Chapter 118 Taoist Priest, Can I have you as my godfather? "Damn it! Dead people should just go into the coffin quietly. Why are you still so greedy?"Maybe it was because he killed too many people in the Hong Kong Variety Show Novice Village, or maybe it had just rained heavily and made him covered in mud, but Cheng Long was not afraid at all when facing ferocious creatures like zombies, but instead he was filled with boundless anger. He kicked out and hit the Zombie Prince right in the chest. There was no restraint in this kick, and the terrifying force of sixty to seventy tons easily broke the Zombie Prince's super strong defense, and half of his chest was exploded. Black chunks of meat, mixed with broken bones, were scattered all over the sky. Such a violent and bloody scene was jaw-dropping, and Taoist Qianhe, his two little disciples, and a group of Qing soldiers were terrified. This…… Who is the zombie with iron skin and immense strength? "Oh, you're not dead yet?" Looking at the zombie prince whose heart was exploded by his kick, not only did he not die, but a fishy and unpleasant smell of corpse gas gathered in his chest to repair his damaged body. Cheng Long did not hesitate to use the Killing Technique. Wisps of demonic energy spread to every inch of his skin as the magic power circulated. The Zombie Prince's dark eyes instantly revealed unprecedented panic! It seems that a great fear is about to come. "My friend, your magical power is so strong, I can't compare to you! But this color..."
Taoist Qianhe's expression was a little confused. Although he had a lot of righteous magical powers, the color of his aura was even darker than the corpse aura of the Zombie Prince. Weird! Weird! "Master, could this senior be the reincarnation of some immortal? Otherwise, how could his magical powers be so unfathomable at such a young age?" Xiaodong was fascinated. If he also had such magical powers, how could Xiaonan and Xiaobei be harmed by zombies! "Shh, don't disturb Brother Cheng from subduing demons and monsters." Qianhe couldn't help but doubt Cheng Long's true identity. This guy was too evil, but he thought about it over and over again and couldn't find a suitable suspect. Underworld gods such as Zhong Kui, Shentu and Yulei are all staying well in the underworld. There are people in Maoshan, both in heaven and on earth, and some things are very difficult to hide from them. Even though it is extremely difficult to get a response from the ancestors in heaven, the ancestors of various lineages below only need to offer sacrifices in the morning and evening, and they can be invited to help when needed. If there were anyone out there who wanted to reincarnate and cultivate again, the ancestor would have already informed them through dreams. If one could take the opportunity to accept the living body of the reincarnated Yin God into the sect, it would be another day of loyalty and respect. Therefore, he dared to conclude that Cheng Long was definitely not the same as Zhong Kui, Shentu and Yulei. As for whether he might be the reincarnation of a higher-level Yin Tianzi, that was not something they were qualified to inquire about. Even the Three Mao Masters, who are powerful people of that level, might not be able to hear about it... "Fuck, where did this 'monster' come from?" Ten miles away from the tall trees, Shi Jian, the eldest senior brother of Maoshan who was wearing a black and white Taoist robe, saw Cheng Long beating up the Zombie Prince through the round light technique, and he stood there in a daze. He could even defeat a hairy zombie with iron skin and bones with his bare hands. The powerful magic power he displayed at this time was not inferior to his, and even more powerful. Because the quality of Cheng Long's magic power is vaguely much higher. As the eldest direct disciple of Maoshan, Shi Jian has never lost his composure like this since his debut. Cheng Long, who was not particularly skilled in martial arts, didn't know that he was being watched. After his body was filled with evil energy, he caught the Zombie King and beat him up. Pure bullying! The Zombie Prince's iron skin and bones seemed like paper in front of him. It will be hurt if it is rubbed and it will break if it is knocked.
Moreover, attacks that are attached with evil spirits are like a thorn in the flesh, causing the zombies to suffer excruciating pain. In just a moment, the Zombie Prince was beaten to pieces, with holes here and pieces missing there. He fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. boom! Cheng Long pointed his finger and a cluster of flames came out from his fingertips. The flames grew from small to large and quickly turned into a fireball, which fell on the Zombie Prince and ignited a raging fire. At this moment, the Zombie Prince's body was not only badly broken, but even his corpse qi had been dispersed. Facing Cheng Long's fireball, even if there was still a lot of obsession in his heart, he had to turn into wisps of green smoke and go with the wind as the flame burned. "boom……" Cheng Long casually shot out a small flame, and the little Taoist boy who was bitten to death by the zombies was then engulfed in flames. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and turned around to look at Taoist Qianhe. "Master Qianhe, your disciple has turned into a corpse. Do you mind if I help you solve it?" "I don't mind, I don't mind." Taoist Qianhe shook his head repeatedly. It's already burned, what else can I do? What's more, if a Maoshan disciple turns into a corpse, the master or the disciple will have to kill him. It saves trouble if someone else does it for you. "Master, it seems you have also been captured. If you don't use glutinous rice to remove the corpse poison, the corpse poison will attack your heart. Don't blame me for being cruel and burning you as well." After killing the Zombie King, Cheng Long was in a good mood and started joking with interest. Killing a hairy zombie is equivalent to killing more than 20 criminals, which is much more profitable than hunting a fox spirit. Of course. The main reason is that the fox spirit he killed before was not very powerful. The specific benefits depend on the level of its power. The more powerful it is, the higher the benefits will be. Unfortunately, this time all I got was killing, and no blood or essence to absorb. Cheng Long couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. "My friend, you are really humorous." Taoist Qianhe's face darkened, and he took out a handful of glutinous rice, opened his hands and pressed them to one side of his arm. When the glutinous rice came into contact with the corpse poison, it made a sizzling sound like oil cooking in a raging fire, and Qianhe grimaced in pain. "Hey, that so-and-so..." When everything calmed down, Minister Wu, who had appeared at the entrance of the tent, said to Cheng Long, "Come here, I have something to tell you." Cheng Long ignored him and just turned and left. Unexpectedly, Minister Wu refused to give in. He brought the young prince's four guards and quickly came up to him, arrogantly saying, "Hey, are you deaf? You don't respond even when I call you. The young prince has something to say to you. Come with me to meet the seventy-first prince." "Don't go."
Cheng Long was too lazy to pay attention. The Qing Dynasty has fallen, so he is too lazy to deal with the remnants of the Qing Dynasty. At this time, Taoist Qianhe, who had recovered, said, "Daoyou, the young prince is a good person, why don't you meet him?" "If you have something to say, ask him to come out and speak." Cheng Long looked at Minister Wu and his group quietly. "You are so bold that you actually let our young prince come out to see you. Do you really think that you can commit treason just because you have some ability?" Minister Wu's eyes were blazing with anger. It was undeniable that their royal family had fallen, but a broken ship still had 3,000 nails, not to mention the royal nobles who once held the power of life and death. A common countryman who had learned some skills from somewhere actually dared to ask the young prince, who was worth millions of gold, to come out of the tent to see him. This was simply lawless. "The following guilty?" Cheng Long smiled coldly. But just as he was about to control Minister Wu and his group and use puppetry to see how many sins these people had committed, the young prince, who heard the noise, timidly walked out of the tent and came before him, surrounded by several Qing soldiers. "Master, please calm down. I just want to invite you into the tent to have a chat. I have no other intentions. If you don't want to, it's the same if we talk here." The young prince is polite and treats people with sincerity. He is indeed a good little prince. Unfortunately, born in the wrong era. In this era of innovation and change, the decline of the royal family is inevitable and no one can change it. "My Lord, what do you want to talk to me about?" "Master, I want to take you as my master, bid farewell to the mundane world, and devote myself to practicing Taoism..." The seventy-first prince had long understood that he had been abandoned by his family. Because Uncle Wang had been very kind to him when he was alive and had secretly told him many things, he knew that the royal family was unwilling to be left alone, so he secretly gathered a group of Buddhist and Taoist masters to try to restore the monarchy. He had anticipated everything that happened tonight. He thought he would become Uncle Wang's sacrifice, but unexpectedly Cheng Yaojin appeared halfway and gave him hope of survival. If he could become Cheng Long's disciple, with the help of his master's ability to kill hairy zombies with explosives, the unwilling royal relatives would never dare to continue to harm him. "Sorry, I don't have the intention of accepting a disciple." Cheng Long decisively refused. It's not that he is afraid of trouble, he just doesn't want to cause trouble. He is still feeling his way forward, so how can he be qualified to teach others how to cultivate magic? What if he teaches someone to become a big devil, then all his previous efforts will be in vain. "Then, Taoist priest, can I take you as my godfather?" "Is your mother beautiful?" Cheng Long joked with interest. "..." The young prince was confused. What did his becoming a godfather have to do with whether his mother was beautiful or not? "Hey, kid, watch your words. How can you covet the princess..." The loyal Minister Wu stared at Cheng Long with indignation on his face. Taoist Qianhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Daoist friend, you shouldn't bully your friend's wife, especially when she's the princess..."
"I was just teasing him. Do you really think I have the time to be a godfather?" Cheng Long gave Qianhe an unpleasant look, then turned and left without hesitation. The young prince pursed his lips, wanting to stop the other party from forcing him to become his adoptive father, but he was afraid of angering the other party, so in the end he could only look at Taoist Qianhe with regret. Qian He subconsciously took a step back and said in fear and trepidation: "My young prince, I have no intention of taking in an adopted son. You should seek help from someone else!" "...Master, I just want to take you as my master and seek your protection." The young prince was too lazy to pretend and stated his intention bluntly. Upon hearing this, Minister Wu was startled, as it turned out that the seventy-first prince knew everything. No wonder the young prince wants to become both a disciple and a godfather. If the young prince's plan succeeds, with a vicious man like Cheng Long protecting him, the royal relatives and nobles would not dare to act rashly. Even the royal family's successful plans might be destroyed one by one. "What do you mean?" "Could it be..." Thinking of the sudden rainstorm just now, Taoist Qianhe's pupils shrank and he suddenly woke up: "I was wondering why the rain just now fell so suddenly? It turns out that all this was caused by you. Now so many people have died, are you satisfied? It's really your own fault. If it weren't for Fellow Daoist Cheng, we would all have died tonight." "And you, return my disciple's life to me!" He suddenly looked at Minister Wu! Qianhe stretched out a hand in anger, grabbed the other person's collar, lifted him up in the air, and then threw him heavily to the ground. Xiaodong thought about how he asked for a rain cloth on the hood of the car in the afternoon, but was contradicted by Minister Wu's words. He was so angry that he kicked Minister Wu hard on the head. (End of this chapter)