Seeing that this zombie is really powerful and can actually come and go freely underground, everyone has no good solution, and people are panicked for a while.
A leader who looked like an old farmer stood up in the crowd. We only knew that his surname was Li. He was a rare foundation-building monk here. He was a disciple of Tianyu Temple in the southwest of Zijun City. He was expelled for his early misbehavior. Leave the school.
All the heroes in the green forest were outspoken and unabashed. Every family's dirty information was used as a joke, but they did not dare to make fun of this old gentleman.
It would be fine if Old Man Li was just petty-minded, but the magic weapon in his hands was so powerful that it was difficult for ordinary people to match it.
This magic weapon is inherited from Tianyu Temple, and the most famous one in the temple is the feather fan magic weapon. What the viewer is holding today is the crane feather fan that he started designing and refining when he was a boy. With just one flick, he can clear away the evil obstacles in other people's bodies. No matter whether he has a headache, fever, or incurable diseases, just let him take the feather fan and hit it accurately. So he got the name of an old god among the people. Even if the practitioner goes there, ordinary injuries can be treated, and the effect on the soul is better.
The Crane Feather Fan is just one of the feather fan magic weapons that Tianyu's audience has become famous for. Although it is powerful, it is not unusual. There have been powerful magic weapons throughout the ages.
Although Old Man Li's cultivation is only a foundation-building cultivation, he has not left behind the skills he learned in Tianyu Temple. The magic weapon in his hand has been refined for many years, and the power of modification has become more and more powerful. He has dominated the Longbei casual cultivation world for more than ten years.
I saw him taking out a red feather fan from his waist and fanning it twice towards the entrance of the underground cave. A ball of flame as big as a millstone rolled into the cave. The raging fire reflected the entrance of the cave red. This is not over yet. No one knows this underground cave. How big it is down there, naturally it can’t end there.
Old Man Li kept holding his hand, and the red feather fan kept blowing. Balls of flames connected in a series, turning the ground into a fire purgatory. The heat wave was rolling, and even the stones melted.
Everyone was shocked and secretly praised that this magic weapon was really powerful.
Feeling that time was almost up, Old Li held his head high and said to Mr. Hong: "Your helper has been killed by me. Let's use whatever means we can. Don't underestimate the heroes present."
Even though he said this, Old Man Li did not relax his vigilance. Since the other party wants to silence them, they will never have the only means.
The flames emitted by his red feather fan were so fierce that it was impossible for any creature to come out alive, so he focused all his attention elsewhere, not paying attention to the underground.
Unexpectedly, the monster underground was not dead. It stepped on the lava and passed through the flames and appeared behind him. The heroes saw it and had no time to say anything. The monster's blackened hands had already grasped Old Man Li's Tianling Cap, as if he was squeezing tofu. Crushed to pieces.
The powerful foundation-building master in Longbei was just gone. If Old Man Li hadn't believed so much in his magic weapon, he wouldn't have been defeated so easily.
The people around him were so scared that their livers and gallbladders were split, their legs were weak, and most of them lost the courage to resist. This monster's palms are pierced through gold and cracked stone, and it is not afraid of flames. Where did this monster come from?
"Don't be afraid, everyone. This thing is not an ordinary zombie, but a copper corpse. I'm afraid it has reached a state of invulnerability to water and fire. Mr. Li didn't know how powerful it was before he caught it. As long as we hold on steady, it won't be difficult to deal with it."
The person who spoke was also a Foundation-Building monk. He was holding a Zen staff, dressed as a Buddhist monk, and had a Jianghuai accent. No one knew where he came from as an evil monk.
He burst out his true energy and showed off his ability in the foundation-building realm, and then suppressed the chaos in the field.
"Senior, is there any way to deal with this bronze corpse?" Someone asked, but the Tutu didn't know how to answer. He had only heard that he had never seen such a monster.
But the situation that had finally been stabilized could not become chaotic again, so he said casually: "This zombie can only rely on instinct to move. It needs a monk to control it before it can fight. It is no different from a puppet."
Everyone immediately understood what he meant and shouted: "Go ahead and kill the man surnamed Hong. This will definitely resolve the crisis."
Compared to the bronze corpse, everyone wanted to deal with the more normal Mr. Hong.
However, ordinary zombies do need monks to control them, but the bronze zombies have developed some intelligence, which is not comparable to those cannon fodder zombies.
Seeing a group of people rushing towards Mr. Hong, the Toutuo did not go up. The reason why he spoke out was just to let everyone delay so that he could escape safely.
He came to Old Man Li's body, secretly picked up the red feather fan, turned to leave, but was blocked by the bronze corpse.
This was something Toutuo didn't expect. He couldn't understand why Mr. Hong didn't recall the bronze corpse when he was besieged, but had time to attack him. But he didn't know that Mr. Hong's sect inherited the method of body training. The body was hard and the martial arts was extremely high. It would be extremely difficult to deal with it without a powerful magic weapon.
Toutuo didn't have time to think about it, he put his Zen staff in front of him and fought with the bronze corpse. Although this person's foundation-building realm is real, and his martial arts and spells are also good, this Zen staff makes it a bit ordinary, and he can only be said to understand a little but not much. No wonder he had to pretend to be a Qi-training monk, this method matched him well.
After three or four exchanges, the Zen staff in his hand had been knocked out by the zombies, so he had to take out the red feather fan he had just picked up and slap it at the bronze corpse.
Even in Old Man Li's hands, this magic weapon had not broken the zombie's body, let alone this time. The bronze corpse didn't dodge, and his palms went straight through the flames to grab Toutuo's arms. It seemed like there was a thousand pounds of force, crushing Toutuo's bones to pieces, and the red feather fan fell to the ground.
Toutuo did not dare to hide his clumsiness anymore, he opened his mouth, a silver light flashed under his tongue, and there was a "ding" sound, sparks burst out from the bronze corpse's head, and his upper body leaned back. Toutuo was overjoyed that his method was successful and he had to rely on this treasure to save his life today.
He struggled twice but couldn't get away. He was very anxious, thinking that this zombie's hands were really strong. He was about to think of a way to escape, but he saw the body of the bronze corpse rebounded and recovered, except for an extra hole on his forehead. The silver needle penetrated half an inch into the root, and there was nothing strange about it.
The bronze corpse twisted his hands lightly and crushed Toutuo to death on the spot.
Then he rushed into the battlefield like a tiger among sheep, and no one could stop him.
The heroes who fought desperately at the beginning were soon defeated by the bloody killing methods of Mr. Hong and Bronze Corpse, and fled away crying.
The bronze corpse continued to chase for a while before retreating.
Mr. Hong stayed there to collect the blood of the dead monk, found an open space and started setting up the formation. When the bronze corpse came back, he placed it inside and absorbed the blood and essence of the monks to replenish his own losses.
Mr. Hong held two magic weapons in his hands, a feather fan and a silver needle. The most serious injuries on the bronze corpse were caused by these two magic weapons.
The origin of this red feather fan has long been heard, but the sudden appearance of Toutuo is a bit strange.
It is not common in Buddhism to use silver needles as magic weapons. If I read correctly, the silver needles should be refining in the same way as flying swords. Perhaps the attire of this tutu is to hide the true identity. I don’t know which force sent it. As a result, he died here.
After the bronze corpse was almost recovered, Mr. Hong left here to find Mu Qing and prepare to return to the city together.
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The mountains and forests are the most suitable place for Mu Qing to perform.
While the bandits were escaping, he broke away from the team, used magic to obtain information in the mountains and forests along the way, and killed all the bandits who fell behind.
By the time the bandits were resting in the mountain stream, Mu Qing had already laid a dragnet with his own seeds.
Thorns and vines were all around, and their thick-mouthed bodies were squirming in the forest like pythons.
This is due to the new magic weapon Wang Lexian gave him, the seed bag.
After the previous battle, except for the two people who died, Zhao Ji, Zhuo Cai and he all got new magic weapons, hoping to be more powerful than the orbs and more suitable for them to fight.
This kind of bag can store energy, and will automatically absorb the essence of surrounding plants to replenish itself, condensing into a gravel-like energy mass, which can accelerate the growth of plants, and the effect of inducing birth is more obvious than the previous orbs.
He stood on the hillside and watched Mr. Hong's one-sided battle below, until someone fled, and the plants in the entire forest began to squirm crazily, as if they were alive.
Mu Qing's true energy was not enough to supply such a large forest, so he needed additional energy supply. The best energy nearby was naturally this group of monks. They fell into the trap of plants and were entangled in thorns and vines, and were cut open by the sharp thorns. The skin directly absorbs the monk's life force and is drained into the human body.
These monks who escaped might as well stay where they were and be killed by the bronze corpses, at least they could die a little more happily.
After the life essence is consumed by the vines, the remaining essence will turn into plant essence and float all over the mountains and fields. Mu Qing opened the seed bag, and all the plant essence went in like a bird flying into the forest.
After taking care of the enemies, he sat cross-legged and practiced until the plants in the mountains told him that someone was coming to this location.
He opened his eyes, but he did not see Mr. Hong carrying a huge copper coffin, but a soldier. Mu Qing recognized him as the captain of Zhang Qingxian's soldiers.
Mu Qing felt that something was wrong and immediately asked: "Is there anything you need to tell Mr. Zhang?"
"The head of the family asked me to tell you two gentlemen that a powerful enemy has appeared in the Dragon King Tower to confront you, and you need your assistance."
Mu Qing looked surprised. His Excellency actually issued such an order. It seemed that the enemies in the city were very difficult to deal with.
At this time, Mr. Hong came out from the side and happened to hear the conversation between the two and asked: "How is the city doing now? Could it be that the news was leaked and Tianfu sent people to support it."
If this is the case, things will be difficult to handle, which is basically equivalent to the failure of the plan.
"I don't know about this one, but the head of the family didn't have any urgency when he asked me to inform you two. I guess it's not a big problem." The captain replied.
Mr. Hong and Mu Qing were relieved after hearing this, knowing that they had thought too much.
But he didn't dare to neglect at that moment and returned to the city immediately.
The siege is just a drama to reasonably seize the position of county guard. What really determines success is the duel in the city, and there must be no room for error.
