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Chapter 236 Melee in the Coffin Gorge and tens of thousands of zombies besieging the Zombie King (2)

In an instant, the sky turned dark and the earth became dark, and countless demons like those from hell were born and came to the world.

Zombies, witch corpses, evil ghosts, and bugs roared and rushed toward the group of monks waiting in formation to collide.

The whole body is covered with a terrifying aura that is ominous and contrary to the human world. The person holding his breath holds his breath for fear that he will be inhaled by some unknown poisonous gas, which would be very unlucky.

It is difficult for ordinary magic weapons to cause fatal damage to zombies that have been immersed in the influence of corpse veins for thousands of years, let alone more than 500 intelligent zombies that have become zombies.

Although all of them are skinny, malnourished, and have green faces and fangs, they are all extremely powerful, their bodies are like steel and iron bones, and they are basically immune to physical attacks.

The coming Yangshen Master is besieging the two zombie kings. This is an existence that surpasses Fei Zhan. If they meet alone, only the peak Yangshen who have clearly understood the heart of heaven can fight against each other.

The attack of Yang Shen Zhenren was extremely terrifying. He Xiu saw his fifth master uncle and invited a Great God Beidi. He was thirty-three meters tall, like a mountain giant, but his face was ugly, and he was not as beautiful as a god. , how many gods and magic are alike, how terrifying they are. This is the same in the East and the West. The priests responsible for fighting have long... Anyway, they are more devils than devils.

I saw that the fifth uncle's whole body was covered with flames. From a distance, it looked like the blazing sun at noon. He could not look directly at it. He moved his hands and feet as if he was about to tear down the mountain. When he stepped on a fire pit, the ground was baked into glass by the high temperature. .

It's just that it's too high-end, it looks exactly like an adult stepping on an ant. The two zombie kings were just nails, and they were two nails that seemed to be able to teleport and run away. The fifth master's uncle stepped on them for a while, but he didn't step on them with one foot. Instead, a group of zombies were stepped on and smashed to pieces.

The rest of the Yangshen Masters did not give in too much. Fenfen used his understanding and knowledge to transform into thunder. His speed was so fast that his eyes could not follow him. He was usually black and stiff. He would be scorched when he was touched and turned into gray when he was exploded.

There is also a sword fairy. A sword comes down from the sky, exuding terrifying power. One sword hits an abyss, one sword hits a ditch, it is so terrifying.

The battlefield is terrifying, no worse than the indiscriminate bombardment of missiles.

Human life, dead life, ghost life, etc., what is the difference between all kinds of life and rotten insects and ants in the face of such an explosive battle.

Ordinary casual cultivators are relatively unlucky. They have few spells, low-level rune inheritance, and only a few attack methods. Most of them are folk techniques, such as black dog blood. These people seem to be here to deliver food to zombies. You fight Not for this big scene. You can just watch from a distance, but the rush was so fierce that I couldn't hold it back. With a bang, I was thrown to the ground by a group of zombies. I was immediately disemboweled and bitten until I was no longer human.

When a zombie sees blood, its combat power soars. The withered skin and bones become plump to the naked eye. After being moistened by human blood, their movements become much more agile. Their claws can break mountains and rocks, and their fangs can crush steel bars. In the aura, Piaomiao, most of the monks who only cultivate the Yang God are still mortals, that is, people with surging energy and blood. The only advantage is that their bodies are flexible, unlike zombies that cannot turn around and move around by jumping sideways. Loach rolling, etc., ordinary disciples, if they practice fighting hard for three years, can fight against ordinary zombies, but in the end, they meet a guy who has killed someone thousands of miles away, which weakens the advantage of the human body a lot.

The one with the best situation must go to He Xiu's team. After all, they have conducted military training, advance and retreat in a well-organized manner, and are also equipped with modern new magic weapons and blessing warheads engraved with evil-breaking runes.

Although you can't kill one with one shot, the bullet can break the defense and just kick the legs. Ordinary zombies lying on the ground and unable to escape are simply a harvester of merit.

The machine gunner fires, click, click, click, click. This is the real machine gunner. It is not the continuous click, click, click, but three bullets are fired accurately. The zombies' muscles and bones were cracked by the beating, and they could only roar with their big mouths open as they lay on the ground.

Grenade...well, it's useless if it can't be clustered. The scattered shrapnel is useless to zombies, and it's very easy to accidentally injure them.

A charge that is not afraid of death is still very scary. Even if the Taoist soldiers shoot accurately, for this group of zombies who feel no pain, have strong vitality and strong bodies, the effect is just delay. Although the results are fruitful, they finally reach the front. To the point of cutting.

From modern positional warfare, after a stick of incense, it fell into a confrontation with cold weapons.

Cold weapons, can a monk's things be called cold weapons? Ao Xiaoshuang narrowed her eyes. She had been accompanying Ao Tianlong outside the Great Wall since she was a child. She felt confident that she had never seen any monsters before. She tore the yellow cloth on the spear in her hand and pointed the red cherry spear at the group of corpses. : "Prepare for close combat!"

Suddenly, several disciples around him were holding two short drum sticks. The sound of the drums was like thunder. Drums are also magical tools that can boost the military's power and courage. Otherwise, why would the ancient army use drums? came as the sound of an advancing attack.

During the battle between the ancient emperor and Chi You, the appearance of this drum was crucial, determining the victory of the war. Since then, the drum has become an important musical instrument in the civilization of the Flower Kingdom, used for happy events and funerals. It exists in entertainment, prays for blessings, and fights. It seems to have penetrated into every aspect.

"Exorcise evil and eliminate filth, cleanse the world! Kill the demons, protect the peace of the world, kill!!"

Five hundred soldiers recited the incantation in unison. Everyone held a mahogany sword and a few talisman papers, and the incantation to ward off evil started.

On the mahogany sword, a golden light flashed, and they immediately stood up in a shield formation, holding the mahogany sword straight. There were fears and uneasiness in their eyes, but also determination and determination, and so on. Everyone was afraid of death. They were just ordinary monks. Their identities It does not eliminate fear, because strength cannot suppress them. They know that many people around them will definitely fall today, perhaps including themselves.

But the owner of the valley supports himself and others, isn’t it just to save the world? Being afraid does not mean that he will retreat. On the contrary, a person whose whole body is trembling will be more effective in combat, because he has already thought about where to stab the sword in his hand so that he can kill him with a fatal blow and prevent himself from being injured.

The shoulder bag on his waist contains Zhiyang aged glutinous rice mixed with Wanmin incense ash. He is not afraid of being grabbed by zombies and can pull out the corpse poison immediately.

Guan Yu, the military evil spirit, gathered in the air. He stood upright with his sword in full swing, and the blue light of the Qinglong Yanyue sword flashed in his hand.

Just listen to Ao Xiaoshuang shout loudly. :"kill"

More than 500 Taoist soldiers followed and echoed to increase their courage. The army needs to accept death as if it is home, and the courage of a moth to fly to the fire can be maintained.

It’s a long story, but in reality it only takes one breath. There was a loud sound, like hot oil entering water. Many disciples' mahogany swords pierced the zombie's throat, releasing the corpse energy.

Naturally, He Xiu couldn't just watch indifferently. After all, several of his women were here. He quickly threw the Angry Chicken and flew into the group of corpses. Not to be outdone, Sha Qiang waved the Ghost Demon Yanyue Sword in his hand, crossing all directions and slashing at the group of corpses. Killing in all directions is particularly eye-catching.

Zhuge Yungao of the Fantasy Sect and some outstanding disciples of the Maoshan Fumo Hall who followed the team were dumbfounded. They could not imagine that He Xiu, who was of the same generation as them, was so powerful.

As a senior brother, I hope you live a good life and have deep cultivation, but I don't want you to be so good. Isn't this comparing yourself to the Kingdom of Java? He Xiu and other things are so annoying.

Heiyue Ao Xiaoshuang and others, who can be regarded as middle-level experts in this scene, have been swimming around the team. They saw Ao Xiaoshuang, the gun in his hand was like thunder, the universe circle was smashed out, and it could return automatically.

One zombie was stabbed and the other was knocked unconscious. As a disciple of Taiping Dao, Hei Yue, under the inhuman teachings of Zhao Jun, was naturally better than Lao Yuan, the two apprentices of the bald Tianshi who traveled around.

In this regard, strictly speaking, Zhou You lost to Zhao Jun this time. After all, being better than the old is the most gratifying thing for a master. "Thunder is coming, God of Thunder, help me!" He Xiu stepped into the air. He was one of the few beings in this demon-slaying battlefield who could physically stand in the void. Of course, he also received many envious and jealous looks.

These are all people with mental problems. Their cultivation is not yet at the advanced level. They are full of greed, anger and delusion. Don’t you know that He Xiu, whether his cultivation is high or low, they can’t take it away? What he cultivates is his own way to reach the sky. What belongs to others is ultimately theirs.

In the air, thunder gathered in the thunder talisman in He Xiu's palm, rising with tremendous power. With a casual finger, a bolt of thunder rushed towards the zombies.

The buzzing sound of electricity electrocuted many people instantly. The monk's thunder was no ordinary thunder, it had incredible sacred attributes.

Some fools actually say that insulators are used to isolate thunder tribulations, why don't they hear the thunder of the heart and soul, and specifically attack the thunder of the heart and soul. When it explodes in the consciousness of a monk or a monster, no insulating material will work. How about stuffing plastic bags from the supermarket into the brain? There are also the tribulation of asking questions, the tribulation of inner demons, and so on. This is God’s test for you. It is much stricter than the high school exam. If you dare to make small moves, you can directly change from C paper to A paper.

Rumble!

Rumble.

Continuous thunder exploded in the middle of the corpse group, leaving many young monks who had come to see it dumbfounded.

To be honest, today’s battle scene. It was the first time for some Yangshen Masters to meet them. Who would have thought that there would be so many terrifying existences in this devil's cave.

In the high-end battlefield on the other side!

Bai Rourou, who is in the first stage of Yang Shen, naturally does not want to fight in a group with Xiao Ya San. Her goal is to cooperate with the top experts to attack the two zombie kings.

Bai Rourou's protective magic weapon is an amber scarlet silk, 20 centimeters wide and about seven or eight meters long. It is a rare and unusual magic weapon.

I saw her beautiful eyes widening, her arms raised, her orange robe fluttering, her body slowly rising into the air, her left and right hands crossing her chest, making orchid fingers, and shouting: "Bind the God!"

As soon as the decree was spoken, a long red cloth flew towards Feng Shigu, but in the blink of an eye it was trapped firmly.

The fifth child of Fumotang, seeing this opportunity, how could he miss it? In an instant, he transformed into six arms and six huge Yangshen fists, and struck Feng Shigu hard.

Uncle of the Fifth Master, praying to God requires a waste of time. It should not exceed the time of one stick of incense at most. You also need to rest. The two zombie kings were too flexible just now, which caused the Uncle of the Fifth Master to be empty. In order to avoid wasting it, the Uncle of the Fifth Master had to deal with it. Looking at the zombies that were still pouring out of the abyss, he punched and kicked them inhumanely. Good guy, he punched and cannoned over a hundred zombies to pieces.

Can't hit the big one. It's okay to beat the little ones, after all, it's all merit.

He Xiu felt like he was a firefighter, with lightning flashing among the corpses that were about to collapse everywhere.

It's a pity that I don't have enough magic power, so I have to leave some behind for emergencies. Fortunately, I have two divine swords in my hands, which I can wield in a secretive way. I am also quite experienced in sword attacks.

As the body continued to move through the group of corpses, the two swords continued to output, often clearing a vacuum area by themselves.

Among the monks who were old, middle-aged and young, everyone noticed He Xiu. The figure walking leisurely among the zombies was deeply engraved in their hearts.

The zombies' attacks on He Xiu were often just a few seconds away. Every time the claws were about to catch He Xiu, there was always a sword that struck in time, cutting off an arm, half a finger, etc. This is the legendary micromanagement.

Sometimes he was about to be hooked, but always at the critical moment, he was dodged, as slippery as a loach that had smeared soap liquid on itself.

This gave those ordinary monks the wrong feeling that they could do it even if they wanted to.

Some young monks who followed the elders were eager to try, but were sternly rejected, but some young casual monks were not so lucky.

Following He Xiu's example, he rushed in with the weapon in his hand, and then... he felt like there were more than a dozen claws on his hands, grabbing a piece of meat and falling down.

He Xiu was too late to save him, and saw this self-important guy being torn to pieces by more than a dozen zombie hands.

The brain has learned it, but in reality...it's rubbish.

One minute on stage, ten years off stage, how can it be bluffing? I have to thank Master Shi Jian for this. If he didn't teach me mysterious magic and only taught martial arts, he wouldn't be as calm as he is today.

He Xiu didn't despise martial arts at the beginning, and practiced hard, and only then did he have the highlight moment where he has been through thousands of stiffnesses and can not stick to any wounds.

Coupled with the two divine swords, killing zombies is like chopping melons and vegetables. With the combination of many factors, He Xiu can naturally kill a group of ordinary zombies with ease.

At the bottom of Coffin Gorge, zombies seemed to be endless, crawling out of the cave and along the cliffs. Grabbing the Nine Death Jingling Armor, he came to various mountain peaks.

Feng Shigu, I'm so unlucky today. I was sleeping well down there, but someone dug me out. Later, he went too far, as if he was a doormat, slapping himself in the face whenever anyone came.

Now Bai Rourou and the fifth master's uncle joined forces and beat Master Feng until he was so angry that he smoked and spat out a mouthful of corpse evil.

Looking at the Zombie King lying on the ground, the nearby expert who came to support him was ready to make a move, so he immediately started a last-ditch attack. He could also be a helper.

The black-faced god Zhao Jun naturally saw the idiot Feng Shigu. The one who is being beaten now has more anger coming out and less anger coming back.

Of course, others also paid the price for their comeback. For example, because the time was too long, the uncle of the Fifth Master put away his magic spell and prepared to fight at close quarters.

Relying on the understanding of the way of heaven, even if you don't use magic, you can still fight extremely smoothly.

(End of this chapter)