"Zombies, can it be said that Lin Feng's kid is hiding in the mountains?"

Fang Ming turned his head and looked at the mountains in the distance, the corpse was full of qi, the thunder was bursting, and his eyes immediately lit up.

"Hmph, this time is a lesson for you..."

Dropping a word, Fang Ming turned around and rushed towards the mountain.

"The zombie was born, could it be that something went wrong with the Chizuru Daomaster?"

Ichiyu's face changed slightly, put away the Buddha light on his body, and turned to look at the four eyes who had been lifted up by Jiale.

"It should be, I knew something would happen, but fortunately Lin Feng followed." The four eyes nodded, lowered their heads and quenched a mouthful of blood: "Fang Ming, that guy, it's really ruthless." "

His face was gloomy, his face was gloomy, but he knew that this was trouble.

When Fang Ming goes, he will definitely be able to find Lin Feng.

At that time, a vicious battle is inevitable.

At that time, no matter who wins or loses, there will be an uproar.

"You Maoshan, this is civil unrest?"

"Alas, the boss is about to retreat into the background, thirty years of fighting for the helm, and nothing will happen that time."

"One door and three veins, this kind of thing cannot be avoided."

"I have to wake up Lin Feng and Qianhe first, so that they can prepare early."

Immediately, Shimoku took out a paper crane that had already been folded from his arms.

"Lin Feng..."

Shimoku explained roughly what had just happened, and then reached out to the paper crane a little.

Suddenly, the paper crane fluttered its wings and flew away.

This is a small means of transmitting messages, which does not have a large range and is only useful within a range of ten kilometers.

Moreover, this paper crane festival is very troublesome to practice, so this method of communication, if it is not coincided, is basically rarely used.

"Jiaraku, you and Hoho are guarding the dojo together, and Ichikyu and I will follow to take a look."

After doing all this, Shimoku explained to Jia Le again.

Then the two good friends took the guys and also chased towards the mountain.

——

On the hill.

Heavy rain is coming.

Chizuru and his party could only stop and rest and set up camp.

Unexpectedly, before the tent was set up, heavy rain began to fall.

"Not good-"

Looking at the ink dripping on the coffin, Qianzuru's face changed: "The ink bucket line has begun to melt." "

"It's not a big problem, the tent over there will be set up immediately, as long as the coffin goes in, then wait for the ink bucket line to dry a little, and then make up for it."

Lin Feng comforted on the side. He knew that this first tent, Na Wu Guan, was categorically impossible to give to the dead.

After all, he needs to take care of his living master first.

However, seeing through and not saying broken, he wants to subdue the royal zombies in the strongest state, naturally he will not be stupid to change the plot at this time.

"That's the end of the matter, that's all there is to it." Qianhe nodded, feeling that he was walking towards Wu Guan: "Wu Guan, let Shou Shi go first." "

"Huh? Why? Steward Wu's face suddenly became cold.

"The ink bucket line has begun to melt." Chizuru said worriedly, "I'm afraid that the one in the shoushi will be..."

"Nope."

......

Chizuru was dumbfounded, and the sadness on his face was even worse.

"Senior brother, you're just too sincere." Lin Feng couldn't help but shake his head.

"Alas, taking people's money and eliminating disasters for others, after all, we just help them do things..."

Chizuru shook his head and circled around the coffin, and the uneasiness in his heart was even worse.

Because the other side of the coffin, the ink on the ink net, has been blown clean.

At this time, another tent was finally erected.

"Quick, push the shoushi forward."

Qianzuru's eyes lit up and hurriedly greeted.

Suddenly, southeast, northwest, and a few soldiers stepped forward and pushed the golden coffin into the tent.

"It's coming!"

A trace of color flashed on Lin Feng's face.

Look up at the sky.

I saw the wind and clouds rising in the sky.

The heavy rain that had just poured down suddenly disappeared.

The whistling mountain breeze blows, and it is a little mad.

"Alas, the rain has stopped-"

......

"What's going on?" Chizuru was also a little confused, and the situation seemed to be a little wrong.

Click-

At this moment, a golden lightning bolt tore through the sky and fell on the golden coffin.

Aaaaa

Several soldiers who directly pushed the coffin with their hands were first adsorbed on the coffin by electric light, and their bodies trembled wildly.

Then it was suddenly blown away by electric light.

Covered in darkness, he fell to the ground, and his life and death were unknown.

"Huh?"

Chizuru was taken aback, and quickly stepped forward to check on the situation of the soldiers.

"What's going on?"

In the tent on the side, the Wuguan heard the movement outside, and also opened the curtain and poked his head out.

"After the thunder slash, the aura of this royal zombie suddenly became much stronger."

On the side, Lin Feng's eyes lit up.

But he knew that this royal zombie finally waited for his chance.

Squeaky squeak-

There was movement in the copper horn golden coffin, and the lid of the coffin was slowly lifted up.

The ink bucket net was hit by the corpse gas. The red light flashed, but in the end, the magic ink on it was washed away by more than half, and the power was greatly reduced.

It was immediately torn apart.

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