Zhang Xuanqing, who traveled to a parallel world, became the last heavenly master in Longhu Mountain!
I thought I could only live a peaceful life as a Taoist priest.
But he didn't expect the zombies to resurrect, and a global zombie disaster broke out.
There was a strange knock on the door of the hospital morgue, the freezer in the funeral home opened by itself, and seven coffins walked in the old grave at night...
Zhang Xuanqing, the last heavenly master of Longhu Mountain, saw the corpses in the world, so he could only put on the blue thunder and white crane robe, rub the thunder in his hands and go down the mountain.
The glutinous rice removes the poison from the corpses, the ink bucket locks the corpses, the black dog's blood suppresses evil spirits, and the five thunders rectify the coffin.
Heizheng, who couldn't be penetrated by a gun, was chopped into pieces with one palm of his hand.
When the SWAT team couldn't suppress the group of corpses, he launched a thunder and fire corpse-burning formation.
Is the Corpse Gate in Yinshan a disaster for the world? I think you want to eat Pindao's thunder!
...
The corpse disaster has come, and the world is out of order.
And Zhang Xuanqing stood in front of the tide of corpses, with lightning beating in his palms.
"Zombie resurgence?"
"The poor Taoist will let the evil corpses in the world see what rolling thunder means!"
"Thunder comes!"
...
Other sects: "No, have you agreed on the Dharma Ending Age? How can he rub the sky thunder with his hands?!"
Yinshan Corpse Sect: "Damn it! This guy is open! He's coming with the thunder in his hands! Run!"
People across the country: "Holy crap! You just rubbed the thunder with your hands, and you made me believe in science?!"
Reader comments
This long mouth is a controlled tool, right?
Come on, well written.
To be honest, it's okay, but I still need to polish it carefully.
This long mouth is a controlled tool, right?
Come on, well written.
To be honest, it's okay, but I still need to polish it carefully.