Main Text Chapter 53 Miaofa Temple (VIII)

The boss lady and others looked surprised and terrified. They all looked at Miao Yi and heard that he wanted to hold the female ghost alone so that they could get away smoothly. However, with his cultivation level, it was hard to predict what the consequences would be.

The boss lady looked at Miao Yi with a look that finally lost the hint of teasing. Such cultivators were rare in the cultivation world.

Men may not feel it, but in the eyes of women, men should be like this!

"No." The woman in red shook her head and said, "It's been quiet here for a long time. Since you are here, you should all stay!" There was no room for negotiation in her tone.

Miao Yi's face was slightly cold. Seeing the other party's look, he was afraid that it would be useless to say anything. He raised his gun and prepared for battle, saying word by word: "What if we don't stay?"

The woman in red looked at her slender fingers playing the pipa, shook her head slightly and said: "Since we are here, is it up to you?"

Miao Yi slowly held the gun with both hands, and pressed the proprietress and others behind him to retreat together: "You retreat to the temple and leave from the backyard."

As soon as he finished speaking, the proprietress immediately waved behind her, and several people turned around and ran away without hesitation.

They all ran into the temple, but did not leave. They all hid behind the broken window sill and watched the movement outside.

"Dangdangdang..." The red-dressed woman's ten fingers moved quickly, the sound of the pipa suddenly became urgent, she looked up and stared at Miao Yi coldly and said: "You have to stay even if you don't want to."

Miao Yi stabbed the spear and shouted: "Let us go, you and I will live in peace, otherwise even if we perish together, I will eliminate you, this evil ghost."

"You want to eliminate me with your cultivation of the first level of white lotus? If you don't kill those two people, I might still be afraid of you..." The red-dressed woman snorted and sneered twice.

Miao Yi's eyebrow spiritual platform has been used with Lingyin mud, and the other party can still know his cultivation. Obviously, this female ghost has heard a lot of things before, no wonder she appeared at this time.

The red-dressed woman's slender ten fingers suddenly moved faster, the clanging sound of the pipa, clanging and rushing in the temple, and immediately the sound of water splashing in the two ponds was heard.

Miao Yi quickly looked around coldly, and saw bald zombies crawling out one by one. It can be vaguely seen that the clothes covered with mud and waterweed on the zombies seem to be monk robes.

All turned into zombies. I don't know how many years have passed, but the clothes haven't rotted yet.

Bald head? Monk robes? Could these zombies be the monks in the original temple? Miao Yi was shocked. Could it be that all the monks in the temple were killed by this female ghost?

Soon, hundreds of dripping zombies staggered over, each of them unrecognizable, baring their teeth and claws.

The sound of the pipa changed again, and hundreds of zombies seemed to have received an order. They howled and bypassed the red-dressed woman sitting on the mugwort, and ran towards Miao Yi like a torrent.

"Why don't you leave!" Miao Yi shouted angrily at the few people who were peeking in the temple without looking back.

There was no time to say more, a group of zombies had bared their teeth and claws and besieged them desperately.

The proprietress and others were indifferent and continued to watch the fun.

Although these zombies were not powerful, they were extremely powerful and could break through the magic defense of low-level monks. They were not afraid of pain, life and death, and were extremely vicious.

A White Lotus Rank 1 cultivator cannot handle hundreds of zombies, even a White Lotus Rank 2 cultivator would be in trouble.

They seemed to want to see how many zombies Miao Yi could knock down.

Miao Yi moved like a rabbit in an instant, and the silver spear in his hand shot out a cold light, and with one shot, he stabbed a zombie that rushed towards him and sent it flying.

The spear returned and the spear came out, and with one spear in hand, the spears rained down, and the cold light was rapid.

Almost in an instant, the dozen zombies that rushed forward with their fangs and claws were sent flying by the cold light of the spears.

However, the fearless ones behind continued to rush forward, but they could not break through the cold net of the silver spear in Miao Yi's hand.

However, with the control of the red-clothed woman's pipa sound, hundreds of zombies no longer concentrated their attacks, but dispersed to the surroundings, surrounded Miao Yi from all directions, and attacked together, which made the watching proprietress and others worried.

What bothered Miao Yi the most was that he could not kill the zombies even though he shot them in the heart. The zombies that were thrown away stood up again and continued to attack him.

The zombies whose legs were cut off continued to crawl on the ground, giving people the feeling that they were completely invincible.

In this situation, even if he was not killed by these zombies, he would be exhausted to death, not to mention that there was a female ghost who was staring at him and had not yet made a move.

This was also due to his lack of experience in dealing with zombies.

However, after Miao Yi shot a zombie in the head, he found the experience of dealing with zombies. This is practical experience, which is more valuable than anything else!

The zombie that was shot in the head fell to the ground and struggled with his limbs, but could no longer get up.

As soon as he found the flaw, the silver spear in Miao Yi's hand immediately showed no mercy, and pierced more than a dozen zombie heads in succession like breaking melons.

The red-clothed woman's eyes flashed coldly, and the sound of the pipa was as urgent as soul-stirring and life-threatening.

"Huh..."

A group of zombies roared and rushed madly from all directions.

There was no way for so many zombies to squeeze together and attack. Those who couldn't squeeze forward jumped up bravely. Dozens of zombies rushed over, instantly putting Miao Yi in extreme danger.

The scholar, the cook and others quickly turned their heads to look at the proprietress, but the proprietress looked at him indifferently without any expression.

She noticed Miao Yi's sharp eyes like a hawk at that moment. He was calm and composed, and there was no fear on his face. Instead, he looked more fierce and resolute.

She was surprised to find that Miao Yi actually closed his eyes at the moment when the zombies attacked.

Lao Bai said that for a cultivator at your stage, the more confused you are, the easier it is to make errors in vision, which will confuse your eyes and make inappropriate judgments, so he asked Miao Yi to stand under the waterfall with his eyes covered.

A burst of cold light suddenly shot out in Miao Yi's hand, and the silver spear in his hand quickly stabbed and flew, and the whole person quickly rotated and shot out the gun in the encirclement of zombies.

And he shot out quickly with his eyes closed.

He found the feeling of stabbing quickly with his eyes covered under the rapids of the waterfall, and the feeling of facing thousands of "tyrant fish" besieged in the deep sea.

At this time, he had no emotional color at all, only a single connection between the target and the gun in his hand, and he only needed to break the target.

Hundreds of zombies rushed one after another, jumping up and down crazily.

Miao Yi, who was surrounded by people, could hardly see the human figure, but the cold light of the surrounded silver spear never showed any signs of stopping.

The cold light stabbed up and down and in all directions, calmly, decisively, ruthlessly, steadily, and accurately, and the zombies that were shot in the head flew backwards one by one, or knocked over the zombies that rushed behind.

The scene was extremely shocking, regardless of the strength, just like hundreds of tigers attacking a sheep, but the sheep showed the momentum of a single man against ten thousand men.

The scholar and others looked solemn and looked at the proprietress again. They didn't know if the proprietress felt the same as them. At this moment, they felt the word "tragic" stuck in their chests.

"Good boy! Good courage! Good spirit!" the scholar muttered.