The skull village chief's soul was scattered, leaving the zombie blacksmith a terrible ghost, rolling his eyes and standing in place stupidly, neither advancing nor retreating, and his face was so embarrassed that his face turned green. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Cheng Ziming held the best spirit stone in his hand, closed his eyes and meditated to concentrate on replenishing the spiritual power of his body. He was too weak to have the strength to fight again for a while.

The brute man rested his cheek with one hand, his eyes fixed on the zombie blacksmith, and he was at a loss.

Xin Yue held the dark chain, and the black light chain coiled in front of the zombie blacksmith like a long snake, the chain moved slowly, looking ready to attack.

The situation was at a stalemate, and for a time no one could gain the upper hand.

Suddenly, the zombie blacksmith rolled his eyes upward, lifted his stiff left leg with all his might, and took a sharp step forward. The cold yin force pushed forward again. It seems that this zombie blacksmith is going to fight to the death.

"What should I do?" The barbarian turned pale and took a step back, while hesitantly glancing at Xin Yue, this taciturn ghost cultivator, whose strength was as mysterious as his origin. The native barbarian muttered in his heart: Maybe he can be like Cheng Ziming, suddenly exert power, and then destroy the zombie blacksmith in an instant?

"I can't help it!" Xin Yue said truthfully. As a ghost cultivator who had just entered the Dao, Xin Yue had only learned two spells. One has no magic weapon, and the other has no talisman, and he can only rely on the underworld chain to restrict the zombie blacksmith's actions, and there is really no way to destroy this powerful ghost.

"What should I do?" the barbarian asked again, this time to Cheng Ziming.

"What should I do?" Cheng Ziming still had his eyes closed, and the top-grade spirit stone in his hand had already collapsed and dimmed. Suddenly, the spiritual light on the spirit stone dimmed, and the entire spirit stone shattered, and the last spiritual energy was suddenly dispersed, and the spirit stone turned into white ash and scattered on the ground.

Cheng Ziming's face did not change, and he immediately took out two top-grade spirit stones from the storage bracelet, held them with his left and right hands respectively, and seized the time to recover his spiritual power.

The corners of the barbarian's mouth twitched twice, and he secretly cursed in his heart, "Loser!"

"What should I do?" Cheng Ziming sighed and continued: "I don't have enough spirit in my body, and I can't use any spells!"

The barbarian's face sank, and his heart plummeted to the bottom.

"But. Cheng Ziming paused, slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes shone brightly. He looked up at the dark sky, looked at the sparse raindrops, and said slowly: "The rain is about to stop, the clouds are about to disperse, and the sky is about to dawn!"

At this time, the zombie blacksmith was slowly raising his left leg and carefully stepping forward. As soon as Cheng Ziming said this, the zombie blacksmith's rolled eyes suddenly widened a little, his body shook slightly, and his left leg, which had been raised, didn't know whether to step forward or retreat.

Zombie blacksmiths are still ghosts after all. The power of the two pure yangs, the sun and the thunderbolt, is its natural nemesis. What's more, it only took a day for Blacksmith Zhao to turn into a ghost. Except for his instinctive ghostly powers, he had never practiced any exercises at all, and naturally had no resistance to the sun.

Xin Yue, the soul clone, is also a spirit body. Before he cultivated, his body could not be exposed to the sun. Fortunately, he met Liniang's ghost by chance, and got the Yin Mu umbrella he gave him, so that he could walk safely during the day. Later, Xin Yue officially entered the ghost cultivation method, practiced the ghost cultivation method, and cultivated until the third layer of condensation, and finally was able to resist the damage of the sun.

And a natural ghost like a zombie blacksmith who has never cultivated at all will be wiped out in the daylight.

Zombie Blacksmith is obviously very aware of this. So after a little struggle, the zombie blacksmith made a decision. His raised left leg strode backwards, slamming into the ground. At the same time, there were also heavy worries in the hearts of the barbarians. The barbarian let out a long breath, took off the wet bear skin, shook off the water droplets, and put it away. Then he took out a few dry clothes from the storage vessel and changed them without hesitation.

Cheng Ziming narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Fellow Daoists, aren't you afraid of this powerful ghost?"

The barbarian didn't look at the zombie blacksmith, and muffled: "Aren't there still two Taoist friends staring at him? Besides, it's already past sunrise." When the clouds clear, it should be the time when the light appears. This terrible ghost moves so slowly, if he doesn't retreat, will he wait to drink tea and bask in the sun with you and me!"

The last sentence reminded the zombie blacksmith that the ghost jumped up and spun around in the air, apparently trying to turn around. It's a pity that the zombie blacksmith's body was too stiff, and he tried his best, and in the end, he only turned a little half, facing Cheng Ziming and the others on the side, rolled his eyes and continued to jump up and turn around.

Cheng Ziming looked at the jumping zombie coldly, and said in his heart: After harassing all night, now I want to slip away?

Immediately, Xin Yue shook the dark chain, and the black light chain shook flexibly, like a long whip flying, and in an instant, it hit the zombie blacksmith's thigh. The zombie blacksmith has thick skin, and this blow is like an itch in a boot, and it can't do the slightest damage to it.

But after the blow, the chains wrapped around the zombie blacksmith's thighs like vines.

At this time, the zombie blacksmith jumped a few times and had already turned around. He rolled his eyes in the direction he had come, and was roaring out of his legs, ready to retreat to the village.

Xin Yue shook the chain here, the black light chain was quickly extended, and the front end struck again, winding all the way up along the zombie blacksmith's thigh, directly around the waist, and then downward, directly wrapping the zombie blacksmith's other thigh. Immediately, the chains tightened suddenly, and the legs and feet that the zombie blacksmith had just stepped out of were strangled by the chains, and they were suddenly pulled back. His legs were wrapped in chains, and he couldn't take a step anymore.

In a hurry, the zombie blacksmith suddenly jumped forward regardless of it, this jump was obviously trying his best, and he jumped directly out of the Cold Spring Pavilion and landed outside the iron fence. If this jumping method is followed, as long as there is a stick of incense, the zombie blacksmith can escape back to Hanquan Village, in that case, Cheng Ziming will not be able to help him.

"Want to run?" Cheng Ziming's mouth rose slightly, and he said secretly: "It's quite beautiful to think." ”

Xin Yue held the chain in his hand and gently slashed it back, and the black light chain suddenly retracted and pulled into a straight line. The zombie blacksmith was in the air, dragged backwards by chains, pulled into a prone position with his head and feet behind, and then slapped sideways into a puddle on the ground like a flying brick, making a muffled sound and splashing large droplets.

Before the drops of water fell, the zombie blacksmith suddenly slapped his hands to the ground, slapping the ground with a tremble, relying on the power of slapping the ground, this terrible ghost flickered and stood up again, and continued to jump hard, rolling his eyes in the direction of the entrance of the village.

Taking advantage of the fact that the zombie blacksmith was still in the air, the black light chain continued to wrap around the hands and feet of the torso a few times, wrapped the zombie blacksmith like a rice dumpling, and then pulled it back hard, pulling the zombie blacksmith directly to the ground.

The zombie blacksmith tied his hands and feet, and could no longer use the technique of slapping the ground, but he still rolled around, hitting the ground head and foot one after another, and the struggle became more and more intense.

Cheng Ziming stroked the hair in front of his forehead, the rainstorm had already stopped, and his hair was half dry. The hair on his forehead was a little messy by the east wind. He squinted at the sky, the wind and clouds were parting, the dark clouds were rapidly dispersing, and where the clouds were thin, there was already daylight through.

No wonder this zombie blacksmith is struggling desperately, it turns out that he also knows that his death is not far away.

The clouds have grown, and the natural clouds have disappeared. It turned out that the night had long passed, and the sun had risen. It's just that the morning sun is covered by dark clouds, so the daylight will not be seen for a long time, and the night will feel extraordinarily long. Now that the sun is rising, the yang energy is getting more and more abundant, the yin energy is getting lighter and lighter, the rain is gone, and the late sunlight finally passes through the thin clouds and spreads to the earth.

When the first rays of sunlight shone on the zombie blacksmith, a puff of green smoke came out of the zombie's body. The zombie blacksmith was frightened by a carp, and if he hadn't been firmly chained, he might have been able to jump up again. Suddenly, the zombie blacksmith struggled like a swing, rolling left and right and plopping back and forth, like a fish out of water, tossing desperately in vain.

A large amount of sunlight poured down, and the zombie blacksmith was emitting green smoke all over his body, and from a distance, it looked like a large pile of smoldering black charcoal. At the same time, there was green smoke and the black chains that bound the zombie blacksmith. The underworld chain is the condensation of yin qi, and when the grade is not high, it cannot resist the invasion of sunlight. If it weren't for Xin Yue's efforts to maintain it with yin power, the black light chain would have been broken long ago.

A moment later, the clouds of smoke cleared with the wind, leaving nothing on the ground but daylight. The zombie blacksmith and the dark chains that wrapped around it were reduced to nothing in the daylight.

Suddenly, there was a "clang", and all the iron fence doors of the Cold Spring Pavilion were opened at once.

Cheng Ziming's heart was relieved, which indicated that the task was over. Sure enough, a soft aura lit up on the barbarian's body, which was a signal to teleport back to the temple.

"Thanks to the help of the two Taoist friends this time!" The native barbarian saluted in the direction of Cheng Ziming and Xin Yue in the spiritual light, and said loudly: "Please accept some thank-you gifts first, if you have the opportunity to meet again in the future, the barbarian ......" Before he finished speaking, the aura flashed, and the figure of the native barbarian disappeared completely. Only in its original position, there were two small objects that shone with spiritual light, which must have been the thank you gifts in the mouth of the barbarians.

Cheng Ziming stepped forward and picked up the objects on the ground. It turned out to be a jade bottle containing elixir, and a crimson spirit jade. These two things are famous specialties of the barbarians, and Cheng Ziming also recognized them, so he put them away casually.

The current situation is really a bit bizarre. Cheng Ziming was depressed in his heart: The barbarian was successfully teleported back, but he and Xin Yue didn't have any teleportation aura on their bodies.

After patiently enduring it for a while, the expected teleportation aura still did not appear, and Cheng Ziming couldn't help but sit still.

Could it be that something has gone wrong? You don't want to stay in this small world for the rest of your life, do you?

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