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

Chapter 8 Grandmaster, save me!

While traveling through the air, Zhang Xuan suddenly sensed a familiar Taoist aura.

The aura contained the magic of the Longhu Mountain Taoist sect, as well as a bloodline power.

Zhang Xuan has now turned into a zombie, and as a zombie, he is extremely sensitive to blood, especially the blood of those with the same bloodline.

Maoshan Secret: Those who become corpses always target their descendants first.

He could tell from a slight sense that this person was probably a direct descendant of his Longhu Mountain lineage.

"Disciples and grand-disciples, hold on! Your ancestor is here to save you!"

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Zhang Daoyuan was so scared he peed his pants!

Having grown up in Longhu Mountain, when had he ever faced so many mountain spirits, monsters, and ghosts all by himself?

I thought that this trip down the mountain with my uncle was just a formality.

Unexpectedly, things went wrong on my very first solo mission!

"Fatty Taoist, stop struggling! You're no match for us. Stand still and I'll give you a quick death. Otherwise, if the other wild ghosts catch up with you, you'll probably be torn to pieces!"

With a swift movement, the tiger demon appeared in front of Zhang Daoyuan in an instant.

The enormous tiger paw slammed down, and Zhang Daoyuan threw out a talisman that collided with it.

bang——

The tiger demon was knocked away, and Zhang Daoyuan continued to flee. His strength was relatively low, but he had a lot of Taoist talismans on him. As long as something like a demon king or ghost king didn't appear, he should be able to hold on.

puff-

Suddenly, a black smoke demon reached out its claws from the shadows and grabbed at his ankle.

It tore it apart instantly, and blood gushed out.

Zhang Daoyuan screamed and rolled away. When he got up, his eyes were filled with tears, but this time he did not cry.

He always remembered his uncle's words: You are a direct descendant of the Longhu Mountain Taoist!

"I am a Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain, why would I be afraid of you demons and monsters?"

"Come on, I'm not going to run anymore. Let me show you the true spirit of the Taoists of Longhu Mountain!"

He roared, his fat body trembling, and simply threw away the peach wood sword, grabbing a handful of talismans and starting to throw them around.

Each talisman is a golden sword.

It shot in from all directions.

Even the tiger demon was taken aback and dodged, exclaiming, "How does this little Taoist priest have so many magical treasures? Could he really be someone important?"

at this time.

The Smoker was enjoying the blood on his claws, completely absorbed in it.

After a long pause, he exclaimed with delight, "It's the blood of the Celestial Masters of Longhu Mountain! This blood is so sweet and fragrant! If I eat it, my cultivation will definitely advance another level!"

The blood of Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain is highly nourishing, and the blood of the Celestial Master lineage is even more extraordinary.

It can be said to be the supreme treasure of evil spirits.

"Something's wrong!" The tiger demon suddenly looked up and around. "A powerful demon is coming! We'd better hurry and eat this path, or we'll be finished!"

Upon hearing this, the vengeful ghost no longer hesitated and transformed into black smoke, swooping down.

"This chubby kid has many magical treasures; let these wandering ghosts go first!"

The tiger demon sneered, and with a roar, countless evil spirits emerged from his mouth, transforming into creeping vines.

Immediately afterwards, the wild ghosts and demons who had been watching the show rushed out and attacked Zhang Daoyuan.

The chubby boy was surrounded and attacked all by himself. Even though he possessed countless magical treasures from the Taoist sect, he was still struggling to defend himself.

His body was covered in wounds, and blood was flowing from his chin down to his throat.

But he did not admit defeat.

With his left hand forming a sword-like gesture and his right hand drawing a copper coin sword from his bag, he declared: "How can we, the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain, fear demons!"

He bit down hard on the sword finger, and his blood dripped into the copper coin sword, awakening the magical treasure.

The copper coin sword shone with golden light as it attacked the surrounding evil spirits.

Previously, Zhang Daoyuan had asked his father why he had to bite his sword finger to force out his essence and blood, and why he didn't bring a needle to prick him, so that he wouldn't bleed too much or feel pain.

But today, he doesn't feel pain.

He still had to bring his grandmaster home and wait on the mountain for his uncle's reward!

How can we Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain fear demons?

the other side.

Near the village, Zhang Jingxu, who had already begun setting up a tight net, was also startled by the commotion behind him.

His pupils contracted: "Oh no, this is Dao Yuan's copper coin magic treasure, which my senior brother gave him to save his life."

"On this moonlit night, he's likely encountered a large number of demons and monsters. Zhang Jianyi, go and rescue your junior brother!"

Behind him stood a young Taoist priest in a yellow robe, with a bun hairstyle and sharp eyebrows, who clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Master, take care! This disciple will go slay the demon and rescue my junior brother!"

The other Taoist priests followed behind Zhang Jingxu, continuing to set up formations near the village to save the villagers!

The copper coin treasure was Zhang Daoyuan's most prized possession.

These treasures can help him kill demons at the Spirit Realm. (Mortal Path, Entering the Path, Spiritual Path, Altar, Primordial Talisman, Dao Palace, Heavenly Connection, Divine Transformation)

as predicted.

After the magical treasure was unleashed, the surrounding demons and monsters were instantly annihilated without a trace.

One by one, they fled in panic.

Especially these lesser demons and wandering ghosts, they didn't even have time to escape, and were directly smashed to pieces by the copper coins.

The smoker had just turned into smoke and enveloped Zhang Daoyuan when it was dispersed by the golden disc player.

They didn't even have a chance to escape; they were killed instantly.

Zhang Daoyuan gritted his teeth, his blood-soaked hands gripping the peach wood sword: "Hmph, are the Taoists of Longhu Mountain afraid of you?"

Roar--

next second.

A tiger demon suddenly leaped out, its roar nearly scaring Zhang Daoyuan's skull off.

The fierce ghosts that flew out from the tiger's roar all rushed towards Zhang Daoyuan.

Zhang Daoyuan was pale and could only frantically fight back with his peach wood sword. He could easily kill the little devil in the tiger's mouth, but he had no chance of winning against this tiger demon.

"I didn't expect you to be so clever, you beast! Wait until I've used up all my magic weapons before you come out!"

The tiger demon sneered, "How can those brainless wild ghosts compare to me? Little Taoist, accept your fate. It's your honor to become food in my tiger's mouth."

"By consuming you, I can break through to the Spirit Dao Realm!"

The Spiritual Realm! Demons and evil spirits can then develop their own innate divine abilities.

Zhang Daoyuan remained defiant, wildly wielding his peach wood sword as his blood and Taoist magic surged forth.

But in the end, he was no match for the tiger demon and was defeated in a short time.

bang——

The tiger's paw transformed into a giant mountain and struck Zhang Daoyuan's chest.

The chubby boy was flung away like a kite with a broken string, his blood splattered all over the ground.

His face was pale and filled with despair.

They could only watch helplessly as the tiger demon closed in step by step.

He closed his eyes in despair: "Uncle-Master, Father... I have failed your trust. I'm sorry."

Despair gripped his heart.

He suddenly remembered that red-robed grandmaster.

"Grandmaster... Daoyuan can't take you home..."

Before he could finish his desperate words, suddenly!

By the moonlight, he saw a red figure appear in the air, moving at great speed toward him.

The red color looked increasingly familiar, and the sword-wielding posture was as dashing as that of the senior disciples in the mountains...

After he saw it clearly, he couldn't help but shout with delight.

"Help me! Senior Uncle, help me!"

The Red-Robed Immortal of Longhu Mountain has come to save me! Little Tiger, you're doomed! Hahaha!