Huang Ming was stunned for a moment. He was not afraid, but he had never seen a corpse before and was a little curious.
But he couldn't help but think too much, as two refined corpses had already walked up to him.
Huang Ming didn't hesitate. As soon as he used his magic power to draw a circle with his hands, he heard "Hoo..." and a wave of fire appeared out of thin air in front of him.
Huang Ming then continued to draw a circle, superimposed the "Flame Palm" to the thirty-sixth level and pushed it forward.
Just listen to "Boom...", the waves of fire rolled, and the two refined corpses were instantly ignited, making "squeaking" sounds from the flames and black smoke rising from their bodies.
But the strange thing is that these two refined corpses did not fall down or stop. Instead, they raised their swords and slashed at Huang Ming surrounded by flames, as if they were on fire.
"Huh?".
Huang Ming couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
Although the flame in his stacked flame palm is not a spiritual fire, it is also a mana fire that can melt gold and forge iron. Thirty-six layers of it can already kill monks of the same level. How can it be ineffective against refining corpses?
"Hey, my corpse refining is originally made with magic fire, but you actually use fire."
The witch cultivator was very proud.
"Your sister's".
Huang Ming cursed secretly, took a step back to dodge the attack, and at the same time kicked his right leg forward and kicked one of the corpses away. Then he took a step forward and hit the other corpse with a bang. The corpses were also beaten away.
But more zombies gathered around.
Huang Ming's "Prison Suppressing Ming King Technique" has reached the middle stage of the third level. The transformation of flesh and skin has been completed, and the tempering of bones has been half tempered. Fighting these attacks with bare hands is only equivalent to the corpse refining in the early stage of foundation building. There is no problem at all.
But the problem was that these refined corpses were all slippery, and some places were rotten and infested with maggots. As soon as he punched them, his hands were immediately covered with the smelly corpse liquid.
Huang Ming was angry for a while, but there was nothing he could do.
Who said that his fire spells were ineffective against refining corpses, and he had no magical weapons to use, so he could only rely on the powerful physical body of the "Prison-Suppressing Ming Wang Jue" and the "Rakshasa Vajra Fist" to fight hand-to-hand.
"Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff...".
After a brief muffled sound, those zombies were knocked down and flattened by him. There were no more zombies standing around them.
"Your sister, you are still invincible in the corpse refining? She is simply vulnerable."
Huang Ming breathed a sigh of relief.
These refined corpses looked very ferocious and terrifying, but they moved slowly and their bodies were not as hard as he imagined. They were basically flattened by him with just one punch.
However, Huang Ming soon discovered that something was wrong.
These zombies who were flattened or knocked down by him did not die. Even if their hands and feet were broken, their necks were broken and their bodies were deformed, they still stood up and surrounded them again with swords raised.
"Your sister's".
Huang Ming cursed again.
These zombies are really not strong. Even if they are accidentally hit, it will only hurt a little. At most, their clothes will be cut and a white mark will be left on their bodies.
But the problem is, if these refined corpses cannot be killed, wouldn’t it be endless?
If he is held back by these corpse refinings, once the other skinny shaman cultivator recovers, they will fight two against one, wouldn't he be in danger?
At this moment, Huang Ming's small golden sword, which was transformed from a talisman, suddenly turned into a ball of flame and started to spontaneously ignite on top of the thin wizard cultivator's bamboo shield.
The magic power of this talisman has been exhausted and it has completely failed.
"Isn't it?"
Huang Ming was really depressed now. He was really afraid of something.
He originally wanted to use the talisman to entangle one and kill the other first, but he didn't expect that he would be entangled by someone else's corpse refining. Now that he was fine, the talisman failed and he had to face two witch cultivators at the same time. It was really a bit fierce. There is less luck.
"You are such a Chinese monk, but you broke my magic weapon. I want your life!".
The thin shaman cultivator finally regained his composure.
He put away his bamboo shield and took out something fluffy and soft, like some kind of small animal, from his storage bag and threw it in front of Huang Ming.
"what?".
Huang Ming was shocked, what is this? He quickly looked down.
What the skinny witch cultivator threw out turned out to be a very smelly, rotten corpse-refining rat.
This corpse-refining rat itself is not scary, and the intensity it exudes is only slightly higher than the previous corpse-refining rats, at most comparable to the middle stage of foundation building.
But this rotting corpse-refining rat is just too disgusting. Not only was it extremely smelly, but there were also all kinds of bloody intestines and stomachs dragging under the body. Just looking at or smelling it made me want to vomit.
How is this used for attack? It's just used to disgust people.
Huang Ming couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, and evil grew in his courage.
He bent down fiercely, lost his temper in his dantian, and used the "Prison Suppressing Ming King Technique" with all his strength. He ignored the mouse and the zombies and rushed directly towards the two witch cultivators who were already standing together.
At the same time, he patted the storage bracelet and took out the long red sword that he had been unable to control. He was about to go up and chop it hard.
There was no way, he was now one against two, and he would definitely not be able to gain the upper hand with his magic power alone. Although this long sword had been unable to be conquered, it was still a sharp weapon, and it was always better than bare hands.
Seeing that Huang Ming ignored the attacks of Lian Zhi and Lian Shu and rushed directly towards them, the moustache cultivator smiled disdainfully.
"Hey, what's the matter? You want to go all out so quickly? Do you think you can get by? Hahaha...".
However, the sorcerer's smile soon became stiff.
He watched with his own eyes as the refining corpse he released struck Huang Ming's body and head with his sword, but it was bounced away with just a flash of golden light, leaving Huang Ming unscathed.
Just when he was stunned and couldn't believe it, Huang Ming's red sword struck down from his head.
"No……".
"puff!".
The mustached witch cultivator had just finished shouting halfway when he was split in half by Huang Ming from the head down. Immediately, blood spattered and his intestines were broken.
Although Huang Ming's cultivation was only in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, his body refining skills were equivalent to the middle stage of Golden Core. How could this little witch cultivator, who was only in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, be able to stop the power of his full sword.
Huang Ming didn't stop. He turned around and waved his long sword "Wu", then slashed at the thin witch cultivator next to him.
"Bang".
There was a flash of green light, and the thin shaman cultivator blocked Huang Ming's sword with a bamboo shield.
However, his bamboo shield had been damaged by the talisman before. Although it blocked Huang Ming's sword, it broke into two halves.
The thin witch cultivator was immediately frightened. Huang Ming was invulnerable. How could he fight? Could it be that Huang Ming is a high-level monk who has hidden his cultivation?
"Stop, stop, fellow Taoist, stop, Xiao Wu admits defeat, Xiao Wu admits defeat!".
The witch cultivator got scared, took a few steps back and fell to his knees with a plop.
"Fellow Taoist, please spare your life, Friend Taoist, please spare your life, Xiao Wu admits defeat...".
"Admit defeat? Damn it, do you think we are having a friendly discussion? Just admit defeat."
Huang Ming was delighted. It seemed that this witch cultivator was really frightened. He was risking his life and there was no point in admitting defeat.
"Wait a minute, fellow Taoist, I know a secret about you Chinese cultivators. I will use it. I will use it to exchange for my life. Can you tell me?"
The skinny sorcerer shook his skin and gave a strange reason for saving his life.
