"A scoundrel like Wu Zhi actually became the hero of the world in your eyes?"
"That's ridiculous!"
Wu Zhi scratched his head from behind: "I'm not that bad, am I?"
"Although this Wu Zhi has powerful power, he clearly can become the emperor and unify the world."
"But he spends more time with women. It's normal for men to be lustful, but if you look at him again, what has he done?"
"He actually supported a little emperor with evil intentions and a narrow mind. Moreover, this little emperor was not a puppet. Wu Zhi actually allowed him to do whatever he wanted. Now even Wu Zhi himself has to be restrained by the little emperor!"
"As the saying goes, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. Which of the emperors in the Song Dynasty was normal!?"
"If you want to unify the world, you must be like me, decisive and decisive, and do whatever it takes to achieve your goals!"
While talking, Qiao Daoqing suddenly grabbed a golden bell from his sleeve.
I saw him gently shaking the bell, and a "ding-dong-dang-dang" sound came out in the air.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Zhi, who was hiding behind, was surprised to find out.
The man who was lying upright in the coffin suddenly sat up.
Fortunately, they didn't really jump around with their legs together, hands raised, as shown in the TV series.
They climbed out of the coffin just like ordinary people.
The only difference is that the movements appear stiffer, a bit like a robot.
When Gongsun Sheng saw this, he couldn't help but frown.
"Puppetry?"
"Hahahaha! Puppetry?"
"Do you think that I have spent more than ten years just practicing low-level magic that a three-year-old can learn?"
"I tell you, I can bring these dead people back to life!"
"Look at them, they have been dead for more than half a year, but their skin still has no insects or ulcers. And they are no longer human beings, but weapons!"
After the words fell, Qiao Daoqing shook the bell in his hand again.
And he muttered some words.
It sounded like he was reciting a mantra, mumbling in a spirited way.
Wu Zhi discovered that Qiao Daoqing was reciting a spell and shaking the bell in his hand.
Gradually, a very strange melody was produced. This was not a spell manipulating the dead people soaked in potion.
Instead, the strange melody produced by the incantation and the bells caused these brain-dead corpses to produce a conditioned reflex.
Under the control of this melody, they pounced on Gongsun Sheng with all their teeth and claws.
Gongsun Sheng quickly took out the sword in his hand and saw the sword illuminated by the candlelight in the cave.
A flash of sharp light flashed, and he quickly cut off the hand of one of the people who was rushing towards the corpse.
"when!"
A sound similar to the collision of metal spread.
What horrified both Wu Zhi and Gongsun Sheng was that not only did the sharp sword not cut off the corpse's hand, but after the collision, it only left a small white mark on the surface of the opponent's skin.
It can’t even break through the surface layer of skin!
Qiao Daoqing was obviously very satisfied with his masterpiece, and he laughed wildly.
"Hahahaha! Did you see it? This is the result of my hard work for more than ten years!"
"Gongsun Sheng, suffer death!"
The bell in Qiao Daoqing's hand shook more and more violently.
There was a clanking sound throughout the space.
As his mouth with a small goatee was turning a compass, he sputtered out various obscure spells.
These dozen invulnerable corpses immediately pounced on Gongsun Sheng with their claws and teeth bared.
Although Gongsun Sheng had superb swordsmanship, facing such a terrifying thing for the first time made him feel a little overwhelmed.
No matter how sharp the sword in his hand is, it cannot penetrate the skin of these monsters.
In desperation, Gongsun Sheng could only keep retreating.