Fang Zhengqing was very fast, and soon he came to a tree not far from Taoist Qianhe, and also saw the busy group of people in the Qing court.

The sarcastic manager in the camp was in a sarcastic commander: "Hurry up, what are you doing? I haven't eaten, so be quick. You guys quickly set up the tent. If the little prince catches a cold, I'll ask you."

The golden coffin was guarding the southeast, northwest and northwest. Fang Zhengqing was very fast. Soon he came to a tree not far from Taoist Priest Qianhe and saw the busy group of people in the Qing court.

The sarcastic manager in the camp was in a sarcastic commander: "Hurry up, what are you doing? I haven't eaten, so be quick. You guys quickly set up the tent. If the little prince catches a cold, I'll ask you."

The golden coffin was guarding the southeast, southwest and northwest. The Babur was placed on the ground casually. They found that the rain wet the ink on the thick net, and quickly reported to Taoist Master Qianhe: "Master, it's not good, the ink line has begun to melt!"

"What?!" Master Qianhe hurriedly came to the golden coffin and touched the ink line wrapped around the golden coffin with his hand. He found that the ink had been diluted and his face changed. However, looking at the tent that had been set up, his face became a little better.

Fang Zhengqing, who originally wanted to walk out directly, stopped looking at Taoist Qianhe's movements. He had already guessed Taoist Qianhe's plan.

Sure enough, Taoist Master Qianhe quickly walked to Wuguanshi: "Wuguanshi, the Mo Dou line has begun to melt, let Shoucai go in first."

"Oh...No." Manager Wu refused without thinking. No matter how noble the prince's identity is, he is just a dead person, but the little prince is different. He is a living person, and he will still be his backer in the Forbidden City in the future. It is natural to distinguish which one is more important.

"I'm afraid..."

"It's OK afterwards, but not now!" The Minister of the Wushi interrupted Taoist Qianhe's speech without waiting for Taoist Qianhe to finish his speech.

Although Master Qianhe was angry, he had no choice. His disciples looked at the minister Wu and thought to himself, why didn’t Fang Zhengqing kill him during the day? He was so angry!

Finally, when the Seventy-first prince entered the tent, the officers and soldiers carrying the sedan chairs freed up. Taoist Qianhe hurriedly directed: "Hurry up, push the tent! Two more people!"

His four apprentices pulled in front of him, and four officers and soldiers struggled to push the coffin, and the coffin moved slowly.

The golden coffin was originally heavy, and it was difficult to push on the usual land. What's more, it was raining now, and the wheels were deeply trapped in the mud and water, making it even more difficult for them to push.

Master Qianhe was anxious, but there was no good idea. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the felt on the coffin was blown away. Fortunately, the rain stopped at this time.

"Well, the rain has stopped?" Master Qianhe was also stunned. He just wanted to pick up the felt and cover it again. Although the felt is not very effective in blocking rain, it is better to talk.

But no one expected that the rain would fall as soon as it was said, and I couldn't help but sigh that the weather in the mountains and forests was really weird and changeable.

Seeing that the Modou Net had not completely melted, Master Qianhe was also glad that his feet soaked in the ink thread were originally soaked, otherwise it would be troublesome if they were all melted.

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But at this moment, a thunder thunder struck the golden coffin from the sky.

There was a flash of crackling, and the four officers and soldiers who were pushing the coffin turned into coke and died on the spot. The four apprentices of Taoist Qianhe did not directly contact the golden coffin because they were pulling the rope. They were also quick and dodging in time, so they saved their lives.

"What's the matter, what's the matter?"

The waitress in the tent was also startled by the thunder sound. He showed a head and looked up and saw the golden coffin making a "creaking" sound. It seemed that something was rubbing inside the coffin. Then the lid of the coffin was slowly pushed up, igniting the ink line on the coffin and emitting a blood-red golden light.

"Ah... I'm scared to death." The black servant screamed strangely, then shrank his head in.

As the zombies in the coffin exerted force, the mo Dou line was actually torn apart, and the gap in the coffin lid became larger and larger. As the zombies inside were about to run out.

"Get out the rope."

Taoist Master Qianhe, who was beside him, quickly ordered, then jumped onto the coffin and pressed the cover heavily again.

At this time, Taoist Master Qianhe's disciple brought a thick rope over, and the master and disciple worked together to tie the coffin heavily.

However, not long after it was tied up, a huge force came from the coffin. The rope was pulled off and the coffin lid was lifted away. Even Taoist Master Qianhe who was standing on the coffin lid was lifted down. The golden coffin lid from the sky was pressed to his legs, and he couldn't help but scream.

"ah……"

The disciples next to him rushed over to rescue Taoist Qianhe.

"roar……"

At this time, a low and hoarse roar came from the golden coffin. As soon as he was touched by his feet, the royal zombies wearing python robe and official uniforms stood up straight from the golden coffin.

Fang Zhengqing was stunned when the thunder struck the coffin. Now he heard the roar of the zombies and returned to his senses.

Fang Zhengqing was stunned not because of lightning, but because of lightning, the zombies inside evolved.

Just now, the system's voice came to his mind: "The system detects a new corpse poison. This corpse poison is a zombie with the body of the country's fortune. It was born after thunder stimulation and transformation. Its quality is the best. After the host is infected, the eyes can see objects, which reduces the damage of thunder to itself to a certain extent, and greatly increases its resistance to some Taoist techniques."

Thinking of the systematic introduction, Fang Zhengqing looked at the royal zombie and found that he was even more tempting than Jingjing. He was really the best in the world...the best!

Fang Zhengqing has made up his mind to get some nails or teeth from this zombie, so that he can become zombie after being infected with corpse poison in the future.

But he didn't go out. He wanted Taoist Master Qianhe to try out the skills of the zombie first.

On the other hand, the mutated royal zombies are far more powerful than ordinary zombies. The bloodthirsty desire makes it launch an attack directly.

The closest disciple of Taoist Qianhe, Bei, was unprepared and was stabbed to death by the royal zombies with both hands, and then pulled into the golden coffin to suck blood.

"Xiaobei!"

Seeing this, Master Qianhe shouted, and then took three disciples to rescue him, but as soon as he approached, the golden coffin trembled and overwhelmed the cart, then rolled and pressed it on the ground.

When the master and apprentice worked together to move the golden coffin, the royal zombies had already sucked Xiaobei's blood and knocked the golden coffin away.

"Corpses!"

Seeing this, Master Qianhe held back his sadness and shouted loudly. The three disciples had been cooperating for many years. They immediately took off the rope wrapped around their bodies, shook the bell at one end, and threw the rope towards the zombie. Then the three of them held the rope and tightly wrapped the zombie!

Taoist Master Qianhe took the opportunity to pull out the peach wood sword, bit his fingertips, and wiped the blood on the peach wood sword. The peach wood sword suddenly became a brilliant light. He stepped forward quickly, and Taoist Master Qianhe stabbed the abdomen of the royal zombies with a sword.

The royal zombies howled and grabbed Taoist Qianhe's hands. The royal zombies bit the neck of Taoist Qianhe.

Fortunately, Taoist Master Qianhe did not react slowly and had experience in dealing with zombies. He pressed the chin of the royal zombies with his feet, but his strength was far less than that of the royal zombies and he was knocked to the ground.

Taoist Qianhe was scratched by the royal zombies, and blood was leaking from both arms. In order to prevent the poison from entering the body, Taoist Qianhe quickly applied glutinous rice to the wound to temporarily suppress the poison of the corpse.

When Taoist Qianhe pulled out the poison, Taoist Qianhe's three disciples were naturally no match. Although the two Mongolians also helped, the royal zombies in the end were the winners.

Several people were thrown to death by the royal zombies, and those who were fucked to death, those who were fucked to death, and those who were bitten to death.

Under the tree, Fang Zhengqing watched the royal zombies kill all sides, knowing that he is not afraid of the royal zombies in terms of strength and skills, but he is not good at defense. After all, the zombie's body is almost not bad.

Looking at the vixen in the bamboo cage who was frightened by the zombies' ferociousness, Fang Zhengqing had the intention to retreat first.

However, the development of the next thing made Fang Zhengqing very happy.

The royal zombies wanted to hurt the eleventh prince, but were injured by Taoist Qianhe from behind with glutinous rice.

The minister of the black servant was holding the Eleventh Prince and ran towards Fang Zhengqing, shouting: "Help..."

Fang Zhengqing looked at the injured royal zombies fighting with Taoist Qianhe. Without hesitation, he felt that he could take action. After all, the royal zombies have become blind now and cannot be beaten, so they can still escape by holding their breath.

The minister Wu was holding the Eleventh Prince and Fang Zhengqing and crossing it. He didn't know what Fang Zhengqing was going to do, but he knew that he had to ask for help from Taoist Master Qianhe's senior brother. After all, Taoist Master Qianhe was not the prince's opponent, so his senior brother thought it would be OK.

Qianhe's right arm pressed against the zombie's neck tightly to prevent the other party from biting his neck, but the zombie was too powerful and he was about to lose control.

At this time, a peach wood sword was stuck in the zombie's mouth. It was just now possible that the peach wood sword could restrain the zombie to a certain extent.

Fang Zhengqing's peach wood sword was left by Feng Shui masters. It was made of a hundred-year-old thunder wood, and it was not comparable to Qianhe's one.

The peach wood sword was bitten by the zombies, and the zombies seemed to bite the charcoal, and a blue air came out of their mouths, and there was a stinking smell.

The zombie screamed and threw Taoist Master Qianhe away. Taoist Master Qianhe fell heavily to the ground and failed to get up. Fang Zhengqing knew at a glance that Qianhe's internal organs were displaced and could not move for a while.

However, Fang Zhengqing didn't expect Taoist Master Qianhe to help him. He glanced at the peach wood sword in his hand. The one bitten by the zombie just now had turned into a pitch-black color and lost the effect of warding off evil spirits.

The zombie's eyes were injured and he could not see Fang Zhengqing, but through his nose, he could feel Fang Zhengqing's position.

A jumped and rushed towards Fang Zhengqing. Fang Zhengqing kicked directly, and the zombie was kicked away again. However, Fang Zhengqing staggered when he landed on the ground. He didn't know if he didn't fight. The body of the zombie was too hard. Fang Zhengqing felt a soreness on his right foot, and he seemed to kick a piece of steel just now.

With ordinary attacks, the zombies felt no sense of anything. They stood up straight from the ground and jumped towards Fang Zhengqing again.

The zombie penetrated Fang Zhengqing with both hands. Looking at the zombie's black nails, Fang Zhengqing dared not underestimate it. He had seen its power just now, and he could definitely leave ten blood holes on himself.

Fang Zhengqing lowered his waist, avoided the zombie's attack, then swept the hall and kicked the zombie, and then inserted the peach wood sword into the zombie's throat.

The peach wood sword was inserted into the zombie's throat, and a burst of blue smoke and stench came out, but it only pierced through the zombie's skin and failed to pierce his throat.

"roar……"

The zombie roared and grabbed the peach wood sword with both hands. Then the peach wood sword was like red iron meeting water, making a "sizzling" sound, and then it broke with a "click".

The peach wood sword was broken by the zombie. Fang Zhengqing did not expect that he had lost the support of the peach wood sword. Fang Zhengqing couldn't hold back and rushed forward, just in time to welcome the zombie's hands that were inserted into him.

In a critical moment, Fang Zhengqing turned sideways and fell into the gap between the zombie's arms, pressing on the zombie's body.

The zombie opened its mouth and wanted to bite Fang Zhengqing, but Fang Zhengqing easily pressed his jaw with his shoulders, and then copied it with both hands, grabbed the zombie's wrist, crossed it, and locked the zombie's neck.

Fang Zhengqing was half riding on the zombie. It can be said that this posture is tempting and imaginative. In the wilderness, a young man in disarray was riding on another person. The man was still struggling and roaring...tsk tsk!

However, if you know that these are two men, it would probably make the story even more exciting, but if one of them is a zombie, it would be a little chilling.

Comparing power, Fang Zhengqing's power of a thousand pounds is not weaker than that of royal zombies, but comparing endurance is not enough.

Fang Zhengqing looked at the zombie under her crotch and knew that if she persisted like this, she would have to become weaker and weaker in five or six minutes, and then it would be dangerous.

Looking at the two swords three meters away, Fang Zhengqing let go of his hands and immediately rolled towards him.

"Swish..."

Fang Zhengqing picked up the knife and looked at the cracked hole in the sleeve. It was just now that she was scratched by the zombie's fingernails. Fortunately, it did not scratch the skin.

Looking at the straight royal zombies, Fang Zhengqing attacked with two swords. He knew that the two swords could not see through the zombies, but he did not want to kill the zombies with two swords. He just wanted to get something, such as zombie teeth, or nails, etc.

Fang Zhengqing slashed the zombie's arms with both swords, only chopping off her clothes, but she also blocked the zombie's attack. Then she took the opportunity to cut off the zombie's exposed teeth, and then with a "bang", she looked helpless at a huge gap on the knife.

"roar……"

As a mutated zombie, he had a certain intelligence. Fang Zhengqing's attack made him feel angry. He roared and jumped two meters high and collided at Fang Zhengqing.
To be continued...