In Eastern movies, zombies usually look stiff, with sharp black nails, green faces and fangs, ferocious and terrifying looks, and pale skin.
It cannot speak human language and can only roar. It hides in damp and dark places such as coffins and caves during the day.
It absorbs the Yang energy of living people, but is afraid of sunlight, sticky rice and fire.
These zombies often appear together with Maoshan Taoist priests, who often use Maoshan magic to subdue the zombies.
The descriptions and images of these Maoshan Taoists are quite similar to those of the Heshan Taoist monks.
However, unlike the Maoshan sect that upholds righteousness and wards off evil, the reputation of Heshan Dao in the world of Jambu is not really good.
Among the 72 methods of the Heshan Sutra, all of them are ways to take people's souls and lives, refine magical instruments, and practice evil methods.
Take the Five Poisons White Bone Banner for example, this spell uses extremely strong poisons to harm people. The bones of these people contain poisonous fumes, which are then used to make a long banner. Just wave it at someone and they will be poisoned on the spot. Within a cup of tea, the person will be turned into a pool of blood. It is also known as the Corpse-Transforming White Bone Banner.
This vicious method is only ranked 37th among the 72 methods in the Heshan Sutra. You can imagine what is recorded in the Heshan Sutra.
The method of refining corpses ranks sixth among them. Many disciples of Heshan Taoism will refine corpse armor to protect themselves when they go down the mountain to train.
The viciousness of the armored corpses that guard the Heshan Dao lies in the fact that, in addition to the refining method, the Heshan Taoists often let the armored corpses graze.
Zombies feed on blood. If you want to increase their strength, you often need to feed them with human blood.
The Heshan Taoists do not care about the lives of mortals when they herd zombies.
In the world of Jambu, there was once a monk from Heshan Taoism who massacred six cities in a row and directly destroyed a small country in order to refine a golden armored corpse.
Although this evil cultivator of Heshan Dao was finally subdued by a passing Buddhist monk, the resentment of six cities and a million people directly turned the area of a hundred miles into a ghost town.
In the training cave, all thirty-six vertical coffins have been opened.
At this time, all the thirty-six armored corpses were looking up at the sky.
The pale blue moonlight shone in from the silver crystal above the cave and was swallowed into the mouths of these armored corpses.
At this time, the thirty-six zombies had become stiff, and their exposed skin was as red as iron, emitting a dead black luster.
According to the records in the Heshan Sutra, these armored corpses of Tang and Song have reached the level of iron-armored corpses. They cannot be harmed by ordinary swords and knives, and can even withstand some ordinary magic weapons.
With one leap he could cover a distance of more than ten feet, swift as the wind, and tearing tigers and leopards apart as if it were child's play.
But this was not enough. Tang Song walked to the altar and looked at the piles of corpses among the white bones in the abyss with his eyes flashing.
Over the past year and a half, the bodies of all the people who died violently in New York were gathered here.
Use their flesh and blood to feed zombies, and use their resentment of death to refine skeleton monsters.
With the flesh and blood of more than 20,000 people, Tang Song cultivated thirty-six alien armored corpses and hundreds of skeleton monsters in one and a half years!
This is the true way to protect the Dao in the Tang and Song dynasties.
In the world of Jambu, cultivators seek immortality, and other means of killing are all ways to protect the way. There is nothing to be done, as there are too many obstacles on the road to immortality.
Those who fight against the sky and contend against the earth and whose killing methods are not powerful have long turned into white bones.
Ordinary people living in such a world could be turned into ashes at any time by the aftermath of a battle between two monks.
Logically speaking, after coming to the Marvel world from the Yama world, Tang Song should have let go of the sense of crisis in his heart, but the frequent super villains and world-destroying disasters in the Marvel world kept Tang Song's heart on edge.
After experiencing this once, Tang Song never wanted to experience the feeling of having his fate controlled by other people's thoughts again!
“Not enough!”
Tang Song looked at the iron-armored corpse under the moonlight, and saw brass-colored spots beginning to appear. He stretched out his hand and let the moonlight shine on his palm.
The fingers of his right hand stretched out to form a sword finger, and a nearly meter-long, illusory and hazy sword shadow suddenly appeared. Countless tiny flashes were wrapped around the sword body, as bright as a comet.
Tang Song's fingers slid down gently, and the sword energy flashed. An arm of an armored corpse broke directly into two pieces, and the broken end was as smooth as a mirror.
Tang Song was dissatisfied and said to himself: "What a pity, even if we use the strong werewolves as materials, the strength of the iron armored corpse is not as good as the bronze armored corpse. Ordinary rifles are no problem, but it is still useless if we want to resist heavy sniper rifles and artillery shells!"
But we can change our way of thinking, Tang Song looked at the armored corpse with one arm missing, touched his chin and thought.
… …
The underground world of New York has been in turmoil during this period.
First, the rules of the Continental Hotel were broken, a bounty was issued, a large number of killers were dispatched, and gun battles continued throughout New York.
Then, the New York arms tycoon Vigo disappeared, leaving a large blank in the arms market. Many gangs were eager to take advantage of this piece of fat meat.
It was a turbulent time, and the most outrageous thing was that someone even offended the underground emperor of New York - Kingpin.
… …
Lai En said in a low voice in the car:
"Boss, I'm afraid Jin Bing is anxious. His subordinates have been attacked three times in a row, and a large amount of goods have been lost. This time he has called together the big and small gangs in New York. It seems that he wants us to help."
Tang Song looked indifferent and said with a smile:
"It's interesting that the emperor of the New York underground is afraid of a few mysterious people! However, this unknown hero chose to take action at this time, which is more beneficial to us!"
"How are Kane and Frank doing?"
Lai En prepared a glass of wine and handed it to Tang Song. Tang Song took it and asked casually.
Lai En nodded and said:
"It went smoothly. Vigo is in our hands. Kane and his men easily dealt with his uncle's men and are currently taking over the weapons depot there!"
Tang Song tasted the red wine and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Let Frank come back first, and Lai En recruit people from the underground world. We have too few good guys to use now!"
Lai En narrowed his eyes excitedly and said with a hint of chill, "Boss, are we going to do something big? I know a lot of veterans, and they're all good fighters!"
"We need eighty good fighters," Tang Song said with a cunning smile, "and some peripheral personnel!"
The stretched Rolls-Royce slowly stopped, and Lai En opened the door for Tang Song. Tang Song walked out slowly, raised his head, and where he stood was the door of a super luxurious nightclub.
This is the most luxurious nightclub in all of New York, without a doubt, because its owner is Wilson Grant Fisk, who also has another name - Kingpin!
Just like an ancient emperor would not allow his subjects' houses to be larger than his own palace, in the underground world of New York, no one has the courage to provoke Kingpin.
Tang Song took a walking stick from Lai En and walked straight into the nightclub.
Lai En followed with two big German men, making no effort to hide the bulging weapons on his body.
Two tall black men greeted the guests at the staircase leading to the second floor. After a slight bow, they said to Tang Song, "I'm sorry, our boss said that we can't bring weapons up there. Please..."
Before he could finish his words, Lai En rushed up and punched him on the right shoulder. People in the hall and the corridor on the second floor heard the sound of bones breaking, and the black man fell to his knees and screamed.
"Is this the attitude that Kingpin takes when he asks for help? Lai En, kill him!"
The arms business that Tang and Song were going to do in the future would undoubtedly offend a large number of people. If they wanted to scare off the hyenas that were trying to steal their food, killing a lion to establish their authority was undoubtedly the best way.
What Tang Song is doing now is to establish his prestige. What could be better than slapping Jin Bing in the face to establish his authority in the underworld
Lai En grinned grimly and stretched out his big hairy hand to strangle the black man's neck.
A loud shout came from above: "Stop... Tang? You are too presumptuous!"
Tang Song raised his eyes and took a glance. The person who spoke was a bald man in a leather jacket. He had a rough face and a big target painted on his forehead as if it was a child's play. It made people want to shoot him.
Bullseye, the top general under Kingpin, is said to be an expert in the art of dart throwing, and anything can be turned into a deadly weapon in his hands.
There have always been rumors in the underground world that this guy is a mutant and has the ability to hit the target with every shot.
Tang Song tapped his cane and looked at Bullseye: "Mr. Wilson invited people to a banquet and arranged for his men to search the guests. This is a bit unreasonable!"
A cold light flashed in Bull's Eye's eyes as he stared at Tang Song, his hand reaching for the row of throwing knives at his waist.
"Laister, please ask Mr. Tang to come up!" A deep voice suddenly sounded, and behind Bullseye, a figure as huge as a mountain turned and left, leaving only a back and a cold look staring at Tang Song.
Compared to this figure, Bullseye seemed like a doll.
Tang Song laughed, took his people upstairs, and followed Bullseye into a huge conference room.
At this moment, seven or eight people were already sitting down at the long round table. Behind them, more than thirty guys with fat faces were standing in all shapes and sizes.