Seeing a group of jumping zombies coming towards him, Alang habitually summoned the Yuanling Doudou. Thinking that Doudou had transformed into the ghost king of all realms, Alang directly used the ghost shadow taught by his grandfather to avoid it.
"That's not right, I can still release spiritual attacks without Doudou. I am a master in the spiritual realm!" A Lang avoided the zombies while recalling the previous methods of dealing with the zombies in front of him. Thinking that no matter how weak he was, he could still be considered a spiritual monk, so Alang directly used his spiritual vision to check the spiritual pool in his body. The ghostly shadows of the movement and spiritual skills gifted by the Ghost King of All Realms are suspended in the Alang Spirit Pond as always, exuding a warm and jade-like color, and the dark black ancient fonts reveal an extraordinary grade. However, in A Lang's heart, the supreme spiritual skills in the spiritual pool were worthless and even extremely annoying. At this moment, A Lang was most concerned about whether there was a source of spiritual power in his spiritual pool to call upon.
After a quick scan, Alang found a gray spiritual power branch as thick as an arm in a corner of his spiritual pool, "Huh? What's going on? When did I absorb this spiritual power? Why is it gray? With the poison attribute Is it related? Even the poison attribute spiritual power is different from the previous poison attribute spiritual power! No matter, as long as it can be used, that's it, we can't waste it, how can we not waste it... We have it!" A Lang lowered Move your footsteps, twist and turn, and lure the zombies chasing you to the center of the square.
"It's almost done. You can't use the fireball technique. It will burn too fast and there will be no reward. So which move should I use? Baizhang Strike? Shoot one arrow at a time. It's too tiring. No way. Hydrotherapy? Treat them? Unless I'm crazy. No, this trick won't work either. Turtle Defense Technique? Thinking about the old bastard makes me upset, so I eliminated this trick directly. Then only the Grass Control Technique is left, eh...that's it." After thinking about it for a while, A Lang directly formed a seal with his hands, and put the spirit The gray spiritual power source in the pool was guided to the two index fingers of his right hand, and then he shouted softly, "Tian Yufu, the art of controlling grass!".
Following Ah Lang's slight scolding, countless gray grass ropes as thick as fingers dropped from the sky in the Zombie Square. After the grass ropes appeared, they went straight to the zombies that were jumping on the ground. "Eh~, this straw rope is too thin, but there will be quite a lot of it, so just use it." Just when Alang was commenting on the effect of his spiritual skills, countless grass ropes dropped from the sky and covered everything on the ground. The zombies entangled one after another, and then with a swipe sound, hundreds of zombies were lifted into the air by straw ropes. The zombies tied into cocoons struggled one by one, but no matter how hard they struggled, they could not escape from the restraints of the straw ropes.
"Hey, what kind of shape is this? A giant swing? This swing isn't enough!" Ah Lang said directly pulling out a "fairy binding rope" from the storage bag and facing a group of "cocoons" in mid-air. The pupa crackled and twitched violently.
As Alang violently twitched, countless straw man-like zombies swayed endlessly in the air, countless small stones with words and graphics engraved on them, and various spiritual equipment scattered one after another. The scene was very spectacular.
"Hey, pick it up, baby!" Ah Lang yelled and used Netherworld Ghost Shadow, opened the storage bag and picked up the fallen items in a gust of wind.
Less than half an hour after the incense stick was filled, a harsh low howling sound came from just as Ah Lang was humming and happily picking up treasures. A Lang looked up and saw that the countless straw man-like zombies above his head were shrinking rapidly, and waves of gray spiritual energy gathered upward along the grass rope.
"Oh my God..."
