Super Fantasy Big Bang

The old Taoist's face was crooked, but he had a unique and detached aura about him, and when he straightened his face, he still looked like that.

"Professor Liu, if you ask me, this is the seventh one. The virus is constantly mutating. It is impossible for us to develop an antidote. Why don't we study how to refine powerful zombies and kill all those monsters?" .”

He was originally a person who specialized in refining zombies, and he could not hold his head high in the Maoshan faction, but he was an existence with a very high seniority.

After suddenly appearing in this world, the virus broke out, and his status naturally rose accordingly. The matter of refining zombies was also directly put on the bright side to study with the official people.

Now with a few apprentices, in this base, he is also a special figure at the second-in-command level.

"Hey, doing scientific research is not something that happens overnight. Anyway, it will be left to you in the end. What are you in a hurry for?"

The old man named Professor Liu is also helpless. They have discovered in their research that this virus outbreak is indeed not just a simple virus spreading.

So far, they have found at least a dozen completely different viruses circulating in Xiaguo.

The antidote for just one virus made them research enough, and they have no clue until now, and these more than a dozen viruses that are constantly mutating...

Perhaps the virus eventually destroyed itself, and they may not be able to develop an antidote.

The persuasion was fruitless, just when the old Taoist was about to go back to see the refining situation of his previous six virions.

Virus No. 7 suddenly became quiet, his figure was fixed in the shape of an ordinary boy, with his head slightly lowered.

His whole body shook, and the immortal rope burst open.

"My magic weapon! How is it possible!"

A heart-wrenching exclamation.

The No. 7 virus in the isolation room moved, everyone was shocked, and his figure quickly fell into the shadow.

In the next second, he suddenly appeared beside the old Taoist priest.

"Run!" Professor Liu was the first to wake up, yelled in horror, and turned around to run away.

However, an icy paw landed on his neck at some point, as long as he took a step forward, the corpse must be separated.

"Taoist priest, are you good at training corpses?"

Virus No. 7's hands turned into two huge dark red claws, wrapping around their necks like a threat.

The old Taoist swallowed, and the cold sweat continued to fall.

"No, no! This is pure rumor! Taoist priest, I am Maoshan..."

"Shut up!" The virus body suddenly shouted out of boredom.

The old Taoist hurriedly covered his mouth with his hands, shaking with fear all over his body.

Those who sent it back said that they dispatched a division of troops to catch this virus body... In the end, they barely subdued it with VX poison...

Damn it, why did I talk so cheaply about refining blood corpses just now!

At this time, he seemed to have seen his own death, and he almost closed his eyes in despair.

"Hehe." The virus body sneered, "Don't worry, I won't kill you, and I'm not the original owner of this body."

"Since you know how to refine corpses, have you ever tried raising ghosts?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The old Taoist nodded hopelessly, "Taoist, I am proficient in other sects! Even in the entire Maoshan Mountain, there is no one who is more powerful than me!"

What he said was the truth. In Maoshan in this world, only he and a few apprentices have extraordinary power... How could anyone be more powerful than him?

"In that case, it's you."

There was a sudden weightlessness under his feet, and before the old Taoist could react, he was directly dragged into the shadow by a black arm.

The virion took a last look at the horrified Professor Liu.

"Presumably you are the official people, and I am Yinggou. From today on, remember this name, and the corpse clan will come to the earth."

After speaking, the virion disappeared into the shadows.

"Win the hook, win the hook..."

"Win the hook—!!"

Professor Liu muttered in a daze, and suddenly woke up with a start.

"It turns out that they spread the virus! No! This matter must be reported!"

………

"My lord... my lord! I am also very good at raising ghosts! You must not kill me!"

Suddenly appeared in a barren hill,

The old Taoist plopped and knelt on the ground, crying with a mournful face.

A crow flew across the sky, and the weeds were rustled by the breeze.

Meng Ke frowned slightly, and said coldly, "If you keep kneeling, don't blame me for actually doing it."

He hated seeing others kneel down, begging and humble.

The old Taoist hurriedly got up and stood up straight suddenly, but felt that something was wrong, so he bent down mockingly.

"I don't know what your majesty's order is? Refining corpses and raising ghosts, I am the best old Taoist!"

If those senior brothers in his original world would definitely rather die than surrender at this time, they would cut off a piece of the devil's flesh before dying.

But he was different, he had never experienced what a decent sense of honor was in the sect.

A person who raises ghosts and refines corpses, if Maoshan didn't have this inheritance, those Taoist priests who clamor every day to eliminate demons and defend Taoism should get rid of him.

Meng Ke ignored him, staring straight at the wilderness not far away.

The old Taoist stared blankly, followed his gaze, and slowly looked forward.

"Shusha~~!"

The wind blows the weeds, and bursts of cold breath pass through his body.

The already dark sky was already covered with dark clouds, and the thick clouds blocked the scorching sun.

After hesitating for a while, the old Taoist took out two leaves and wiped them fiercely on his eyelids.

Open your eyes again.

Under the pressure of the dark clouds, a gigantic ball of light slowly rose from the shadows, and a gust of wind surrounded it.

The old Taoist stared intently at it again. The next second, he sat down on the ground in embarrassment, his eyes widened in horror.

"This...all are human souls!!!"

Tens of millions of souls are compressed and squeezed into this sphere. Even if the soul is just a kind of energy, it still makes this sphere of light as huge and boundless as thousands of meters!

The old Taoist opened his mouth wide, watching the ball of light slowly squeeze out from the shadows.

In the end, he looked up at the sky, and the ball of light occupied all his vision in front of him.

The soul contained in it seems to have robbed all the ghosts in the legendary eighteen hells.

"This..." The old Taoist was speechless. The people he had met in his life did not have so many souls in this ball of light!

Then, he looked at Meng Ke with even more frightened eyes, his hands trembled violently, and he almost fainted from suffocation.

Seeing the abnormality of the old Taoist priest, Meng Ke said lightly:

"These are just a part. If you can't do it, then I can only kill you and try it myself."

Stared at by that cold gaze, the old Taoist felt cold all over his body, he hurriedly stood up and said quickly:

"All right, all right! As long as you give me time! I will definitely show you a satisfied army of ghosts!"

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