I, Holy Son of the Holy Land, Join the Chat Group

　　Lin Jiu: "Pindao will never forget this kindness of the group leader and the boss, and he will never repay it!! I have to live..."

　　Lin Jiu has been silenced for one minute.

　　Heroic and valiant management: "Kai Kai, you middle-aged uncle, you still want to covet the group leader, what are you thinking of?"

　　Gu Xun'er: "That's right, can you think about the boss of the group? If you have this idea, go find Gao Yao!"

　　Gao Yao: "...!!"

　　It's none of my business.

　　Hearing Gu Xun'er mentioning himself, Gao Yao's mouth twitched suddenly.

　　Why did you bring it up on your head again?

　　"Well, nice job."

　　Seeing the scene where Lin Jiu was banned, Ning Beichen immediately gave Su Xiaoyu a thumbs up.

　　A big man, he still wants to get his hands on himself?

　　What are you thinking?

　　In his entire life, Ning Beichen, even if he jumped off Tianqi Mountain, fell to his death! !

　　It is impossible to have a leg with a man! !

　　The true fragrance law or something does not exist for him. If there is, then give this law a slap and annihilate it.

　　"Tsk, dog management."

　　Seeing that he was banned, Lin Jiu's forehead went black, but he just wanted to express his gratitude.

　　He even gave himself a banning package, which is simply the authority dog ​​among the authority dogs.

　　but.

　　Seeing the two hundred red envelopes he received, Lin Jiu laughed again.

　　"This time, there is nothing to worry about that zombie who has been cultivated for hundreds of years."

　　As soon as the voice fell, Lin Jiu also immediately opened the mall function in the chat group.

　　After a while, I found the [-]-year-old peach wood sword and bought it directly.

　　"Ding, you need two hundred points to buy a five-hundred-year-old peach wood sword, do you want to pay?"

　　"Yes."

　　"Two hundred points have been deducted, and the purchase was successful."

　　With the sound of this prompt, Lin Jiu's expression also showed a touch of excitement.

　　You know, this is a [-]-year-old peach wood sword, can you not be excited?

　　The thing in his hands is only a hundred years old at most, can it be compared with this?

　　hum.

　　With a slight spatial fluctuation, in Lin Jiu's excited expression, a peach wood sword appeared in front of his eyes instantly.

　　"A peach wood sword that is comparable to a magic weapon is not ordinary."

　　Lin Jiu's eyes lit up when he saw the golden body of the sword and the trace of Taoism that radiated from it.

　　Steady, steady!

　　With this guy, we must cut that zombie under the sword.

　　"Master, something is bad, Master."

　　Just when Lin Jiu's eyes were fiery, he carefully looked at the peach wood sword in his hand.

　　A panicked shout suddenly came in from outside Yizhuang, "Master, there's a zombie in the next village."

　　Before Lin Jiu could go out, a figure stumbled in and looked at him in horror.

　　This figure is one of his two apprentices, Wen Cai.

　　"In a panic, what's the habit?" Seeing Wen Cai's unbearable appearance, Lin Jiu frowned and scolded loudly.

　　Isn't it just a zombie?

　　He was frightened like this, how can he inherit his Taoism in the future?

　　Ps: Guys, what do you think of the gourd baby?Do you want to pull a wave, if you want, I can arrange it later. (Ask for flowers!! Ask for an evaluation ticket!).

Chapter 47

　　"No, Master, that zombie, he..."

　　Hearing Lin Jiu's scolding, Wen Cai turned pale and shrank his head quickly.

　　I was so frightened that my words were a little hesitant! !

　　For Wencai, although Lin Jiu is a good master, he is strict.

　　It also made him nervous, and he couldn't even say anything, "That zombie..."

　　"What the hell happened to that zombie?" Hearing that Wen Cai couldn't say anything for a long time, Lin Jiu glared at him.

　　Some helplessly shook his head, and after seeing Wen Cai still looking at him nervously, he frowned again and asked, "You said it."

　　How can a zombie be frightened like this?

　　"That zombie ran out in broad daylight and slaughtered in the next village. It's not afraid of the sun at all."

　　After being glared by Lin Jiu, Wen Cai was panicked again, and then he said it abruptly.

　　what?

　　Hearing this, Lin Jiu was immediately shocked.

　　Zombies not afraid of the sun?

　　Still running out in broad daylight, killing indiscriminately in the next village?

　　"Could it be that zombie with hundreds of years of cultivation?" Thinking of this, Lin Jiu frowned again.

　　Zombies, dead but not stiff.

　　Gathering the grievances of heaven and earth, bad luck and luck are born, and they are rejected by the three worlds of heaven, earth and human beings. They are immortal, immortal, immortal! !

　　Use resentment as power and blood as food! !

　　Among them, zombies are divided into eight levels: purple zombies, white zombies, green zombies, hairy zombies, flying zombies, wandering zombies, lying zombies, and not turning into bones.

　　This zombie who is not afraid of sunlight must have reached the realm of stiff hair?

　　"not good."

　　As soon as he thought about it, Lin Jiu's complexion changed immediately, if this Mao Zong had sucked enough blood essence.

　　Then it will be promoted to the existence of flying stiff. At that time, even if he has this [-]-year-old peach wood sword in his hand, he will not be an opponent.

　　"Wencai copy guy."

　　Under the shock in his heart, Lin Jiu also greeted Wen Cai, who was still in a panic, to take care of the guy.

　　If this really makes this zombie slaughter a town, the blood of thousands of people is completely enough for it to be promoted from Mao Zong to Fei Zong.

　　At that time, the world will be in chaos.

　　"Yes."

　　Seeing Lin Jiu's changed face, Wen Cai also knew what was at stake, and hurried to clean up the guy.

　　On the other side, above the town.

　　Just when Lin Jiu and Wen Cai took care of their business and hurried over.

　　Qiu Sheng, another apprentice of Lin Jiu, was cautiously confronting this Mao Zong at this time.

　　"It's so tough!!"

　　Looking at the hairy, iron-clad zombie, Qiu Sheng kept shaking his right hand, "It hurts, it hurts..."

　　Just when this zombie was sucking the blood of a villager, Qiu Sheng immediately launched a sneak attack.

　　After setting up the pose, he punched the zombie's head with a punch.

　　Then...

　　I felt like my hand was breaking like a bone, and a piercing pain immediately came.

　　"Ha~"

　　In the face of Qiu Sheng, the hairy zombie was staring at him with his scarlet, cold eyes.

　　The chilly breath kept exhaling from the zombie's mouth.

　　This scene made Qiusheng's back unstoppable, and cold sweat broke out instantly, "Master, I'm afraid I'll get cold if I don't come again."

　　He was wandering around with Wen Cai today, but he was wandering over this town, but he didn't expect to see a zombie killing him indiscriminately here.

　　After seeing this, Qiu Sheng asked Wen Cai to rush back to find the master, and dragged him here.

　　At the very least, don't let this zombie kill too many people.

　　I thought that with what I had learned, I would be able to hold on for a moment or three, enough to last until Master came.

　　Didn't expect this to be only one round?

　　No, it's one of his rounds, this zombie hasn't shot yet.

　　At this point, Qiu Sheng already felt that he was about to get cold, and he was no match at all.

　　"Little, little brother, when will Uncle Ninth arrive?"

　　"Otherwise, let's run? Come back to clean up the ninth uncle when he arrives?"

　　"Why isn't this zombie afraid of the sun? Doesn't it mean that zombies and other ghosts are afraid of the sun?"

　　Behind Qiu Sheng, there were nearly a hundred people, all of them shivering at the zombie.