Not long after Xiao Yan left, before everyone could take a few breaths, another wave of zombies came. In the dark night, the sound of these dead things dragging their bodies walking on the road was particularly clear, and the green light of the fireflies interspersed into one, which was quite overwhelming. trend.
The sour smell of corpses hit him overwhelmingly. Xiao Daocheng stood high on the city tower, his eyebrows clustered like hills.
Under the city wall behind them are people who are afraid of zombies and have already hugged each other into a trembling group. They are in ragged clothes and have been tortured for a long time. Their eyes have lost the luster of life. They just move their cloudy eyeballs and closely follow Xiao Daocheng's figure. , as if this is their last life-saving straw.
His gaze was too hot, like a glow on his back. Xiao Daocheng could certainly feel the heaviness of the people's hearts. He turned around with his hands behind his hands and glanced around. Seeing his miserable state, he felt infinite sadness in his heart.
Among the mottled shadows of the sycamore trees, the towering Minghuang Palace exposed its sharp corners. The Liu family's son has caused such a disaster in the world. Water can carry a boat and also capsize it. Xiao Daocheng couldn't help clenching his fists, and his thoughts were flowing. own plans.
A subordinate nearby saw that the zombie siege was becoming more and more fierce. At this time, he was extremely anxious. He ignored the usual order of dignity and said bluntly, "General, what should we prepare for next?"
Xiao Daocheng waved his hand and asked him to hold back his temper and not to act rashly. He asked in a low voice, "Is the fire you have prepared ready?"
"The generals, archers, and stone-throwing brothers are all in place." The subordinate replied.
Xiao Daocheng nodded with satisfaction, turned around and looked down. The zombies had followed the scent of people and kept squeezing forward, one layer after another. Some even had bright minds and began to use their strength to climb up the city wall.
The time has come, he thought to himself, he activated his inner strength and spoke like a bell, "Set fire!"
At the command, the arrow tip wrapped in hemp oil cloth flew out with a "whistle", and the red light flashed with afterimages. The city wall was lined up with a row of throwing hands in an orderly manner, and the big rocks fell vertically along the city wall.
Sun Youyue led a group of Maoshan disciples to fly over the city wall with swords. Xiao Daocheng sent a message to him through the air, "Elder, I wonder if you could trouble you to lead your disciples to perform one or two fire techniques. I have one or two conjectures that need to be verified." Sun Youyue responded to this. I was very surprised. Fire Jue consumes a lot of spiritual power of cultivators. Generally, they don't use it easily. I don't know what Xiao Daocheng wants to do.
But he still did as he was told, and the Maoshan disciples following behind him spontaneously formed a wild goose-shaped square formation. They all performed their skills together, converging into a big fireball and throwing it towards the bottom of the city.
The fire thrown by the archers only scorched the fur of the zombies. The fire of the cultivators was the fire of the true essence of alchemy. It was very different from ordinary fire. If it was contaminated, it would burn directly to the soul. They howled, He was rolling around in the ground trying to put out the flames, but it was impossible!
The ground soon turned into a red sea of fire, with screams and screams coming. The stench of burning corpses came. Xiao Daocheng accidentally inhaled two breaths and felt his steps staggering. Venus appeared in front of his eyes. No, the smell was hallucinogenic. Effect.
"Be careful! The smell is poisonous. Everyone cover their noses with towels." Xiao Daocheng reminded loudly, but it was too late. There were already people who were nearby, responsible for bows and arrows and throwing stones, and fell unconscious from the city wall and fell into the In the pile of zombies, the zombies smelled the smell and swarmed forward with their fangs opened in excitement. The smell of blood filled the air, and the unfortunate soldier had become riddled with holes.
Xiao Daocheng watched the battle at close range and had inhaled too much poisonous gas. He recovered his mind and used Qinggong to retreat to the city wall. When his eyes were dim, a figure suddenly passed before his eyes, and the pungent smell also hit his face.
"General! Be careful!" The voice was rough and bold, with a strong personal characteristic. It was Fan Zhen's voice.
It was a flying zombie. It must have been the fire technique that forced the opponent's army to rush and sent out a high-level zombie. Fan Zhen threw out a life-killing dart, wrapped around his green and white neck, and dragged him forcefully. When he came down, the zombie was strangled so hard that his eyes rolled up and his scarlet tongue stuck out for a long time. He couldn't escape for a long time.
Fan Zhen smiled proudly, and his beard trembled with laughter. He didn't believe in any gods or ghosts. He was not just at his mercy after being treated like a life-threatening escort.
Xiao Daocheng held on to the city wall, pinched his arm, and finally came to his senses. Seeing this scene, the dead thing just wanted to attack him single-handedly.
If it weren't for Fan Zhen's help, he would have been bitten and lost his mind and become like this dead thing.
"Thank you Zuo Qianwei." Xiao Daocheng nodded slightly.
Fan Zhen, who had stiff tendons, stepped on the flying zombie's face with his feet, preventing him from moving. He just waved his hands heartily when he heard this.
The other party did not believe in any gods or demons, entered Taoism with martial arts, and subdued high-level zombies with his bare hands. Xiao Daocheng admired this person very much.
The fifth watch has passed, the Golden Crow crosses the horizon, and the light of morning glow gradually covers the earth. Once the zombies are exposed to the sun, they will be destroyed physically and mentally. With the dew in the morning, the corpses gradually recede, but Xiao Daocheng and others know very well , as night falls, they will start a dark battle again, and they don't know when it will end.
Sun Youyue and others landed on the platform. The continuous output of Qi caused a thin layer of sweat to break out on his forehead. The disciples following him were all panting.
"General, what does this mean?" Sun Youyue asked strangely when he saw the scene of several people.
"A flying zombie." Fan Zhen replied. He used two more forces with his feet as he spoke. The zombie was squeezed by the internal force until its eyes were split, and green corpse liquid flowed out of the pupils.
Sun Youyue took two steps back, fearing that the juice would burst and splash onto his white Taoist robe. "Can it fly?" Sun Youyue felt incredible. A zombie that walks so stiffly can actually fly?
"Yes, and they seem to have magic powers and can come and go as freely as cultivators." Xiao Daocheng continued.
"Flying with a sword is actually pretty good. It's just like the Fire Technique. We have soldiers to cover up the water and the earth. What we're afraid of is that this damn thing knows some other magic moves, which will make it difficult for us."
Sun Youyue stroked his beard and said meaningfully. As soon as the words fell, several people sighed.
"Look, does it look like - that -"
"I'll just say yes—"
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Whispers came from behind Sun Youyue. They were the disciples of the Shangqing Sect he led. Sun Youyue looked sullen and scolded, "How can you lose your sense of measure in front of the teacher? You are so rude!"
Several white-clothed Taoists suddenly turned pale, fearing that Sun Youyue would scold them again. Xiao Daocheng persuaded them from the side, "Taoist Master, don't worry about these false etiquettes. I'm just a rough guy who grew up in the military camp." After saying this, several people looked at Xiao Daocheng gratefully.
You pushed me, and a young man with fine features was pushed out. He took a step forward, blushed, and spoke hesitantly.
"Master, I don't mean to interrupt your conversation. It's true that the man lying on the ground looks similar to a monk we know in the Immortal Sect."
Sun Youyue looked worried, fearing that Xiao Daocheng would take advantage of him and talk too much in front of the emperor, which would be detrimental to the Qingzong.
He pretended to be so angry that he blew his beard and glared, "Ignorant child, don't talk nonsense. We Taoist cultivators have our own moral gods to protect us, how can we be connected with evil things!"
The disciple felt extremely wronged and didn't know what he had said wrong. Xiao Daocheng was very interested when he heard this and said, "Taoist Master, please don't blame them. Maybe you can provide us with some useful clues."
After speaking, he turned to look at the disciple of the Shangqing Sect who had just stood up, "I would like to ask the little Taoist priest to elaborate on it and tell me something."
The disciple stole a glance at Sun Youyue and saw that his expression had returned to normal, so he boldly said, "Master, the style of his robe is very similar to that of the disciples of the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain."
Only then did everyone take a closer look. The zombie's robe in front of them was covered in blood and stains, making it difficult to distinguish its original appearance. However, it was not difficult to see the splendid tiger pattern embroidered with gold thread at the top of the garment.
Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion? Xiao Daocheng remembered that Xiao Yan had studied swordsmanship under Master Zhang Tian. Disciples of this sect had a small king character behind their ears.
The sun has risen, and the zombie at Fan Zhen's feet has a big mouth, his hands are pointing straight up at the sky, and the whole body is in a dry state.
Xiao Daocheng used his sword to move the head of the mummy, revealing the sides of his ears. There was a king character in thin black runes! Sun Youyue came over to take a look, and his eyes widened when he saw this.
"Taoist Master, what are your plans?" Xiao Daocheng frowned and asked coldly.
After a moment of silence, Sun Youyue bowed and said, "I think this must be a misunderstanding. The Shangqing Sect is now the head of the Immortal Sect, and there is something wrong with the Immortal Sect under my command. I must find out about this matter."
"Capture the thief first. Capture the king first. We need to find the source of the zombies." Xiao Daocheng thought for a moment and said.
Sun Youyue nodded in agreement. Xiao Yan went to look for Tao Hongjing and Liu Zhener but they had not returned yet. He felt worried in his heart, so he took the initiative to take the job.
"General, why don't I take a few elite disciples to explore the truth? We are carrying real fire, and we can escape if we encounter danger."
Xiao Daocheng pondered for a moment, nodded, and agreed with Sun Youyue's suggestion, "Then I'll take the trouble to make the trip, Taoist Master."
"I'm going too!" It was Fan Zhen. He was holding the God-Destroying Sword and his big eyes were piercing, as if he was going to attack the opponent's lair in the next second and kill the enemy with his own hands.
Sun Youyue and other monks had long heard of Fan Zhen. With such a military commander, he naturally agreed happily.
When passing by the place where the corpses left their footprints in the past, a few people walked to investigate. Sun Youyue found that many zombies were monks from major cultivation sects. Whether this was a coincidence or a conspiracy, he planned to report it to Lu Xiujing immediately after returning.
Rubbles fell in front, mountains stood tall, and a small village that must be passed by was located in darkness and shadow, and the wind blew a strong smell of blood.
Sun Youyue faintly heard something not right, and suggested that they choose to fly in the sky with swords.
"We are not afraid of slanting shadows. We can just walk over. Why use magic and flying tricks?"
Fan Zhen's face was full of disdain. He didn't want to share the same sword with people like Sun Youyue who talked about immortals and gods all the time. If word spread, wouldn't his reputation of traveling around the world with his fists become bad?
