"He is Junior Brother's disciple!" Daozhen replied.
Daoyu smiled maliciously and said:
"This is quite interesting to you. I rushed to ask my senior sister to punish you. In this case, my senior sister will satisfy you. You are not a good disciple and have caused the disciples to bully mortals. I will punish you with twenty whippings. You will be executed immediately!"
Hearing this, Daozhen's expression changed. He originally wanted his senior sister to vent his anger on his behalf, but unexpectedly, she took advantage of the situation and got him involved. The frustration in his heart is indescribable.
Immediately, he took out the whip used to teach his disciples, controlled it from a distance, and slapped him on the back again and again.
"Are you convinced?" Dao Yu asked with a smile.
"Junior brother don't dare!" Daozhen replied while slapping himself.
Daoyu nodded with satisfaction and said:
"It's okay if you don't thank them for helping you clean up your family, but you actually want to use me as a swordsman and want me to vent your anger on your behalf? It must be because that person has the cultivation level of the late Golden Core, so you don't dare to do it. Right?"
Daozhen, who was in the early stage of Jindan, blushed and became speechless.
Dao Yu rolled his eyes at the former again, thought about it for a moment, and gradually began to think about it:
"Punish the evil and promote the good, and clean up the door for my Tianji Valley. This is my true love. However, one code is the same, and provoking my Tianji Valley will not end well.
Right now, there are so many corpses, the people are in dire straits, and there are countless monks killed and injured. I still need to sit in the Golden Gang Formation of the Heavenly King and have no time to go out to look for him. Fortunately, there is bait here, so I will just wait and see. "
…
Chen Jing was riding an empty boat, speeding at low altitude.
There was no figure of Jiang Yitian in the boat. At this moment, he was driving a majestic flying machine beast, not far behind Chen Jing.
The machine beast that Jiang Yitian was riding was called the Mysterious Bird. It was a medium-sized flying puppet specially made by Changsheng Valley. It was dark in color and had the shape of a bird or animal. Its four broad wings extended to both sides and were several hundred feet long.
The back of Xuanjique is a deck with pavilions and pavilions, currently occupied by hundreds of mortals.
Chen Jing and the two had been traveling northeast for two or three hours since they left the Heavenly King Jin Gang Formation, but they were still not far away from the powerful zombie five hundred miles away.
With the speed of the two of them, they would have found the zombie long ago, but they were held back by the disaster on the road.
The earth was in ruins and corpses were everywhere. The life and death of mortals only lasted a moment. They could not turn a blind eye and could only save people while rushing on their way.
The hundreds of mortals carried on the Xuanji Bird are the lucky ones that the two brought back from the gate of hell.
After traveling nearly a hundred miles from the Heavenly King's Golden Gang Formation, the two planned to break through the clouds and get rid of the nearest powerful zombie as quickly as possible.
However, a disheveled woman with crazy laughter broke into their sight. It was this woman who caused the two of them to go high altitude without planning.
The woman has a beautiful face, but her expression is extremely distorted. She seems to be smiling, crying, happy, or sad, and she is talking nonsense:
"They're all dead!"
"Ha ha!"
"They're all dead, and I'm the only one who survived. Am I great? Hehehehe..."
"But what's the use of my survival?"
"Ah...wuwuwu..."
The woman burst into tears again.
After seeing this strange woman, it would be a lie to say that Chen Jing was not afraid. He originally had a strong curiosity about the opposite sex, but after this scene, he immediately felt a shadow.
Although Chen Jing felt sympathy, he did not dare to step forward.
Jiang Yitian was five or six years older than Chen Jing. He had been with a Taoist couple before, so he knew the tenderness and gentleness of women and would not be frightened by the abnormal scene in front of him.
He flew off the boat and cast a sleeping spell on the woman, causing her to fall asleep. Then he took out a piece of his own robe from his storage bag to block the woman's leaking spring light.
Looking at the woman's tattered clothes and hair like a chicken coop, Jiang Yitian couldn't bear it. After picking her up, he wanted to step into the empty boat again.
Chen Jing hurriedly said: "Take out your flying magic weapon. The space of my air boat is too small to carry so many people!"
Jiang Yitian glanced at Chen Jing in confusion. Although the space of Kong Xingzhou was not large, it was more than enough to accommodate three people.
After seeing Jiang Yitian's expression, Chen Jing quickly explained: "I don't like crowds! What? You don't even have a flying magic weapon, do you?"
Jiang Yitian felt relieved and sacrificed his Mysterious Bird. After placing the woman in the room on the deck, he drove the Mysterious Bird and continued to fly northeast after Chen Jing.
After this battle, the two chose to fly at low altitude to save more lives.
On the way, they met several groups of victims. These people looked numb, their eyes were dull, and there was no hope in their empty eyes.
Admittedly, they were tired. Running away day and night, and dying at any time and at any time, made them physically and mentally exhausted. They could no longer escape, and they could no longer escape.
Fortunately, they did not give up the struggle at the beginning, and finally persisted until the arrival of Chen Jing.
Of course no one wants to die if they have a chance to live. Seeing the hope rising in the eyes of these mortals, Chen Jing felt a little relieved in his heart, but more of it was compassion.
Because he knew that there were only a few mortals who could be rescued, and most of them became prey for zombies. Even if they escaped the fate of having no bones left, they could not escape the fate of becoming zombies.
It has to be said that those mortals, like the residents of Furong Town, who were sent into the Heavenly King's Golden Gang Formation were lucky. Even if they had to endure the inhuman bullying of evil cultivators, they were still lucky. At least, they could survive.
Chen Jing originally thought that he had a very bad estimate of the destructiveness of the corpse disaster, but he still underestimated it. Along the way, the seal of impermanence between his eyebrows never stopped operating.
He has witnessed too much life and death, too much pain and despair, so that if he goes into seclusion to refine the power of these emotions, he will immediately reach the perfection of the golden elixir stage.
Among the mortals rescued, the one who had the greatest reaction from the Impermanence Seal was a little girl with one leg.
When the two found the little girl, she was lying among the corpses, with her right leg being bitten by a zombie. Due to the long period of screaming, her throat had become silent.
Her mouth was wide open, and her frightened little face was covered with tears and snot. There were pieces of corpses scattered around her, and two heads of middle-aged men and women were rolling not far away.
Zombies and zombies crazily devoured the corpses of the little girl's parents, tearing off their limbs, biting their heads, and sucking their flesh. The blood dripped to the ground, and bright blood flowers bloomed.
Lying in the middle of this bloody purgatory, the little girl is like a white lotus in the sea of flowers on the other side, out of place, hopeless and helpless.
Soon after, Chen Jing exploded the head of the zombie biting the little girl's right leg with a single hand seal, but it was still a step too late. The little girl's right leg had been torn off and swallowed into the belly of the corpse.
After handing the little girl who fainted from pain to Jiang Yiyi, Chen Jing burned the corpses to ashes in a rage.
But the little girl lost her right leg forever, along with her parents who spent their last moments of life protecting her.
Chen Jing and Jiang Yitian were both silent. They had no choice. Even if they were mortals, they could not bring her back to life, or even regenerate the little girl's broken limbs.
There are elixirs for regenerating severed limbs, but they can't get them. The only ones they can get are the Medicine King Valley, but the price is not something ordinary monks can afford.
The two could only give the little girl Hua'er Dan to detoxify and Huayu Dan to treat bruises to detoxify and stop the bleeding and make the wound heal as quickly as possible.
Next is a middle-aged man.
When the man was met, he was being chased by zombies, and his wife and daughter were also running for their lives. When the man saw the zombies getting closer and closer, he felt cruel and ruthlessly abandoned his wife and daughter and ran away alone.
Chen Jing rescued the helpless mother and daughter from the zombie's fangs in time. After a moment's hesitation, she also rescued the selfish man.
This is not because Chen Jing agrees with Hanzi's approach, but because Chen Jing is a Taoist who is detached from the world of mortals, and secular moral principles cannot kidnap him.
Although selfishness is despised by the morality of the world, heaven does not prohibit men from escaping for their own lives in critical moments.
Chen Jing acts based on Tao, not morality.
Ever since, the three members of the family who had boarded the Xuanjique looked at each other in silence, wondering what they were thinking in their hearts.
Then there is the old man who lost his mind after being infected by the corpse energy and killed the whole family. Finally, with the help of Chen Jing, he came to his senses and had no face to live alone, so he chose to kill himself.
There was also the Zhengjiazhuang, which gathered all the young men and prepared to fight to the death, but in the end only four or five people survived.
…
The hundreds of people on Xuanjique each have their own stories and tragedies, and without exception, they all contributed extremely strong emotional power.
During the two or three hours that the two of them were galloping northeast, they saw stumps and broken arms all along the way, both human and animal.
The dried blood soaked into the soil, making the vegetation that was stained dark red by the corpse air even more bloody, covering the world.
The two of them were like scavengers at the end of the world, searching for the fluctuation of life amidst the devastation, and picking out some hope that was not completely despairing among the corpses.
But Chen Jing knew that what he saw was just the tip of the iceberg. On this plain of Lan Country, all these things were happening all the time.
The earth must be in a mess, and there must be no living beings left. The corpse air is everywhere, full of blood and panic.
Glancing at the monks on the ground who were fighting zombies, Chen Jing couldn't help but speed up.
Today's Lan Kingdom is not only a difficult place for mortals, but also for monks.
Every day there are people killed in war, every day there are people turned into zombies, and every day there are people who die heroically in defending the country and the people.
Perhaps they did so voluntarily, passionately and without hesitation; perhaps they were helpless and forced to join the war.
But whether willingly or not, they never backed down and rushed to the forefront, fighting to the death against zombies - to protect the country and the people, and to eliminate demons and defend the law!
Looking at the bloody heaven and earth, looking at the poor mortals and monks, Chen Jing couldn't help but sigh in his heart:
This is just the prelude to the catastrophe, and it is already so tragic. I really can’t imagine what it will be like after the zombie has successfully evolved. I’m afraid, that is the real mountain of corpses and sea of blood...
By then, these low-level disciples will not even be qualified to play. To put it bluntly, they are not even qualified to be cannon fodder...
(End of chapter)
