Not long after, Cheng Fan arrived at his destination.

At this moment, he was standing on the flying sword, converging his breath and hiding.

Below him, four unidentified people are fighting a group of blood corpses.

One of them was wearing a yellow Taoist robe, with seven stars on his feet, holding Bagua in his hands, and had an open face. He was extremely majestic, and his cultivation was in the early stage of foundation building.

But the pair of round-framed glasses on her face were a little out of shape.

There was also a young Taoist priest wearing blue clothes next to him. His cultivation was not high, and he was probably at the seven or eight levels of Qi training.

Holding a peach wood sword in his hand, he kept docking and moving under the siege of the blood corpse, very agile.

On the other side are two monks, one old and one young.

The old monk held a Zen stick in his hand, pinched a Buddhist seal in his hand, and muttered something in his mouth.

Buddha light kept emerging around his body, and several blood corpses could not be close to him, and their breath was not far from the eyeglasses Taoist wanted to go.

The little monk at his feet hugged the old monk's thighs and shivered. He seemed to be about the same age as Xiao Nannan, and his cultivation level was only the second level of Qi training, which was barely considered a first-time viewing path.

Cheng Fan was stunned when he saw it.

Started to practice with the old monk at such a young age?

Could it be that I have protected Xiao Nannan a little too much?

But seeing the little monk's panic look, Cheng Fan felt that it was very correct not to take Xiao Nannan for this trip.

...

"Master, think of a solution quickly. I'm almost unable to run!" said the Qinglang Xiaodao with a wry smile.

"Jiale, hold on for a while, I have sent a paper doll to ask your master for help."

The Taoist wielded his sword to force a blood corpse to retreat and replied loudly.

"How long will it take?"

"One hour!"

"Ah? Then I'm done with it!"

Jiale moved left and right, dragging the two blood corpses.

The Taoist who spectacles alone endured several blood corpses. On the surface, he was majestic, but in fact he could hardly hold on.

His apprentice was also chased by the blood corpse and ran away with his head in his arms.

But the old monk there was alone and had no intention of helping.

The Taoist of glasses couldn't hold back any longer, swung his sword grid to open the blood corpse, and cursed: "You old bald donkey, stand by and watch, right? You can't run away after I die!"

The old monk sighed, "Namo Amitabha. This Taoist brother is not unwilling to help you. He is really powerless."

"Jiale, lead the zombies to the old monk. Isn't he boundless Buddhism? Let him save these guys!"

Hearing this, Jiale staggered and was almost knocked down by the blood corpse.

Fortunately, he was agile and supported himself with both hands to avoid the culprit of the blood corpse.

"Master, isn't this good? There are children over there." Jiale shook his head.

The Taoist of Glasses consciously made a mistake and didn't say much.

The old monk pinched the Buddha seal in his hand and asked with a bitter face: "I dare to ask Brother Daoist, why are there so many zombies in this place?"

The Taoist of Glasses was immediately dissatisfied and cursed: "Okay, you old bald donkey, did I mess with you with glasses?"

"Master, it's time now, don't make trouble. There are really too many zombies here."

The Taoist of Glasses curled his lips and said, "I know where this thing came from. This thing is not strong, but it is because of its large number. It is not quite the same as a real zombie."

"According to my experience, in this kind of zombie formed in the Yin Earth, they absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the moon, and their power should be far greater than these miscellaneous fish."

"These fish are too numerous, which makes me too late to open the cauldron. If I give me time, I will ask the ancestor to take care of him and make sure he has one sword!"

Jiale rolled his eyes when he heard this, "Ah yes yes! What the master said is right."

"Hey! Don't believe it, kid. I'll show you my skills now!"

The Taoist who glasses is the most shameful person who treats himself perfunctorily, immediately throws out the gossip plate and fixes the blood corpses in front of him.

Then he stood there and started to do it with a shaking head.

"Master, give me strength!"

The Taoist of Glasses was only concerned about his actions, and did not notice that Jiale had pulled away his hatred. Several blood corpses rushed to kill him in an instant.

Seeing this, Jiale's face changed drastically.

"Master, be careful behind you!"

A cold light flashed, and the bloody corpses around the Taoist priest were cut in half.

Jiale and the two monks, one old and one young, were all shocked.

Even the Buddha's light on his body became dimmed a little.

The cold light flashed again, and a crisp sound of sword sounded. All the blood corpses at the scene fell to the ground, and no one could get up.

"Please give me the ancestor!"

The Taoist who glasses finally finished his work, his body suddenly swelled, his breath surged, and he was about to enter the late stage of the Tao.

The Taoist of Glasses waved the peach wood sword twice at will and said proudly: "Jiale, now see me with one sword and a child!"

"Huh? I haven't tried hard yet, why did they all fall down?"

After looking around, the Taoist of Glasses looked around, he was stunned on the spot.

"Oh, is this the power of the ancestor? Thank you for helping you!"

The Taoist of Glasses said that he had to bow his head and bow.

Jiale and the two monks all looked at him with the look of a fool.

At the same time, Cheng Fan removed the hidden magic trick and revealed it to the four of them.

Cheng Fan pointed to a sword, and the cold light lingered on his fingertips.

Needless to ask, this cold light is the flying sword that killed all the blood corpses just now.

Jiale and the two monks were both stunned.

“It’s so cool…”

Jiale looked at Cheng Fan with jealousy, and his heart was filled with yearning.

Cheng Fan smiled faintly, and used his magic power to hold the Taoist who was about to kneel down, and said with a smile: "Brother Taoist is joking, I can't afford such a great gift."

"Who are you?"

The Taoist of Glasses was stunned.

Cheng Fan said lightly: "Don't you want to thank the person who saved you? You don't have to give this great gift."

"Ah? You saved me!"

"That's right, Master, it was this elder brother who saved us. Before you could use your move, all the zombies were lying on the ground."

Jiale suddenly appeared and spoke on the side.

“…”

The Taoist of Glasses suddenly turned red and felt very embarrassed.

It turned out that the young Taoist priest in front of him saved him, and the ancestor had not yet shown his power!

The old monk took his apprentice forward, "Thank you for your help, otherwise we, the master and apprentice, would have to explain it here."

"Yes, yes! Big brother is so handsome!"

The little monk said excitedly, turned his head and asked the old monk, "Master, I want to learn this!"

The old monk twitched his lips and shook his head with a wry smile.

Cheng Fan nodded slightly and said, "I am here to investigate these blood corpses. I wonder why several of them came here late at night?"

Jiale was stunned when he heard this, "Blood corpses, aren't these zombies?"

Cheng Fan shook his head slightly, "This is a blood corpse made by evil cultivation. Although the methods are similar to those of zombies, there are still some differences. The difficulty of refining is much simpler."

"No wonder this is true. This blood corpse is indeed much weaker than a zombie. Brother Dao, are there many blood corpses like this?"

Cheng Fan nodded slowly and said, "At least a hundred heads!"
Chapter completed!