Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 199 The strength is amazing
Zhao Yifan narrowed his eyes, and with a distance of several thousand meters away, he had already noticed the powerful sinister and ghostly aura emanating from this white-armored zombie. As far as the mountain spirit is concerned, the aura emitted by this white-armored zombie is several times stronger!
"Everyone, get out of here!"

Zhao Yifan couldn't care less, and said sharply to the practitioners around him: "This white-armored zombie is powerful, and you are far from being an opponent. If you don't leave, your lives may be in danger!"

"Director Liu."

The corner of Master Qingzhu's mouth showed a sneer, and he said to Liu Xiaotong who turned back: "Please tell this young man from the Xuanmen Administration Bureau to leave here quickly, otherwise there will be 'life-threatening'!"

"Elder He, Master Qingzhu, I think safety should come first, let everyone leave here first?"

Seeing Zhao Yifan's serious face, Liu Xiaotong's heart tensed immediately, and he said hastily: "It's okay to let everyone come back after this white-armored zombie is subdued!"

"Ignorant junior, this white-armored zombie is nothing more than a fifth-level Qi Refining Realm. You are afraid, but to this old man, it is nothing!"

Elder He flicked his sleeves, and said to Liu Xiaotong: "Please stay away, so as not to disturb the old man who slays and slays demons!" He said loudly, "Don't panic, everyone, it's just a white-armored zombie. The old man will surrender it now!"

With the tip of his toes on the ground, Elder He was like a big bird, soaring into the air, leaping seven or eight meters high, and performing a "volley step" in the air. It was as if his feet were on flat ground, and he was speeding up out of thin air. Running forward, an antique mahogany sword appeared in his hand.

With this move, everyone below was fascinated by it, and cheered loudly.

"Sure enough, he is indeed a master of the eighth level of Qi refining!"

"It will be great when I can be like Elder He."

"so cool!"

And those disciples of the Qingcheng faction showed admiration in their eyes, "Elder He is out, how can a mere white-armored zombie be an opponent?"

"It's a pity that this white-armored zombie has no intelligence. Otherwise, seeing our Elder He, he would be scared to death!"

"Elder He is mighty, show me the might of the Qingcheng faction!"

Master Qingzhu looked even more smug, squinting at Zhao Yifan and Liu Xiaotong next to him, and said triumphantly: "Director Liu, what Elder He is holding is our Qingcheng sect's most treasured 'devil sword', this sword is It is made of a thousand-year-old peach wood, and it is born with the ability to "destroy evil". My seniors have engraved a mysterious magic circle in it, which is the nemesis of such evil things. Today, I will let you learn from it. I sent Elder He Show off your supernatural power, how can you slay demons and demons!"

The walking speed of the white-armored zombie was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, the speed crossed hundreds of meters, and Elder He wanted to show his prestige in front of everyone, urging his aura to perform volleying steps and rushing hundreds of meters in the air. It's his limit.

Falling to the ground, Elder He screamed, and the Demon Slaying Sword in his hand, under the infusion of spiritual energy, suddenly emitted a pale white light, which was unparalleled in sharpness. Facing the white-armored zombie rushing in a hurry, he sneered: "Wait! Evil thing, dare to act presumptuously in Mount Qingcheng? You won't wait today." With a long tone, "Quick, cut!"

While waving his hands, the Demon Slaying Sword in Elder He's hand flew out as if possessing spirituality, stabbing at the oncoming white gun with incomparable speed!

Everyone was dazzled by the sight. This Demon Slaying Sword was the nemesis of evil creatures such as mountain spirits, sea monsters, and zombie mandrills. Coupled with the full force of masters like Elder He, it was a matter of minutes to kill this white-armored zombie.

Master Qingzhu couldn't help waving his hands excitedly, and shouted loudly: "Elder He is mighty..." Before he finished speaking, he saw the white-armored zombie wave his hand, as if it was slapping a fly, and it would fly towards its slasher. Demon sword, hit the ground!
"what?"

This scene immediately made Master Qingzhu's jaw drop, he was dumbfounded!

The excited, high-spirited disciples of the Qingcheng sect, who were full of anticipation and prepared to appreciate Elder He's display of supernatural power and slay demons, were all shocked on the spot.

"This...how is this possible?"

Elder He's body shook, he opened his mouth wide in astonishment, with an expression of disbelief, and for a moment, he froze in place.

"Hum..."

The white-armored zombie's sluggish eyes showed fiery excitement. Elder He in front of him exuded a powerful aura, and for it, it was simply the best food!

After waving the Demon Slaying Sword down, the white-armored zombie reached out and grabbed Elder He's heart unceremoniously.

"not good!"

"Elder He, run!"

"Be careful, Elder He!"

After recovering, the many practitioners who saw this scene subconsciously shouted.

snort!
Elder He, an extremely embarrassed wild donkey, rolled over and fell to the ground in the blink of an eye, narrowly dodging the attack of the white-armored zombie. Immediately, Elder He, who thought he was ashamed, turned livid, Taking advantage of the trend, he rolled on the ground, retreated a few meters away, exerted strength in his waist, and stood up straight.

"The evildoer will die..."

The moment Elder He got up, he crossed his hands and quickly squeezed the formula, but the speed of the white-armored zombie was much faster than he imagined!
Before he could finish pinching the formula, his eyes blurred, and immediately, Elder He felt a sharp pain in his body, and when his eyes went dark, he flew out into the air, spurting out a stream of blood in mid-air!

"not good!"

Master Qingzhu's face changed drastically, and he shouted anxiously: "Fellow daoists, this white-armored zombie is amazingly powerful, please help us to slay demons!"

Even if he didn't need to say it, all the practitioners present knew that this white-armored zombie definitely surpassed the strength of the fifth level of Qi refining!

Elder He, who is an expert at the eighth level of Qi refining, has no power to fight back against this white-armored zombie, that is to say, this is a high-level white-armored zombie!
Ordinary white-armored zombies are almost as powerful as practitioners at the fifth level of Qi refining, but the strength of this advanced white-armored zombie may be equivalent to that of practitioners at the eighth level of Qi refining. Otherwise, Elder He would not He didn't even have the strength to fight back!
Slaying demons and eliminating demons is indeed an obligatory task for practitioners in the Xuanmen world, but it also depends on the strength of the opponent!
Seeing the hesitation of many practitioners, a disciple of the Qingcheng sect immediately shouted: "Dear friends, we have a large number of people, even if this is a high-level white-armored zombie, it is by no means an enemy of our combined efforts!"

"There are so many of us, and each of us threw a spell on it, and we also subdued this white-armored zombie!"

Some disciples of the Qingcheng sect rushed towards the white-armored zombie while shouting loudly.

"That's right."

"Many people are powerful, and each person takes a mouthful of saliva. Those of us who were present also spit it to death."

Those younger practitioners followed behind one after another.

Hearing these words, Zhao Yifan was really speechless, he wondered what these people were thinking.

"Elder Zhao, what shall we do?"

Liu Xiaotong looked solemnly at the many practitioners, who swarmed towards the white-armored zombies.

"Wait and see."

Zhao Bin couldn't help but said, "Let's see if they can spit and spit out this white-armored zombie to death!"

When Elder He drove them away just now, none of the many practitioners present stood up and said a word for the Xuanmen Administration. Right now, Zhao Bin can't wait to see them make a joke!

"They are all from the Xuanmen..."

Zhao Yifan shook his head. Since the white-armored zombie easily knocked Elder He into the air just now, he had vaguely guessed that the strength of this high-level white-armored zombie was at least equivalent to that of a practitioner at the eighth level of Qi Refining. Otherwise, its body would Not so strong!

Unlike human practitioners, zombies devour the essence of the moon and absorb the evil spirit, almost all of which are used to temper their bodies, resulting in their bodies being extremely strong and powerful. With the same strength, practitioners are fundamentally Can't beat zombies.

Because practitioners pay attention to the cultivation of spells. Comparing the two, it is like a piece of paper and a martial arts. Although the power of spells is great, the body of zombies is even stronger!
"The evildoer will die!"

"disease!"

"Bah!"

After rushing tens of meters away from the white-armored zombie, the disciples of the Qingcheng faction and a large number of practitioners stopped at the same time, grasping formulas and various Taoist spells, and greeted the white-armored zombie go.

As the saying goes, if there are too many ants to kill an elephant, a good man is hard to beat!

But this is something that can only be done under almost equal conditions.

If a hundred sheep gather together to attack the tiger, it will be useless!
Apart from Elder He, the practitioners with the highest cultivation levels present are just "masters" who have reached the fifth level of Qi refining, such as Master Qingzhu. The spells they cast all fell on the white-armored zombies. Like a mud cow entering the sea, there is no reaction at all.

On the contrary, it was the white-armored zombie, whose eyes became more and more hot and excited when they saw the crowd gathered, and plunged headlong into the middle of the practitioners regardless of what happened.

While waving his arms, blood splattered everywhere, and there were screams again and again!

The nails of the white-armored zombie's hands were more than ten centimeters long, as if they were holding two sharp knives. They easily grabbed two Qingcheng sect disciples whose cultivation was no more than the second level of Qi Refining, and pierced their hands deeply into their bodies. He raised it high, blood poured down his arm, and the white-armored zombie excitedly and greedily licked it!
"Ah... help me."

"Elder He, Master Qingzhu, save me!"

The two Qingcheng sect disciples who were caught and lifted by the white-armored zombies let out screams and struggled in vain. The more they struggled, the blood mixed with the spiritual energy in their bodies, and the blood flowed away faster.

"not good!"

"Run!"

"This white-armored zombie is too powerful!"

Everyone was shocked and dumbfounded. Their spells fell on the white-armored zombie, as if it was tickling, and did not cause any harm to it at all. On the contrary, the white-armored zombie seriously injured two young people with every gesture. City school disciples.

Seeing this scene, almost everyone, including Zhangjiao Qingzhu and Elder He, also backed away in panic, no one needed an order!
(End of this chapter)