The middle-aged Taoist priest's right hand turned into a sword light, and his left finger tapped the spirit rune, and a rune light hit the zombie's body.

The zombie's body shook, and the clothes around it were directly destroyed, revealing its blue body as iron as iron.

Zombies, in terms of physical defense, are no less than the gods and demons of the same realm.

The zombie pounced forward, the nails of the claws stretched out like curved hooks, and the black color seemed to be smeared with poison--- not as if, but as if it was a real corpse poison, such as this middle-aged Taoist innate master, it would turn into pus when it was stained with corpse poison for a moment or three.

Although the middle-aged Taoist priest's swordsmanship is average, his body is quite vigorous, and his feet turn sharply, easily avoiding the zombies' grasp.

At the same time, the sword light in his hand turned, but it only drew a white mark on the zombie's body.

Instead, the spell hit the zombie's body, staggering and slowing down.

"The means of restraining zombies, it seems that the method of cultivation is also very special, although it can only be regarded as a method of the local level, but it seems to have a special effect on dealing with zombies and ghosts."

Li Ming sighed slightly, although this Taoist priest has some special means, it seems that he has suffered a little bit against zombies of the same realm.

"That's it, I'm a 'secret agent' now, but I'm also a congenital master of Lishan Fort, so it's reasonable to help."

Li Ming waved his hand, and a spear that had not been used for a long time appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Whoosh~" Li Ming is like a real mortal innate master, a spear turns like a big dragon, and directly kills the zombies.

"Haha, this fellow Daoist, beware of zombie corpse poison!" When the yellow-robed Taoist saw Li Ming's move, he did not suspect him, but was worried about Li Ming's safety.

Li Ming let out a soft roar, and the spear seemed to turn into countless poisonous pythons, not fighting head-on, but constantly tapping on the zombie's joints, restricting its movements.

"Well done!" The middle-aged Taoist priest laughed, abandoned his sword, waved his hands again and again, and one after another spells appeared, hitting the zombie's body.

The power of a spell may not be able to break the body of a zombie, but dozens of spells in succession turned into a golden net to trap the zombie.

Li Ming's naked eyes clearly saw the fragility of the zombie's strong body under the golden light of the French Open.

"Huh!" Li Ming's spear stabbed through the zombie's chest directly.

"Roar~" Although the chest was pierced, the tenaciousness of the zombie's vitality still did not fall, and the claws with corpse poison had already grabbed Li Ming's neck.

"Oh no~" Li Ming's heart moved slightly, wanting to dodge, no, even if he didn't move, this zombie couldn't break his body.

But this is bound to show power that goes far beyond the innate realm.

"Puff~" The middle-aged Taoist's arm pressed the zombie's head and pulled it hard.

The zombie's claws failed to catch Li Ming, but they bent their necks and bit the middle-aged Taoist's arm.

"Puff~" Taking this opportunity, the spear in Li Ming's hand pierced one after another, stabbing the zombie body through more than ten blood holes.

With such a serious injury, even a zombie could not bear it and fell to the ground and died.

Li Ming carried the middle-aged Taoist on his shoulder, and casually stabbed to death the big toast that had an innate realm but lost all his courage.

Two and a half hours later, the sky was dawn and the morning light was faint.

The city had woken up, but some of the merchants found that the little spice seller in that situation had rarely come.

In the city, some believers who believed in the 'Almighty Sect' only found that the sect leader, the sacrificial wine and other big figures had all disappeared at night.

In a restaurant in the city, Li Minghe set up a private room and asked the guys to deliver good wine and food, and drink with the middle-aged Taoist priest.

"This wine is good, Brother Li was able to kill that zombie this time, you are a great contribution." Daoist Lin was quite interested.

"Brother Lin Dao, you. . . Is it okay with this hand? Li Ming's brows jumped a little, because the middle-aged Taoist priest, no, Daoist Lin's entire right arm was amputated by himself.

can't do it, if you get poisoned by corpses, although you won't become zombies like some ordinary rumors, you will continue to eat away at flesh and blood.

And it is difficult to detoxify the corpse in a short time, so the lesser of two evils, Lin Daoshi used a magic weapon to cut off his right arm.

Of course, as a congenital master, he broke his right arm, but it was not difficult to stop the blood from the wound.

"Brother Li said with a smile, I'll wait to kill the demons, and it's normal to get some injuries." Although Daoist Lin's strength was average, he had a bit of a heroic taste, and he didn't care about the injury of his right arm that was severed from his elbow.

The two had a great conversation.

From the words of Lin Daoren, Li Ming also learned about the experience of this Taoist priest.

Lin Daoshi, born in a small mountain village, was slaughtered by monsters in the mountain village when he was a child, but he was saved by a monk.

Since then, Daoist Lin has followed his master and brother to practice, but his lineage is not for the purpose of immortality.

It turned out that almost all of his disciples were orphans who had been slaughtered and killed by demons and zombies.

Since childhood,There is a deep hatred for monsters、Monsters such as zombies--- as well as a great love for the common people。

But as long as he is in this vein, he already has not weak methods and spells, and he has a wide range of disciples, and there are many disciples, but he has not even produced a single scattered immortal for hundreds of millions of years.

The reason is that the monks of this vein have traveled all over the world since their innate nature to kill demons.

Although he didn't really kill any peerless demons, he was rooted in the mundane, killing monsters and zombies for the most ordinary mortals and saving the calamity.

"Chief Lin, you're really not easy." Knowing the history of Daoist Lin's lineage, Li Ming was also quite shocked.

Although it is said that it is difficult to cultivate immortals, it is even more difficult to overcome the three calamities and nine tribulations, and it is even more difficult to become an immortal, but he doesn't care about cultivation at all, and it is indeed a great sacrifice to deal with ordinary monsters.

"Brother Dao, you and I are familiar at first sight." Li Ming smiled and took out a jade bottle from his arms, "Brother Dao's arm is broken, the pill in this bottle can stimulate vitality and help you connect your right arm." ”

"This!" Daoist Lin also showed a little emotion on his face, for the Vientiane Daoist, and even some wealthy Purple Mansion monks, the elixir of the severed limb can still be obtained. However, he was just a congenital, and he really didn't have the ability to get this precious elixir.

"This, you can't ask for ... It's so precious. I deserve it! Lin Daoren swallowed his saliva, but after thinking about it, he still planned to refuse, after all, this elixir was really too precious.

"Brother Lin Dao, with your merits in dealing with zombies and saving the mortals, you are worthy of it!" Li Ming's voice changed slightly, as if he was like a god, Buddha, immortal and demon, but this slightest change, 'Lin Daoren' did not notice it at all.

After drinking a few more jars of wine, Lin Daoren felt a hint of wine coming to his mind, and fell drunk on the wine table.

And Li Ming, who was sitting opposite, sighed slightly, and with a movement of his hand, a spiritual light melted into Lin Daoren's arm, and soon, his right arm began to grow rapidly.

"This vein is also interesting, not seeking immortality, but taking the real mundane life as its own responsibility." Open the eye of heaven and observe with the power of divine sense, and find that it is only a congenital perfection of Lin Daoist, and a little bit of merit and golden light appear on his body.

"Congenital, can only be regarded as the ordinary among the mundane, but walking for the common people, only a few decades of hard work has merit and golden light." Li Ming looked at him, his heart moved, and a force of heart merged into Daoist Lin's dantian.

"No wonder it has been inherited for hundreds of millions of years, but even an immortal can't come out, only in the innate realm, judging from the degree of brokenness of the dantian, I'm afraid that the forbidden technique will be cast more than once or twice."

With the integration of mental strength, Lin Daoshi's dantian was continuously strengthened, and the Purple Mansion was directly opened.

"Little guy, accept this gift well, and keep this original intention."

Li Ming's mind moved, his mental strength was distorted, and he cast an illusion.

Outside the Lin Daoist in front of him, the people who had seen him in the city, and the high-level people in the mountain fort hundreds of miles away, all forgot about an innate master named Li Ming.