I tried my best to suppress Mr. Ren.

The Taoist practice, which belongs to the yin aura, is extremely fast, but it seems to be a drop in the bucket, far less than the power of the welfare given by the system mother in the old theater that day, and it is too thrilling.

Body strengthening to 200% is more like a joke.

After I was removed from the ghost, I disappeared immediately, and my original strength could only barely compete with Old Master Ren. If I hadn't formed a good hand seal on him earlier, I could have cleaned up and found a grave to play a trick to cut off my life.

Too difficult...

Now I am no different from sitting on a trampoline. I go up and down, like a car with shock absorption capacity equal to not being able to run forward on a highway full of speed bumps. It is no longer a simple numbness in my butt.

It seemed like it was bumping and splitting its butt into eight and a half.

Old Master Ren seemed to be an engine with infinite power, and his speed was getting faster and faster. He seemed to never give up until he beat me to heaven.

"Hallelujah!"

I had no choice but to find that I didn't have many ways to deal with zombies. After thinking about it, I could only give up throwing into the arms of the ancestor of the Three Pure Land, and turned to the power of the Holy Light, trying to make the Holy Light evolve into a zombie.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After all, the corpse monsters in the east are not afraid of Western monks, so Mr. Ren is even more powerful than before, and his strength is so strong that I can stay in the air for one second.

etc……

Why is he getting on the head? Wouldn't he be able to escape from under my butt?

Could it be...

Did Mr. Ren fall in love with me too?!

Oh my god! I'm dying!

The zombies want to have sex with me!

I was so eager to cry that I didn't dare to act rashly.

Just at this moment, Uncle Ying found the magic weapon and came out of the house.

And the weird background music comes with high and righteousness!

"Clang...clang...clang...clang..."

I listened carefully and thought about it. Why did it sound so much like a wedding marche?! I really got married to the corpse demon?!

Is this a horror movie good?

Isn't it a romance drama? Is there any?

Uncle Ying was ready to fight, holding a seven-foot-long brass-colored sword!

That's right! One foot is equal to thirty-three centimeters. He was holding a big sword more than two meters long in his hand, and he couldn't lift it with one hand, and he was holding it with both hands!

The wedding march is still playing.

Uncle Ying not only held a big sword, but also changed into a new Taoist robe, and a big and small wine gourd hung around his waist.

"Waterfa!?"

I watched Uncle Ying struggle to hold the big sword and walk towards me. When the two were less than one meter away, Uncle Ying raised the big sword weighing at least 60 kilograms with his life and slashed at me and the corpse demon with one sword.

If this sword hits me, it will definitely kill me!

Don't run away now! When will you wait?

Taking advantage of the moment when the sword was not falling, I turned over and fell to the ground, and the crazy wheel that looked like a tire, went three meters away in the blink of an eye.

"Cold clang..."

The great sword accurately slashed on Mr. Ren's raised head.

Old Master Ren's head was smashed into the ground, and after the big sword hit Old Master Ren, he trembled twice, and he actually fell into the spotlight and was useless!

That's right, it's just a break!

However, except for his head being smashed into the ground, Old Master Ren was intact.

When did Uncle Ying become so funny?

Isn't this a plot of your junior brother, the Simu Taoist?!

Uncle Ying threw away the hilt of the sword, pouted and stared at him like an old naughty boy who was unwilling to give in and was playing tricks, and turned around and ran into the house for the second time.

The wine gourd around the waist kept shaking.

I knelt on one knee with cold sweat, staring at the silent and embarrassing scene, and seeing Old Master Ren successfully get up with a carp.

Obviously, I was killed by the plot again.

I forced myself to calm down and wiped my cold sweat. When I looked at Old Master Ren, I couldn't help but say, "Brother! There are all misunderstandings here! It's that boy who cuts you with a sword! It's true that it has nothing to do with me! Go and bite him! Why are you chasing me for a jb?"

Old Master Ren doesn't remember being chopped by a sword just now, but I only remember that I pressed him with my butt and slapped him with a woman's image at the beginning.

So I stepped on my legs and wanted to catch me like I saw the enemy who killed my father, and gave me a heart-wrenching pain with a fang.

"Help! The zombies are killing people!"

I was sobbing and shouting, going up to the house and unloading the tiles, running quickly.

There is no way. From this industry, I have developed the speed of being able to compete with the aunt for bus seats and the endurance of playing chess with the uncle in the park.

For a moment, Old Master Ren didn't catch up with me!

When I was about to jump from the left wall to the right wall, Uncle Ying came out of the house. This time it was even more exaggerated. He held a Guan Gong knife more than two meters long, and the blade fell to the ground, and the ground produced dazzling sparks.

Uncle Ying held the Guan Gong knife in his hand, and first stole it with a monkey... No, right... first bent the tough mahogany with the knife hilt to an incredible angle. Then he held the knife hilt tightly with both hands, stepped down the horse and stomped his legs and jumped up, and the blade slashed at Old Master Ren's head.

"Bang!"

The reflection of the moonlight caused the radiant blade, which cuts to the truth.

I clearly saw that when Old Master Ren closed his eyes, it hurt so much that he twitched. He stopped chasing me. He stood there as if he was chewing slowly, savoring the feeling for a moment.

This time Guan Gong's knife did not break.

Uncle Ying took advantage of the victory and chased Old Master Ren's ribs horizontally. The already heavy blade and power slapped Old Master Ren away on the spot.

"Well……"

Old Master Ren hit a wall and buried him with bricks and loess.

"Monster! Death!"

Uncle Ying could not give Old Master Ren a chance. He lifted his knife and chopped up the pile of bricks. Countless bricks were broken. Old Master Ren didn't even have the chance to get up, which was even more pitiful and hateful.

but……

I looked at Uncle Ying's Guan Gong's knife and my eyes were lit up.

Guan Gong's sword was definitely consecrated by Uncle Ying himself, which made Old Master Ren chopped so miserably, and he was almost crushed to pieces.

If I could take Guan Gongdao into my pocket, I would never worry about having no magic weapon when I went out to do business. I would lit up Guan Gongdao when I touched the dirty thing. I saw that little kid who was tired of living, dare to show off with me?!

I jumped off the wall, walked to Uncle Ying and said, "Uncle Jiu... Please take a rest and let me chop him for a while! It's enough!"

"You wait!"

Uncle Ying obviously did not vent his anger in his heart. He was more ruthless than the other, and more forcefully: "I want to tear him into pieces and avenge my miserable disciple! Avenge the dead people in Renjia Town!"

"Slow down... don't shudder!"

Seeing that Uncle Ying had no intention of stopping, I had to persuade him to pay attention to the amplitude of his movements.

"snort!"

Uncle Ying cut thirty-six times in a row, but he stopped just after he really had no strength.

The bricks were left with powder, and Old Master Ren's head was completely opened. The red, yellow and white liquid flowed all over the ground. The faint smell of fishy smell and the smell of corpse were mixed together, and the air was sucked into our belly.

This time, I should have died, so I can't die anymore.

Uncle Ying took a breath, held a knife in his right hand, removed the wine gourd hanging around his waist with his left hand, unscrewed the lid with his teeth, and drank a large mouthful of high-alcohol liquor that he had dried at home, and said, "This Guan Gong knife is a magic weapon passed down by my ancestor. It needs to be used with this Zuixian wine, otherwise it will not have any effect."

It’s not that I am greedy, after all, it’s in the script now, and everything is created by the system’s mother, so I won’t feel guilty if I take away two magic weapons.

So he took the initiative to ask for the Drunken Fairy Wine and Guan Gongdao: "That's it! Uncle Jiu, how about you try the wine? I'm working below, but I haven't drunk for a long time! I really want the taste of wine. Anyway, this monster is dead, so it's okay to drink some."

"Okay, then I'll give it to you."

Uncle Ying generously handed me the wine gourd.

I took the wine gourd and put it next to my nose and sniffed it twice. A strong smell of wine instantly came over my head, as if I could get drunk and dream of death after a taste.

It is much greater than the water level of life.

"bite!"

The system prompts the sound.

The system mother told a narration appropriately: "Actually, she was just a joke she played with me. The more you want to know if you have forgotten, the more you remember it clearly. Someone once told me that when you can't have it, the only thing you can do is to make yourself not forget!"

Why did you suddenly become philosophical?

I didn't know much about the system mother's meaning when I held the wine gourd.

I know that this line is from "East Evil and West Poison" directed by Wang Da.

"bite!"

The system prompt sounded again.

The system mother no longer thought about the narration she didn't want to do: "Congratulations to the host for obtaining props and equipment: Drunken Life and Death Wine (this wine gourd can be consumed unlimitedly, but the degree is extremely high. If you don't drink it well, you can get drunk for hundreds of days."

"Drunk and Death Wine Attribute: Take a sip and you can feel the Great Way of Heaven and Earth!"

Just my dying alcohol tolerance, I can find four black brothers to carry the coffin for me after taking a sip. I can’t drink it!

Another a bit of useless equipment.
Chapter completed!