C14 The heavens destroy me

Although the purple-armored zombie was burned by the netherworld nether flame of the old Daoist's sword, it was, after all, a top-level zombie that was hard to come across in hundreds of years. While it knew that it was hopeless, it also injected a wisp of its soul consciousness into the woman in red's body, directly triggering the red-clothed female's Corpse Transformation.

The old Daoist turned pale with fright. Dealing with this purple armored zombie had consumed all of his blood and spiritual energy, let alone a zombie, even if a normal person stood here, he would not be able to fight back.

When he turned his head to look at the purple-armored zombie again, he saw that its face had suddenly revealed a sinister smile. Then, the layer of blue flames surrounding the purple-armored zombie soared high into the sky, causing the purple-armored zombie to burn with crackling sounds. In a blink of an eye, it had turned into ashes.

It was a pity that before she could do anything evil, she was burnt to ashes by this old Taoist priest with the Nine NetherYin Flames. Even her soul had been incinerated, completely annihilated, and she would no longer exist in this world. Once her soul was destroyed, she would no longer have the chance to undergo six cycles of reincarnation.

However, it had awoken the woman in red before her soul had disappeared, turning her into a zombie. It didn't wait for the old Daoist to take back his treasured sword, and it immediately jumped towards him.

However, this was only an ordinary zombie. Normally, if the old Taoist was here to deal with such a zombie, he could easily take care of her in just three or five moves. But now, the old Taoist was completely powerless.

"Even if the heavens were to perish, I'd still …" The old Daoist called out in a low voice, his heart as dead as ashes.

However, he still subconsciously slashed his sword towards the woman in red.

In the blink of an eye, she had already sent the sword in the old Daoist Priest's hand flying. Along with him, the old Daoist Priest once again slammed into a wall.

After that, the woman in red jumped over once more and grabbed the old Daoist's shoulder, lifting him up. The poor old Daoist had used up all of his exceptional cultivation, and was no longer able to fight back. The ten sharp nails in the woman in red's hands stabbed into his flesh, deep to the bone, hurting the muscles on his face until they started to twitch.

The red-clothed female transformed into a zombie and immediately let out a loud roar. It opened its mouth, revealing its fangs, and rushed to bite down on the old Daoist's neck.

It was known to the world that zombies drank human blood, just like humans who had to eat when they were hungry. However, zombies did not just drink human blood, in fact, wolves, dogs, and pigs could also fill the stomachs of zombies, but humans' blood was superior compared to those animals' blood, because human beings were the spirits of all living things.

Ordinary human blood was definitely delicious food for zombies, but for a Daoist being blood, especially an old Daoist with a high cultivation, his blood was not as simple as delicious food. It was practically a great tonic, like one where ordinary people would be able to eat wild thousand year old ginseng in one go.

This was extremely useful for zombies to raise their cultivation experience and nourish their soul.

Therefore, the woman in red turned into a zombie. It couldn't wait to open its gaping maw and bite down on the old Taoist's neck.

The old Daoist Priest was riddled with wounds. He no longer had any strength left, as if he felt that resistance was no longer necessary. He closed his eyes and waited for the woman in red to bite down on his teeth and end his life.

Just as the old Daoist closed his eyes and waited to die, he suddenly heard a desperate roar. The red-clothed female turned into a zombie did not bite down because the old Daoist did not feel the slightest bit of pain. He slowly opened his eyes and discovered an incredible scene.

A sword appeared from the chest of that zombie. It passed through its chest and even reached its own chest.

The person holding the sword was the young disciple that he had sent away!

He actually came back!

"Master... If you want to leave, let's leave together! " The Daoist's face was filled with unquestionable decisiveness and tenacity.

Then, the little Daoist took out a talisman and placed it on the back of the female zombie. The female zombie couldn't stop trembling and couldn't let out any more howls. Her entire body emitted green smoke as her body fell to the side.

Immediately after, the old Daoist fell to the ground. Blood flowed profusely from the gaping wound on his shoulder, staining his robe blood-red.

The little Taoist took out the peach wood sword from the body of the red-clothed female zombie, rushed to the old Taoist's side, and said with concern: "Master … Are you okay? "

His eyes stared at the Cosmic Bag that had fallen to the side. The Daoist immediately understood and walked to the side of the Cosmic Bag and took out a few small medicine bottles from within. He held them with both hands and knelt in front of his Master, asking, "Master, which bottle do you want to use?"

The old Daoist looked at the white porcelain bottle and immediately opened it, taking out a few black pills and placing them in his master's mouth. The old Daoist then sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes, and after about the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the old Daoist opened his eyes again.

The old Daoist coughed twice and spat out a mouthful of blood. He then looked at the little Daoist and said unhappily, "Stinky brat …" Didn't I send you off? Who told you to come back! "

The Daoist lowered his head and said, "Master …" "I was picked up by you since I was young, you took me like your own son, how could I bear to see you in danger by yourself? Although I can't help you out much, as long as I can stay by Master's side, even if it means dying with you …"