As soon as he covered his face, someone was beaten to the ground, with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth.
Zombies are more powerful than physical beings, and their bodies are even stronger than magic weapons of the same level.
However, the expressions of several Tribulation Transcendence monks moved slightly and their expressions were happy.
"Can fight!"
"This is a cripple!"
"Let's go together, kill it and make a fortune!"
"I'm afraid it was raised by some old devil!"
"Whatever, if the worst happens, go back to the Central Immortal Realm and stay in Zongmai for a thousand years."
"······"
Following everyone's words, a battle began.
A full eight people who had transcended the tribulation and besieged a seventh-level corpse who had just woken up. He was still a cripple who could not completely control the immortal body. They all used all the trump cards in their hands.
Among these people, there are many disciples of the sect, and they all have immortal treasures and immortal treasures.
For a moment, he actually suppressed the zombie and beat him.
"Roar!"
After lying on the corpse for a long time with various scars appearing all over its body, it suddenly let out a loud roar and spit out something dark.
The next moment it faced the wind, it swelled up and turned into a black banana fan as big as one person!
"Damn it, seventh-grade underworld weapon?"
"not good!"
"There's something wrong with this corpse-laying!"
"Damn it, is it some old devil who was forced to surrender and had to take advantage of the situation to be reborn?"
"······"
Everyone burst out in unison, throwing out all kinds of trump cards.
The black banana fan was also danced by the corpse. In an instant, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, and the sinister wind was blowing, as if the gate of hell was wide open.
The evil wind of death formed a unique force, blowing all the cultivators, making them all look pale.
The body and soul seemed to have been scraped from bone to flesh.
······
This stalemate lasted for more than half an hour. Although the corpse was seriously injured, four of the eight tribulation monks had died, and the rest were just lingering.
This place is not big, but it is extremely strong and has hardly been damaged.
When such a violent storm was raging, an extremely weak Gu ant emerged from the crack in the space behind the coffin.
If it hadn't been for the coffin, the ant would have been destroyed into dregs when it came out.
But even with the coffin, the ant obviously couldn't hold on for a few breaths. The impact of the death energy from the coffin alone could kill the ant.
At this time, a blood-colored book suddenly appeared, looking as if it had come out of a crack in space.
This sudden change naturally attracted everyone's attention.
The four tribulation cultivators, who were seriously injured and were barely surviving, felt their hearts sink at first, thinking that the demonic cultivator behind the zombies had appeared.
But after discovering Fu Shi's alert attitude, he discovered something was wrong.
The next moment, the book slowly opened, and a huge space passage appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
In the astonished eyes of everyone, a man with silver hair, peerless appearance, and a god-like appearance walked out calmly.
Following closely behind him was a young man with a good temperament.
But compared with the silver-haired man, he was much inferior, like a little follower.
This sudden change caused the entire battle to come to an abrupt halt, including Fu Zhi, who did not take action rashly and fell into a strange silence. Obviously, Fu Zhi was wise!
It shouldn’t be a normal zombie!
After Wang Zijia got out, his expression was calm. After all, he already knew the situation through Ant.
Yao Wenxuan's face darkened, he looked at the four tribulation cultivators lying on the ground with corpses, and said with a bitter look on his face: "I knew that crossing the world was unreliable, and I never had normal luck!"
"Don't be ignorant of your blessings when you are in the midst of blessings. Just when you are ready to become an immortal, a corpse is delivered to your door. With this top-quality immortal material, most of the resources for becoming an immortal have been solved!" In his mind, Tong Laogui roared. .
At this moment, Wang Zijia looked at the dead ant with an indifferent expression, and said to Yao Wen: "I don't think so. It seems that you are really lucky."
The words of the two made the four tribulation-transcending monks’ eyes light up.
"Fellow Taoist, this place has been sealed. If you want to get out, please act quickly. We will kill this monster together."
"Roar!"
Seeing this, Fu Shi probably knew what the outcome would be. Without saying anything, he fanned the black banana leaf in his hand.
The death energy came like a physical impact.
Although the zombie seemed to be in good condition and was seriously injured, Wang Zijia did not take it lightly. He had just been fucked by Zhuo Xian, and he was very alert for any seventh-grade immortal creature.
Several defenses were formed in a row, but I was surprised to find that the attack felt a bit weak, and it was completely incomparable to Qi Chounu!
The superimposition of the seventh-grade corpse corpse and the seventh-grade underworld weapon should not be much more terrifying than the Zhuoxian, because of the injury?
Compared with Wang Zijia's effortless defense, Yao Wenxuan was even more exaggerated. He originally planned to defend, but ended up stunned.
The next moment, suction was generated in his body, as if he had encountered a powerful tonic, he swallowed them all!
Then, Wang Zijia and several tribulation monks were shocked to find that Yao Wenxuan's body was flashing with vitality, and his eyes suddenly brightened and looked at the zombie in a scary way.
"Roar!"
The zombie seemed to have discovered some terrifying natural enemy, and actually showed fear.
"What do you think of my corpse? This corpse will be of great use to me!" Yao Wenxuan did not do anything immediately, but suddenly said a word without beginning or end to Wang Zijia.
Wang Zijia said: "You can just focus on the attack!"
"Good!" Yao Wenxuan said happily.
For the past six months, the two have lived in a closed world without outsiders.
Yao Wenxuan had almost no contact with monks in six hundred years. The six months of getting along was actually enough for the two to become best friends.
Although Yao Wenxuan was always wary of Wang Zijia due to Tong Laogui's obstruction, it did not affect the familiarity between the two.
So in just one sentence, the distribution issue was determined.
Then, Yao Wenxuan looked at the remaining four people and said, "Do you have any opinions?"
Wang Zijia looked at the expressions of the four of them and said without waiting for them to speak: "We can also go back and wait for a long time before coming!"
The four people who originally wanted to say something immediately said: "The help of the two of you is already a life-saving kindness. How can we be so greedy!"
"Roar!"
Although Fu Shi was very afraid of Yao Wenxuan, he was instantly furious when he saw that they were discussing and distributing him as cargo in front of him.
But instead of taking action against Yao Wenxuan, he suddenly launched a desperate attack on the four surviving tribulation monks, intending to deal with the four of them first.
The four people immediately spit out several mouthfuls of blood again and began to fight desperately.
Wang Zijia and Yao Wenxuan didn't watch the show either. Wang Zijia didn't test it in the slightest, and directly exploded ten pages of the book, merging the power of transcending the limit of tribulation, turning into several invisible flying swords, and cutting them.
After being banned from the Jedi for half a year, most of his abilities have been restored.
Yao Wenxuan also hit the target with his first move. He took a deep breath and endless vitality gathered in his hands.
"The flowers on the other shore bloom and shed tears of lovesickness, but the past is cut off on the bridge; there is no end to the underworld all the way, and there are new lives on the three-life stone. The eternal road: the wheel of life and death!"
Endless vitality gathered into a holy white lotus and was slowly sent out by him.
The lotus flower left his hand and turned into a white stream of light, rushing directly to the corpse amid numerous attacks.
Fu Shi, who was extremely afraid of Yao Wenxuan, was willing to resist the attacks of several others, but also tried his best to deal with Lianhua.
But he turned the banana fan into a fan, which did not affect the lotus. The lotus hung above his head as if it were nothing. The next moment, he began to frantically extract his corpse energy.
It is obviously an absolute orthodox suppression, just like a mouse seeing a cat. If there is no huge difference in the strength of the suppression, there is no way to resist!
"Roar!"
Fu Zhi did not lose his mobility as a result, but the death energy method, which was like a magical power, could no longer be used and was continuously being extracted.
He could only rush towards Yao Wenxuan like an ordinary warrior.
Faced with Fu Zhi's close-range attack, Yao Wenxuan did not dare to be too big. That body was comparable to an immortal weapon. With a dark face, he kept dodging dangerously.
Wang Zijia and the four remaining tribulation monks did not look at each other. They all took action and continued to attack each other.
Fu Shi ignored this and didn't even defend himself. He stared at Yao Wenxuan and pursued him fiercely, as if he was mentally retarded!
This delay lasted for about a quarter of an hour. Yao Wenxuan was punched three times and his body was blown apart twice, but he recovered quickly.
The prince was so good that he was used to it, but the four tribulation-transcending monks were frightened when he saw them. He always felt that these two people who suddenly came from the void did not look like fellow tribulation-transcending monks!
As the lotus flower continued to absorb the death energy from the corpse, it moved slower and slower, and finally, with a wail, it completely stopped moving.
Wang Zijia looked at this scene with some astonishment.
Although the price is not small, it still feels a little too easy.
Even if this seventh-grade Fushi is a parallel import, only comparable to Zhuoxian, and not in the right state, he still pulls his crotch too much than Qichou Nu!
Is it because of orthodox restraint?
Wang Zijia looked at Yao Wenxuan, who looked a little pale.
He had seen how terrible this man's luck was.
It’s okay to find a lot of things in a barren land in half a year.
Coming out of the void, they unexpectedly encountered such a lose-lose situation, and it happened to be restrained by his Taoism, and it was something of great use to him...
This is simply God forcing something into his mouth!
You really can’t afford to offend Ou Huang!
What a good teammate!
While thinking, Wang Zijia's men did not stop. With a wave of his hand, he put away the banana fan. Yao Wenxuan also quickly moved to the corpse.
As his spell fluctuated, a soul actually appeared in the zombie's body! ! !
Obviously, this is a demonic way, using the corpse of an immortal to prepare to become a zombie, not an orthodox zombie. Zombies have no souls!
However, before a few people could do anything, as their souls were destroyed, the entire palace suddenly began to shake and cracks appeared.
Seems to be broken.
At the same time, bursts of spiritual light suddenly appeared on the coffin. Under the horrified eyes of everyone, black smoke gathered and turned into a skull.
"Who, who killed this disciple!"
As he spoke, he looked sharply at Yao Wenxuan. A terrifying coercion like a tidal wave filled the air, causing everyone to panic.
(End of chapter)
