"Yang Fanying" blocked behind Pu Liuhuan, controlled a golden ring, and kept hitting the ice wall.

But no matter how hard he attacked, the ice wall showed no signs of cracking.

Because this ring is only a top-grade spiritual weapon, it cannot deal with the natural power of monks in the middle stage of Yuan Dan.

Chen Xiangwen and Gong Lingshan, who were on the same front, did not show any signs of complaint. On the contrary, they looked very understanding.

Especially Chen Xiangwen, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

Just now, in order to resist Deng Fengcheng, Yang Fanying's natal weapon Baizhong Rock was destroyed under the sea of ​​thunder, and he himself also suffered considerable injuries.

Teammates like this person who sacrifice their treasures for justice are rare in the world of cultivation.

"If our Chen family can narrowly win this clan battle, we will definitely compensate Leader Yang with a middle-grade Taoist weapon."

Chen Xiangwen looked at Yang Fanying and thought secretly.

When he met that extremely kind look, Tian Qiong Vine murmured in his heart, moved his mouth and said with a smile: "Uncle Wen, don't worry, although our alliance was seriously injured due to the destruction of our magic weapon, we can still barely protect ourselves.

some."

"The top priority right now is to eradicate Pu Liuhuan as soon as possible, freeing up our hands to help fellow Daoists Chen Ping and Di establish their victory in one fell swoop."

"Okay, Leader Yang is a person worth getting to know."

Hearing his righteous and awe-inspiring words, Chen Xiangwen had even more mixed emotions, and he devoted half of his energy to keeping an eye on him to prevent him from being affected by Pu Liuhuan's dying counterattack.

"This guy has thoroughly understood the essence of acting taught by me."

Chen Ping rolled his eyes and thought angrily.

He was probably the only one in the audience who knew that Sky Vine was just pretending.

After all, Yang Fanying was seriously injured, what does it have to do with it being a parasitic spiritual plant?

"With three Taoist friends here, Mr. Pu can't make trouble, so Yang might as well do something more meaningful."

Suddenly, the Sky Vine recalled the ring, and before the words could be finished, it flew directly into the battlefield below.

Gong Lingshan and others knew very well that "Yang Fanying" was probably bullying the younger ones.

However, there is no need for the help of Yuan Dan, whose strength has been greatly reduced. Pu Liuhuan just defends and cannot hold on for long.

Only Chen Xiangwen frowned and opened his mouth, which eventually turned into a silent sigh.

There is no doubt about the cruelty of the monks' war. Talking about benevolence, justice and morality to the enemy at this time is to treat the lives of your own family members as nothing.

"You guys from the Deng family, please stop being so arrogant!"

Yang Fanying shouted with a ferocious thunderbolt, and the ring spiritual weapon easily killed two foundation-building enemy cultivators with one move and one lift, and also killed more than a dozen junior Qi practitioners.

"Hey, can't the Sky Vine use the host's alchemy magical power?"

Chen Ping looked at it from a distance, and his heart moved.

"Yang Fanying" joined the low-level battlefield, of course it was his order, and he specifically told her to release the magic power of the Dan Domain to maximize the harvest of enemy monks.

Looking at it this way, although the Sky Vine Clan is extremely magical, they cannot escape the constraints of the rules.

"Yang Fanying!"

What followed was an extremely frightening and angry thunderous roar, which shocked everyone's ears.

Seeing the Sky Vine mowing down his own foundations like grass, Deng Fengcheng's face twisted ferociously, and without saying a word, he turned around and chased after it.

The next moment, there was an ancient green long sword standing in the air, and then, a fierce rain of swords blocked his way.

"Okay, okay!"

Deng Fengcheng glanced at several people with his eyes, and said in a cold tone: "Today, Deng and you will fight to the death!"

After saying this, Xuance Pan suddenly swelled up in a circle to protect the surroundings. Immediately afterwards, he looked into his chest, took out a dark green leather bag and threw it into the air. Then he put his hands between his eyebrows and mouthed Start reciting some words.

"Finally couldn't help but reveal your trump card?"

Chen Ping's eyes shrank, he became more vigilant and at the same time pointed forward, the cyan sword rain crashed down. There was no way he could let this person use it easily.

"boom!"

Even though the Chunyang Sword was unparalleled in sharpness, Deng Fengcheng's determined defense was unable to break through Xuance Pan's defense in a short period of time.

Over there, the mouth of the leather bag has been opened, and a black and cold mist spurts out from inside, and two figures, one fat and one thin, appear, erratic like ghosts.

"The aura of the zombie clan?"

Chen Ping frowned and quietly took a few steps back.

He had quite a lot of experience, and he immediately recognized that the thick fog generated in the leather bag was actually an extremely sinister aura that frightened him.

"You, the Chen family, are despicable and shameless. Deng is quite content with awakening evil creatures and killing Haichang."

Deng Fengcheng sneered again and again and sped up the formula. He saw two figures in the thick fog quickly opening their mouths. The corpse energy nearby was like the tide returning to the sea, turning into little snakes with their heads raised, seeping into every part of the body and disappearing. trace.

As the black cold corpse energy was absorbed, in the blink of an eye, the true faces of the two strange figures were revealed without any obstruction.

Among the two people who popped out of the leather bag, the one was fat and bloated, with a big face and a round belly. He looked to be about forty years old. His whole body was covered with rough and hard yellowish-yellow thick skin, wrinkled, as if he was wearing a coat. layer of dry mud.

The other was a skinny old man with sinister eyebrows. Although he was not tall, his arms were twice as long as those of ordinary people, and they even hung directly to his feet.

Apart from their very different looks, the two of them have a lot in common.

His whole body was filled with corpse aura, his hands were as big as crystal and jade-like, and there were four short blood-colored square-headed nails inserted into their shoulders, which were nailed directly into the flesh, but no blood leaked out.

"Haha, it turns out they are just two third-level Taoist corpses."

Chen Ping, who had been retreating for several miles, glanced at these two objects, immediately stopped, and his expression returned to calm.

Taoist zombies and zombie tribes are two completely different things.

The path to the birth of the Corpse Clan is extremely complicated. It involves the Yin Spirit Clan parasitizing a fallen corpse and surviving the tribulations of the rules. Only by chance can they transform into the Corpse Clan.

Once the Corpse Clan succeeds in their cultivation, they will no longer be comparable to ordinary people and the Sea Clan.

Legend has it that in ancient times, the great corpse clan master who gained enlightenment by borrowing the body of a true dragon was a being that made ordinary true immortals fear him.

If Deng Fengcheng really had two third-level zombies to help him, Chen Ping would turn around and run away without any regrets.

However, after careful sensing, he confirmed that the two scary-looking guys in front of him were actually Taoist corpses carefully refined by the human race.

You must know that the corpse tribe is a living creature, releasing vigorous vitality all the time.

However, Taoist corpses are more likely to be puppets created by puppet masters. They are lifeless and require special means to control, and are relatively easy to deal with.
Chapter completed!