Imprint the heavens, restrain everything, be the only one, become the only god!

After saying such a sentence in his heart, Wang Yu smiled wordlessly.

For the path that Wang Yu chose, Wang Yu himself was disdainful.

Although the two of them are, to some extent, barely the same person.

But Wang Yu really can't look down on that Wang Yu's vision and courage.

If he had the ability to travel through the heavens, he would never have thought of bringing disaster to himself in another world.

There are hands and feet in good health, and there are endless opportunities ahead.

Just by fighting by himself, it is not impossible to compete with the gods in the heavens.

Why bother just staring at yourself with the same root and origin in the parallel world, and when you look down on the nine heavens, you are afraid that the heavens and all the worlds are unique.

It's a pity, although he obtained Wang Yu's origin, he can survive for five years.

However, after all, the defects at the genetic level could not be cured, and ALS was still not completely cured.

After five years, he was afraid that he would collapse again and wait for death.

Grinding the beads in his hand, Wang Yu sighed a little!

Although they are all surnamed Wang, everyone's opportunities are still different!

Well, no, there's something weird in this bead!

His eyes stared at the blurred map in the beads.

Wang Yu had a bold idea in his heart.

The opportunity to support Wang Yu's shuttle through the heavens may not have disappeared with Wang Yu's ashes.

I'm afraid that this bead in my hand is a little famous!

Moving the beads in front of him, Wang Yu concentrated his luck, abandoned the surrounding noise, and focused on the beads.

A fluctuation in the darkness, a figure looking up to the sky and roaring, appeared in his mind.

......

"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled!

I haven't learned to become a teacher, and I haven't become a heavenly master who is admired by all people.

I'm not reconciled, just die under the mouth of zombies!"

A voice containing strong resentment exploded in Wang Yu's mind.

At the same time, some fragments of memory slowly emerged from Wang Yu's mind and fell silent.

The owner of the voice is also called Wang Yu, but he lives in an era nearly 100 years earlier than modern times.

His identity was neither high nor low in those days.

A Taoist priest, a Taoist priest who has studied art for three years and has a little ability.

Among the senior brothers, he was the latest to get started, and his talent was only average.

But he was the most diligent.

He is also the only one among the brothers and sisters who has broken away from the body of a Taoist boy to cultivate into the realm of a warlock, and can step on Yu to draw talismans.

Half a month ago, he was pulled out of the beggar gang and taken in, and the master Qianhe, who treated him like a parent, took over a business.

A troublesome business!

The pigtailed army of the handsome Zhang Xun came to an infantry platoon half a month ago and surrounded the dojo of the master Qianhe.

A moire iron coffin wrapped in an ink fountain net, surrounded by dozens of foreign guns, was carried into the dojo.

'The moire iron coffin is wrapped in ink nets, and the zombie ghost king can be installed. ’

Chewing on this post-break sentence, Master Qianhe wanted to follow the ancestral teachings and come to see off the guests.

But after the chief officer of the pigtailed platoon with two fast and slow machines entered the inner hall, he didn't know what to say to his master Qianhe.

The master, who didn't want to take this business, gritted his teeth and agreed to take this business.

In the past, they used to transport the dead of rich and noble families, and they used the secret method of Maoshan to turn the dead into walking corpses, and controlled the walking corpses to walk and jump forward with talisman magic.

In the process of driving out the corpses, they firmly followed the various taboos summarized by the ancestors.

Make sure that the walking corpse does not turn into a zombie.

But this time, they directly took a zombie who had already been deceived on the road, and all their previous experience was useless.

But Wang Yu is not afraid of this!

As one of the four disciples adopted by Master Chizuru.

Wang Yu didn't dare to ask his master why Qianhe changed his mind, he only knew to follow his master's wishes to prepare the guy.

Guy with a backpack full of guys.

He and the other three brothers and sisters took the master, plus the pigtailed battalion soldiers who surrounded the dojo and set out on the road.

Their goal is the capital, as long as the black iron moire coffin is safely transported into the capital, they will complete this business.

His master Qianhe is a well-known mage in Anhui, who studied under the real people of Wanjing in Maoshan Mountain.

His strength has crossed the three levels of Dao Tong, Warlock, and Trainer, and has reached the realm of a mage.

Searching for dragon points and feng shui are all refined.

The work of the rich and noble families to send the dead back to their hometowns has never made a mistake.

In the southern Anhui generation, it can be said that the heels stand firmly.

I heard that the capital is very prosperous, and there are yellow-haired devils everywhere on the street.

I don't know how it is compared to Bengbu City?

Are the people of the capital all the children of the Eight Banners who walk the birds and fight the eagle?

When they eat steamed buns, do they only eat white flour steamed buns?

Do they have all the money offerings issued by the imperial court, and they don't need to recite scriptures or draw talismans?

With fantasies about the capital, Wang Yu embarked on the road of no return!

When stepping out of Anhui and stepping into Shaanxi, the master Qianhe remembered that among the guys he carried, there was no glutinous rice that had been offered by incense.

also deliberately spared a short section of the road, so that the route would pass by the elder of the four eyes of the uncle.

The four-eyed master is very sour, and the senior brother of Jia Le is a child who follows him to learn art and treats him as his biological father.

But Uncle Simu has never treated Brother Jia Le well.

I vaguely remember the patched clothes on his body when I last saw Brother Knorr.

It's unimaginable that it was his latest and best dress!

Thinking about his master, Wang Yu still feels very happy, although the master does not pay salary, but there is never a shortage of living expenses.

During the New Year's holidays, they often pull cloth and ask tailors to buy new clothes and shoes for their brothers.

After arriving in the capital this time, he got the reward for this business, and the master should not be stingy.

Those famous delicacies in the capital, their senior brothers, everyone should be able to taste a little!

After taking the glutinous rice, he didn't have time to say goodbye to the senior brother Knorr who was right in front of him, and the sissy steward shouted and went on the road.

Why are you doing so quickly? Rush to death!

It's just that, looking at the platoon of soldiers in the team with foreign guns on their backs, he swallowed the words in his throat.

Silently complaining in his heart about the sissy steward in the team, Wang Yu honestly returned to the cart that was dismounted from the tent.

The task given to him by the master was to observe if there was any strange movement in the black iron moire coffin, and he would not leave his post without permission.

In the evening, the sky suddenly became overcast, and the rumbling thunder began to come from the sky.

In a tall and dense woods.

Wang Yu clenched the gossip mirror and the peachwood sword in his hand, and he just seemed to see the black iron moire coffin beside him vibrating gently.

The rain poured down.

The ink fountain net wrapped around the black iron moire coffin began to melt under the rain wash, and it was too bad that the coffin was really shaking.

"Master, there is a change in Shoucai, can you communicate with the Wu Steward and let the soldiers set up a tent for Shoucai first?"

Hearing Wang Yu's warning, Qianhe came to the black iron moire coffin in a flash.

Looking at the ink fountain net that kept melting, his face was very ugly.

The effectiveness of the ink fountain net that has been dissolved has been greatly reduced, and if it continues like this, the zombies in the coffin will definitely take the opportunity to make trouble.

Although he is not afraid of a single zombie, he really wants to make something happen to this zombie.

Then where should he put the reputation that he has accumulated over the years.

With a plan in his heart, Chizuru hurriedly walked towards the steward, wanting to discuss.

Seeing this, Wang Yu, who was standing next to the black iron moire coffin, had no other way than to hold the matter in his hand.

In less than two sentences, Wang Yu saw the master who turned around with a depressed face.

It seems that the sissy in charge of the black steward did not agree to let Shoucai enter the tent.

Things are in trouble!

"Dao Chief, the second tent has been set up, let Shoucai enter the tent!"

Just when the five masters and apprentices were at a loss, the words of the two-gun chief officer who led a platoon of soldiers accompanied them suddenly regained their strength.

"Quick, two more people will help push Shoucai into the tent first. ”

Seeing that there was a tent where Shoucai could be placed to avoid the rain, the five masters and apprentices of Qianhe immediately perked up and began to pull up Shoucai.

But before they could take a few steps in the mud with Shoucai, the heavy rain that had been pouring suddenly stopped.

Without waiting for Wang Yu to sigh and make people feel the will of heaven, a drought thunder struck the black iron moire coffin.

With a strong current, Wang Yu, who was pulling the rope and pulling the longevity material hard, bounced out directly.

If it weren't for the considerable mana protection in his body, he was only afraid that he would become a scorched corpse.

Before Wang Yu could use the only remaining mana in his body to expel the electricity in his body, an astringent sound came from the black iron moire coffin.

Although there was an uncleaned ink fountain net, the zombies lying in the coffin began to make noise after being struck by lightning.

Seeing this, Wang Yu still had the mind to use mana to recover his body.

Hurriedly untie the bundle of ropes on his back and throw them to the brothers who were not hit by the electricity.

He believed that the rope with the thickness of an adult's arm would definitely trap a zombie in a coffin.

But the result disappointed him.

The bundle of heavenly ropes with the thickness of an adult's arm failed to block the zombies in Shoucai for a moment.

Even though the master Chizuru suppressed it, the zombie still escaped!

With a bang, the zombie not only broke free from the shackles of Shoucai.

The heavy lid of the black iron moire coffin also pressed down on the master's legs.

Wang Yu, who regarded Qianhe as his father in his heart, immediately rushed to the master's side and helped the unlucky master move the coffin lid.

Behind him, the elder brother pulled out the peachwood sword behind him and rushed towards the zombies standing on the shoucai in search of prey.

In less than a round, the elder brother was inserted in the chest by a zombie and bit his neck.

No, it shouldn't be that way, right?

When the elder brother was in Bengbu City, he killed zombies alone?

Everything that followed made Wang Yu, who was still silent in his mind about the fact that the senior brother was killed by zombies, was completely stunned.

He thought that the master, who was free from the suppression of the coffin lid, would easily kill the zombie and avenge his senior brother.

But the master fought alone, and he was defeated by that zombie!

Even after the zombie was trapped by them with a rope.

The peachwood sword in the master's hand failed to take the zombie's life.

After knocking the master away, the zombie turned around and wrapped its arms around the rope.

Without waiting for Wang Yu to react, Wang Yu, who used his body as a stake to firmly strangle the corpse rope, took off and flew into the air.

He had just landed, and without waiting for him to use his mana, he calmed down the internal organs that had been thrown and almost displaced.

A rancid figure, looming over his head, the zombie arrived.

"Xiaobei!"

Wang Yu only vaguely heard the master's bloody cry, and then grabbed a pair of corpse claws that clasped his arms and grabbed them hard.

He didn't have the ability to resist at all, and sent his neck to the zombie's fishy mouth.

The passage of blood and the erosion of corpse poison made Wang Yu's consciousness begin to blur.

In the dark, he let out an unwilling roar.

He didn't want to die in the mouth of a zombie, he wanted to change all that, even if his soul fell forever.