The wind rattled the wooden windows, ruffling rice paper on the table and flying all over the room.
An elegant man in his thirties with a beard entered the house. He hurriedly closed the door and window and picked up the paper. He heard the howling wind outside and the strange sound of broken window paper. He also heard the crisp sound of falling tiles. I wonder if anyone was hurt.
The flags of dragons and ink clouds are rolling, and the wind is howling for nine days. In the face of such bad weather, I feel that life and death are as thin as paper.
Yuan Xiu dusted off the top of his head, causing dust to rise in the room.
"Ahem..."
Yuan Xiu did not dare to use his real name in the fortress, and he was helpless because his ancestors had offended Jiaolong.
Although he obviously has no power to restrain a chicken, he still has a grudge against the most powerful beast in the world, the Demon Emperor. If he told it, no one would believe him. Things in the world are often so magical.
The ink in the inkstone has dried, and the clear water in the copper basin has turned into murky water and cannot be used.
The wind was howling outside, and the sky was dark and the earth was dark.
While watching on the city wall, Yang Xiu saw the gray death aura above the corpses, blocking out the sky and preventing sunlight from penetrating. It is said that a strong body can resist the foul aura coming to the body. If a thin scholar like himself gets close, he will die or become seriously ill. , very evil.
But there was a storm here in the fortress, and I heard it was caused by the dragon.
There were a lot of rumors about the dragon fighting the demon during the siege of the capital city a few days ago. Many people witnessed the huge dragon showing its power and fighting the demon until the sun and the moon shook the mountains.
Yang Xiu felt a slight pain in his head at the thought of his ancestor offending such a terrifying beast.
"I've been scraping it for five or six days, but I don't know what the dragon is doing."
The sound of gray tiles sliding down and rubbing was heard again, and then someone made an "ah" sound and walked away cursing.
It was windy outside and I didn’t want to go anywhere. I picked up my brush and wanted to write a poem. Looking at the dry and dusty inkstone, I suddenly felt bored. Unknowingly, I missed the bamboo forest villages in the south, the green mountains and green water, the wild bamboo forests, thatched huts and thatched pavilions in the yellow plum rain. I suddenly thought about it in a trance. Eat the white rice cooked by the elderly and loving mother...
After traveling north for several months, I don’t know when I will return.
Suddenly I heard the eager greeting from the book boy outside the window.
"Sir! Sir, please come out and see! God... God is angry!"
Yuan Xiu came back to his senses and found that there was no strong wind howling outside the window and no whimpering could be heard. Curious, he pushed the door open and looked at a certain high mountain in the pass involuntarily.
"This... ancestor is so confused!"
The moans and sorrows are full of helplessness.
The god didn't see it, but he saw a huge ball in the sky. Yes, it was an extremely huge ball. It was so big that Yuan Xiu couldn't find the right words to describe it. The surface was like running water, covered with yellow, black and white, as if it was stirring. Uneven colored sugar, constantly rotating.
The yellow is the dust blowing into the sky, the black is the gathering ink clouds, and the white is the water vapor.
There are still clouds all around that are attracted by the airflow and are gathering in that direction.
The wind on the ground has stopped, but the sky is still turbulent.
With the naked eye, he could vaguely see a small white dot emitting white fluorescence under the huge sphere. He knew that it was the terrifying dragon that his ancestors had offended. Looking at the constantly rotating sphere formed by the strong winds, and then thinking about the courage of his ancestors, It's hard not to complain.
The strange sight in the sky attracted the attention of zombies, and soon, groups of high-level zombies rushed towards the fortress!
Just like in the past, another battle broke out!
There are a lot of zombies, most of them are equivalent to the cultivation level of human monks in the god-transformation stage, and a small number of them are in the Mahayana stage. They are full of ferocious evil energy and attack the abnormal weather to interrupt the casting!
The fortress raised a light curtain, and the huge defensive array deployed by Chunyang was flashing with light and operating at full strength!
Countless light points fly into the sky to fight zombies!
Yuan Xiu and others looked up at the brilliant lights blooming in the sky. The army used formations to defend themselves. The elders of Chunyang Palace and senior disciples were busy manipulating the formations. The rest of the people could only stay in the formations and wait for the powerful fighting to end. .
The Purple Void Sword Formation, the Western Golden Buddha, the strange and unpredictable Jiuli witchcraft, and the shining light of some casual cultivators!
The battlefield is spread out over a wide area, and there are not many people above the fortress.
On the top of the mountain, Bai Yujun was rising and falling slowly, two feet above the ground, with her thin legs straight and her toes pointing down. She was focused on compressing the storm without even looking at the surrounding battle groups...
"Xiaobai! We are here!"
Yang Mu and Xu Ling were guarding him on both sides. The once lazy Xu Ling turned out to be heroic and used sword skills to resist the aftermath of the surrounding spells. He was busy intercepting them for fear that those spells would hit the constantly compressing storm sphere.
Soon, Mu Duo, who was carried by the butterfly, came to help.
Although the real decisive battle has not yet begun, every battle is extremely dangerous, and someone may die at any time. Human magic weapons, elixirs, and talismans emerge in an endless stream. Although zombies do not know spells and can only fight in close combat, they are fierce and fearless and are not afraid of death. Fighting is a fight to the death, without any hidden dangers. The rules are there, life or death.
High-level zombies look more like humans. It is difficult to tell the difference except for their gray skin, sharp teeth, and red eyes. They even know how to wear clothes and armor to simply take care of their appearance.
The moves are simple and violent. Just rush and get close to the opponent. Once you get close, the human monks will inevitably be spared.
This was also the first time Bai Bai faced zombies, and he encountered a daring zombie approaching. Both sides had the same idea, and Bai was even better at killing him alive with fists and feet.
The real people in Chunyang cooperated with each other to form a large formation and fought with group strength. Western religions also had their own methods.
The most outstanding ones are the black and white wizards from the Jiuli tribe in the southern wilderness. Poisonous insects emerge in endlessly. The specially strengthened Jiuli warriors can compete with zombies.
The light in the sky flickers and figures fall from time to time...
There are elders of the Chunyang Lingxu lineage hovering in mid-air. When human beings are injured, they step forward to rescue them. When zombies fall, they use their swords to sneak attack while the opponent is injured.
Top pure Yang masters such as Yu Rong and Qi Yun did not make any move, and several old monks from the Western Sect also did not show up.
Jiuli only participated in the battle with a few masters, and was more focused on preventing other high-level zombies on the opposite side.
In the sky, a strong zombie wearing armor suddenly sprouted buds all over his body, blossoming and bearing fruits, attracting butterflies to linger around...
"Roar!"
The completely colorful zombie roared and rushed towards Mu Duo with a roar!
Mu Duo was calm and collected. He drew out his slender Jiuli knife and struck it at the zombie. The sword technique was fierce and had a scent. You didn't need to guess to know that her knife must be poisonous!
He fights with swordsmanship, and his techniques are skillful and powerful.
Compared with a certain Bai who wielded a sword and slashed, slashed and stabbed wildly, the martial arts of the Holy Girl from Yunyao Ancient Village were more agile, like Jiuli dance.
Mu Duo and Yang Muxuling kept intercepting the zombies who wanted to get close to the storm sphere. However, the sphere was too big and manpower was sometimes scarce. The zombie who was fighting with Mu Duo suddenly launched a sneak attack despite being injured. Finding an opportunity, he took the Broken weapons are thrown at the ball that is constantly rotating at high speed...
The timing was too tricky to intercept, Mu Duo slashed the zombie's face with a cold expression!
The blackening of the knife edge causes the toxin to spread rapidly!
The zombie didn't care and sneered at Mudo's mistake.
"You failed~hehe~"
His voice was hoarse and harsh, as if his throat had dried up after not drinking water for more than a month. The toxins on his face were fiercely attacking his brain, and then his spine was penetrated by the thin Jiuli knife in Mu Duo's hand.
He turned around and looked at the huge sphere, which was still spinning rapidly without any accident.
The corners of her mouth were slightly raised under the veil.
"You don't understand, that's not a spell, it's just a storm."
The green grass grew crazily and kept withering and sprouting, and the gray face was covered with flowers. In the end, it couldn't support the injury and fell unwillingly...
On the top of the mountain, there was a small sphere in the middle of Bai Yujun's slender jade hand, which was the same as the sphere in the sky above his head. He was floating in front of him. Dark clouds continued to gather around the sphere, and his slender fingers kept connecting dots around the small sphere.
It is clear that the virtual storm sphere in the hand is used to control the real thing...
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