"One move!" fell heavily to the ground, and Wang Xu spurted out another mouthful of blood.

He can walk ten rounds in the hands of the black-haired zombie, but he didn't expect that in the hands of the music zombie, he couldn't even stick to a single move.

Feeling the numb body and the hard qigong that was forcibly broken, Wang Xu got up with difficulty and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand.

"Deliver... Go out... Come! The music zombie hit it successfully, and did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but slowly walked to Wang Xu and stretched out a big hand full of purple fluff.

Wang Xu coughed heavily, and looked at Uncle Ying from the corner of his eye.

In his eyes, Uncle Ying was already hunched over, ran to the altar, and pinched his hands against the candles: "Disciple Maoshan, please ask Master Zu to come up!" ”

"You can't scare me." Wang Xu spoke with difficulty, without any fear in his eyes.

The music zombie twitched the corners of his mouth twice, his corpse teeth flashing in the moonlight, and reached out to grab Wang Xu's waist.

But before it could be caught, a peachwood sword came over, and I saw Uncle Ying's face full of gold, and he whispered: "Poor Dao Maoshan Yuanyi real person Xu Hui, demon, dare to be rampant in front of me!" ”

The patriarch who called himself Xu Hui didn't know who it was, and the peachwood sword danced, with bursts of thunder.

As soon as the sword danced, there was a thunderbolt in the sky, and the music zombie was not afraid of Taoism, but it couldn't withstand the bombardment of the thunder, and was immediately beaten back again and again.

"Dao Chief, who is this Xu Hui?" Wang Xu withdrew from the battle group and asked with a surprised expression.

He shrunk his neck numbly, and for the first time with a tone of awe, he whispered: "Patriarch Xu Hui, a real person of Yuanyi, is the fourth patriarch of the Qing Sect on my Maoshan Mountain, and it is rumored that he has been ascended in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, but I didn't expect my junior brother to invite this ancestor down!" ”

The general Maoshan sect invites the gods, and only their own ancestors are invited, and most of them are masters of the sect or masters.

And Xu Hui, the real person of Yuanyi, was ranked in the immortal class 1,500 years ago, and it stands to reason that unless it is a contemporary heavenly master who comes out and puts down the *** altar, it is not to move the ancestor of this level.

Although Uncle Ying is good, he is not the current head of the Maoshan Sect, and it stands to reason that his face is not so big.

The only explanation is that Uncle Ying hit the big luck this time, and Yuan Yizhen may be idle and bored, and when he sees a disciple inviting God, he will come down to play.

"Yuan Yi Zhenren Xu Hui is here, please help me with the gods of the Thunder Department!" Patriarch Xu Hui, who was on Uncle Ying's body, had a slight touch of the peachwood sword in his hand.

In the next second, a bucket-thick thunder suddenly fell, slashing heavily on the body of the music zombie, and the thunder of the explosion shook people so much that they had to cover their ears.

After the thunder, the dust settled.

Wang Xu looked towards the location of the thunder, and saw that the ground was scorched black, and the music zombie that was arrogant just now had turned into a piece of black charcoal at this time.

"It is my duty to subdue demons and eliminate demons, so you can do it yourself." With a golden light in his eyes, Uncle Ying raised his eyes and glanced around, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Ma Ma Di saw this, quickly knelt on the ground with his hands in his hand, and said respectfully: "Disciple Ma Madi, send the ancestor back!" ”

The golden light on Uncle Ying's face, as if it had been taken away, returned to its original color little by little.

A few minutes later, Uncle Ying slowly opened his eyes and asked blankly, "Which ancestor is here?" ”

"It's Yuan Yi Zhenren Xu Hui Patriarch!" Ma Ma stepped forward to help Uncle Ying up, just like a commentator, and added: "The patriarch is an old man, the peach wood sword in his hand pointed to the sky, and pointed a little at the zombie, a thunderbolt came down, and the zombie was chopped to death!" ”

Uncle Ying nodded clearly, looked at the ground that was struck black by lightning, and sighed: "It's all useless to me, and I have to burden the ancestors to go down to earth, I am really ashamed of the ancestors!" ”

Wang Xu: "..."

Uncle Ying is forced to pretend, Wang Xu can give at least ninety-nine points, and he is afraid that he will be proud if he does not give the remaining point.

The big gate faction, sure enough, is the big gate faction, what is the heritage, please ask the ancestor to go down to earth at every turn, this is the foundation.

There are at least hundreds of ancestors in the Shangqing Sect of Maoshan Mountain, and there are more than a dozen of them in the immortal class, and the leader is Mao Tianshi, one of the four heavenly masters.

The strength of the music zombie is between the purple zombie and the flying zombie, and there is no one for hundreds of years, so it hangs up so easily.

Is the music zombie too weak, no, one-on-one, Uncle Ying is not the opponent of the music zombie.

The reason why it died was not because of its weak strength, but because it had a bad background and no backing behind it.

If Master Zu doesn't go to the lower realm, Uncle Ying fights with it, and it's not certain who will clean up whom.

And Uncle Ying's strength is firmly in the top three among Maoshan's contemporary disciples, which fully demonstrates the strength of music zombies.

"Uncle Ying's victory is the victory of the ruling class and the victory of the RMB warriors, and I seem to be a casual player!" Facing Uncle Ying, who seems to have opened a VIP membership, Wang Xu feels that people are really different from each other.

I don't know why, seeing the musical zombie that was killed by a thunderbolt, Wang Xu not only didn't have any joy, but felt empty in his heart.

The music zombie is stronger than him, but he died in one fell swoop, and he didn't need half of it.

"It's not good, people who study martial arts pay attention to their hearts, and the means of destroying zombies with a thunderbolt make me doubt myself." Wang Xu hurriedly adjusted his mentality and no longer thought about the means of Yuan Yi Zhenren Xu Hui.

It's a pity that the thoughts in his heart are not so easy to control, and the more Wang Xu forces himself not to think about it, the more the picture of the thunder descending into the world flashes in his mind.

In the end, Wang Xu only felt upset, and whispered: "Yuan Yi Zhenren Xu Hui, those are all characters from fifteen hundred years ago, if you give me fifteen hundred years, I may not be worse than him, right?" ”

With this thought, my heart suddenly felt a lot lighter.

Wang Xu has no backer, no inheritance, and the portal is his greatest confidence.

The portal connects to the endless world, which also means endless possibilities, Wang Xu no longer escapes the power of Xu Hui's real person, but turns his head to imagine his future.

After a moment, he exhaled a breath of air, his eyes became bright again, and he whispered, "Count the heroes and look at the present day!" ”

... The next day...

After the matter of the musical zombies was settled, everyone stayed in the hall to rest for the night, and only rushed back the next day.

After nine hours of turbulence, Renjiazhen gradually came into view.

Wang Xu didn't go back with Uncle Ying, but thought about his zombie baby, got out of the car outside the town, and said: "Uncle Ying, there is no feast in the world, I have been very happy with you these days, and it's time to leave." ”

"You're leaving?" This was not asked by Uncle Ying, but by Ren Tingting.

Glancing at Ren Tingting's expression, Wang Xu nodded with a smile and said, "There is a meeting between mountains and rivers, and there will be a period later." ”

"There will be a date later!" Uncle Ying didn't ask Wang Xu why he wanted to leave, he was used to parting, and he behaved very freely.

However, Wen Cai was a little reluctant, raised his head in a daze, waved his hand weakly, and said: "Brother Wang, remember to come to see us when you have time, I still owe you a meal of bean curd with Qiusheng." ”

"Good!" Wang Xu smiled and nodded, and then said, "Uncle Ying, when I go back, I will say goodbye to the four-eyed Taoist for me, and I will come back to see when I have time." ”

"Take care..."Under the eyes of Uncle Ying and a few others, Wang Xu gradually drifted away. 8)