146: Little Taoist Priest: I have seen through the future. Ye Chen will be the nurse and I will be the support...

Zhou Yang and the others arrived in Bingcheng.

They exited the airport and boarded a helicopter that Shen Xueling had arranged, flying towards the outskirts.

They arrived in a mountain forest.

"Ghost qi? And demon qi?"

Zhang Xiao looked up ahead, where a five-mile radius was completely enveloped in dark clouds.

"That's my family's place!"

Third Huang quickly shouted, "It looks like my Father and Mother and those japanese people are fighting fiercely. Little Celestial Master, quickly go help my Father and Mother!"

Zhang Xiao frowned slightly, "No, it's not just ghost qi, there's also heroic qi?"

"Heroic qi?"

Uncle Yang slapped Zhang Xiao's head, "Are your eyes blind?"

"Where would the japanese people'sWeird have heroic qi?"

"If your eyes are useless, dig them out!"

Uncle Yang snorted coldly.

Zhang Xiao: (｡•﹃•｡)

No, Brother, there really is heroic qi ahead!

Everyone quickly moved through the forest, then stared dumbfounded.

"Brother, I was wrong about you!"

"There really is heroic qi!"

Uncle Yang took a deep breath, "Why are you standing there, go!"

"We can't let the martyrs fight even after death!"

Uncle Yang charged forward first.

Everyone else followed without hesitation, also charging forward.

Ahead was a group of Weasels, a group of foxes, a group of snakes, a group of rats, and a group of hedgehogs!

Except for the snakes, all these animals stood upright.

Each of them was at least the size of a ten-year-old child.

As for the snakes, their bodies were even longer.

The Five Immortals of the Northeast: Fox, Weasel, White, Willow, Gray!

Opposite them was a group of strange beings dressed in japanese military uniforms.

They were all howling, their mouths full of 'baga'.

To the side, there was another group of strange beings holding large broadswords, each radiating heroic qi.

They were dressed in tattered military uniforms.

These were... the martyrs of my Xia Kingdom from the Anti-Japanese War!

The three parties were in a chaotic battle, with the Five Immortals of the Northeast and the Xia Kingdom martyrs fighting fiercely against the japanese people's strange beings.

"Bastards, die!"

Lin Feng, with a wave of his hand, sent out sword qi that directly slashed down.

Chu Lingtian punched out, his blood qi condensing into a blood dragon, sweeping across the battlefield.

Xiao Fan's aura of fighting against heaven and earth shook the firmament.

Zhang Xiao scattered countless talismans, and raging fire and lightning wreaked havoc.

Han Ling transformed into a shadow, taking out one enemy with each strike.

Ye Chen's silver needles flashed, emitting streaks of silver light.

Xia Tian said nothing, his golden light brilliant.

Zhou Yang stood silently at the back.

Uncle Yang shook his head, then opened his mouth and inhaled.

Endless resentment gathered towards him, all of it swallowed into his mouth.

The Five Immortals of the Northeast and the Xia Kingdom martyrs were momentarily stunned, then continued their charge!

No matter where these people came from, anyone who killed the japanese people's strange beings with them was a good person!

"Baga!"

A strange being, who looked like a colonel from the japanese people, turned around and roared, "Who are you people?"

"Baga your head!"

Uncle Yang stomped his foot and shot out, bypassing the strange being and landing in front of him.

"Saying I'm your ancestor, I'd feel disgusted!"

Uncle Yang said grimly.

"Baga, you guy, die!"

The strange being raised his japanese sword and slashed down.

Clang!

Sparks flew.

Uncle Yang didn't even lift an eyelid.

"You dog, do you know what a zombie is?"

A silvery light flickered in Uncle Yang's eyes.

"You're a zombie?"

"Baga!"

"Damn zombie, why are you joining the fun?"

The strange being roared and slashed again.

Uncle Yang reached out, grabbed the strange being's neck, and pressed him to the ground.

"Filthy bloodline, filthy soul..."

"Even eating it feels disgusting!"

Uncle Yang opened his mouth and inhaled, and the strange being's resentment gathered, like a vast river, pouring madly into Uncle Yang's mouth.

Zhou Yang strolled over, reached out, gathered spiritual power, and formed a longsword.

He took out one japanese person with each sword strike, continuing to stroll forward.

Lin Feng pointed to the east, "Old Zhou, there are people over there!"

Zhou Yang nodded lightly, about to walk forward!

"Young Master, stop!"

Uncle Yang coldly shouted, "I'll go!"

He leaped high, shooting forward, "Don't kill them, wait for Old Yang to absorb their resentment, then let my stupid younger brother arrange a set of Samadhi True Fire for them!"

"Good!"

Lin Feng and the others laughed heartily.

Zhang Xiao silently retreated three steps.

He took out a talisman and placed it in the sky.

The resentment of the strange beings knocked to the ground by Lin Feng and the others, which should have dispersed, was all absorbed by the talisman.

"For Brother, I've sacrificed so much!"

Zhang Xiao sighed.

Who would believe it if he said it?

I, the dignified Little Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, am now helping a zombie collect resentment.

I'm the Little Celestial Master, yet I've become specialized in cleanup.

Ye Yazi, Ye Chen, although he's a healer, healers can also fight.

But I can only provide a one-stop cleanup service.

A scene flashed through Zhang Xiao's mind.

In the future, when encountering enemies... Brothers will rush forward, and I'll be cooped up on the side, guarding the world.

Then I'll sweep up, directly providing a soul-scattering package.

Zhang Xiao: Will my future self fall to such a state?

In the future, will Brothers jungle, Ye Chen heal, and I play support?

No, I must strive to improve!

Where are the evil cultivators?

Come out, capture Zhou Yang to refine his soul!

I want to protect Zhou Yang!

Uncle Yang moved like a rabbit and a falcon, directly shooting out a thousand meters.

A middle-aged man in his fifties leaned against a tree, a black tattered cloth fluttering in his hand, shimmering with black qi.

"Why are there another group of people?"

The middle-aged man frowned deeply.

"Damn it, these Five Immortals are so hard to kill..."

"If we used the flesh, blood, and souls of the Five Immortals to refine blood and souls, how much would our cultivation improve!"

"First, a group of old soldier souls suddenly revived, and now another group of people has appeared!"

"Bastards!"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly.

Uncle Yang swooped down with a whoosh.

Their eyes met.

"Sun Pu?"

Uncle Yang suddenly said.

"You are..."

Sun Pu stared blankly at Uncle Yang, then suddenly exclaimed, "Yang Dianfeng!"

"The Young Master said you've reappeared?"

Sun Pu shouted, "You really dare to come to the Northeast! What, wearing colored contacts to pretend to be a big shot?"

"You're the one wearing colored contacts, my eyes are their original color!"

Uncle Yang spat.

"Beast of the Xuanming Sect!"

Silver light flickered in Uncle Yang's eyes, "The revival of these japanese people's strange beings, was it your doing?"

"So what if it was?"

Sun Pu coldly shouted, "Yang Dianfeng, you're already crippled..."

Uncle Yang grabbed his head and pressed it to the ground.

Sun Pu: "..."

No, wasn't he crippled by the Old Ancestor more than twenty years ago?

"The great disciple of the Xuanming Sect back then..."

"His cultivation, Grandmaster Peak!"

"Twenty years later, he's already at Martial Dao Foundation Establishment!"

"Pity, his foundation is unstable, all forcibly elevated!"

"The secret realm you found seems pretty good!"

Uncle Yang stomped on Sun Pu's head and snatched the tattered cloth.

"This is what controls that group of strange beings, right?"

"Refined with the blood of countless people!"

Uncle Yang suddenly exerted force, and with a ripping sound, tore it directly in half.

"I was wondering why the japanese people's strange beings in the Northeast were reviving so quickly..."

"So it was you guys secretly fueling it!"

Uncle Yang exerted force.

Sun Pu opened his mouth and directly got a mouthful of dirt.

Uncle Yang squatted down, looking at Sun Pu with a half-smile.

Sun Pu looked up in confusion, "Impossible, Yang Dianfeng, you were crippled by the Old Ancestor back then."

"Your meridians were severed, your dao techniques broken, your cultivation obliterated, how could you..."

Sun Pu shouted in horror, "How could you..."

"Damn it, I'm a zombie now!"

"Haven't you seen such a handsome zombie?"