Chapter 273 The Immortal on Earth, Song Zongwu Comes

Song Zongwu had been vaguely conscious before and was completely following his instincts. He never expected that the relic would be brought to Jingzhou.

The "swastika" character between his eyebrows squirmed like a living thing, and an aura that was different from the prison method gradually rose.

Song Zongwu raised his head and stared at Xue Yue, pressed his fingers between his eyebrows, and forcibly sealed the swastika back.

At this time, Song Zong was relieved, and his almost crazy expression recovered a little, and at least he could see the thoughts in his eyes.

The noise in his ears also disappeared.

"Relics...give up your body for His benefit..."

"This is an evil way."

While Song Zong was distracted, things around him changed rapidly, and the crescent moon above his head also turned into a waning moon, but the blood-red moonlight remained the same.

By the time he realized that Jingzhou was divided into multiple layers, he had already arrived at the waning moon layer and was standing on a street with endless traffic.

The morning sun appears in the sky, and the night is passing before you know it.

When people saw a man with six eyes and four arms suddenly appearing, they were startled and moved away for fear of offending him.

Song Zongwu's location is on the edge of Qingyan Town, but due to the strange presence, the humidity is extremely heavy.

Fine light rain falls in the city, and a long river several meters wide can be seen not far away.

There are not many demon cultivators, only a few here and there, and their cultivation levels are not too high.

Their skin is covered with a large number of fish scales, fish gills can be seen on their necks, and there is even a film attached to their palms.

The demon cultivators noticed that Song Zong had no queen, looked at each other and quickly gathered around.

Song Zongwu's appearance is different from ordinary people. It is difficult to compare him with Wuwei Taoism. They all think it is a strange foreign force.

Just when the demon cultivator was about to approach Song Zongwu, the latter turned to an unknown alley amid the crowds of people.

The young fishmonger pulled Song Zongwu into a hidden corner, his eyes looked extremely incredulous, and his breathing became heavy.

He is also a disciple of Wuwei Taoist Temple. He just came down the mountain not long ago. Because of his low cultivation level, he lived in hiding in the fish market.

He had seen the immortal statue on the ground in the main hall inside the mountain gate, but he didn't expect to see it in Qingyan Town, so he had the courage to take it away from the busy city.

"Shang...shangxian..."

Song Zongwu asked curiously: "Have you seen me?"

"I saw your statue in the sect, I...I..."

Song Zongwu remembered the desperate voice in his ears before, and he knew it in his heart, so he continued to ask: "Where is your sect?"

The fishmonger pointed to Wuwei Taoist Temple and explained thoughtfully: "It's still a bit far away. It has to pass through two blocks, which involves Mandrill's territory. It's best..."

As he was talking to himself, Song Zongwu squatted down with his legs, the muscles all over his body were tense, and terrifying power was brewing in them.

Bang!!!

While the fishmonger was stunned, the surrounding walls collapsed and a shallow pit appeared on the ground.

Song Zongwu jumped up and shot straight into the sky like a shooting star, which showed that he had no intention of walking to Wuwei Taoist Temple at all.

He could vaguely feel that Wuwei Taoist Temple was on the outskirts of the city and seemed to be in danger, so he naturally did not hesitate too much.

The water in the long river was turbulent, and the whale seemed to notice something strange. Its huge body emerged from the water, spraying water vapor straight towards Song Zongwu.

Song Zongwu saw this arm gathering strength and punched fiercely at the water vapor.

The water vapor exploded and the rainbow hung in the sky.

Surprise arose in his heart, and his arm actually tingled slightly, indicating that the whale he faced was at least not weaker than himself.

After Song Zongwu looked around, he realized that similar strange things were everywhere in Qingyan Town, and he immediately did not dare to be careless.

The six eyes on his forehead glowed, the aura emitted converged, and he jumped into the clouds and disappeared.

The whale made a strange and long cry, but it quickly sank into the water and stopped moving. Instead, a lot of demon cultivators emerged from its stomach.

But compared to the big commotion in the corpse area, Song Zongwu didn't attract much attention, especially it was still late at night.

Even if the demon cultivators noticed it, given the tense situation in Qingyan Town, they would not dare to rush into other strange territories.

Just like a storm is coming, everything indicates that the calm is about to end.

The fighting in Wuwei Taoist Temple continued, the number of casualties among Taoist temple disciples gradually increased, and the smell of blood filled the air.

After the corpse falls to the ground, the zombies will eagerly lie on it to eat the flesh and blood, while the remaining disciples can get a moment of respite.

Wu Qun was also on the verge of death. His body was covered with wounds of various sizes, and even the blood flowing out was mixed with the stench of decay.

Although it was a hard struggle, it felt like it was just the difference between dying early and dying late.

Qingsongzi knelt in front of the statue.

He had obviously just experienced a life-and-death battle, his arms were shaking with no strength, and not far away was a mangled zombie.

Monster cultivators like zombies are more difficult to deal with than imagined. Unless they are decapitated, they are not afraid of life and death, and their internal organs are no longer the key.

There is still strong corpse poison in their blood, and they can recover from their injuries and even regenerate their severed limbs by devouring flesh and blood.

Qingsongzi took a breath for a moment, then picked up the tattered long sword in a daze, intending to go to support the Taoist disciples outside.

At this moment, footsteps sounded.

A zombie at the golden elixir stage walked into the main hall and looked at Qing Songzi with a playful expression.

"I haven't returned to the sect for a long time, and I didn't expect it to change so much."

He turned to look at the newly built statue of an immortal on the ground, and said in a disdainful tone: "Uncle Qingsongzi, I was originally coaxed by you to come to practice Taoism. Do you know the result?"

"I worked as a boy in a teahouse on Changning Street for three years. At that time, I still firmly believed that the sect would take action when encountering danger."

"As a result, I was exposed to the sun for three days after my death."

The zombie's tone is full of resentment. On the one hand, it was affected by his life, and on the other hand, his soul was distorted by the blood moonlight.

Qing Songzi opened her mouth, not knowing how to refute.

Today's Wuwei Taoist Temple is indeed weak, so it can only continue to recruit disciples and barely maintain its scale with fresh blood.

Qingsongzi thought of the fairy market in her dream and couldn't help but said: "It's different now..."

"What's the difference? You only worship immortals every day, but will the immortals come to save you?"

The zombie's face was distorted, and he swiped his arm directly, breaking the statue of the immortal on the ground into pieces, and the smoke filled the main hall.

"Only demon cultivators are the great road. Jingzhou does not need the Tao of Inaction..."

His eyes fell on the statue of Tiandaozi, and his nails as black as ink scratched at it.

At this moment, the sound of howling wind came from outside, and even the fighting was suppressed, as if something heavy was falling straight down.

boom!!!

The roof of the main hall was shattered into slag, and the heavy object fell on the spot where the statue of the immortal on the ground had been, but its figure was obscured by dust.

Qingsongzi looked intently, and saw a looming figure with four arms: "Isn't the statue of the immortal on the ground already broken into pieces? How could it be?"

A deep voice sounded.

"Wuwei Taoist Temple has become so depressed. It really shouldn't be."

Song Zongwu breathed out, the windows crackled, and dust blew to the outside world, revealing the demonic man with six eyes and four arms.

Qingsongzi fell into a daze and felt that his mind went blank.

Just like Mr. Ye loves dragons, when the Dragon King appears in front of him, Mr. Ye feels fear in his heart when he sees its ferocious appearance.

The zombie was a little angry and angry. Seeing that Song Zong was not breathing, he rushed towards him: "Where did the evil cultivator dare to interfere in Jingzhou? Now that the Rabbit Toad Immortal is about to come to the world, the Wuwei Taoist Temple must be destroyed!!"

"What's this mess?"

"Rabbit and Toad Fairy?"

Song Zongwu narrowed his eyes, reached out and flicked his fingers towards the zombie's head.

Bang!

His head exploded like a watermelon. The extremely powerful demon cultivator in Qing Songzi's eyes was vulnerable to Song Zongwu.

Song Zongwu glanced at the fragments of the immortal statue on the ground and had already guessed that it was Ren Qing's doing.

Compared to the extreme demon cultivators, Wuwei Taoist Temple is indeed more suitable to cooperate with the Jailer Hall, and the techniques they practice are also somewhat similar.

"Shangxian, save us..."

Song Zongwu took a step forward and disappeared into the main hall in an instant.

Qingsongzi crawled to the window on his hands and knees, only to see Song Zongwu walking around the zombies, using his finger as a gun to point between their eyebrows.

The zombies stood there with normal expressions on their faces, as if they were spellbound.

Song Zong went to the bottom of the mountain to support Wu Qun without looking back. Behind him were more than a dozen heads rising into the sky and bodies falling to the ground helplessly.

In front of the mountain road, Wu Qun was in a daze, losing too much blood and was on the verge of death.
To be continued...