The Corpse King "rebels" and secretly kills him, everyone is shocked.
What was more shocked than Yang Jishan and others was Lu Chengyun himself.
His chest was penetrated by the sharp claws of zombies, and blood was flowing like a stream. The corpse poison melted into the blood, flowed into the meridians, and attacked the heart and veins of the internal organs.
His palms and limbs gradually became out of control.
The consciousness is also a little blurred, and a bloodthirsty desire gradually blinds the reason.
The copper corpse poison comes violently and takes effect very quickly.
Lu Chengyun endured the severe pain and clenched the corpse king with a backhand.
The corpse king's sharp claws were pulled out from Lu Chengyun's back, and several blood splashed out, sprinkled on the ground, gradually turning green.
Lu Chengyun's hands trembled and immediately took out a pile of bottles and jars from the storage bag. They stopped bleeding, cured corpse poison, and returned spiritual energy... No matter what pills were, they stuffed them into their mouths.
Those who refining corpses will be accompanied by corpses and will often be infected with corpses poison and should beware of corpses' transformation, so they will prepare a lot of elixirs with them.
Lu Chengyun is no exception.
After taking the pill, he temporarily suppressed the corpse poison, and his pale face improved a little.
The Corpse King stayed three feet away, silent and still looked "loyal".
It seems that it was not the one who plotted against me just now.
Lu Chengyun tried to control the corpse king, but found that the corpse king was still dominated by him, without any abnormality.
But he almost died at the hands of the Corpse King. At this time, he felt that the Corpse King was fine, so he was brainless.
Lu Chengyun was shocked and angry, looked around and roared:
"Who controlled my corpse king?!"
Yang Jishan and others all changed their expressions.
Anyone can control the corpse king?!
This man was able to control the corpse king and plot against Lu Chengyun?
Who is this person?
Could it be the mastermind behind the layout and nourishing the evil spirits?
Everyone held the swords and guns in their hands tightly, activated the spiritual weapons, pinched the magic tricks, looked alert, but cold sweat couldn't help but seep out of their backs.
It can be empty all around.
No one answered.
There were only the suppressed breathing of a group of monks and the low roar of zombies.
Lu Chengyun was even more angry, but his heart was even more chilling.
"The Corpse King is mine!"
"It's up to me, and I can only control it!"
"The only person in this world who can control is me!"
But why?
Why did the Corpse King act without authorization and kill himself?
Lu Chengyun's eyes were frightened and frowned.
Who can control the corpse king besides himself?
The only person who has tampered with the Corpse King is Zhang Quan.
But Zhang Quan had been killed by himself, and his body was also refined into a zombie. In the previous battle, he fought for himself and was killed by Taoist soldiers, and his corpse was left untold.
Who else can be there besides Zhang Quan?
What means should I use to control the corpse king?
Lu Chengyun thought hard, but he could never imagine who could secretly control the corpse king under his nose, hide from him and Zhang Quan, suppress his Lingshu evil formation, and Zhang Quan's method of controlling corpse, and secretly control the corpse king?
Lingshu Evil Formation...
Lu Chengyun was shocked and hurriedly looked at the corpse king's chest.
But in addition to the blood-colored evil formation in the corpse king's chest, blue patterns appeared faintly.
Lu Chengyun is quite familiar with these patterns, and is similar to the evil patterns, but the aura is completely different.
Clear, mysterious, profound...
Lu Chengyun took a breath.
"Lingshu Formation?!"
Spiritual power is the pivot, and the qi is clear and the source is correct.
This is indeed the true spiritual master formation that is drawn with spiritual power and a true spiritual master formation!
Lu Chengyun's eyes were frightened.
There are really people in this world who can set up a real spiritual master formation?
Moreover, he used this authentic Lingshu array to overturn his own Lingshu evil array?!
"No, it's impossible..."
Lu Chengyun was in a state of dismay and murmured.
Suddenly an amazing guess came to my mind:
Xiaoling Yin Sect!
It’s the Xiaoling Yin Sect!
"I killed my master and bullied my ancestors, ruined the sect, cut off the inheritance of the Xiaoling Yin Sect, dug up the sect tomb of the Xiaoling Yin Sect, and stole the corpses of the elders of the previous dynasties to refine the corpses..."
"It must be because they know that I have blood debts and blood compensation!"
"Yes, this Lingshu Formation is the unique skill of the Xiaoling Yin Sect. Only the ancestors of the Xiaoling Yin Sect can learn it. It's like this, it must be like this..."
Lu Chengyun looked panicked and swore to the sky:
"Seniors, I'm thinking of being a disciple of Xiaoling Yin Sect, I'll spare my life!"
"I didn't mean it, I had no choice but to..."
"My master is hypocritical and says he wants to inherit the formation, but he always teaches only some superficial things, just let us learn more and practice more and waste time..."
"He was greedy for the unique skills of Lingshu Formation and hid them alone."
"I begged him for a long time, but he didn't teach me. I had no choice but to kill him and try to get this formation..."
"I have also tried my best to do a good job, and I am also doing the inheritance of Xiaoling Yin Sect!"
"This formation is in the hands of my master. The pearls are covered with dust and waste natural resources. Only when I learn it can this formation be used to benefit the world!"
"Only people can know the essence of my Xiaoling Yin Sect formation!"
...
Only then did Yang Jishan and others realize the hidden truth here, and their eyes looked at Lu Chengyun, all of them were despised.
Deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors, stealing the inheritance, stealing the sect tombs, and blaspheming the ancestors are all taboos in the world of cultivation.
Lu Chengyun is still worth mercy!
The corpse king was still motionless.
But at this moment, there were two iron corpses beside Lu Chengyun, but suddenly a killer was killed.
Their sharp claws are like swords, one cuts to Lu Chengyun's head from left to right, and the other takes Lu Chengyun's heart vein from right to left.
The moves are fierce and the timing is accurate.
At this time, Lu Chengyun focused all his attention on the Lingshu Formation on the Corpse King's chest. He was also a little caught off guard because he was guilty and fearful and repented to the sky.
But the strength of the iron corpse is a little worse than the half-copper corpse-turned corpse king, and it is a little slower to make a move, giving Lu Chengyun a chance to escape.
He felt dangerous and immediately turned sideways, avoiding the claw of his heart, then bowed his head, and avoiding the move of cutting his head.
But despite this, his bun was cut off.
Lu Chengyun's hair was radiant and in a mess.
He looked at the two iron corpses, looked frightened, retreated repeatedly, begging for mercy:
"Two elders, spare my life!"
These two iron corpses were the elders of the Xiaoling Yin Sect during their lifetime.
After his death, he dug up his grave and turned into a zombie.
Lu Chengyun thought he was the ancestor of Xiaoling Yin Sect and asked him for his life, so he was very frightened.
But then, his heart was shocked and he realized something was wrong.
In a vague way, he could feel a spiritual sense that the corpse king was used as the pin, leading these two iron corpses!
This spiritual consciousness is very deep, obscure, and it also reveals a bit of familiarity.
"It's someone who's making a fool of himself and wants to take the opportunity to kill me!"
Lu Chengyun's eyes turned cold and he followed this spiritual consciousness. Then the spiritual consciousness moved, and a sharp color flashed. He suddenly slashed out a sword energy and headed straight to the open space beside Yang Jishan.
The sword energy was about to slash to the ground.
A young man in white holding a spear suddenly appeared and stood with a spear. His aura skyrocketed, blocking the attack and eliminating the sword energy.
This young man in white is Bai Zisheng.
Lu Chengyun was secretly shocked.
Qi cultivation actually blocked the sword of his foundation-building cultivator!
And when Bai Zisheng retreated, a small figure appeared behind him.
The eyebrows and eyes are like picturesque, and the eyes are as bright as stars.
It is ink painting.
Lu Chengyun was stunned, then changed color:
"You are not dead?!"
Mo Hua squinted her eyes and smiled without answering.
Lu Chengyun's eyes flashed, and suddenly his expression was shaking, and he said in a daze:
"Is it you?"
"You have controlled my corpse king?"
As soon as these words came out, Yang Jishan and others were shocked and looked at the ink painting in disbelief.
But Mo Hua shook his head and corrected: "It's not the corpse king of '家'."
Then he held his little hand and the formation patterns on the corpse king's chest suddenly became brighter, extending light blue spiritual silk, gradually spreading to the corpse king's body.
"It is my corpse king now!"
Lu Chengyun looked frightened, "No!"
He immediately focused on himself and tried his best to activate the Lingshu evil formation, trying his best to fight for control of the Corpse King at all costs.
Blood-colored array patterns appeared on the corpse king's chest.
The red evil power, like blood, spreads outward, entangled with the light blue spiritual silk, strangled each other, and kept dying.
The corpse king also struggled repeatedly between the red and blue gossips, roaring hideously.
Its chest, two-color array patterns, the opposite of good and evil, and the alternation of light and darkness.
But in a moment, the bloodshot was suppressed by the spiritual silk and dissipated one by one.
The evil formation on the corpse king's chest gradually faded.
Cold sweat broke out between Lu Chengyun's forehead, and gradually felt that his spiritual consciousness was out of control. He activated the Lingshu evil formation, and the evil bloodshots generated by the generation gradually became weak and powerless.
And those spiritual power gossips are still continuously flowing, filled with vigorous power of divine thoughts!
Lu Chengyun felt incredible.
He realized a terrible fact:
The little ghost Mo Hua is not only proficient in spiritual pivot formations, but his formation level is much higher than that of himself, but even his spiritual consciousness is also crushing himself!
How is that possible?!
He is only at the eighth level of Qi Refining!!
Seeing his corpse king gradually breaking away from his own control.
Lu Chengyun was heartbroken and frightened. He glared at Mo Hua and gritted his teeth and asked:
"When did you learn the Spiritual Push Array?"
While controlling the corpse king, Mo Hua said with a puzzled look on his face: "Didn't you teach me?"
Lu Chengyun was stunned.
Mo Hua said innocently:
"Did you forget? You showed me the Lingshu Array Diagram. You even drew it in front of me a few times. As I looked at it, I learned it..."
Lu Chengyun shouted: "Impossible!!"
"impossible!"
His expression was almost crazy.
"This is the Lingshu Formation, a first-grade twelve-patterned array!"
"It took nearly a hundred years to study day and night, and I worked hard and had to use evil means to use human bones, dip them in human blood, and draw human skin to learn this formation..."
"You can learn it after a few glances?"
"This is absolutely impossible!"
Lu Chengyun's eyes were red, his mind was not in his mind, and even the heart of Tao was vaguely broken.
The ink painting immediately gave Bai Zisheng a look.
Bai Zisheng instantly understood, and when he moved his body, his gun was like a gust of wind, heading straight to Lu Chengyun's chest.
Because the corpse king was charged, the iron corpses around him remained motionless.
Lu Chengyun was in a state of emotion and was unaware of Bai Zisheng's sneak attack and was stabbed in the chest by this shot.
But Bai Zisheng only has the ability to refine Qi after all, while Lu Chengyun has the cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment Stage.
Although the shot was rapid, it only broke Lu Chengyun's skin and did not penetrate it, and it was even more impossible to stab it to death.
Lu Chengyun spit out a mouthful of blood, took a few steps back, and immediately came to his senses.
Going to escape!
The corpse king he relies on will be someone else's.
If you don't run away, you're probably going to die here.
Lu Chengyun used his body technique to avoid Bai Zisheng's marksmanship and retreated at the same time.
Although Bai Zisheng is a qi refining, he has a profound cultivation and sharp Taoism.
Lu Chengyun was seriously injured and surrounded by powerful enemies. The Corpse King was about to "rebel", so he could only be chased by Bai Zisheng and fled in a panic among iron corpses like wooden stakes.
The monks around him were unable to figure out the situation and did not know what to do for a moment.
Yang Jishan's expression was also slightly dark.
He also began to feel a little confused.
The person who secretly controlled the corpse king was actually Mo Hua??
Is this little monk behind the scenes?
Is it the one who plans to refine the evil spirits of Tao?
How is this possible?
But if not, how could he cross Lu Chengyun and dominate the corpse king to "rebellion"?
What is his identity?
Is it a disciple of the righteous path or... the Holy Son of the Demonic Path?
Yang Jishan's heart gradually became colder and his expression became a little hesitant.
Lu Chengyun was still running away. He had good physical skills. In a short period of time, Bai Zisheng could not do anything to him.
For a moment, the scene was a bit stalemate.
At this moment, behind Lu Chengyun, the yin energy was sharply heavy.
On his chest, the corpse king, which had all evolved into the shape of a light blue spiritual pivot formation pattern, suddenly appeared behind him, with sharp claws like the wind, stalking Lu Chengyun's back neck.
The sharp and long nails stuck Lu Chengyun tightly.
Lu Chengyun looked panicked, but could not break free.
The Corpse King has completely lost control.
No, it was him who lost control of the corpse king.
The Corpse King was completely controlled by Mo Hua!
Mo Hua controlled the corpse king, grabbed Lu Chengyun, and immediately said:
"Senior brother, kill him!"
Just as Bai Zisheng was about to take action, Yang Jishan came to his senses, looked shocked, and hurriedly said:
"No!"
The skinny old man also hurriedly said, "Can't kill!"
Bai Zisheng hesitated and looked at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua's eyes turned cold and she said in a deep voice:
"kill!"
Between the monks of Daoting and the ink paintings, Bai Zisheng certainly listened to his junior brother.
Lu Chengyun was locked by the Corpse King, and the opportunity was rare, so he naturally had to do his best and stab Lu Chengyun, the scum, to death with one shot!
Bai Zisheng's spear was accumulating his strength and his breath rose.
"Stop him!"
Yang Jishandao then took the lead in trying to stop Bai Zisheng.
The situation is unclear now, and Lu Chengyun cannot die yet.
If he dies, the corpse king loses control and the evil will be revived, everything will be done.
The skinny old man also took out the copper coins, but before he could take action, his expression suddenly changed.
Yang Jishan, who was standing beside him, also stopped and his eyes were slow.
In front of them, Bai Zisheng's breath continued to rise, and his spiritual power roared, and the sound of a dragon roar was hidden.
And a silhouette of the extremely majestic dragon was condensed on his spear!
dragon!
The skinny old man said tremblingly: "Guilong's spear technique?!"
Everyone's expression changed.
"The method of following the dragon..."
"It's from Qianzhou...that Wannian clan, the Bai family?!"
The power of the Canglong Phantom and the Bai family in Qianzhou made these foundation-building monks feel scared and at a loss.
The ink painting also opened its mouth.
Bai Zisheng was dressed in white, his eyes were like a sword, and his shadow was swam like a dragon, majestic and heroic.
He never expected that his younger brother could be so handsome...
After the accumulation of Angelica Dragon Spear, Bai Zisheng's spiritual power surged.
Then, the man and the gun were truly integrated, and the gun came out like a dragon, and the whole person turned into a dragon shadow, which whistled out with the loud sound of the dragon roar.
This shot almost exhausted all Bai Zisheng's spiritual power, and its power was terrifying.
In Lu Chengyun's extremely frightened eyes, a shot pierced his chest.
The spiritual power contained in dragon power shocked his meridians and internal organs, completely strangling Lu Chengyun's vitality bit by bit!
A traitor from the Xiaoling Yin Sect.
The head of the Lu family in Nanyue City.
The culprit who killed people and set up formations to refine corpses and build corpse mines died!
The entire grave mountain is quiet.
Dozens of iron corpses and thousands of walking corpses have also decayed and there is no movement.
After dozens of breaths, there was no change, Yang Jishan took a breath.
Since the ink painting appears, it has been frequently shocked.
His heart was up and down several times in less than an hour.
Lu Chengyun died, and the zombies did not move.
This is a good thing...
When Bai Zisheng tried his best to activate the Guilong Spear and killed Lu Chengyun, he was also a little weak, his face was slightly pale, but his expression was very excited and a little proud.
Bai Zixi was helpless, shook her head, took out a pill from the phoenix pattern storage bag, handed it to Bai Zisheng, and asked him to take it down and regulate his breathing.
Mo Hua, who was beside him, looked calm and suddenly frowned.
Yang Jishan was a little hesitant and was about to say something to Mo Hua, but his expression suddenly changed.
In the quiet grave mountain, I suddenly remembered the sound of chewing.
The sound is weird and gloomy.
Everyone looked in the sound and found a creepy scene:
Lu Chengyun, who was shot dead by Bai Zisheng, is being gnawed by the corpse king!
It seemed that he was afraid of being discovered. The corpse king ate very quickly, chewing big mouthfuls, and eating it in just a moment, and then swallowed Lu Chengyun alive!
The corners of its mouth and chest were covered with flesh and blood.
The red color in the eyes is increasing, and the dark gold color among the red is becoming more and more obvious.
The skinny old man's face turned pale and said in a trembling voice:
"The Corpse King... Lord Devouring, is this the evil Taoist awakened?"
Everyone was shocked and felt extremely frightened.
At the same time, the aura of the corpse king suddenly became terrifying, and there was also a trace of vague, twisted Taoist agglomeration.
Yang Jishan said sternly:
"Everyone, take all his strength and kill it before it wakes up!"
Swarms of foundation-building monks, their spiritual power rose.
Whether it is a spell, a spiritual weapon, or a talisman, all kinds of methods are used together, and they try their best to kill the corpse in the cradle!
Above the grave mountain, various foundation-building spiritual powers are intertwined, and the aura is huge.
But when these attacks were about to reach the Corpse King, they were all blocked by the Iron Corpse.
These iron corpses are fearless and escort the corpse king.
The originally quiet corpse group started to riot again, with red eyes and roaring, rushing towards the monks regardless of everything, as if they could not allow anyone to offend their "king"!
On the grave mountain, in a flash, it was caught in a more intense battle of life and death.
Bai Zisheng held a spear in his hand and wanted to fight again, but Bai Bai Zixi stopped him.
Bai Zixi brought Bai Zisheng to Mo Hua's side, blocked himself in front of the two of them, pinched the sword with his white fingers, condensed into sword lights, and crystal white fire was lit on the sword, protecting the three of them.
The zombies around him, whenever they touched the sword light, were burned by white fire.
Mo Hua looked at the Corpse King from afar.
The corpse king's aura increased little by little, and the twisted Taoist aura on his body was also a little deeper.
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he drew a thick array of earth under his feet, and began to meditate with his spiritual sense.
A group of foundation-building monks rushed towards the Corpse King.
But again and again, he was blocked by the iron corpse.
Yang Jishan looked pale and anxious.
The corpse king is gradually awakening and turning into a demon of Tao.
If you don’t kill the corpse king, everyone will die!
The Xiaohuangzhou realm will also suffer from the disaster.
Yang Jishan picked up the Sunset Spear, took the spiritual pill, and took another Da Huan Pill. With the last spiritual power, he activated the Sunset Spear again.
This shot is also amazing.
The fire condensed, and the gun was like the scorching sun.
Yang Jishan could not rush in front of the Corpse King, and just threw it hard, turning the spear into a rainbow, igniting a flame, and killing the Corpse King.
But this shot was also blocked by the iron corpse with its body. Even though it finally came to the front of the corpse king, it was caught by the corpse king with one hand.
The Corpse King twisted, and the Sunset Spear was broken, and its flesh instantly transformed into bronze.
Then the corpse king roared to the sky.
The corpse energy soars into the sky, covering the sky and the sun.
There was a faint bloody redness in the horizon.
This sound was like a command.
At this moment, not only the entire tomb mountain, but also the mine, but also the entire Nanyue City area, all the zombies seemed to hear orders and gather at the corpse king, as if they were going to worship their "kings"!
Yang Jishan is like falling into an ice cellar.
All monks also had numb scalp.
Many people showed despair.
The skinny old man said, "Leader Yang, find a way to break through first, how many can you survive!"
Yang Jishan gritted his teeth and said helplessly: "Okay!"
But he also knew that even if they escaped, they would not be able to escape under the tide of corpse command by the Corpse King.
This is just a glimmer of hope.
But if you don’t escape, there will be no chance of life.
The monks retreated under the cover of Taoist soldiers, while the ink paintings were still stopped.
Seeing this, Yang Jishan immediately shouted: "Little brother!"
He wanted to call Mo Hua to escape, but in this moment, Mo Hua was surrounded by iron corpses.
Yang Jishan can’t save him, but he can’t.
Yang Jishan was very anxious, but then he was stunned again.
He found that the iron corpse was just surrounding the ink painting, but he did not dare to get close to him.
Bai Zixi stood in front of Mo Hua and Bai Zisheng, with a calm expression, but her eyes were still a little solemn.
At this moment, Mo Hua opened her eyes, took a step forward, and blocked her younger brother and sister behind her.
When Mo Hua walked forward, the iron corpse showed fear and retreated one after another.
In their instincts, there is fear and the fear of being dominated.
The corpse king is their "king".
And now Lu Chengyun is dead.
Ink painting is the only one who can control the corpse king, and is their king's king!
The corpses were a little more stable.
The monks were able to breathe for a moment.
Through the corpse group, the corpse king's majestic and cruel eyes stared at the ink painting.
It has not become a Taoist evil yet.
Because, it does not really "devour the Lord".
Lu Chengyun is the master, but he has never been considered the real master.
Its real master is this little monk!
The master who has a master is not considered a master.
A king who has a king is not a king.
Only after eating this little monk can it truly devour the master, truly crush the shackles, break away from the shackles of the heavenly way, become the unique "corpse king", and become the "dao evil" that devours the heaven and earth!
Turn this area into a flesh and blood purgatory!
In the eyes of the corpse king, the blood color suddenly became strong, and turned into a blood light, heading straight for the ink painting.
Everyone was shocked, and Yang Jishan's expression also changed drastically, "Not good!"
Mo Hua looked calm, his eyes were like a sword, and his little hand pointed forward.
The corpse king's forward rushing figure came to an abrupt end!
Suddenly, countless spiritual silks bloomed from its chest, like silk and thread, woven outwards, suppressing the corpse king's corpse energy and tying the corpse king's body.
In the eyes of the Corpse King, there is no majesty, only tyranny and unwillingness.
It struggles to resist, and its blood and energy are even better.
The corpse energy is even stronger, and the gray-white corpse energy mixed with blood is surging layer by layer.
At the same time, the distorted and mutated Taoist convergence spreads.
Feeling this slight breath, all the monks felt frightened in their hearts, as if there was a layer of cold divine thoughts, staring at them, erasing their thoughts, and making them surrender.
This twisted Taoist aggregation also enveloped Mo Hua.
The heart of the ink painting is slightly moved.
This scent is very familiar.
At that time, the big monster in Tongxian City also had a similar aura.
But at that time, he knew nothing about the Taoist world and could not tell the details of this aura.
And now he understood.
This is the aura of evil Taoism, the distorted and evil Taoism of evil transformation.
Because it contains the Taoist aggregate of evil changes, these disasters are called Taoist evil.
Mo Hua knew it in his heart, and then began to use the thick earth formation to communicate the Taoist consortium of the earth.
Those who are uneasy are corpses.
The breath of corpses comes from the earth, but it is full of blood, hatred and hatred.
Mo Hua wanted to use the Taoist connotation of the earth to suppress the breath of the corpse king.
The terrain is quiet, and it carries things with virtue.
Perhaps it is the meaning of the earth, and I don’t want to see the evil of Tao grow.
The great Taoist connotation that the ink painting communicated this time is extremely strong. Although it cannot be compared with the visualization of the Taoist stele, it is enough to suppress the evil of the half-step Taoist corpse king.
The aura of Taoist evil was offset.
Ink painting is fully focused.
The peak spiritual consciousness of the Thirteen-Secret Lineage is at its peak.
On the Lingshu Formation, thousands of spiritual silks bloomed, like a blooming cereal, densely packed, strangled the corpse qi completely, suppressed, infiltrated, refined, sutured, and dominated little by little...
The corpse king resisted with cruel eyes, his flesh and blood were corrupted by the spiritual silk, and he was resurrected...
The stalemate lasted for no reason.
Mo Hua's eyes suddenly changed, with a bright light in her eyes, a crisp voice, but full of majesty, she shouted:
"A bad beast!"
"Kneel down!!"
The Corpse King was full of reluctance and roared at the top of his lungs.
But its body was still implicated by thousands of spiritual silks, pulled, and slowly kneeled down.
Every time I kneel, the rocks on the ground will crack!
The entire tomb mountain was trembling!
Thousands of zombies, their eyes were red, and they were unwilling to roar.
The entire Nanyue City was filled with mountains and ridges, filled with corpses, as if it was falling into the Avici Hell, and hundreds of ghosts were wailing.
The corpses were tide and the corpses were surging.
Mo Hua's eyes were calm and his small figure remained motionless.
He is still using the power of his divine thoughts to activate the spiritual pivot formation and dominate the corpse king bit by bit.
The Corpse King was pulled by countless spiritual silks and suppressed by the majestic Taoist consortium of the earth.
One of the corpse king's knees, in the midst of unyielding and struggle, finally knelt on the ground!
The hideous and terrifying noise between heaven and earth came to an abrupt end.
The corpses were quiet.
The trembling people looked up.
Then I saw the bloody corpse energy covering the sky above the grave mountain.
The majestic and huge corpse king half-kneeled in front of the small ink painting.
And the corpse king knelt down.
The tyrannical aura of the corpse gradually faded.
Dozens of iron corpses, their eyes faded away, and they showed a look of awe, and they slowly knelt down to Mo Hua.
Then the zombies in the entire Nanyue City were all over the mountains and ridges, and they were invincible and crawled towards the ink paintings.
The corpse king knelt down, the iron corpse surrendered, and the corpses worshiped!
All monks were shocked and speechless.
The thin old man who is familiar with the Tianji algorithm even trembles in his heart.
When he saw this, he never imagined it in his life, and he dared not imagine it:
The evil deed actually knelt down to a little kid...
After finishing this paragraph at once, I keep writing it~
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Chapter completed!