Chapter 453: Uncle Jiu: Please, Sanqing and Thunder Ancestor, Possess Me!

Cotton Mill.

Jiushu coughed up blood while drawing Talismans, ordering the surrounding commoners to scatter sticky rice, pour black dog blood, and hang onions and garlic.

He never expected that merely moving a grave would stir up such a massive incident; he had assumed that even if Ren Laotaiye mutated, he would at most be at the level of a White Zombie or Hairy Zombie.

Who could have imagined that this guy was cheating, leaping straight to become a Flying Zombie.

A Flying Zombie is not so easily formed; besides the right time and place, it must be nurtured for at least a thousand years, otherwise, it would never amount to anything.

Just like demons, which require a thousand years of cultivation to take human form.

This Ren Laotaiye was quite something, occupying a natural geomantic treasure land to nourish his body, and deep underground, there was a rare spiritual vein hidden, filled with abundant Heavenly Spirit Qi.

One must know that in this age of the end of the Dharma, Heavenly Spirit Qi is scarce and the environment is harsh.

For their Maoshan lineage, practicing Taoism is difficult, and it is hard to achieve anything significant.

If this spiritual vein were given to Jiushu, then Jiushu would at least have the level of a Little Celestial Master by now.

Jiushu's expression was grave; he could not deal with this Flying Zombie even if he had ten lives. Now, he could only hope for a Celestial Master-level figure from Longhu Mountain to intervene, but Renjiazhen had already become a city of corpses, and the roads out were cut off by zombies; news could not get out, so this time he could only leave it to fate.

"Taoist Priest Lin, how much longer do you think these Talismans can hold?"

A middle-aged man in a suit and tie walked over, looking completely out of place with the ragged style of the surrounding commoners.

This person was none other than Ye Wen's good friend, Zhou Qingquan, who had come to Renjiazhen to open a factory.

Jiushu looked up at Zhou Qingquan and sighed, shaking his head:

"This poor Taoist has never seen such a formidable Zombie in half a lifetime; this time, the outlook is grim.

The only ones who could deal with it are the Celestial Masters of Longhu Mountain, or my senior brother from Maoshan, Shi Jian."

Shi Jian is a genius of the Maoshan lineage, with talent surpassing his own, practicing the Lightning Running Thunder Fist, nicknamed the Thunder Dharma King, specializing in exterminating zombies, with boundless magic power.

"It's that serious? If I had known, I wouldn't have let A Ping go find A Wen," said Zhou Qingquan.

A few days ago, Jiushu had forcibly opened a path to send Zhou Ping out, with the goal of sending a message to Ye Wen.

In Zhou Qingquan's eyes, there was no existence that Ye Wen could not defeat.

But over these past few days, with the fall of the entire Renjiazhen and thousands of people being turned into corpses, Zhou Qingquan realized the severity of the situation.

Even if Ye Wen were powerful, he could not deal with so many zombies.

"Boss Zhou, I wonder who this A Wen you speak of is?" Jiushu asked curiously.

"A Wen is Ye Wen, the number one Wing Chun master in Foshan, and also my good friend," said Zhou Qingquan.

"So it is Ye Shifu, I have long admired your name."

Jiushu smiled; although he did not know Ye Wen, the social customs of China are such that even if you don't understand, you must pretend to.

One was the zombie circle, the other was the martial artist circle; the two had little connection.

Hehehe!

Suddenly, a strange laugh came from the roof of the Cotton Mill, and the roof shook, the steel-constructed surface instantly caving in.

The roof then fell apart, and a black shadow broke through and rushed in; seen from afar, it looked like a giant humanoid bat.

The black shadow hovered in mid-air, emitting faint black Qi; the person inside was pitch black, fangs fully exposed, eyes crimson-green, constantly releasing powerful pressure.

This person was none other than Ren Laotaiye, who had become a Flying Zombie!

"Lin Jiu, with your cultivation, you want to go against me? Hmph." Ren Laotaiye said gloomily.

Although this Ren Laotaiye had been dead for twenty years, because he had become a Flying Zombie and attained intelligence, he had regained consciousness and was no different from an ordinary person.

"Ren Laotaiye, Zombies are not tolerated by Heaven and Earth; you go against the heavens and harm innocent commoners, are you not afraid that the Heavenly Gods will take you?" Jiushu questioned.

At this moment, the remaining commoners and Zhou Qingquan all retreated to a corner in the back, their faces pale, trembling.

"What Heavenly Gods? In this world, where do such things still exist?"

"Heaven gave me this great fortune, possessing this Indestructible Vajra Body, I am a god.

I want to build a kingdom consisting entirely of zombies; I am the King of Zombies," Ren Laotaiye said loudly, appearing emotionally agitated.

"Hmph!"

"Wencai, Qiusheng, set up the formation!"

Hearing this, Jiushu stopped talking nonsense, holding a Peach Wood Sword in one hand and clutching a Talisman in the other; the Talisman instantly ignited, forming a large fireball that enveloped Ren Laotaiye.

Wencai and Qiusheng spread out a red magic net and threw it into mid-air.

"A mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating your capabilities."

"Magic, you are not the only ones who know it."

Ren Laotaiye gave a sinister laugh, and with a wave of his large hand, a violent wind rose; gray baleful energy filled the air, within which evil ghosts roared, chilling one to the bone.

Jiushu, Wencai, and Qiusheng were instantly struck as if by lightning, spitting out blood.

Jiushu was slightly better off, having deep cultivation. As for Wencai and Qiusheng, their eyes rolled back, and they collapsed to the ground, their survival unknown.

Seeing his disciples fall, Jiushu was anxious, but he was already unable to look after himself; the gap between the two sides was too great.

If one were to compare based on cultivation, Ren Laotaiye, having absorbed the spiritual vein, had at least a thousand years of cultivation, while he only had a few decades; they were simply incomparable.

And this Ren Laotaiye seemed to have learned some heterodox magic, making him even more formidable than an ordinary Flying Zombie.

Clearly, the incident of Ren Laotaiye's grave twenty years ago had been carefully planned, long prepared for this day of resurrection twenty years later.

"Above, I call upon the Sanqing; below, I respond to the heart and spirit. Heaven is clear, Earth is spiritual, I invite the Heavenly Gods to move, and mobilize the Heavenly Soldiers."

"Please, Thunder Ancestor, help me!"

Jiushu was helpless and could only forcibly use forbidden Taoist arts, inviting an Immortal to possess his body to briefly possess power beyond his own, but this type of magic caused great damage to his own body and easily led to a shortened lifespan.

"Please, Thunder Ancestor, help me!"

"Thunder Ancestor, help me; Sanqing, help me, slay the monster!"

Jiushu used his hands to form seals and stomped his feet hard, his gaze filled with anxiety; this technique of inviting an Immortal was not so easily successful.

Ren Laotaiye watched playfully, wanting to see what tricks Lin Jiu had.

Jiushu was sweating profusely from anxiety; he must not fail at this moment, or he would die with his eyes wide open.

Before long, a thunderclap rang out in the clear sky, and a grand phantom appeared behind Jiushu.

"Wah-ya-ya!"

This phantom looked just like a mighty and extraordinary Lei Gong from a grand opera, with eyes wide in anger, surrounded by lightning, and exuding an aura of righteousness.

"Lei Gong, assist me in destroying this monster!"

Jiushu formed a hand seal, and the Lei Gong phantom behind him clapped its hands to beat a drum, sending bolts of lightning surging forth.

Seeing this, Ren Laotaiye immediately transformed into black mist and fled, for he sensed a trace of threat from Lei Gong.

His Flying Zombie body was already as indestructible as Jingang and did not fear natural lightning, but this celestial lightning possessed a special, immense power that he could not resist and would be injured by.

Even though Ren Laotaiye was very fast, he was still struck once, right in the chest.

In an instant, the Flesh and Skin on Ren Laotaiye's chest were torn apart and mangled, leaving a bloody, pulpy mess.

Hiss!

Ren Laotaiye let out a miserable shriek and collapsed onto the ground.

Seeing this scene, the commoners behind cheered, celebrating their survival after the disaster.

Jiushu, however, plopped down onto the ground, his face pale, gasping for air in exhaustion.

With his magic power, he could only sustain the Thunder Ancestor's possession for three breaths at most; this was a deity, and for a mortal like him to be able to summon one was already quite impressive.

But after the Thunder Ancestor vanished, the fallen Ren Laotaiye slowly stood back up.

The Flesh on his chest writhed and healed rapidly, returning to its original state in the blink of an eye.

"Heh-heh!"

"Lin Jiu, this old master admits you truly have some skill, but not much!"

"You shouldn't be able to use that move again, right!"

"Now, obediently accept your death!"

Having said that, Ren Laotaiye transformed into black mist, baring fangs and brandishing claws, and whistled toward him.

He opened his mouth wide, revealing his fangs, and bit toward Jiushu's neck.

"Move, quickly..." Jiushu was anxious in his heart, but he was powerless, his limbs numb.

At the critical moment, two holes were torn through the steel plate of the Cotton Mill's gate, and a crimson Laser pierced through the Void and shot over.