In the early morning, at five or six o'clock, the sky just revealed a little whiteness, and nothing had been mixed into the troubles of the world, as pure as a simple sketch.

In the dim sacred temple, the strong fragrance lingers, and occasionally sparks flash, illuminating a small area.

Cao Yi, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, did not move, breathing evenly, like an old Buddha who had been sitting in a long time.

"bite!"

"Congratulations to the host for his success in showing his saints in front of the main plot characters, Lin Jiu, Wencai and Awei."

"Reward: Open the fifth picture of the Qintian Treasure Box"

Cao Yi did not respond at all.

Time passed little by little, and it was not until half an hour later that Cao Yi slowly opened his eyes.

I poured myself a cup of tea, drank it slowly, and then returned to the temple to sit down.

Take out the "Imperial Sky Scroll" and slowly open it.

The first picture is a flowing scene of an ancient man rafting on the foggy sea.

The second picture is a lifelike real dragon.

The third picture is a bright red flower of the other side.

The fourth picture is a very ordinary "Formation Picture".

When he flipped into the fifth picture, he encountered resistance. Cao Yi frowned and increased the injection of spiritual power.

Not long after, a crisp sound was heard, and the fifth picture was revealed. It was a woman whose face was covered by white mist, and she couldn't see it clearly. Her slender body was silent and her white Taoist robe danced with the wind.

Four characters are written in small seal script on the right side - Wanhua Daojue.

"Wanhua Taoist Art"

Cao Yi reached out his hand while reciting.

The moment my fingers touched the delicate picture, it seemed like an electric shock, and my body trembled, and then there was a clear light in my mind, and countless messages poured into my mind.

It turns out that this Wanhua Taoist Art is one of the True Dragon Forbidden Techniques - the upgrade of turning decay into magic. The objects they transform are no longer limited to carefully carved dead objects, and can in turn turn magical objects into mundane.

After practicing the Wanhua Dao Art to a certain level, even magic can be transformed, which is somewhat similar to the great magic method in martial arts novels.

Of course, the two cannot be whispered in the same way as Japanese.

Fifteen minutes later, after receiving the information, Cao Yi received the "Imperial Heaven Scroll" into the purple gold and red gourd, and tried to use the Wanhua Taoist Art.

After drinking water just now, the cup placed aside.

Focus on the cup.

Soon, a human face contour appeared on the cup, followed by the body and limbs. After a twist, the cup completely disappeared, and a transparent villain stood. At first glance, it looked a bit like a Terminator.

Cao Yi waved his hand and the transparent villain rushed out.

Soon a sharp roar came from outside.

It was sent by Xiaotian.

Then there was a fierce fighting sound, and the sound of trees breaking.

Five or six minutes later, with a whoosh, a cup flew backwards.

Cao Yi reached out to catch it.

After three breaths, Xiaotian's huge head came in with a strong wind, looking angry.

Cao Yi pretended to be fine and poured another cup of tea for himself.

Drink leisurely.

Xiaotian's blood-red big eyes glanced back and forth for a few times, and retreated in depression.

Cao Yi's eyes turned to the water in the cup, and soon, a water-shaped woman stood up, tall, with a bulge in front and a swaying hair like a cloud, and a small drop of water fell down.

"Ahem"

Cao Yi coughed lightly.

The water-shaped woman turned into a leopard, jumped out of the cup, walked a few steps, and then turned into an eagle, flapping her wings and flew out.

Like just now, there was another fight outside.

Soon, the water-shaped eagle flew in and fell into the cup and disappeared.

Xiaotian chased in again. Unlike last time, there were several scratches on its head.

It stared at Cao Yi with a pair of resentful eyes.

It seems to be saying, stop pretending, it's you who did it.

Cao Yi looked to one side, looking like he had nothing to do with me.

A few minutes later, Xiaotian retreated.

I don’t know how long it took, but a shadow reflected into the temple.

Someone actually appeared silently at the door.

Cao Yi looked up and saw a trace of surprise that had just emerged in his heart disappeared.

The person who came was not someone else, but Ren Qing, the ninth generation of the southern school master.

This female zombie, who is both physical and Taoist, stands at the peak of monks in this world and has recovered her mind, quietly avoids her eyes and ears. It is normal.

Ren Qing walked in and said, "It's time to summon the heroic spirit of the Taoist sect."

"Why?"

Cao Yi looked at Ren Qing in confusion.

"A large number of zombies are approaching Renjia Town"

There was a hint of gloom on Ren Qing's face.

"What do I need to do?"

Ren Qing came here in a special way and could not be targeted, so Cao Yi was very straightforward.

"I want you"

Ren Qing suddenly stopped.

"I want me"

Cao Yi looked at Ren Qing in surprise.

At this moment, Xiaotian's huge head came in from outside and looked at Ren Qing suspiciously.

It seemed that the object of suspicion was transferred to Ren Qing.

"go out"

Cao Yi's tone was plain.

Xiaotian obediently retreated.

“This python is extraordinary”

Ren Qing stared at Xiaotian's back, and a brilliant flashed in his eyes.

Cao Yi smiled and said, "What do you want me to do for senior?"

Ren Qing withdrew his gaze and said solemnly: "I want you"

Suddenly, I stopped again.

Look outside.

Cao Yi also looked outside.

A burst of rapid footsteps, Lin Jiu's voice came from outside the Taoist temple: "Uncle Master, it's not good."

Soon, Lin Jiu walked in and came to the temple. Seeing Ren Qing also there, he was stunned for a moment and said, "Many zombies approached Renjia Town, and there were thousands of people in the town, and now they all retreated to the center of the town."

Cao Yi nodded and said, "Sit down first."

Lin Jiu walked in and sat on the side.

Cao Yi looked at Ren Qing and whispered: "Senior, want me to hold these zombies."

Ren Qing nodded: "Not bad"

"how long?"

Cao Yi asked.

After all, he cannot resist zombies without limits.

Ren Qing said without hesitation: "Three days and three nights"

Three days and three nights, a bit long.

Cao Yi could even imagine that he was besieged by thousands of zombies, like a small boat in a storm, shaking scene.
To be continued...