"Shi Mu Shangqing, I thanked my senior for saving my life on behalf of my junior brother Qianhe!" Taoist Si Mu looked at him, Taoist Qianhe regained his vitality, pinched the sword decision with his hand, raised it above his head and bowed slightly.

"I just hope he doesn't hate me in the future!" Yuan Qingwei stood up and looked at Dao Ren Si Mu and said, "In order to save your junior brother, I used fierce medicine to stimulate his body to produce blood, which has damaged his innate vitality. Even if I buried the medicine in his body to make up for it later, it would be a drop in the bucket. After he recovered, he would definitely be weak and sick, and his cultivation level would be seven or eight!"

"It's good to survive!" Si Mu sighed, then suddenly remembered the reason for his coming this time, and asked: "By the way, did you see zombies here when you came here?"

"Are you talking about the things in this coffin?" Yuan Qingwei pointed to the golden coffin behind Si Mu, and Si Mu nodded.

"I don't know, I'm already like this when I came. If I hadn't seen your junior brother and had a tone, I'd already tracked the zombie!" Yuan Qingwei finished speaking and said, "Since your junior brother is a transporter, do you know where this zombie comes from?"

"Oh no!" Before Si Mu could speak, the monk next to him had already shouted oh no, and then quickly ran towards the direction he came.

Seeing this, Si Mu immediately reacted. After briefly explaining to Yuan Qingwei, he immediately chased after him.

It turned out that this silver-armored corpse was a prince who guarded the border in the dynasty and was one of the few royal relatives in the court who held real power. This time he died unexpectedly and the corpse was transformed, so he was not able to be cremated on the spot. He asked Taoist Qianhe to take the coffin into the capital and requested the emperor to decide.

But I didn't expect such a thing to happen in the middle. One of the people who accompanied me was the legitimate son of the prince. This time I went to Beijing to be awarded the title. According to the habit of zombies being resurrected, they usually take their relatives' blood first. The zombie was probably going to chase their legitimate son.

And the prince was staying at the residence of Si Mu and Monk.

Looking at the two leaving, Yuan Qingwei made a gesture to welcome a breeze and followed closely behind with Taoist Qianhe.

"A evil beast, don't stop!" Yuan Qingwei, who was carrying a man, was always one step slower. When he arrived, the struggle between the two sides had already begun for a while.

At this time, two young men and women were protecting a child, while Si Mu and the monk were fighting against a zombie.

The zombie wore a top and a flower feather, a court suit, embroidered with five-clawed dragon patterns, and a string of court beads hanging on her chest. She looked quite rich, but the rich corpse energy on her body made the jewelry look glorious and dim, as if it was in a cemetery for hundreds of years.

On Si Mu's side, the half-red and half-black magic sword in his hand had broken, one sleeve disappeared, and the exposed arms were covered with scratches. The monk standing beside him clasped his hands together, and the Buddha's light surged behind his head, and sandalwood overflowed. A layer of gold and copper appeared on the exposed skin, just like the lacquer gold arhat in a temple.

"The Great Powerful Heavenly Dragon, Prajna Paramita!" The monk let out a low voice, and every word was spitting out, with a shock like the sound of the Buddhist sing of the Buddhist sing. A towering aura as thick as Mount Sumeru spread out, making the silver-armored corpse in front of him a little afraid. He poked out his sharp claws and grabbed the monk's neck.

He punched it, facing the sharp claws that the zombie poked out, and the two collided and made a sound of metal and iron colliding.

"The Buddhist method of incense and golden body reorganization?" Yuan Qingwei looked at the monk for a moment and was stunned. He really didn't realize that the thin old monk in front of him was actually a guy who specialized in incense and golden body reorganization. However, he also realized that the old monk seemed to have some problems in his body, or that his inheritance was not complete. Even if he could barely cast a golden body, he would definitely not be the match for this silver-armored corpse.

Just as Yuan Qingwei was about to come forward to help, Si Mu suddenly pinched his hands and recited the mantra: "The sky is clear and the earth is peaceful... Today, the unfilial disciple Si Mu, ask the ancestor to surrender to the gods and kill demons!"

Si Mu's actions not only made Yuan Qingwei stop his desire to take action, but also attracted the attention of the Silver Armored Corpse. He vaguely realized that Si Mu's actions were very dangerous to him, and rushed towards Si Mu and tried to stop the other party from asking for the ancestor.

The old monk took a step forward, put his hands together again, and rays of Buddha's light burst out all over his body. An indescribable force surged out from his body, colliding with the silver armored corpse, and a sound like a yellow Lv bell, a clumsy and majestic voice came out.

Blood was overflowing from the corner of the old monk's mouth, and he took several steps in a row. The color of gold and copper on his body disappeared, but he also successfully suffered a blow from the silver armored corpse. With the help of the old monk, Si Mu successfully invited the ancestor. A divine light fell, and Si Mu's breath changed suddenly.

He reached out his hand and outlined a series of seal scripts in the air, forming a series of talisman ropes that emitted a slight glory, and entangled the silver armored corpse without any explanation.

The silver-armored corpse struggled wildly, and the bones in the body emitted a wave of fierce sounds during the vibration and friction. Countless corpse gas condensed above his head, rolling into the sky like wolf smoke. The air continued to twist and fluctuate, and it was actually breaking through with the pressure of the surrounding talisman ropes.

"Si Mu" snorted coldly, and then outlined the runes in the air. Threads of lightning floated between the seal scripts. As "Si Mu" waved his sleeves, thunders fell out of thin air and hit the silver-armored corpse.

"It's useless! This silver-armored corpse appears in the world with thunder. The general thunder method is useless to him at all." Yuan Qingwei spoke at the right time. He had already seen that the ancestor invited by Si Mu was not a true senior monk, but a god formed by the thoughts left by a monk under the gathering of incense and vows.

This god can be regarded as Si Mu's ancestor, but he is not his true ancestor. This situation will happen. The deity has definitely fallen, otherwise the Shangqing lineage will not be able to make the gods form.

"Si Mu" turned his head and looked at Yuan Qingwei without explanation. A red glow appeared in his palm. Then the three fires of light bells flew out, covering the head of the silver-armored corpse. The three-color flames burned, and the phantom of the divine bird appeared, covering the Nine Sky Golden Ribbon hidden in it.

"Si Mu" vaguely noticed that the Three Fire Lightning Bell contained something that restrained him, and couldn't help but take two steps back, and the silver-armored corpse that fell into the Three Fire Lightning Bell was even more uncomfortable.

The body-protecting corpse energy gradually disappeared under the burning of flames, and the silver armor made of dragon energy was suppressed by the Jiuxiao Golden Ribbon.

The most troublesome thing about the silver armored corpse is the dragon energy on his body, a representative product of almost humanitarian order, which naturally restrains all magical powers, and even the punishment of heavenly punishment can weaken one or two.

But in fact, the dragon energy also contains a certain principle of divine power in a sense, and is naturally restrained by the Jiuxiao Golden Scarf. In this situation of mutual restraint, it is naturally winning by quantity. Compared with the Jiuxiao Golden Scarf backed by Yuan Qingwei, it is just a silver armored corpse of the prince of the last dynasty. How can it be compared?
Chapter completed!