The moon is in the sky at night, the wind is rustling in the forest, and it is April in the world.
A young man was walking slowly on a country road with only moonlight, holding a long knife with a sheath with cloud and dragon patterns in his hand.
He was dressed in the best attire of a warrior, with a slender and powerful figure, and a trace of comfort and contentment on his face.
His eyebrows are neither thick nor thin, but they look extremely harmonious against the angular face.
He is both firm and steady, and also has a touch of beauty.
"Walking on a moonlit night is indeed an indescribable pleasure."
This person is naturally Duan Zhen.
He was looking at the moon, observing the bright moon in this ancient world.
In previous lives on earth, it was difficult to see such a scene of stars and moonlight complementing each other.
It's just that the moon is not round enough tonight, but the spoon-shaped light and shadow formed by the Big Dipper is particularly bright.
Duan Zhen found that the higher his cultivation level, the more he liked to take unusual roads or travel at inappropriate times.
Just as he was walking through the late night forest, he felt particularly comfortable.
In ancient times, there were no street lights. At night, the countryside was almost pitch dark, and even bandits who were robbing homes would hibernate and rest.
But Duan Zhen found that traveling through the night alone was like holding the entire starry sky in his arms, feeling refreshed and refreshed.
"No wonder so many people like to stay up late..."
Duan Zhen shook his head and smiled, and suddenly thought of his previous life on earth.
Almost all people who stay up late have some kind of mentality, as if they must have a good time at night.
And just as he was walking slowly forward, the cicadas in the forest suddenly stopped, and the frogs in the fields also stopped.
Instead, there was a commotion and restlessness, with animals and birds flying around. All creatures seemed to be avoiding something in panic.
The air was silent for a moment, and then a cold wind suddenly rose.
A fine and continuous rustling sound followed, as if countless ants began to rub and whirl forward, causing a chill to instantly rise in the pores.
Duan Zhen suddenly stopped on the spot, listened carefully for a few breaths, and saw an extremely strange fire burning in a village not far away.
Faintly, a series of miserable and desperate cries could be heard in the distance.
And behind Duan Zhen, wisps of green phosphorus fire suddenly rose up, floating in the night sky.
Countless dark shadows in the distance are slowly moving forward in a staggering, slow, and stiff manner.
Duan Zhen's eyes ignited with a trace of blood, and his gaze instantly stretched far away.
I saw that the entire mountain forest was completely occupied by these stiff humanoid creatures.
Reanimating dead bodies and marching in the middle of the night!
"What a devil team."
Duan Zhen stared at this scene with a sharp look.
He carries all of Zhao Zukong's memories, and naturally knows that the Demon Team has acquired things like the T-Virus in the Resident Evil world, and also knows that there is a powerful necromancer in the team.
But I didn’t expect that in just one month, it would already reach such a large scale.
The smell of dampness and decay was getting stronger and stronger in the night wind. In addition to the walking corpses, there were also groups of white bones and skeletons.
They moved forward, and wisps of gray air continued to spread around.
The surrounding land was also infected by the airflow, and then broke out of the ground and joined the army of walking corpses.
Except for those movable skeletons that were mostly the same, the corpses had various forms of death.
Many of them obviously came from the battlefield, and it was difficult to be complete when they died.
This is true, but it also makes the scene in front of him even more terrifying.
It is simply a living hell on earth, enough to break the courage of ordinary people.
Duan Zhen looked at the zombies and skeletons walking slowly towards him in front of him, and listened to the faint screams of the village in the distance, and the Great Evil King in his hand turned.
A sword burning with hot blood rose into the sky.
"You've got the wrong person."
Duan Zhen's words were extremely cold, and his originally excellent mood was disturbed by these disgusting things that suddenly appeared.
This sword was almost used with all its strength, directly expanding the Evil King's territory, completely covering the surrounding area of 50 to 60 feet.
Broken to pieces, flesh and blood flying everywhere.
This group of horrifying walking corpses that could drive people to the bone could not even hold back a single breath before they all turned into balls of blood.
"I want to see what you are going to do!"
Duan Zhen held the long knife and turned into a very fast light and shadow, rushing towards the village not far away.
And part of his thoughts were simultaneously experiencing what "Zhao Zhukong" saw and heard.
...
"Damon, what are you doing?"
"Zhao Zhukong" looked impatiently at the man next to him who was covered in black robes, and the short dagger in his hand kept turning.
After the battle on the Lake Island a month ago, he did not expect that the menacing and arrogant demon Zheng Zha was actually suppressed by the Zhongzhou team.
The Purgatory Fire God Sword, which was like an abyssal magic weapon, actually cracked the Zhongzhou Martial God.
It seems that the Zhongzhou team also hides more than just Martial God...
The Devils have temporarily lost one of their strongest combat forces at this time, and all plans must be rearranged.
"Look around you and stop talking!"
This Damon is a necromancer from the Demon Team. He is using all his power at the moment and seems to be calling for something.
What appeared in front of them was a large blur of clouds that stretched for miles.
It's impossible to see the details clearly, and you can't distinguish between light and darkness. You can only see a deep and chaotic air flow that is constantly rotating.
Various illusions flashed through it, like various forms of living beings, thousands of armies, demons and ghosts, piles of bones, lava, sulfur, and iron ropes and instruments of torture.
Ups and downs, looming, seemingly real and illusory.
On the huge and terrifying altar of torture instruments, the exhausted Daemon sat in the middle, with nearly a thousand "Apostles of Pain" guarding him at the core.
This is a kind of summoning preparation that he started after entering the world of wind and cloud.
He wants to summon the evil god of fear across planes by collecting countless fears and pains!
"Do they think the captain is so easy to suppress..."
There was a trace of strange black mist burning in Damon's weak eyes, which was the unique power of the undead spell caster and the hell monk.
He could feel the fear and pain everywhere in the void, and felt that there were seven people in the Zhongzhou team working together to suppress the demon Zheng Zha.
Almost all the vitality was invested in it.
At this moment, he has been continuously releasing large-scale undead summons and biochemical viruses throughout the Central Plains for a month, and the power of fear and pain he has collected has become more and more perfect.
"I really want to kill him now..."
"Zhao Zhukong" played with the dagger in his hand, a strong murderous intention flashing through his heart.
Even when he faced the coming projection of the evil god, he felt a little powerless.
But blending into the main god's space is the most important thing. If he kills Damon now, all his energy will be in vain.
"But that's okay."
Zhao Zukong's eyes flickered, and then he let out bursts of crazy and twisted smiles.
"This madman..."
Damon had long been accustomed to Zhao Zukong's sudden madness, and continued to control the summoning ceremony.
Gradually, the fear accumulated to an extremely strong level, as if something was about to cross over from another world.
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