Starting from the hard-working Jindan ancestors

Chapter 196
The close-range explosion of Qiantian's one-yuan thunderbolt resounded in Zhending's eardrums, and he felt quite dizzy for a while even after playing this magic weapon.

He tapped the side of the blood hole with his hand a few times, a stream of red and green blood shot out from the hole, Zhending's face turned pale a little, and then called a stream of clear water to rinse the wound, the blood that leaked out A layer of 'membrane' appeared on the cut of the fresh meat in a short while, and if nothing happened, it might be healed in three to five days.

It's a pity, maybe it's true, that he won't live that long.

The thunder and smoke brought by Qiantian's one-yuan thunderbolt dissipated, leaving a place of broken corpses and flesh and blood. From the first eighteen zombies to now, only three zombies are still intact, but they all look like It's like a headless chicken, without aggression.

As for Zhang Shou, that body was lying on the stone flat in a daze. The body was still intact without much damage, but the scorched black color everywhere seemed to declare that before this What did he go through.

A look of joy appeared on Zhending's face. Looking at the situation, it seemed that he had won?

The dead body of Zhang Shou who had 'no sound', the aimless zombie without command, and the rare breathing time, all swore that he should be the winner of this competition, and there was a smile on the corner of Zhending's mouth, I won , I won, I survived!
But, why there is no sound of my victory, is it because Master, Uncle and the others forgot?
At this moment, a scene that surprised Zhending appeared.

Zhang Shou's 'corpse' slowly floated up, it looked as if Zhang Shou had come back to life again, except for the scorched blackness on his body, it seemed to be the same as before, just the lingering dead air , Wrapped tightly around his body, and radiated from the inside out, the momentum it brought was even more compelling than those eighteen zombies.

not good!Just now such a thought emerged from Zhending's mind, and he subconsciously wanted to call back his magic sword, but suddenly he felt his body froze, but he couldn't bring himself to breathe for a moment, and he came back to his senses However, Zhang Shou, who was twenty or thirty feet away from him, had appeared in front of him, and his scorched and skinny right hand was tightly pinching his throat, while the one who was supposed to win I was mentioned by Zhang Shou just like that little chicken.

Zhending felt a sense of misery in his heart, did he still lose?Looking at Zhang Shou with a ferocious smile in front of him, Zhending seems to understand why he can still stand up and pinch himself in his hands after being subjected to such a thunderbolt. I can't survive today, you Not much better, is it?At least I can re-enter reincarnation, and you, how many more hundred years will you stay in this cage?
It seems that seeing the faint sarcasm in Zhending's eyes, and the sympathy for heaven and man, Zhang Shou's ferocious head became even more frightening, and the joints in his hands suddenly exerted a little strength. The head remained in his hand, but the lower half of the body fell to the ground with a thud, countless blood gushed out from the broken neck, staining the surrounding blue bricks red, but the few points were faint. The endless greenness is particularly eye-catching in this deep red.

Seeing Zhending's tragic situation, all the cultivators in Luofu covered their eyes one after another, even Zhenjun Tongmiao and Zhenjun Weiyu sighed.

"This time, the Southern Devil's Cult won." Zhang Qin slowly opened his mouth, announcing the outcome of this game.

Master Tongmiao arched his hands to show that he accepted the answer, and then waved his hand. Dahe Daoist came to the stone flat in person, picked up Zhending's head and bones scattered on the ground, and calmed down silently.

"Roar!" Zhang Shou, who was still standing on the stage, seemed to be upset at being robbed of his things. Chen and Twilight, who was sideways in the sky, stood up, and a purple golden bell appeared in front of him, emitting a ray of light, which hit Zhang Shou, and Zhang Shou was captured by the light, and his figure gradually shrank, and then turned into a stream of light, submerged in the light shot by Chen and Twilight. Among the purple and gold bells, there was no trace.

After finishing all this, Dahe Daoist's face was still ashen, but Chen and Huan seemed very satisfied with this, showing a rare smile.

The Heavenly Corpse Sect has a secret technique called "Turning the Body into a Corpse", just like the exchange of human corpses performed at the end of a martial arts battle. When necessary, a human is a corpse, and a corpse is a human!But unlike Ciri’s natal corpse, Zhang Shou’s kung fu has not yet mastered it, not to mention his natal corpse, his three proud iron-armored corpses are just ordinary iron-clad corpses, compared to Ciri’s It was far from the silver armored corpse in Japan.If it wasn't for his vitality being hurt during the farewell fight, there would be no chance for him to play!

Zhang Shou's natal corpse is just a stiff-haired one, the one that avoided Bi Fang's fire bird, touched the surroundings when he was really careless, and gave him a ruthless slap.

It's a pity that Zhang Shou was already in Tianhu's trap, but a thousand-day one-yuan thunderbolt turned all his plans into soot, and he himself really turned himself into a corpse.

Yes, that Zhang Shou who was standing in the arena and tearing Zhending to pieces was already a dead body in a strict sense, but because of the peculiar skills of the Heavenly Corpse Sect, when he died, Zhang Shou directly transformed into a dead body. It became an iron-clad corpse, an iron-clad corpse with the aptitude of this silver corpse.

In the moment of conversion into a corpse, the chaos of life and death did not directly affect Zhang Shou's soul, so during this time, he took away the life of Zhending who was in a state of confusion, and after that, the slightest trace of life The Qingming disappeared in smoke, and he became the treasure of the Heavenly Corpse Sect's Township Sect, a treasure in the "Zijin Township Demon Bell", and became the foundation of the Heavenly Corpse Sect.

Perhaps one day, someone who is in charge of the 'Zijin Town Magic Bell', the leader of the corpse, took a fancy to the aptitude of his body, refined him into shape, and maybe there is a one or two chance to awaken the self and become a corpse. A celestial corpse warrior with self-awareness.

"Fellow Daoist Tong Miao, when should the next match be held?" Fu Yutian asked True Monarch Tong Miao.

"Fellow Fuyu Heaven, wait for a while, it's almost noon now, why don't you let the cultivators rest for a while, I'll wait for an hour and then do the second round, how about it?" Zhenjun Tongmiao replied in a low voice.

"That's fine, my leader is also suffering from one or two famines. I heard that the nine-leaf yellow peach in Luofu Mountain is very beautiful. I wonder if my leader will be lucky enough to taste it again?"

"Oh? Fellow Daoist Fuyu Tian also likes to eat peaches? A few days ago, I saw that the melons and fruits on the table of Fellow Daoist hadn't moved at all. I thought Fellow Daoist didn't like this thing, so I asked someone to withdraw it for Fellow Daoist. It's a sin to do so. He."

(End of this chapter)