Having just become the Corpse King, you want me to seize the position of Purple-Robed Celestial Mast

Chapter 13 The Vast Heaven, What Fear of Death?

Zhang Jingxu, who was about to join the battle with her peach wood sword in hand, was stunned.

He stood there dumbfounded.

"What? What did you say? Besides this zombie, there's an even more ferocious one?"

The monk Guangren was surrounded by golden light, using Buddhist teachings to counteract the corpse energy of the flying zombie.

Both Buddhist and Taoist arts are the nemesis of demons and evil spirits, so even if he only has the cultivation of the early stage of the Dharma Altar, he will not be defeated quickly when facing the Corpse King who is at the peak of the Dharma Altar.

With the help of others, and the fact that the flying zombie's own seal had not yet been broken, they were still able to fight to a standstill.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, don't just stand there dumbfounded. The other Corpse King is even more terrifying. Let's ignore it for now and deal with this one before it arrives."

Xu Feng's broadsword was exceptionally sharp, capable of easily cutting through metal and stone, yet it was difficult to break through the defenses of flying zombies.

The only way to suppress the flying zombies is through the help of power and the Buddha's light.

"Hurry! If the other one comes, we'll all die here. Let's take care of this one before it arrives!"

Zhang Jingxu felt her head buzzing.

But as they said, if one is so terrifying, what would happen if another one came along?

The only option is to join them and try to completely suppress the flying zombies.

The dozen or so Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain on the ground were resisting the harassment from the other mountain spirits and monsters, while also using the formation to lend a helping hand to the three masters.

Even so.

They couldn't withstand the power of the flying zombies either, and in just a few minutes, Zhang Jingxu and his group were being suppressed and beaten.

The flying zombie not only recovered amazingly, but it could even absorb moonlight.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, use lightning magic!" Xu Feng shouted, his broadsword already stained with blood—not his own, but Zhang Jingxu's, since a Daoist's blood naturally has a suppressive effect on demons: "This flying zombie is afraid of lightning magic!"

Zhang Jingxu's face was pale at this moment.

"I know, but I am not proficient in thunder magic and I am afraid I will be unable to harm him."

"Monk, I'll help you!" Guangren flew down and slapped Zhang Jingxu's body with both hands. Buddhist light and Taoist energy merged together in that instant.

Buddhism and Taoism are fundamentally different.

Zhang Jingxu clenched his fists, unleashing a powerful aura, and then shouted, "Bring me your ruler!"

He shouted loudly.

The yellow-robed disciple behind him hurriedly pulled a ruler from his pouch and threw it at him.

Zhang Jingxu grabbed the Heavenly Thunder Ruler magic weapon and swung it fiercely.

In an instant.

White lightning, mixed with Taoist energy and Buddhist light, surged forth.

Xu Feng followed after the lightning.

One in front of the other.

Lightning struck the flying zombie's hands, which it resisted with overwhelming corpse energy, but its body was forced to retreat step by step.

White smoke even rose from his hands.

bang——

The blade struck the flying zombie's head hard, splitting the blade but also cutting in smoothly, though not fatally.

The flying zombie sneered, "Heh, you think you can hurt me with your pathetic lightning magic?"

"Even Master Zhang Xuan of your Daoist Thunder Punishment Hall couldn't completely kill me back then. Your thunder magic is far from enough!"

The flying zombie roared angrily, its movements as fast as lightning.

By the time Xu Feng realized what was happening and tried to escape, it was too late; his left hand had already been grabbed.

The flying zombie's fingernails pierced into its flesh.

Xu Feng's eyelids twitched wildly. He gathered his strength and slammed down with his right palm, blasting his left arm apart. He fled in panic.

"Damn it, these Corpse Kings are too strong! Fellow Daoist, I'm leaving now!"

Zhang Jingxu: ? ? ? ?

Monk Guangren: ? ? ? ?

The moment he landed, Xu Feng, his face pale, ran off without looking back.

At the same time, he took out his communicator and reported to the Mysterious Bureau: "Captain, the mission has failed. This damn Corpse King is a flying zombie! Its cultivation has reached the peak of the Dharma Altar, and it was sealed. I feel that it is about to break through the seal and return to the Yuanfu."

"I lost an arm, I can't fight at all, I'm leaving now!"

Zhang Jingxu gave a bitter smile.

As expected, it's better to sacrifice a fellow Daoist than to sacrifice myself.

He turned to look at Monk Guangren, who smiled slightly at him: "Fellow Daoist... I'm leaving too. As long as we're alive, we can always rebuild. These flying zombies are beyond our control; let's prioritize the greater good!"

The monk quickly followed Xu Feng's footsteps; staying behind would only lead to certain death.

Even lightning magic couldn't strike him; there was no chance at all.

They both left.

Zhang Jing stood weakly in place, her hands resting on the peach wood sword as she gasped for breath.

A dozen or so Taoist priests in yellow robes gathered around him, saying, "Uncle-Master..."

"Taoist, aren't you going to run?" The flying zombie stood in the air, staring at him with a smile.

With his strength, all he needs to do is wait for Yuehua to completely break the seal Zhang Xuan placed on him, and then no one will be able to control him in the slightest!

Run away? What's wrong with giving you ten minutes to run first?

Zhang Jingxu stared at him coldly: "How could I, a Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain, run away? If I leave, who will deal with you, you beast?"

"Hahaha."

The flying zombie sneered, "What you said is exactly the same as what that red-robed Taoist priest said back then, not a single word different!"

"However, your strength is far inferior to his."

Zhang Jingxu closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled along with the blood: "So what?"

"My cultivation is inferior to my grandmaster's, but my spirit is the same as his. What do I fear from death under the heavens? If I don't stay to kill you, how can I face my ancestors after my ascension?"

He picked up the peach wood sword in his hand, and the Taoist priests behind him were equally determined not to back down an inch.

"Uncle-Master, we'll help you!"

"What fear is there of death under the vast heavens?"

The sound was deafening, and all the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain were prepared to die.

Seeing this, Zhang Jingxu laughed heartily: "Although my Longhu Mountain has declined for hundreds of years, with disciples like you full of vigor and vitality, what is there to fear in not rising again?"

"Charge!"

All the Taoist priests poured all their Taoist energy into the final formation.

"Longhu Mountain, the Zhenyue Ambush Formation!"

Countless talismans floated out of the soil, their Taoist energy drawing upon the power of mountains and dragon veins to form iron chains, creating the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) symbol, which then contracted towards the center.

Countless wandering ghosts and mountain spirits retreated in fear, and any monsters that touched the iron chains were suppressed in the mud and unable to move.

The flying zombie chuckled coldly: "Heh, you think you can kill me with this kind of Xuan-rank formation? Ridiculous!"

Corpse energy and green demonic energy combined to form a hundred ghosts that began to attack the formation.

Each impact felt like a thousand-pound hammer striking Zhang Jingxu and the others' hearts and livers, causing them excruciating pain in their internal organs and making their souls tremble.

"Not a single step back!"

Everyone roared in unison.

This is the vital energy of the people of Longhu Mountain.

It is the duty of Longhu Mountain to slay demons and monsters. What should we do if we encounter a powerful demon that we cannot defeat? Fight to the death!

If I do not die, how can the common people be saved!

What is there to fear about death?

............

"Damn it, Guangren, why did you follow me here? Aren't you going to help the Taoist priests? Aren't they doomed?"

"Don't be ridiculous. If I help the monk, I'll just be one more person to die."

"There's nothing we can do but hope they stall for time."

Guangren was behind and Xu Feng was in front, fleeing frantically one after the other.

Suddenly.

Xu Feng paused, then... turned and ran wildly back the way he came, tears streaming down his face.

Guangren: ? ? ? ?

"Fellow Daoist, have you come to your senses? Are you ready to go and help?"

Guangren brushed past him without saying a word.

then.

"Holy crap, the Crimson-Robed Corpse King!"

He quickly turned his gun around and ran back the way he came.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, wait for me!"