Uncle Jiu's World Adventures

Lin Yifeng, a 996 programmer, climbed a mountain and fell from a cliff, hitting an old wooden box. The blood soaked the surface of the box, and the words "Qiankun" glowed slightly. Yan Chixia's voice exploded in her mind: "Disciple, this is the Qiankun Sword Box. I teach you the art of returning to the sect with ten thousand swords. Don't embarrass the master." Open the sword box - there is only a rusty iron lump inside. "Master, where are your belongings?" The rusty giant sword buzzed: If you don't like it, don't take it. What's even more exciting is that he traveled through a large collection of zombie movies from the Republic of China. Uncle Jiu, Mao Xiaofang, Mr. Zombie, Ghost Fighter... All are here. No money, no cultivation, and the sword box is empty. There is only one way: raise the flying sword yourself. Kitchen knives, spatulas, bricks, and butcher's knives were all stuffed into the sword case. Others Yujian is Qingguang Yiyi, and he is the scene of the collapse of the hardware store. "The sky and the earth are infinite, the universe borrows the law - the sword is unsheathed, slaying demons and demons!" A kitchen knife crookedly hit the imp. From "Mr. Zombie" to "Zombie Taoist Priest", from Uncle Jiu's disciple to Mao Xiaofang's side. He followed Ma Danna to hunt down the generals, and was willing to be sealed for sixty years in order to hold back the Zombie True Ancestor. Sixty years later, Hong Kong. A sloppy Taoist priest appeared in front of Ma Xiaoling. Ma Xiaoling handed over a kitchen knife that was as good as new: "My aunt said that the kitchen knife is still there, but the person is gone, so she asked you not to wait." Things have changed over the past sixty years, but the kitchen knife is still there, the sword box is still there, and the half of the mantra is still there. From driving corpses in western Hunan to exorcising demons in Hong Kong, from rusty iron swords to monster-killing magic weapons. Facing Nuwa, Generals, and Destiny "Destiny, you can control everything, but you can't control the choices of poor people. My kitchen knife is a brand-name product, and your system can't authenticate it!" Thousands of swords returned to the clan, and the sky was full of kitchen knives.