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When the old Daoist heard this voice, he was so frightened that his entire body trembled. He hurriedly walked to the side of the little Daoist and pushed him onto his back. He shouted, "Hurry and go!"

The little Daoist felt a powerful force enter into his back, and his body flew out towards the door, shattering several of the barrier created by the Supreme Qi, and his body landed heavily on the ground. When the little Daoist got up, he found himself in the middle of the courtyard, and before he could calm his mind, he saw the sinister faces of the lone soul in the courtyard all staring at him, and he was so scared that his entire body shivered. He remembered the blue talisman that he had given to his master, and immediately took out the blue talisman from his chest, and lightly waved it in his hand, according to the incantation that he had been taught to him by his master.

When that blue Glyph ignited, the little Daoist immediately felt his body glowing with a layer of blue light, forming a protective layer of yang energy around his body. Even his dantian was filled with true energy, as if a god had possessed him.

The ghosts that came whistling through the air transformed into wisps of green smoke the moment they came into contact with the protective yang energy emitted by his body. Their souls were immediately scattered.

The little Daoist knew that his master was a blue talisman to protect his life, and had condensed his master's many years of cultivation within it. Then, his master had left this chance for him to live, and at that moment, the little Daoist fell into tears, and shouted a few times towards the direction of the house. However, there was no response from the house.

The Daoist originally wanted to go and help his master with his peach wood sword and save him, but there were countless ghosts blocking his path and he couldn't move forward at all.

Even so, the Daoist did not give up.

He brandished the peach wood sword in his hand and used the pure Yang energy contained in the blue talisman to continuously swing and kill the ghosts and wild ghosts that were slaughtered by the peach wood sword. However, these wild and lonely ghosts were as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

The inside of the room was in a terrible state. After the old Daoist slapped him out, the coffin began to shake again, and a large amount of blood flowed out of the coffin, completely soaking his shoes. When the shoes touched the blood, green smoke began to rise from under his feet, as if he was stepping on a red-hot metal board.

However, before he could react, the huge redwood blood coffin suddenly exploded, turning into countless pieces of wood that shot out in all directions, the pieces of wood were like sharp knives, once they landed on the old Taoist's body, they could instantly pierce through it, the old Taoist's cultivation, was decisive, his feet fiercely stomped on the ground, a yellow talisman appeared out of nowhere, under the effect of the incantation, the yellow talisman quickly burned, instantly condensing into an astral barrier around the old Taoist's body, protecting his entire body.

In a split-second, countless fragments of the coffin shot out, and many of them struck the barrier created by the old Daoist. In a split-second, the fragments of the coffin shot out, and many of them struck the barrier created by the old Daoist.

When the old Daoist priest used the Mo Dou line to seal the red wooden blood coffin, he had already used up a lot of his spiritual power. Now that he was hit by the force of the broken wood, he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the daoist robe on his chest blood-red.

Before the old Daoist could stand up, a zombie suddenly stood up beside the broken mahogany coffin.

This zombie was that WangXia!

The old Daoist took a glance at that zombie and was scared out of his wits, because this was no ordinary zombie. Even if it was several hundred years ago, it would still be rare to encounter such a powerful zombie.

Cultivators were people who understood strange techniques and techniques, and knew the most about zombie ghosts and ghosts. The more they understood, the more they knew which evil object was most terrifying and the hardest to tame. Wang Shishi was one of them.

She had shown off her abilities in front of so many people, but she had not dared to reveal them. Only on the most recent occasion, when old woman Wang had been beaten to the point where she was barely hanging on to her last breath and was about to die, she had kept her resentment, swore to become the enemy of all the people in the world, and cultivated herself to become a zombie, an evil being that was intolerable to the heavens.

If it was an ordinary zombie, the old Taoist would be fearless with his cultivation base, but the crux of the issue was that zombies were not ordinary zombies, but an extremely rare type of purple-armored zombie. The origin of these zombies could only be formed in the most suitable zombie breeding grounds, and forming a purple-armored zombie was not a simple matter of rearing zombies; it would take hundreds of years to form.

Judging from its appearance, zombies were generally divided into black fiend, white fiend, red fiend, mercury, and heavy brows. Only then would they form a purple-armored zombie. This series of stages would take hundreds of years to complete.

After becoming a Violet Armored Zombie, there were still many levels behind them. Then there were grudges, furry roars, dry bats, and finally Corpse Monsters at the highest level.

The old Daoist had only heard about the other zombies in his life and had never seen one. This was also a legend from ancient books, and it was also the first time he had seen this purple armored zombie, so how could he not be shocked?

This purple-armored zombie was covered in thick scales, and had scales like that of a fish. It couldn't be hurt by chopping and chopping with its blade or chopping with its axe or even if it was burned in water, it couldn't do anything to it. It had become the wife of the purple-armored zombie, and before it was a skinny little old woman.

The old Taoist was simply unable to imagine just how much hatred this old granny Wang had towards him for him to have such an appearance that was neither human nor ghost. He also did not know what method she used to be able to ignore the fact that it had taken several hundred years to form a purple-armored zombie, which could take only a few days to form.

This was a rapidly maturing purple-armored zombie, but he didn't know how strong its cultivation was. Was it really as powerful as the legendary purple-armored zombie?