Looking at the old man who was kneeling on his knees, his face was full of awe, Ye Feng smiled in a low voice and said, "If I remember correctly, you told me at the beginning that you were going to create ten fourth-generation zombies, right?" ”

At the beginning in the no-man's land of the capital, Ye Feng handed over a drop of essence blood to the old man, but he swore to make ten fourth-generation zombies, so he also had a conflict with the zombie old demon.

Hearing Ye Feng's inquiry, a trace of panic appeared in the old man's eyes, the reason why he said this at that time was to escape from Ye Feng's clutches as soon as possible.

"Master, the slave is wrong!"

"Bang bang bang!!"

Old age did not find a reason to explain, because he knew that all explanations were superfluous, and only by admitting his mistakes could he get a glimmer of life.

His head slammed heavily on the ground, and he didn't dare to resist it with internal force, allowing his head to bleed.

"That's it!"

Ye Feng waved his hand and said, "Give me back that drop of essence blood!" ”

"Yes, master!"

After that, the old man took out a drop of dark blue essence blood from the space ring and held it with both hands.

"Buzz!"

As soon as the corpse qi turned, the essence blood submerged into the body, and Ye Feng stared at the old man with a smile.

The elderly person is ruthless and decisive, and if he can use it, it is still very good.

Moreover, having tasted the taste of life and death brought by the enhanced version of the life and death talisman, Ye Feng believed that he would not dare to betray again.

"Master, this is the family heirloom of the old slave!" In order to obtain Ye Feng's forgiveness, the old man took great pains to endure the pain caused by the enhanced version of the life and death talisman, and insisted on returning to the ancestral land first before rushing to Chentangguan.

Looking at the map handed over by the old man, Ye Feng's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he smiled: "This is what Nian Qianyao left at the beginning?" ”

"Yes!"

At that time, the elderly did not mention the map.

Stretching out his right hand and taking the map, Ye Feng's face showed a hint of surprise, "This seems to be a map of Huaxia, right?" ”

"Yes, master!" The old man didn't dare to hide it, and said: "This is indeed a map of China, but the end point on the map has not been found, as if it does not exist." It should be a small secret place, but many people in my family have tried it, but they have never been able to open it. ”

Ye Feng's eyes were intertwined with fine light, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "If I'm not mistaken, this ending place is Shu Mountain?" ”

"Yes, it's Shushan!"

"Interesting!" Ye Feng chuckled lightly and put the map away.

"You come with me!"

With that, Ye Feng walked towards Chen Tangguan by himself.

……

At the same time, Songshan Shaolin Temple.

In a meditation room at the back of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, several senior monks had solemn expressions, staring at the air crash lying on the bed.

"How's it going?" The senior monk headed by the Shaolin Temple is the presiding officer, and the line of words is lined.

"Amitabha, Uncle Buddha's heart is broken, and his cultivation is gone!" The eyes of the senior monk sitting on the edge of the bed were full of anger, he looked at the host Xinghong, folded his hands, and said, "Host, the demon that hit my uncle hard, you must not let it go." The old man implored the host to send thirty-six ways to subdue the demon Arhat and go to the small secret realm of Qingqiu! ”

Xinghong took a deep breath, looked at the air crash with a faint breath on the bed, and said coldly, "Demons are rampant, and it is natural for Shaolin Temple to subdue demons and eliminate demons." However, the demon is strong, and even the uncle of the plane crash is in distress, so he can't be in a hurry this time, and he will wait for the old man to report to the elder Taishang and make a definition. ”

Suddenly, the plane crash lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

"Uncle Shi, don't get up!"

"Uncle Shi, don't worry, with the foundation of our Shaolin Temple, we will definitely be able to restore your cultivation!"

Seeing the plane crash struggling to get up, the monks hurriedly surrounded it.

The air disaster waved his hand, signaling the monks not to speak, his eyes were full of ashes, and said: "The old man's body, the old man knows best, and you don't need to comfort the old man." Besides, life and death, can't the old man see through it? ”

There was no fear of death in the eyes of the air crash, but they were full of unwillingness, looked up at Xinghong, and said, "The old man took a disciple, but he is there?" ”

Apprentice?

The monks looked at each other, unclear who the apprentice of the plane crash was.

"Where is the truth?" The plane crash asked.

"Uncle Shi, I'll go and call Yuanzhen right away!"

"Hmm!"

Soon, under the gaze of all the monks, Yuanzhen cautiously walked into the meditation room.

Looking at Yuan Zhen who walked in, there was a touch of vitality in the eyes of the air crash, and he asked, "What about the old man's apprentice?" ”

"Uncle Shi, that person is in the Luohan Hall!"

"It's good to be in Shaolin Temple, it's good to be in Shaolin Temple!" As soon as he heard that the stiff old demon was taken back to the Shaolin Temple, a smile appeared on the face of the air crash, and he said in a weak voice: "The old man cultivates the Nine Commandments Knife, and pays attention to entering the demon first, and then becoming a Buddha." For more than 100 years, Lao Gao has never been able to find a successor, and this time he was finally able to get his wish. ”

As he spoke, the air crash took out the Demon Breaking Knife from the space ring, as well as a set of exercises, looked at Xinghong, and said, "Xinghong, Xingyun will trouble you in the future!" ”

Xingyun is naturally the Buddha name taken by the old demon in the air crash.

Facing the eyes full of dead ashes in the air crash, Xinghong sighed in his heart and said, "Senior Uncle, you can rest assured, I swear that I will fully support Senior Brother Xingyun!" ”

"Well, in this way, the old man will be able to leave with peace of mind!"

Watching the air crash slowly close his eyes, his breath became weaker and weaker, Xinghong put away the Demon Breaking Knife and exercises, and said, "Let's go out first, let Uncle Shi rest!" ”

"Yes!"

On the other side, the old demon sat alone in the empty meditation room, his face full of fear.

This is Shaolin Temple, an old demon like him, is there any chance of survival?

"I'm going to be the man of the zombie king, do I want to die at the hands of this group of bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple?"

The old demon grimaced, staring through the window, looking out, and didn't dare to try to escape. After all, this is the Shaolin Temple, how could he escape with his ability?

"Crunch!"

At this moment, the door of the meditation room was pushed open.

"Are you going to execute me?"

The zombie old demon trembled, and wondered in his heart, do you want to pull a few cushions on your back before you die?

However, when he saw Xinghong walking in, the thoughts in his heart were instantly extinguished.

Feeling the surging Buddha power exuded by Xinghong, the zombie old demon couldn't raise his desperate mind at all, so he could only look at each other with a bitter face.

Walking into the meditation room, Xinghong stared at the stiff old demon, until he saw that the other party's expression was weird, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and then he slowly spoke, "Senior Brother Xingyun, from now on, you study Buddhism first." ”

"What?"

The old demon's expression froze, and his eyes were full of confusion.

Ignoring the stunned old demon, Xinghong walked aside, put the Demon Breaking Knife and a book of exercises on the table, and said: "This is left to you by Uncle Air Crash, I hope you can inherit Uncle Air Crash's lifelong wish, subdue demons and eliminate demons, and do good for a lifetime!" ”

"What's going on?"

The stiff old demon looked at the back of Xinghong who turned around and walked out of the meditation room in a daze, and suddenly pinched himself fiercely, "Hey, aren't you dreaming?" ”

"He just called me Xingyun? It seems that the generation of Xingzi in Shaolin Temple is very high, right? ”

At this moment, Yuan Zhen held a set of monk's clothes and walked into the meditation room slowly, looking at the zombie old demon with complicated eyes, especially after seeing the Demon Breaking Knife and the Nine Rings Sword Exercises placed on the table, his eyes were even hotter.

It's a pity that Yuan Zhen didn't dare to mess around, but instead had a respectful look on his face, "Uncle Shi, this is the clothes that the host asked me to send you, you change into them now, and I will go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for you, those sets of Buddhist rituals." ”

[Twenty-five more, please ask for recommendation votes, rewards, subscriptions, thank you! ] The old dragon is holding back his and urine to produce so many manuscripts, and he is tired! 】

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