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It seemed that old woman Wang's cultivation was not any lower than his when she was alive. Even he was unable to achieve such a feat with such a fast speed, the old Daoist thought to himself.

At this moment, the purple-armored zombie was standing in a pile of broken pieces of wood, as if freeing itself from the coffin made him feel extremely comfortable. He couldn't help but to open his hands, and a burst of humming sounds came from his throat, as ear-piercing as an owl's.

The purple-armored zombie had a pair of oily green eyes. It turned its head and looked at the old Taoist in the corner. There was a look of contempt in its eyes, as if it didn't care about anything in this world.

The purple-armored zombie stared at her for a long time, as if the air had caught fire. Then, it said with a cold voice, "Where did you get that bad Taoist from? You almost ruined my plan. Do you know what your fate is?"

The old Daoist slowly stood up from the ground and shook the horsetail whisk in his hand, placing it on his shoulder. Towards this purple-armored zombie, this old Daoist did not even have a sliver of victory over him, so he could only try his best to persuade him, "Lady Wang, when you were alive, you had your own cultivation, how could you take this step? All cultivators know that there is a cause and effect to all evil in this world, and that if you commit too much evil, you will be punished by the heavens. You have been known to have committed evil deeds while you were alive, and you still had to plan to commit evil after your death, and your soul will inevitably scatter after doing so. Why don't you listen to this poor man's advice, drop the perseverance in your heart, and reincarnate into your next life as a good person.

Without waiting for the old Taoist to finish speaking, the purple-armored zombie let out another burst of owl-like laughter and said with hatred, "Since this old one has decided to transform into a purple-armored zombie, I have already thought of everything. "Old Daoist, don't be long-winded, just now this old body was almost destroyed by you, and was unable to complete the transformation. If I recite that you and this old body were cultivators before you died, then this old body can let you go and quickly leave. Otherwise, I'll definitely kill you on the spot!"

The old Taoist's expression became cold, and he said: "And why are you doing this? He couldn't be an enemy to the whole world, could he? "If I don't get rid of you today, there will always be a cultivator in this world who can tame you. When that time comes, you will be filled with blood and debts, and I'm afraid I won't be as merciful …"

The purple-armored zombie let out a muffled roar, and fiercely said, "I hate him …" "Although I was a bit disrespectful when I was alive, I never killed anyone, but those little bastards always made things difficult for me, telling me what kind of monster I am, dragging me out to fight every single day, even getting beaten up half to death. A few days ago, I even spat out blood from my mouth and was on the verge of death, but my body and mind were both unwilling, so I used my technique to cultivate into a purple-armored zombie, wanting to kill all those who bullied me."

"When are we going to avenge this injustice?" "Why don't you put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot? Otherwise, no one will be able to help you …" The old Taoist once again tried his best to persuade him.

"You should think about how to help yourself. You have three counts of time, hurry up and get out of here. Otherwise, the first person this old one wants to kill will be you!" The purple-armored zombie angrily looked at the old Taoist with a pair of green, oily eyes full of killing intent.

The old Daoist immediately felt his body turn cold, as if his body was about to be frozen. He truly deserved to be called a purple-armored zombie. Even before he made his move, his imposing manner was still able to suppress his opponent.

However, the old Daoist was not afraid. He asked in a deep voice, "So you're saying that you are determined to persist in your wrongdoings?"

"So what if I am? This old one doesn't want to see you leave, so just die here! "

The moment the words left his mouth, the purple-armored zombie's ferocious nature exploded. Its body flashed and crashed into the old Daoist like a heavy truck. A strong wind blew against his face, blowing his white hair in all directions.

There were ten sharp nails on the hands of the purple-armored zombie, and they were flickering with a cold and murderous light, as sharp as daggers. Moreover, these nails contained a strong poison, once it cut into the flesh, it would infect the flesh and turn the body into a zombie.

He raised the horsetail whisk in his hand high up and whipped it towards the Violet Armored Zombie's back.

This horsetail whisk was naturally not an ordinary magic tool. It had been passed down for at least a thousand years, and countless demons and ghosts had been subdued within it. It contained the noble aura of a daoist.

However, that purple armored zombie was not that easy to deal with, not only did it have a strong body, it also had an extremely fast speed. When the old Daoist hit his horsetail whisk, that purple armored zombie seemed to have eyes on its back, and with a flash, it dodged the flying horsetail whisk hit by the old Daoist, but it was already too late for the old Daoist to dodge, so he immediately waved his palm towards the purple armored zombie's chest. However, his palm missed its chest, and hit its shoulder instead.

The old Daoist's back hit the wall, causing several deep fissures to appear. He could not help but feel a sweetness in his throat as he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Not only that, the old Daoist even felt a sharp pain from the palm he had just thrown out, as if it was on fire. He raised his hand to take a look, only to see that his hand was covered with small and fragmented wounds, and the purple-armored zombie's entire body was covered with purple scales that resembled the scales of a fish. Those scales had scratched his palm, but he didn't know if there was corpse poison on those scales.

The zombie sneered at the old Taoist, "I told you to scram, but you refused. How about it, now you regret it, right? However, it's too late for regret. This old one has already given you a chance, if you don't treasure it, then I will leave your old life behind! "

With that, the Violet Armored Zombie once again leaped toward the old Daoist Priest. The old Daoist Priest squinted his eyes and took out two yellow paper talismans from his sleeve, throwing them towards the Violet Armored Zombie.