Although the Thousand Crane Daoist felt very surprised by the occurrence of such a thing as the heavenly lightning striking the coffin, but a heartfelt joy emerged from the depths of his heart, after all, it was too fucking uncomfortable for him to see a zombie as a Maoshan disciple and no way to destroy it according to his heart, so when he saw that the bronze horn golden coffin where the zombie was placed was struck by the heavenly lightning falling from the sky, the Thousand Crane Taoist had already sentenced the zombie to death in his heart. Because there may not be a Thousand Crane Daoist who is proficient in palm thunder in the world today, and he understands the power of heavenly thunder better.

Of course, Zhao Xiaojun can think of his uncle Qianhe's thoughts at this time, after all, according to common sense, zombies are the most afraid of the power of heaven and earth in the face of the heavenly thunder, not to mention, the zombie in this copper horn golden coffin has firmly withstood the blow of the thunder, but Zhao Xiaojun, who is familiar with the plot, knows that his uncle Qianhe's plan finally fell through, so the thunderbolt coffin has just ended, and the wind and rain have stopped. Before the Thousand Crane Daoist and the others had recovered from what had just happened, Zhao Xiaojun took Serena and the others to the place where the bronze horn and gold coffin were placed.

"Xiaojun, who are you?" Seeing the actions of Zhao Xiaojun and the others, Daoist Qianhe immediately asked in confusion.

Before Zhao Xiaojun could figure out how to answer the words of the Thousand Crane Chief, the Thousand Crane Elder had been attracted by the movement coming from the copper horn golden coffin, and Zhao Xiaojun saw that the coffin lid of the copper horn golden coffin had been pushed by the zombie spirit inside, making a creaking sound, and the ink fountain line wrapped around the copper horn golden coffin had also played a suppressive role.

Although because of Zhao Xiaojun and a few of them, these ink lines did not fade due to the rain, but Zhao Xiaojun knew that even so, these ink lines could not last much in the hands of the royal zombie who had become fine, so when Zhao Xiaojun saw this, he didn't care about answering the words of the Thousand Crane Dao Chief, so he took three steps and two steps, and came to the front of the copper horn golden coffin, and his right foot hit the ground heavily, and Zhao Xiaojun took advantage of the recoil power of this kick to appear directly on the copper horn golden coffin.

With the monstrous power of his gods and demons, he suppressed the royal zombie that had become a spirit back into the bronze horn and golden coffin.

Serena and the others were also not slow to act, when Zhao Xiaojun got up to suppress the Tongjiao Golden Coffin, several of them took the hemp rope that had been prepared a long time ago, and added another layer of shackles to the outside of the Tongjiao Golden Coffin.

Although the Thousand Crane Daoist was very puzzled that the zombie could survive under the blow of the Heavenly Thunder, a thing of heaven and earth, he also knew that now was not the time to think about these things, so he shouted to his four apprentices, "Help!" After that, he rushed to Zhao Xiaojun and them.

Daoist Qianhe and his four apprentices used the trapped corpse rope they carried with them to arrange a simple trap formation around the bronze horn golden coffin, and assisted Zhao Xiaojun and a few of them to suppress the zombie.

After arranging the trapped formation, the Thousand Crane Daoist came to Zhao Xiaojun's side, thinking of the doubts in his heart and the sudden rush of Zhao Xiaojun and several of them, he was ready to ask Zhao Xiaojun about it.

When Zhao Xiaojun saw the actions of his uncle Qianhe Daoist, he knew what he wanted to say, so he took the lead in saying to Qianhe Daoist: "Senior uncle, although we have trapped this zombie, but you and I both know that our actions can't trap this zombie for long at all, you must know that this zombie can withstand a thunderbolt and not die!" ”

After hearing Zhao Xiaojun's words, the Thousand Crane Daoist didn't care to ask Zhao Xiaojun, and said to Zhao Xiaojun with a solemn expression: "Yes! Now we can only hope that Senior Brother Four-Eyed can sense what we're doing here, and come here as soon as possible! ”

After hearing the words of the Thousand Crane Dao Chief, Zhao Xiaojun also nodded, with an expression of approval. As the apprentice of the Four-Eyed Daoist, Zhao Xiaojun also knew that his master, as a four-eyed Daoist who played zombies professionally, must have some way to deal with this royal zombie who had become a refinement, so now Zhao Xiaojun and the task of several of them was to support the arrival of the Four-Eyed Daoist.

There is no need for Zhao Xiaojun to say this, as an old Jianghu Qianhe Dao Chief, he also understands this truth, so after the Qianhe Dao Chief, Zhao Xiaojun and their two uncles and nephews glanced at each other, they both saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

"What are you doing? I don't know if Brother Seventy-One wants to rest? If Brother Seventy-One doesn't rest well, be careful of your heads? What a bunch of lowly slaves. Just as Zhao Xiaojun and Qianhe Dao Chang were discussing how to better trap which one of the copper horns in the golden coffin, the voice of the sissy Wu manager came from behind Zhao Xiaojun and the two of them.

After hearing the voice of the sissy Wu manager, a heartfelt anger emerged in the eyes of the Thousand Crane Daoist and Zhao Xiaojun, but the anger in the eyes of the Thousand Crane Daoist was just emerging, and it slowly dissipated, obviously the three hundred years of rule of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, so that the Thousand Crane Dao Chief, a master of Maoshan Mountain, chose to subconsciously endure.

But the fact that the Thousand Crane Daoist can endure it does not mean that Zhao Xiaojun can endure it.

So Zhao Xiaojun said expressionlessly: "You should die!" The sound seemed to come from the cold wind of the cold winter, which made the two of them, the chief of the thousand cranes and the chief of the black shiver.

As soon as Zhao Xiaojun's words fell, a Tang knife suddenly appeared in his hand, which was like a silver lightning bolt in the eyes of the Thousand Crane Dao Chief, and the fast Thousand Crane Dao Leader did not react at all, and the one in Zhao Xiaojun's hand had already cut the throat of the sissy Wu Chief.

"You daring man."

Because Zhao Xiaojun's speed was too fast, the head of Wu covered his neck and fell down after saying this.

"Xiaojun, why did you kill him?" At this time, the Chizuru Daoist reacted from what had just happened, and said with a slightly reproachful tone.

"Uncle Shi, Han'er will never be a slave!" After Zhao Xiaojun heard the words of the Thousand Crane Dao Chief, he immediately shouted from the bottom of his heart.

And when the Thousand Crane Daoist heard Zhao Xiaojun's heartfelt shout, he suddenly had a deafening feeling, "Yes! Han'er will never be a slave. But since the destruction of the Ming Kingdom for three hundred years, how long have the children of the Han family not heard such a proud and heartfelt cry. Qianhe Dao Chang thought so in his heart, and at the same time, the divine light in Qianzuru Dao Chang's eyes became brighter and brighter, which was the pride that belonged to the Han family Erlang engraved in the bone marrow for thousands of years.

Zhao Xiaojun didn't have time to care about his uncle Qianhe Daoist at this time, and he was recovering his pride of belonging to the Han people, and at this time Zhao Xiaojun was taking Serena and a few of them to slaughter those Qing Dynasty soldiers.

Even in the midnight barren forest where it has just rained, these two good friends will not slip and hit trees and get lost, and they are running like flying in the night, not at all hindered by the branches and vines in the forest, and soon followed the trail left by Chizuru Daochang and others, and chased them to their camp.

"Help! Help me! ”

As soon as I could see a faint fire in front of me, I heard a shrill and sharp cry for help, and the two people of the four-eyed Taoist and the master of Yixiu hurriedly stepped up their steps and rushed forward, and saw a Qing Dynasty soldier who was holding a child and was dying, while shouting for help, and stumbling over.

"Help, help! Help, Master! Guru! Guru! ”

is holding the seventy-one elder brother...... This elder brother's father is also really capable of giving birth, and the Qing Dynasty soldiers who were holding the seventy-one elder brother to seize the road and flee saw at a glance the rush to the front, holding the bronze sword of demon subjugation in his hand, and then he saw Master Yixiu who followed closely, and couldn't help but cry for help.

However, because of Zhao Xiaojun, this Qing Dynasty soldier directly skipped the four-eyed Taoist who walked in front and wore a Taoist robe, but walked directly for Master Yixiu, who was holding a peach wood battle in his hand and wearing a monk's robe.

At this time, the two people, Michicho Shimu and Master Ikkyu, also saw Selena with a sharp blade in her hand and pursued her from the opposite side.

Looking at the blood-stained Tang Dao in Serena's hand, the four-eyed Taoist frowned, and said in a very serious tone: "Serena, what is going on?" ”

And Serena replied very calmly after hearing the words of the four-eyed Taoist: "Master, my master has ordered that all Manchu Qing Tartars should be killed, please don't embarrass Serena." ”

After hearing Serena's words, Master Yixiu and the four-eyed Taoist subconsciously protected the Qing Dynasty soldier and the seventy-one elder brother behind them, and at the same time, the four-eyed Taoist shouted angrily: "Take me to see Zhao Xiaojun's rebel, I want to see if there is still me as a master in his eyes." ”

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