The walking corpses appeared in front of Yang Qingyuan.
Corpse puppets, a large number of corpse puppets, were actually hidden in An Mansion.
After a while, the courtyard and the surrounding areas were already filled with corpses.
Each corpse was stiff and screaming and roaring from time to time, a bit like an ancient version of Resident Evil.
Yang Qingyuan looked at more and more corpses slowly appearing in the courtyard, and his face turned pale with fright.
He couldn't help but murmur the mantras of Taizu of later generations.
"A thorough materialist is fearless!"
"thoroughly……"
But zombies are too inconsistent with materialism!
After combining the secret techniques of Maoshan and Xiangxi sects, the magical weaponry of the Western Regions has become far better than before in terms of visual impact. For people like Yang Qingyuan, who even looked at biochemical crises in his previous life, it was really terrifying.
The effect achieved at this time was far beyond An Shigeng's imagination.
Yang Qingyuan was immediately frightened. An Shigeng could see with the naked eye that Yang Qingyuan looked nervous, and there was even cold sweat on his forehead.
"Sir, this is An Shigeng's magical weaponry from the Western Regions! These corpse puppets are controlled by golden needles on the back of their heads. You only need to hit them hard on the head to kill them!"
Saying that, Ji Yaohua flew down and kicked a corpse puppet hard on the head.
The corpse puppet was knocked down by the powerful force, but it was not completely killed as Ji Yaohua said. Instead, it got up again in Ji Yaohua's unbelievable eyes.
It was not easy to show off his skills in front of Yang Qingyuan, but he didn't pretend to be successful.
The angry Ji Yaohua jumped back and avoided the corpse puppet's attack.
"Xiao Yaohua, do you remember that it was the Yellow Calendar a long time ago! These war puppets are no longer what they used to be! They have long since lost the golden needles on the back of their heads!"
An Shigeng's magical weaponry combined with the Maoshan traitor's corpse refining method, coupled with the mysterious witchcraft and poisonous techniques, now the corpse puppet has become controlled by poisonous insects.
With that said, An Shigeng shook the bell in his hand, and all the corpses in the courtyard and outside the courtyard desperately climbed to the roof.
There are four different styles of talismans affixed to the bell, but they look so ghostly that they don't look like an authentic Taoist sect.
"Sir! What should we do now!?"
Ji Yaohua looked at Yang Qingyuan, whose face was slightly pale. She was used to seeing Yang Qingyuan who usually had wisdom and strategizing, and felt that Mr. Yang today was inexplicably cute.
Yang Qingyuan also reacted from the initial panic, and the stainless steel sword in his hand turned into a white light.
Zhenwu Demon Sword Technique, this is a fragment that Yang Qingyuan found from Zhi Ge Pavilion in the Hanlin Academy. There are no sword moves left in it, only a few words are left. Yang Qingyuan can get a glimpse of the sword intention with his Taoist pupils.
It is rumored that it was created by a sword emperor named Xie a hundred years ago. It is said that this man's martial arts and swordsmanship are close to the realm of heaven and man. He is not inferior to Bodhidharma, the founder of Zen Buddhism, and is similar to the immortal Buddha.
When Yang Qingyuan obtained this sword technique, he thought that this should be the sword technique of the third young master of the Divine Sword Villa. He did not expect that in this world, the third young master turned out to be a figure from a hundred years ago.
Yang Qingyuan has magical Tao pupils, and it took him three years to develop a sword technique combined with Wudang's Zhenwu Xuan Gong.
When it comes to mystery, it is still above the Thirteen Swords of Qingfeng. If we can get a full picture, I am afraid it will point directly to the peerless martial arts above Dongxuan.
Originally, Yang Qingyuan's swordsmanship was agile and superb, but now it has changed beyond recognition, changing the charm of his previous swordsmanship.
As the sword was slashed out, the sword energy around Yang Qingyuan's body was so majestic and ancient that it seemed to be filled with heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, and the vast demonic energy was attached to the sword.
With one slash of the sword, all the corpses in the courtyard fell to the ground.
The South Dipper governs life, the North Dipper governs death.
Xuanwu is a northern god. It is said that he is the god of command and can penetrate the underworld. Although the sword energy of this move is not powerful, the sword intention in it is indeed the nemesis of monsters such as corpse puppets whose life and death are difficult to define.
It is also because of the true meaning that Xie Xiaofeng, a later master, was able to rely on it to break the life-and-death fate of the fifteenth sword and master the Zhenwu Demon-Slaying Sword Technique.
Yang Qingyuan couldn't help but secretly praise in his heart. It is indeed a residual move left by Sword Emperor Xie Xiaofeng, and it is so powerful after deduction. If Xie Xiaofeng were still alive in this world, he would probably be a strong contender for the second place in the world.
Looking at the entire ancient system, Xie Xiaofeng, who is a master of martial arts, should be the one who can compete with others.
The performer Yang Qingyuan was shocked by the power of the Zhenwu Fumo Sword Technique, let alone An Shigeng and others who witnessed it.
At the moment when the sword was fired just now, An Shigeng even felt that his life and death were out of his control.
After the sword strike, the corpse puppets in the courtyard seemed to have no wounds, but nearly a hundred corpse puppets had fallen to the ground and completely turned into corpses.
After Yang Qingyuan performed this move, his sword-holding hand was trembling slightly.
It's not that the real energy is consumed excessively, but that this sword puts too much burden on Yang Qingyuan's body. With his martial arts level, it is difficult for him to perform sword skills of this level. At this moment, it all depends on his innate body.
Plugins force the use of this sword.
But if this sword technique is used continuously, the innate body may not be able to withstand the attack of the sword.
It can be used up to three times. Yang Qingyuan felt some of his own situation and came to this conclusion. But looking at the corpses pouring in outside the hospital, let alone three swords, even ten swords may not be able to kill them all.
Similarly, An Shigeng also saw Yang Qingyuan's right hand holding the sword trembling slightly under the moonlight.
"This sword is indeed extremely powerful, but with Master Yang's cultivation, he can still perform several swords!" An Shigeng smiled proudly, "I won't accompany you any longer! Master Yang, just have fun here with Xiao Yaohua!"
After saying that, An Shigeng was about to leave. Before turning around, he still added, "Master Yang can also try to leave with Qinggong!"
It seemed like a kind reminder, but there was a weird smile on his face.
Yang Qingyuan certainly knew the meaning of An Shigeng's words. The reason why he and Ji Yaohua were attacked crazily by corpse puppets was probably because of the fragrance just now.
Once he and Ji Yaohua leave with Qinggong, these zombies will follow the smell all the way out of An Mansion. By then, there will be chaos in the capital, with countless casualties.
A gentleman can be deceived, and An Shigeng was sure that he would not lead the corpse puppet out of An's house.
Although these corpse puppets are not as powerful as the thirty-five in the dock, they are more numerous than cattle lice.
And Yang Qingyuan did have a psychological shadow after seeing these corpses and did not dare to go up and fight head-on.
What kind of zombie?! What the hell!? Yang Qingyuan really cannot accept this kind of thing that does not comply with the Basic Law.
"Sir! What should we do now?!" Ji Yaohua followed Yang Qingyuan and jumped to a high building, but she couldn't hold on for long, and soon the corpses would climb up.
Yang Qingyuan grimaced and spread his hands, indicating that he didn't know what to do?! Now he could only wait for reinforcements from Li Xunhuan, Di Zhiyuan and the others to arrive soon.
Ji Yaohua looked at the helpless Yang Qingyuan and couldn't help but laugh, "Aren't you a Taoist priest?! How come you can't even deal with a few corpse puppets!?"
"How am I a Taoist priest?!... Right!? I am a Taoist priest!!!" Yang Qingyuan was about to refute, but suddenly felt that Ji Yaohua's words made sense.
If it were just the magical weaponry of the Western Regions, Yang Qingyuan might not be able to defeat it, but if it was mixed with the evil corpse refining skills of Maoshan and Xiangxi, it would be different.
Although Wudang is from the Taoist martial arts lineage, Yang Qingyuan has a friend who is a junior Celestial Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion in Longhu Mountain.
