to come out! Because the zombies that have survived the thunder tribulation will grow long hair on their bodies and transform into ones with bronze skin and iron bones, the more blood they suck, the stronger their bodies will be and the more agile they will be. They can jump over houses and trees and leap like flying. They are no longer afraid of ordinary fire and are even not afraid of the sunlight. Just thinking about it made Chizuru feel a tingling sensation on her scalp. I regret it! Brother Cheng had clearly warned him seriously, but he seemed to be possessed by a demon and insisted on dismantling the tent. Well, the roof has been removed, no big deal. However, they dismantled the tent but did not prepare rain sheets to deal with the strange and changeable weather in the mountains. "Crunch, crunch..." Just as Taoist Qianhe was stunned, the zombie prince in the coffin had already opened his eyes, and his dark and shiny eyes were emitting a faint cold light. With a sharp sound, the coffin lid was pushed up from the inside out by something. "Master, the zombie is pushing the coffin. It's about to come out." The youngest, Xiaobei, looked down and saw this scene, and stepped back in fear. It had taken him a lot of effort to follow his master to subdue the Zombie King. At this time, the Zombie Prince has survived the thunder tribulation and will only become stronger. "Damn it!" When Taoist Qianhe came to his senses, he saw a pair of black-haired hands reaching out from the gap at the top. They were not afraid of touching the ink line, as the ink line that had been washed by rain was only one tenth of its power. "East, south, west, north, and south, use the big ropes to tie up the coffin."
Give an order. The four disciples quickly found a rope thicker than their arms and wrapped it around the coffin. Taoist Qianhe then tapped the ground hard, leaped high, and landed steadily on the coffin. He took the two ends of the thick rope thrown by his disciple and quickly tied them together. "Pull it tight." "Yes." With the concerted efforts of the five masters and apprentices, the golden coffin that had been pushed open closed again. "Are you calm?" Xiaoxi saw that the coffin suddenly stopped moving, and asked with full of hope. "It's not that simple. Hurry up and prepare the yellow talisman and chicken blood..." Taoist Qianhe was just about to start drawing talismans to paste corpse-suppressing talismans on the golden coffin, but before he could finish his words, he felt a terrible impact when he squatted down. "boom!" Qianhe and the coffin lid were blown away by a terrifying force, and the thick hemp rope that tied the coffin broke into more than a dozen sections on the spot. So far! He suddenly came out of the coffin. The heavy rain also disappeared as the Zombie Prince broke out of the coffin. "Ha~~" With a sudden gasp, the zombie prince lying in the golden coffin stretched out his feet, stepped on the end of the coffin, and stood up straight in a way that went against common sense of physics. "Ah, zombies, zombies are coming out, come quickly, protect the seventy-first prince..." It was not known whether Minister Wu was really scared or just pretending, and he actually called everyone over. He himself sneaked into the tent that had just been set up. "Set up the formation and use the corpse rope." The four disciples quickly untied the ropes tied around their bodies. There were bells hanging at the end, which were obviously magic ropes made with special techniques. However, these things could not play much of a role when tied to the Zombie King. The four of them pulled together, but the zombies remained unmoved. Instead, they were grabbed by the zombies by the rope and swung back, and flew out one after another like cannonballs. One of them was particularly unlucky. His head hit a rock, and his brain burst on the spot, killing him beyond belief. The blood flowing from the corpse inadvertently aroused the ferocity of the Zombie Prince. He no longer had the leisure and elegance of an eagle playing with its chicks, and only violence remained in his eyes. It kicked its feet and leaped ten meters away, grabbed a young Taoist priest and bit his neck. "Xiaobei~~" Xiaonan had just been thrown to death, and Xiaobei was bitten to death afterwards. Taoist Qianhe was furious. He suddenly pulled out his peach wood sword, bit his index and middle fingers, and wiped them on the blade. hum! The seemingly ordinary peach wood sword, after being smeared with blood, immediately emitted a dazzling golden light. Then, Taoist Qianhe raised the golden peach wood sword and flew over to stab the zombie's defenseless back.
"Zizi..." The shining peach wood sword pierced into the back of the zombie prince, just like a piece of raw pork being splashed with sulfuric acid, emitting a pungent odor. This time, the damage value is quite high. However, he was still not qualified to kill the Zombie Prince, and instead was aroused to become even more ferocious. "go to hell!" After a successful attack, Qianhe wanted to make another attack, but when he pulled out the peach wood sword, the Zombie Prince turned around and grabbed the peach wood sword. sizzle... Under the influence of the corpse qi, the peach wood sword instantly turned into a charred state and was severely corroded. Seeing that the situation was not good, Taoist Qianhe decisively dropped his sword. At the same time, he reached into the cloth bag with his right hand, grabbed a handful of glutinous rice, and sprinkled it on the Zombie Prince. "Bang bang bang..." The glutinous rice, which tastes delicious, has a strong inhibitory effect on corpse qi, and explodes on the zombies like flowers scattered by fairies. "it works!" Qianhe's eyes lit up and she quickly grabbed a second handful of glutinous rice and scattered it forward. But this time, glutinous rice didn't play any role. After one blow. The Zombie Prince actually developed resistance to glutinous rice! It's really surprising. "Ha~~" The Zombie Prince exhaled a breath of corpse gas, jumped up on the spot, and landed in front of Taoist Qianhe. Chizuru missed the opportunity due to misjudgment, and was grabbed by the zombies' arms on the spot, unable to move. Just as he was about to die, a black shadow rushed over like lightning and slammed into the Zombie Prince. "Oh!" The Zombie Prince and Chizuru who was caught in its hand were all knocked flying from the spot. During the flight, Chizuru was rescued. But he felt that being rescued was worse than being bitten on the neck and sucking blood by a zombie, because at the moment of being hit, he felt that all 206 bones in his body were broken. Fortunately, the horrific scene of falling to the ground with a thud and vomiting dozens of ounces of blood did not happen. Before it landed. Qianhe was then held firmly by Cheng Long who came rushing over and then put aside.
"Master Qianhe, leave the rest to me!" Cheng Long looked back at the Qing soldiers outside the young prince's tent and felt quite regretful. After all, he was kind-hearted and came too early. Later, these people will be bitten, and then killed together. I don’t know how much merit I can accumulate. But in order to save Qianhe, the pioneer of the Taoist altar, he unconsciously quickened his pace, so that the number of people killed by the Zombie Prince was only a handful. He didn't know if he could still gain great merit if he killed them all in a while? (End of this chapter)