On a small square table in front of him, a long gray sword was quietly placed.

The sword is three feet long, and the sword body is thin and narrow, which is different from the ordinary long sword used by ordinary martial arts people, and there is no scabbard.

The entire sword is made of one piece, which looks ordinary and ordinary, but there is an extreme sense of murder hidden in it.

Zhou Zheng looked at the sword in front of him, and suddenly pinched the trick in his hand, and a mana entered the sword body, and suddenly the long sword buzzed and trembled, and then it soared into the air and floated in front of Zhou Zheng.

A gray-white sword faintly reveals from the sword body, and the fierce power can cut gold and jade, and sharpen iron like clay.

The sword trick started, and the long sword shook a string of sword shadows in front of Zhou Zheng's eyes, looking dizzy, and then flashed and swept out of the cabin.

In a few breaths, the long sword flashed back and fell back onto the square table, and everything disappeared and returned to its original state.

Zhou Zheng exhaled, and the corners of his mouth lifted a curvature.

"This flying sword is so-so, it can be regarded as an intermediate magic weapon. I didn't think that Wudang still had such materials, but it gave me a surprise. ”

It turned out that what was placed in front of him was a flying sword used by an immortal cultivator, which he had painstakingly refined when he was in Wudang Mountain.

It took him about ten days to do this.

Otherwise, just alchemy to improve his cultivation would be enough for him in a few days.

There was no doubt that his cultivation had successfully broken through to the twelfth layer, and he was only one step away from the thirteenth layer of the peak of qi refining, and the next step was to build the foundation.

However, this matter was not in a hurry, he obviously felt that after the cultivation had stepped into the twelfth layer, the effect of the Blood Ring Pill on him had been minimal, I don't know if it was a problem of drug resistance, or the effect of the pill was too small for this cultivator of the cultivation level.

In this way, Zhou Zheng wants to continue to break through, and he can only refine the elixir with better efficacy.

It's not that he doesn't have Dan Fang in his mind, on the contrary, there are a lot of them, but there are very few that can be used in this mortal world, but he also found such a one.

Several of the main alchemy materials happen to be available in Shaolin, which Zhou Zheng slowly learned about after collecting the medicinal scriptures and pharmacopoeias of this mundane world from various major sects, among which Wudang has been recorded.

Shaolin's famous elixir to increase internal strength, Da Huandan, contains two kinds of alchemy materials that Zhou Zheng needs.

Otherwise, he would not have rushed to Shaolin as soon as he left Wudang.

If he made a mess today, Shaolin would definitely be troubled by this matter, and there was Master Wunian in it, and Zhou Zheng was going to get the alchemy materials he needed from Shaolin, which was not a difficult task.

Perhaps, there are any unexpected gains from Shaolin, the leader of the Jianghu sect.

The flying sword in front of him is not an unexpected joy.

Zhou Zheng sat on the boat, his thoughts flying. The blood slave on the side waited like a faithful guard.

In his hand, he held a corpse bell. From time to time, it shook twice, and there was a burst of bells.

The strange fish in the river outside did not dare to attack them because of this. Otherwise, if someone else is replaced, the ship will already be broken and people will die.

……

Shomuro on the mountain.

In front of the Shaolin Mountain Gate, a bloody scene seriously damaged the image of the pure land of the Holy Buddha Gate.

Scattered stumps and severed arms, blackened and rotting blood and internal organs exposed, and a disgusting stench permeated the air at all times, apparently having just experienced a vicious battle.

Among them, there are zombies and Shaolin monks, and now they are all mixed together, and it is difficult to distinguish each other.

Inside the heavy mountain gate, a line of Shaolin monks holding sticks stood side by side, all with one hand on their chests, bowing their heads slightly and reciting scriptures silently, resisting the zombie invasion of the dead monks outside, and guiding their souls to the Western Heaven Elysium.

In addition to them, the heads of the Shaolin courtyards, the Dharma Protector Elders, etc., also showed sadness on their faces and exceeded their souls.

After half a column of incense.

The monks were silent, and an atmosphere of misery seemed to envelop them.

"Amitabha! You don't have to be like that, those monks died to protect Shaolin, and the Buddha will record their merits. ”

Shaolin abbot Wunian master, slowly stepped in, wearing a robe, holding a Zen staff, one hand upright, chanting a Buddha name, the image of a great monk.

When everyone saw the abbot coming, they all bowed to him.

"Abbot, why did you come here?"

"Yes, there are a few poor monks here, and those zombies can't break into the mountain gate."

The first seat of each courtyard said one after another, but the abbot Wunian shook his head lightly and said slowly: "The old man is here to wait for someone." ”

"Wait for someone?"

After hearing this, most of the monks were puzzled, for example, they are not unclear about the situation today, only zombies have broken in these days, where are there living people.

The abbot said that he was waiting for someone to come, but didn't Wudang come to help?

However, this place is far away from Wudang Mountain, and it is unlikely that they still have to protect themselves, and they have to cross such a dangerous road to come.

"I don't know who the abbot is waiting for." A fat monk with a fat head and big ears spoke, this person is the first Wufu of the Luohan Hall.

"When he comes, you will know." The abbot didn't want to sell a pass, and he didn't explain.

When the monks saw that he didn't want to say, they stopped asking and waited on the side.

After a while.

Outside the mountain gate, the figure of a zombie appeared again, coming up along the mountain road, as if smelling the smell of blood here.

One appeared, and then another group appeared, and the rest of their clothes were all people from the villages at the foot of the mountain, or people from nearby towns.

Each of them had white eyes and no pupils, and their grinning appearance matched with a strange posture, and after smelling the smell of blood, they quickly pounced on it like a starving ghost, charging towards the mountain gate.

Such a movement naturally made the Shaolin monks inside hear it, and through the crack in the door, the warrior monks saw the zombies attacking again, and they were immediately very vigilant.

"Here we go again."

"The monks are on alert, go out to fight at any time, and they can't be allowed to break open the mountain gate!"

These zombies look weak, but in fact, they have strange powers, and if they don't want to hit the mountain gate one by one, the mountain gate won't be able to withstand it for long.

If the mountain gate collapses and a group of zombies swarm in, Shaolin can be said to be in danger.

Then, as soon as the mountain gate opened, all the warrior monks rushed out with sticks, their faces were angry, and they quickly set up a formation to meet the zombies, and a bloody battle was coming.

The head of each courtyard and the Dharma Protector Elder held their breath and paid close attention to the situation, and once something changed, they would also take action as soon as possible and swear to defend the land of Buddhism.

Abbot Wunian stood at the end, feeling the expressions of the monks around him, and a ghostly light flashed in the depths of his eyes, and no one present noticed it.

"Master, it's time to arrive, too."

He has already arranged all the means that should be arranged according to his instructions, and he is waiting to welcome Zhou Zheng's arrival and harvest everything here.

The entire Shaolin could never have imagined that the abbot they respected in their hearts had already changed into a person and became someone else's puppet.

A miserable scream suddenly came from outside the mountain gate, from the mouths of those warrior monks.

"What's going on!"

The sudden change caught the monks off guard, and outside the gate of Wangshan, one by one the warrior monks suddenly fell down, and then were drowned by zombies.

An extremely brilliant sword suddenly pierced out of the zombie crowd and slashed down on the mountain gate.

With a violent bang, the heavy mountain gate collapsed, revealing the stunned faces of the monks inside.