Three minutes ago, Murakami's step-husband was still guiding the secret method, remotely controlling monsters to spread the corpse miasma, and everything was going perfectly. Although the guy Kuto was so happy that he died after forgetting the taboo of not pursuing the poor, but they were at Pinghuai Fortress. All the tasks he had done had been completed, so he was still in a happy mood.
Three minutes later, Murakami's step-husband felt endless despair. He was bleeding from all his orifices. There was no good piece of meat in his body. The bones in his body were shattered by the powerful force. Now he was like a leather bag. Throw it on the ground casually.
With fear on his face, he looked at the young man sitting in front of him in the formation, flipping through the secret book at random, and tried his best to speak: "Kill me... kill... kill me..."
"Don't worry, you are destined to die from the moment you spy on me with the secret method of retrieval," Feng Yang said with a kind smile and a very calm tone, as if he was chatting with an old friend. And, "But you know, we Yanxia people have been paying attention to tooth for tooth and eye for eye since ancient times. You have done so many evil things in Pinghuai City, but I let you die happily. This is obviously inappropriate, you said Woolen cloth."
Murakami's stephusband almost collapsed. He looked at Feng Yang with pleading eyes.
"Seeing your sincere eyes, I knew you understood my difficulties," Feng Yang gave Murakami's step-husband an encouraging look, "Come on, most people can't experience this kind of life-or-death experience."
After saying that, Feng Yang turned back and continued to study the secret law volume of Tianyu Temple in his hand. He shook his head while reading... The cultivation methods of the Japanese country are really rough. They are pieced together and dare to play with anything. No wonder they dare to pour nuclear waste water into the sea. It turns out that they are stupid from the beginning.
Murakami's step-husband felt his life force slowly draining away. Every time a little bit passed, he suffered a little more. At this moment, he had begun to regret why he had to enter the hot summer.
The young man named Feng Yang in front of him is not a descendant of any hidden sect at all, but a Taoist master whose cultivation is so powerful that it is despairing. The method he showed when he tortured himself just now is not something that can be cultivated in this era. of.
Murakami's step husband had only seen similar auras on the three great masters of Tenyu Temple.
Doesn’t it mean that there are no masters in Yanxia country except for the “One Master”, “Two Commanders”, “Three Heroes” and “Six Great Masters”?
Why can I meet such a pervert just by chance?
How many more such characters are hidden in Yanxia?
Why is there no information about our Tenyu Temple’s information over the years?
People in Yanxia are so cunning!
"boom!"
The door to the private room was kicked open, and Qinglian walked in with a dried corpse in her hand. After seeing the miserable condition of Murakami's step-husband, she had a look of disgust on her face.
"Don't you like the aura of Japanese people? Why do you want to absorb their cultivation?" Feng Yang glanced at Qinglian, and then continued to read the secret scroll in his hand.
"When you asked this question, didn't your conscience hurt? You have attained Taoism forever, but you left me to wither in the Age of Dharma for thousands of years before resurrecting. You have no idea how lacking in cultivation I am. Points?" Qinglian was unhappy when she heard this and immediately retorted.
"I don't mean anything else. I just want to say that the Japanese people's cultivation system does not seem to be very authentic. I am afraid that you will have indigestion," Feng Yang smiled sarcastically.
Of course, it's okay for you to have indigestion, but you are using Zhong Yunxi's body now. What if she gets some strange disease because of this? In the end, you are not troubling me?
"Mosquitoes are still meat no matter how small they are. In this day and age, I still have to pick and choose? If I starve you for a thousand years, you will probably be able to eat the rotten rice from the night before." Qinglian rolled her eyes habitually, and then leaned down. He began to tear apart the mummy with his hands, seemingly peeling off the spine.
When Murakami's step-husband saw Qinglian humming a little tune and peeling off his subordinate's spine completely with his hands, his already on the verge of being broken completely shattered, and he was frightened to death.
"Hey! What are you doing? Didn't you see that I was having a friendly exchange with my new friend? Why are you scaring him!" Feng Yang was dissatisfied.
"What? When you need me to make black gloves, you call me Xiaotiantian. Now that you're done, you call me Mrs. Niu?" Qinglian held a human scorpion in her hand, narrowed her eyes and grinded her teeth. " The ability of the Wind Immortal King to burn down bridges across rivers is truly admirable."
The corner of Feng Yang's mouth twitched, and then he quickly changed the subject without changing his expression and without changing his heart: "Eh? You want to refine the Hundred Bone Flying Thorn?"
"Bah! The backbones of Japanese people are generally soft, how can they refine the Hundred Bone Flying Spike?" Qinglian quickly denied, "What I want to refine is a plant puppet. This Japanese cultivator can be regarded as a primate after all. It’s the best of the best, and it’s perfect for refining the wooden dragon.”
Feng Yang rubbed his chin and thought about the history of the Japanese people. No matter what era they were in, they recognized whoever was strong as their father, and whoever had breasts as their mother. The main character was a rat with two ends, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. Eighty years ago, after Yang poked two flowers in Japan under the guise of two mushroom bombs from Sam Kingdom, Japan country is still following Sam Kingdom and calling him daddy.
Hey, if you put it this way, your spine is really soft...
On the other side of the city, combatants from Xuanyuantai and Liangjiang provinces began to take over the streets of Pinghuai City, and effective resistance to the zombie craze finally formed.
In addition to the Zhou Group and the Su Family, which have already lost their wits, other large and small power organizations in Pinghuai City have also dispatched armed forces to participate in the battle against zombies.
A zombie siege exposed almost all the details of Pinghuai City.
With the death of Murakami's step-husband, the monster that spread the corpse miasma also lost its controller.
At a certain moment, among the zombies running wildly in the city, a female zombie wearing a mink coat stopped running. There was a look of wisdom in her eyes and a look of pain on her face.
Her whole aura began to change. As a crackling sound came from her body, her body gradually returned to a normal human body from a twisted state. At the same time, her body size also increased proportionally, until it was close to He stopped after two meters, and his clothes were stretched until they were torn, revealing fair skin that was different from other zombies.
"The breath of this world... is so delicious." After waking up, the female giant zombie took a deep breath and smiled, "It has been more than ten thousand years, and I, Bai Ling'er, am back."
Bai Ling'er gently raised her hand, and the scraps of cloth on her body disappeared. Then a bone jade and silver velvet robe appeared on her body, and a bone war spear also appeared in her hand.
She waved the bone war spear, and a green fire ignited in her pupils.
"My people, go get me more blood food!"
Following her order, all the zombies in the city let out crazy roars at the same time. Their aura suddenly grew a lot, and then they became unafraid of death and rushed forward to kill the human armed forces.
