Chapter 78 Yellow Turban Warrior (1/2)

A fist the size of a casserole hit the chin of the royal zombie.

Even though the zombie was indifferent to pain, this punch seemed to have made him a little distracted.

His body, which was originally as hard as iron and powerful, became soft and weak.

His body was thrown a foot in the air and fell to the ground cleanly.

A breeze blew, and the dense forest after the rain was quiet for a moment.

Three people, two tall and one short, stood in front of Qianhe with light on their bodies.

The three people who suddenly appeared were not dazzling enough.

The most dazzling one was the yellow-turbaned warrior standing in the air.

Taoist Qianhe's eyes were full of shock and his emotions were a little excited.

The four people in the southeast, northwest, whether they were seriously injured or lightly injured, had already lost half their lives. At this time, they also struggled to get up and looked at the yellow-turbaned warrior in the air in disbelief.

He looked like a red jade and a beard like soap floss. He seemed to have a body of ten feet and a thousand pounds of strength. On the side of the yellow turban, the golden ring shines with the sun and sprays the rays of light; in the middle of the embroidered jacket, the iron armor is covered with frost and swallows the moonlight. He often protects the law in front of the altar and comes to the world to defeat demons!

"This... This is the Yellow Turban Warrior!!"

Taoist Qianhe screamed in shock, his voice was a little sharp and had broken.

At this time, the royal zombie climbed up from the ground again, shook his head, and seemed to have recovered some spirit.

He roared at the Yellow Turban Warrior in the air.

He kicked his feet and flew into the air, and fought with him again without accepting it.

Lin Yu made a hand gesture, and the Yellow Turban Warrior followed his command. His mighty body, more than ten feet tall, shook, stretched out his ape arms, opened his five fingers, and grabbed the neck of the royal zombie with his palm as big as a palm fan.

He punched the zombie's belly again.

With one punch, he almost made a bulge in the zombie's spine.

The zombie roared weakly.

The Yellow Turban Warrior landed on the ground and pressed the zombie hard to the ground.

He punched the zombie's chest and abdomen.

There were loud bangs, and everyone felt that the ground was shaking.

The royal zombies were all beaten into the ground.

They roared weakly, and black air came out of their fanged mouths.

The evil spirit in their stomachs was beaten out.

The Yellow Turban Warrior flashed and seemed a little shaky. Obviously, the time for this talisman was coming.

Lin Yu changed his finger gestures, and the Yellow Turban Warrior grabbed the zombie's neck tightly, lifted the zombie up like a flail, and slammed it to the ground again.

He fell in front of him, and then lifted it up and threw it behind him.

Left, right, front, back, and back!

There were loud bangs, and I don't know how many trees around were broken.

Several big holes were thrown on the ground.

After knocking him down more than 10 times in a row, the Yellow Turban Warrior bent back to gather strength, threw the zombie a hundred meters away.

Then he turned into a faint golden light and disappeared into the night.

A yellow talisman was left in place, ignited without fire, and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

"Brother, how did you get this Yellow Turban Warrior Talisman? Did the second brother give it to you?"

Qianhe also knew that Uncle Jiu had invited all the brothers to Renjia Town for a gathering some time ago.

But everyone had something to do, and in the end only Simu went.

I passed by my brother's residence today, but my brother hadn't come back yet.

I didn't expect to meet my brother at night.

I encountered so many changes, and I actually saw the legendary Yellow Turban Warrior.

This Yellow Turban Warrior is not a powerful god.

Compared with the professions in the mortal world, at most he is a big bag carrier in the sky.

But no matter how ordinary he is, he is still a god in the sky.

He has divine power in his body.

Because of the difference between humans and gods, gods are bound by heavenly rules and cannot interfere in worldly affairs at will.

In ancient times, the masters of Taoism usually cast spells to invite generals, and it is always troublesome to ask those famous gods for help.

It is better to settle for the second best and directly use talismans to summon the Yellow Turban Warriors to let the demons in the mortal world see the power equivalent to the heavenly soldiers.

However, in the past few hundred years, the laws of heaven and earth have not flourished, and the heavenly court has not appeared.

The connection between the practitioners in the mortal world and the gods in the sky has become weaker and weaker.

It is becoming more and more difficult to invite gods.

The high-level masters who can drive the Yellow Turban Warriors have gradually disappeared.

First, there are no Yellow Turban Warriors to drive, and second, there are fewer and fewer high-level masters with such magic power.

Now, even the orthodox Xuanmen Shangqing Maoshan is full of talents, but it can only use the magic to fight, and sometimes rely on the help of the ancestors. There is no one who can drive the Yellow Turban Warriors.

It can even be said that they have not seen a real Yellow Turban Warrior in these generations.

Taoist Simu was about to explain, but suddenly heard another roar.

The royal zombie was indeed extraordinary. After being beaten like this, it actually struggled to stand up again.

This was normal. After all, the Yellow Turban Warrior driven by Lin Yu could only be regarded as a phantom, not a real Yellow Turban Warrior.

He only used brute force, and did not use any magic.

It was difficult to deal with zombies, especially these weird royal zombies, but it was difficult to eliminate them by brute force alone.

"This zombie is quite capable. I'll tell you later. I'll deal with this beast first."

Simu also looked at the mess around.

Whether it was his junior brother or nephew, there was blood and injuries on his body.

There were also ordinary people who died miserably.

He was already angry.

He pulled out the sword behind him and rushed forward without saying a word.

"Hey... Hey... Be careful, wait for me."

Master Yixiu was breathing heavily, this trip had left him quite tired.

He wouldn't have been so tired in the first place, and it was easy to run over with his own light body ability.

Little did he know that Simu actually took the armored horse and used the divine walking method, which increased his speed by more than ten times.

But he was of no use.

Being pulled by Lin Yu and Simu, he had to move his legs again.

Running so far at such a speed that far exceeds the limit, even if he has strength, it is really a struggle for his old arms and legs.

"Xiao Yu, treat their injuries first."

Si Muduo gave an order.

"Brother, be careful! There is something wrong with this zombie. He was just struck by lightning and is resistant to our spells."

"Don't worry, leave it to me!"

Simu shouted from a distance and was about to rush to the zombie.

Master Ikkyu trotted behind him holding the wooden stick in his hand.

Maybe it was because he saw that the situation was not as tragic as he imagined. Although he arrived a little late, he still saved some people. He breathed heavily and said a wisecrack to Si Mu.

"If your armored horse runs so fast, and you use it to drive away corpses in the future, won't you make several times more money? Congratulations, you are going to get rich."

Simu pulled out the bronze sword on his body, looked at the zombie's neck, and snorted angrily.

"Nervous, use the magic armor and horse talisman to drive away the corpse. I'm afraid I'll lose all my pants. You old guy wants to watch me starve to death, don't you?"

As he spoke, the ancient bronze sword emitted a cold light, and his eyes drew a talisman on it, immediately stimulating the pure Yang evil-fighting power of the ancient sword.

He slashed at the zombie's neck.

Only a bang was heard.

The zombie fell to the ground again as if his head had been hit by a sledgehammer.

This time, he was not unscathed like he had been when he was attacked by the great master just now.

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The neck was opened in half!

Just as the zombie was about to raise its head, Master Ikkyu swung his staff on the zombie's head.

"Your magic sword is still so sharp!"

The ancient bronze sword that Shimu carries with him is not a fake.

It is very useful whether it is used to slay demons or to deal with heroes in the rivers and lakes.

Qianhe and others only brought peach wood swords with them on this trip because they were outnumbered and protected by soldiers and Ouchi masters.

There is no need for them to fight with people.

Simu, on the other hand, often walks alone at night, thousands of miles away, because he needs to drive away corpses.

It is inevitable to have to deal with people.

So bring a metal sword.

His sword not only kills demons and monsters, but also often kills people.

Speaking of which, most of the Maoshan generation are cruel and very decisive.

On the contrary, Uncle Jiu is an anomaly. Although he is also a bit sinister, he is always more womanly at times.

Not as good as their senior brothers, not as good as Shimu and Qianhe.

"It's really extraordinary. It is indeed resistant to our spell. I didn't expect that even lightning couldn't kill this zombie."

But no matter how simple he is, the eyes will not take him seriously.

After all, this zombie seemed to be unscathed, but it was severely beaten by the yellow scarf warrior.

The evil spirit in the body was hammered out.

And although he is resistant to spells, the four-eye spells he uses are not conventional functional spells.

He uses a magic sword, which is more physical!

"Uncle Master, let me treat your injuries."

Lin Yu took out a thick stack of talismans from his arms.

Healing, detoxifying, rejuvenating, and strengthening the body were all applied to Qianzuru and his disciples like they were free of charge.

The few internal experts were also taken care of.

After applying seven or eight healing charms, most of the injuries healed instantly.

"Wow, little mage, your talisman is so powerful!"

Wu Guanshi clapped his hands and praised enthusiastically.

Lin Yu, however, had goosebumps all over his body. He felt upset when he saw Wu Guanshi. He wished he could chop off his head with a sword and use it as a ball.

I don’t know why I have such a bad feeling towards him, but I just hate this sissy very much.

She turned her head and ignored him, helping Qianzhe check the injuries on her apprentice.

The apprentice's internal injuries quickly improved under Fu Lu's treatment.

But his broken bones still had to be reattached first.

The corpse poison in the body still needs to be removed again. Just relying on these yellow talismans posted on the outside cannot completely cure the root cause.

"You guys should be patient for a while and use magic power to protect your heart. We don't have enough glutinous rice. With your uncle here, we won't need you to go into battle. Don't let the corpse poison spread. After we deal with this zombie, we can heal it properly."

The glutinous rice that Chizuru brought was no longer enough.

They had already used up their glutinous rice, and they passed by Shimu's house today and wanted to borrow some.

Although some were borrowed, most of them had been dumped in coffins to remove the corpse energy from the zombies.

Although it doesn't seem to have any effect.

But those glutinous rice are no longer usable.

"No need to wait, Uncle Master, I still have the Antidote Talisman and the Evil Spirit Clearing Talisman here. If one is not enough, just give me a few."

The effect of this yellow talisman is actually no worse than that of glutinous rice.

But if you want to pull out the corpse poison, you will need a lot of glutinous rice, and one or two yellow talismans are naturally useless.

And the cost of making talismans is definitely not cheap.

Regardless of the raw materials or the energy and mana required, drawing talismans is never a simple matter.

In Maoshan, those who want a real talisman may not be able to get it even after three years of cleaning the main hall.

Because of this, few people usually draw a large number of healing and detoxifying talismans.

At most, carry one or two guns with you for emergencies in critical moments.

The urgent need is solved, and the effect of preparing medicine, treating injuries and poisons by yourself is not bad, but the cost is much smaller.

"Master nephew, the talisman is hard to come by, so there is no need to waste... waste..."

Taoist Master Qianhe's eyes widened as he looked at the thick stack of talismans, which contained at least hundreds of talismans. He was speechless for a moment.

"This...this...these..."

Lin Yu smiled and put the piece directly into Qianhe's hand.

"There are one hundred and twenty talismans here that are used to detoxify, heal injuries, and drive away evil spirits. I still have dozens of them on me. I have fewer healing talismans, but they should be enough. Uncle Master doesn't need to keep them. "

With that said, he opened the cloth bag he brought with him and showed it to Qianzuru.

There is still one turn of the same talisman.

There are also a few stacks of talismans that make people feel vaguely dangerous.

These talismans obviously have different uses.

Those that feel a bit dangerous are obviously meant for attack.

Chizuru was dumbfounded.

Still echoing in my mind: "I don't have many healing talismans...I don't have many healing talismans...healing charms..."

This is called... this is not called much.

There are only two hundred talismans for healing wounds. Looking at the thick stacks of talismans in the bag, there must be almost a thousand!

Which patriarch’s illegitimate son is this? !

Is this the number of talismans that a mortal monk should carry with him?

Seeing that Qianhe didn't take action yet, Lin Yu thought that his uncle was shy and embarrassed.

He pulled out more than a dozen talismans and stuck them on his four senior brothers.

While saying: "Uncle, you are welcome, we are all members of the same family."

Faint golden ripples flashed past, as if it was the process of adding blood in a game.

The four senior brothers immediately became rosy-cheeked and breathed strongly.

Seeing his apprentice who was about to become lively and vigorous, Qianzhe asked blankly.

"Master... nephew, which senior brother is he a disciple of? Isn't it the senior brother?"

Among the brothers, the ones who are good at drawing talismans are the eldest brother and the second brother.

The second senior brother draws more symbols, but he has always been poor these years.

The only one who can be so generous is the senior brother.

No, can Senior Brother be so generous?

No way!

Is this really a disciple of our Maoshan?

"Uncle Master, Master Lin Jiu, I also kowtowed in front of our ancestor."

"What? You are, you are the second senior brother's apprentice? The second senior brother is rich?"

Chizuru was still in disbelief.

Even if the second senior brother gets rich, he can't be so generous, right?

With such a bag of talismans, I might not be able to save as much after doing a top-notch job like this five or six times.

Although it is a bit bad to say this about senior brother, Qianhe also knows that the second senior brother and the third senior brother are both stingy at heart...

Even if the second senior brother becomes rich, it is impossible for his disciple to carry so many talismans for self-defense, right?

Are you your senior brother's apprentice or your senior brother's living father?

You're not your senior brother's biological son, are you?

Chizuru seemed to smell the gossip.

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