"hiss!"

After a dull low growl, the dead man standing opposite Yang Xian bent his legs slightly, suddenly thrust his body and rushed towards Yang Xian like a cannonball.

Under the bleak moonlight, the man in rags reflected a faint blue-white light on his long nails on his hands and fingers, grabbing Yang Xian's chest.

Others were in mid-air, and before they could reach their bodies, a smelly smell had already hit them.

Under the moonlight, Yang Xian stood with his hands behind his back and frowned slightly as he looked at the flying man.

Just when the zombie was still more than a foot away from him, Yang Xian opened his mouth and shouted softly, "Duh!"

After this clear sound was made, the living zombies rushing in the air were like being rammed by an invisible giant hammer. A few "cracks" sounds, the two straight arms suddenly deformed and twisted. The entire body that was rushing towards the air suddenly stopped in the air, and then flew backwards quickly and crashed backwards like shells.

After a series of "bang bang bang" sounds, rows of living zombies standing behind were hit and flew out in all directions, and the "crack" sounds were endless and I couldn't get up.

The zombies flying backwards were constantly casting, and they could not land until they broke out.

"Shit"

A loud roar.

Just as Yang Xian drank the zombies that were rushing away, the groups of zombies surrounding him roared to the sky and rushed towards Yang Xian.

The fishy smell became stronger and stronger, and wisps of black gas slowly emerged from the mouths and noses of these living zombies, covering the whole audience like blue smoke and mist.

Some of these living zombies are intact, while others are rotten, and even half of them are gone, while granulations are constantly wriggling at the wound, which is extremely strange.

They acted like the wind, and their roars just sounded and had not yet fallen, they had already jumped up and instantly arrived in front of Yang Xian.

"Ho!Ho!Ho!"

Sensing the zombies approaching, Yang Xian did not turn around and made three consecutive shouts of silence, shaking the sky. The houses in the entire mountain village seemed to have shook three times, and the roof tiles made a crackling sound and shaking endlessly.

The first sound of the word "du" was heard, and all the living corpses that rushed towards him were shocked at the same time, and they stopped in the air, and then landed on the ground with a "bang".

After the second sound of the word "du", the bodies of the living zombies who fell to the ground shook again, and their knees made a clear sound, and they couldn't help but kneel down towards Yang Xian.

When the third word "du" sounded, the living zombies surrounding Yang Xian were wailing, as if they were pressed by a giant mountain. The head was "cracked" and the back was bent like a bow. It pounced on the ground and could never get up again.

Under the cold moonlight, hundreds of living zombies formed a large circle, and Yang Xian, who was standing with his hands in the center of the circle, was extremely strange.

A stream of black gas kept popping out of their mouths in the low growlings of these living zombies, and then spread out, covering Yang Xian.

"Evil and crooked way, you should be punished!"

Yang Xian stood among the living zombies, his face sinking like water, and shouted loudly: "Who is killing people and refining corpses? Is it from the corpse driving sect?"

His words didn't sound very loud, but after he said them, the night birds flew in a fright, and the mountains responded, rumbling for a long time.

As he spoke, the dark air surrounding him disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye, and the hundreds of living zombies roaring on the ground became strangely quiet.

Yang Xian shouted a few times, the empty mountains were silent and there was no response.

Seeing this, Yang Xian stopped shouting and walked towards a living zombie not far away.

This is a little child, naked with his upper body, and his color is purple. There seem to be maggots squirming under his skin, making his exposed skin fluctuate, just like the wind blowing on the water surface, fluctuating endlessly.

Yang Xian sighed, raised his foot and stomped the ground gently, and a soft force came out from the ground, lifting the child lying on the ground.

"Shit"

The child's dough has rotted, and granulation continues to squirm on the edge of the rotten flesh, making it look disgusting and weird.

After he turned over, he raised his body and kept hissing and growling at Yang Xian, but he could not stand up.

Yang Xian sighed slightly, stretched out his palm and slashed it at the child Xuxu in front of him.

An invisible sword energy flew out, instantly breaking open the child's chest and abdomen, forming a long knife edge.

With a light "bang", a rich black air spurted out from the child's body, forming a black cloud that looked like a substance, floating in the air and swaying in the wind, and did not disperse.

"call!"

After Yang Xian blew a lightly, the floating little black cloud suddenly dissipated and drifted into the sky.

He looked down at the big hole between the child's chest and abdomen. The moonlight shone clearly, and something was squirming gently in the child's abdomen.

Yang Xiangong gathered his eyes and found that these wriggling things were not the internal organs and intestines, but the roots of trees, similar to the tentacles of some marine animals. They were dancing at this time. A few seemed to feel the space outside the abdominal cavity, and were poking out little by little, raising their heads and stretching out like snakes.

"The worm!"

After Yang Xian saw these tentacle-like things clearly, his face became more and more gloomy, "It was indeed made of the puppet door!"

It seemed that Yang Xian's existence was sensed. The tentacle-like objects in the child's abdomen all raised their heads and aimed them at Yang Xian. Their head suddenly cracked into three petals, revealing their fine and dense sharp teeth, dancing in the wind like grass.

Just as Yang Xian lowered his head and looked down, these tentacles suddenly flew out of the child's abdomen, and dozens of long tentacles formed a flesh cover, facing Yang Xian's head cover.

In the air flying in, all the tentacles in these flesh covers opened their mouths, like hundreds of poisonous snakes.

Looking at the flying "meat cover", Yang Xian showed disgust, raised his arm and fist, and blasted forward.

"boom!"

After he punched, the invisible energy rushed like a mountain, and suddenly pushed forward like an iron wall.

The flying "meat cover" was blown out in the air before it could reach its peak, exploding into a purple-black blood mist. Then the blood mist was bombarded into the distance by the air wall and disappeared for a moment.

After exploding the flying tentacles, Yang Xian suddenly let out a long roar, and his body swam like lightning in the small village, turning into a ball of phantoms. The hundreds of living zombies that were roaring on the ground were all thrown into the air by him and landed in a nearby house.

Amid a series of dull sounds, Yang Xian knocked down several houses with his fist, threw flammable materials such as wooden beams, reeds and foil into the yard, and then rubbed his palms and slashed more than ten palms into the yard.

The energy he slashed out from his more than ten palms was extremely hot, and he had the ability to melt iron and molten gold. The reed foil, bamboo mat and other objects that were slashed by his palm wind were instantly ignited, thick smoke rose, and flames came out.

Soon, all the zombies piled up in the yard were ignited by the fire. The zombies roared in a low voice, trying to crawl out of the fire, but were all blown up by Yang Xian who was guarding outside the yard.

A gust of wind blew, and the fire became stronger and stronger with the wind. The tongue of flames that were several feet high swayed towards the sky, and Yang Xian's face shone brightly.

The chaotic roars became lower and lower, and gradually there was no more noise. The fishy smell filled the entire mountain village.

"Puppet Gate!"

Yang Xian clenched his fists, "In times of trouble, can you all be so evil and crooked?"
Chapter completed!