It was even colder in the courtyard. It was obviously the hottest days of summer, but it felt like the twelfth lunar month of winter.

Xu Yang's steps were steady, neither hurried nor slow. He stepped on the lime floor covered with black soil and came to the courtyard, then stopped.

At the same time he stopped, wisps of mist rose from the ground, and the surrounding dark green vegetation was instantly covered with a layer of frost.

Xu Yang lowered his head and lightly scratched the ground with his right foot, cutting open the black soil on the surface, revealing a piece of white lime. There were also faintly visible crystal glass fragments in the lime.

Lime ground!

Carbon powder is moisture-proof and lime is anti-corrosive. A lime floor is arranged in the courtyard and covered with black soil to form a roof of black clouds. There is glass inside to gather the mist and gather the beauty of the moon...

Needless to say what the purpose is.

"Evil magic!"

Xu Yang stood in the center of the courtyard, neither advancing nor retreating, neither attacking nor defending, as if waiting for his opponent to appear.

The other party did not keep him waiting for long. As wisps of mist spread out, a strange noise suddenly appeared underground. A large amount of soil and lime broke and floated, creating a gully. Several rectangular objects were vaguely visible in the gully.

That's...

Coffin!

A coffin covered with talismans.

They are said to be talismans, but there are very obvious differences between the talismans on these coffins and the talismans used by Xu Yang.

The talisman used by Xu Yang was made of yellow paper and written in cinnabar seals. However, the talisman on the coffin was made of white paper and written in black ink seals. It exuded a strange and ominous atmosphere. It was even more so when it was covered with the coffin.

Seems scary.

This is - corpse training coffin!

The method of cultivating corpses is also one of the Taoist arts. Although it is a side sect, it is not an evil way.

There is no clear boundary between good and evil in these side sects. It just depends on how to use it. For example, the disciples of Maoshan often use this method to remove corpses and move souls back to their hometowns. In this way, it is a righteous technique.

The current corpse training coffin is a counterexample. The corpses in the coffin are either people who died in vain and were entangled with resentment, or they are extremely evil people with soaring evil spirits. The practitioners sealed these corpses in the coffin to give them "auspicious burials."

Once the method of refining is successful, it will become white zombies at the end, and sometimes it can even become flying zombies.

Undoubtedly witchcraft!

It is so evil that even the person who performs the technique may suffer backlash, so the corpse training coffin must be heavily sealed to prevent accidents.

But now the ban has been lifted, and each piece of talisman and seal is seen rotting into ashes and sliding down from the coffin. The coffin also vibrates, as if something terrifying is about to jump out of it.

final……

"Bang!"

The coffin lid flew up and hit Xu Yang.

"Bang!"

However, Xu Yang refused to retreat and kicked out with astonishing force, smashing the coffin lid made of Yin wood into pieces.

"roar!"

Behind the broken coffin lid, there was a nauseating stench, and a pale human figure rushed towards Xu Yang. It was the zombie sealed in the coffin.

There are many kinds of corpses, and most of them are walking corpses, which are equivalent to ordinary people among living people. Their combat power is sparse and ordinary, so they are not something to be afraid of.

Above the walking zombies is Zi Zombie, who has already entered the ranks of zombies. He is incorruptible, has stiff skin and hard flesh, and possesses corpse poison. He is equivalent to a first-level cultivator who has just entered the door.

Above the purple zombie is the white zombie, with white hair growing all over the body, copper skin and iron bones, invulnerability, and terrifying power, equivalent to a moderately accomplished second-level cultivator.

What was thrown out of the corpse training coffin was a white zombie, a white zombie that was at the same level as Xu Yang.

But realm belongs to realm, and strength belongs to strength. Fighting is not a game. By pairing the data panels, both sides can tell the difference and decide life and death.

Bai Zhan flew towards him, but what he encountered was not Xu Yang's fists and feet, nor any magic weapon used to restrain zombies, but...

The black muzzle!

"Bang!"

Facing the flying Bai Zheng, Xu Yang pulled the trigger of the Remington shotgun without hesitation.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the roar was like thunder, the fire was like lightning, and it erupted with great intensity. The flying Bai Zhan flew out at a faster speed, and fell heavily to the ground, convulsing like an epilepsy.

It can be seen that his body, face, chest and surrounding areas are now covered with dots of vermillion-like charcoal particles, which are constantly burning in the pale skin, forming large areas of charred marks, and there is a strong

The burnt smell spread out.

Cinnabar?

More than just cinnabar!

In addition to the regular cinnabar, this shot of shotgun is also mixed with two special materials.

That's blood, the rooster's blood, and Xu Yang's own blood!

The rooster crows and the sun rises in the east. Its blood is the most yang thing, especially the rooster's comb blood taken from the comb. If it is stained with a little bit of flying stiffness, it will make you want to die.

There is such a record in the Taoist classics of the Xu Yang lineage. A certain uncle of Uncle Feng used coffin nails soaked in the blood of a rooster for fifty years to capture a Xishuangbanna bronze armor corpse that was rare in the world.

Although Xu Yang couldn't find a fifty-year-old rooster, Uncle Feng also raised seven or eight twenty- or thirty-year-old roosters on the island. Xu Yang would bleed these roosters every once in a while in order to cope with today's situation.

situation.

The rooster blood of the past twenty or thirty years alone was enough for Bai Zhan to drink a pot, not to mention that Xu Yang also mixed it with his own blood.

As an accomplished Taoist priest, his essence and blood have the ability to overcome evil. In addition, he draws in the purple energy from the east every day to practice. His energy and blood are full of the wisdom of heaven and earth, and the essence of the sun, which can fight against evil.

The restraint effect is more terrifying than fifty or even one hundred years of rooster blood.

Therefore, in addition to bleeding the rooster every month, Xu Yang would also bleed himself, mixing his own blood with the rooster's blood and cinnabar to make special bullets.

Xu Yang named this type of bullet the Sanyang Bullet. Once fired, not to mention white zombies, even flying zombies can make it a three-yang hit.

Therefore, the white zombie that rose from the coffin was directly thrown into the street by Xu Yang's gun, without any chance to show its white zombie's strength.

This is actual combat.

The realm cultivation on paper is only the basis and important, but it does not determine everything. The key depends on how to use it and how to exert it.

As a zombie, a zombie without a brain, Bai Zheng didn't know how to use his own strength and advantages, so he jumped on the street.

Of course, he didn't make any contribution at all. At least he consumed one of Xu Yang's Sanyang bullets.

The reserve of this thing is very small. After all, the main material is Xu Yang's essence and blood. It can be released once a month. One portion at a time can be used to practice one bullet.

Xu Yang had been saving for more than two years and had only saved more than 20 copies. With this Sanyang bullet and the bottle of blood sand he just used outside the door, he had already consumed two copies of blood essence.

Being a Taoist priest who slays demons is indeed a very dangerous thing. Not only does it cost money, but it also costs lives.

"boom!"

Bai Zheng, who was lying on the ground, twitched for a while, and soon became silent. The Sanyang cinnabar embedded in his body released astonishing heat, igniting a vermilion flame that engulfed the corpse and turned it into ashes.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust!

Its life is over.
Chapter completed!