Ming Shiyin controlled Bai Jingjing's white bones, charged all the way, and attacked Jialuo by surprise.
The latter's face was even more excited, and he advanced instead of retreating, and actually met the white bones.
"Jia Luo, do you want to die?"
"Bai Jingjing, even if you die, I won't die either!"
"Asshole, don't blame me if you die!"
"boom......"
The bone spear fell heavily, but it was blocked by Jialuo with his bow.
The powerful impact shocked everyone.
"At this time, you should stop arguing over each other and quickly find a way to solve the problem."
"As I said, I am solving the problem and smashing the bones of the bones. Won't Bai Jingjing be free?"
"You bastard, here you go, it's just you who wants to break the bones of the Dharma, just dream!"
"You two..."
Halloween Dragon King, six flying zombies, Marco Polo, Bai Jingjing, hundreds of thousands of zombie soldiers...
The balance of advantage has gradually shifted towards Mingshi Yinfang.
If you don't think of a way, the death energy will still control others, and the consequences will be disastrous.
"The Goddess of Luo is coming!"
"Winter has arrived!"
The two great ice mages, Zhen Ji and Wang Zhaojun, used their power to freeze a large number of zombie soldiers.
At the same time, a wall of ice was also built, blocking many zombie guards.
"Da Qiao!"
"exist!"
"Can your teleportation magic work?"
"It's okay, but there are so many of us, I'm afraid..."
"It doesn't matter, the agency staff can give up."
Wu Zetian thought of a way out.
If Ming Shiyin cannot be stopped here.
Then let Da Qiao use his magical space teleportation skill to teleport everyone to Chang'an City.
Use the tall city walls to continue to block Ming Shiyin.
"Ah...ok...but when to cast it?"
"The situation is still unclear, so don't rush!"
"..."
The other side.
Because Qi Tian has not arrived for a long time.
The agency staff also had thoughts that they shouldn't have.
"Your Majesty, they are using our agency personnel as cannon fodder, causing heavy casualties."
"Wait a little longer!"
"Your Majesty, these zombies are not completely weak. There is a kind of iron zombie, which is as hard as iron. There are so many of them that we can't beat four hands with only two fists!"
"I told you to wait a little longer!"
"..."
The Empress of the Agency has her own selfish motives.
Whenever a trap agent dies in battle, she can absorb the opponent's remaining trap power.
"Those who achieve great things don't stick to trivial matters! As long as I return to my peak, I will never forget your efforts."
"Young men, we are not afraid of living people, why are we afraid of a group of dead people? Let me crush them!"
"..."
"Holy shit, what's going on with the Empress? She's not really loyal to those humans, is she?"
"Perhaps she has other plans. How can we guess what the Empress has in mind?"
"Yes, kill these zombies first!"
"..."
The abnormal behavior of the Empress of the Machine also attracted Wu Zetian's attention.
This group of machinemen actually went out with all their strength to fight against zombies.
Could it be that my previous thoughts were wrong?
Did you wrongly blame this organ queen?
Is she sincerely committed?
My plan to leave them behind and retreat alone with my sisters... seems a bit shameless.
"Everyone, cheer up and kill those six flying zombies first!"
"Live and die!"
Wu Zetian gave an order, and the fighting spirit of the women was once again aroused.
Coupled with her ultimate move, countless zombies were knocked unconscious and killed by machine soldiers in various ways.
"roar……"
"Dragon King, wake up!"
Zhu Bajie here.
Even if the Storm Dragon King turns into a zombie dragon, he is still no match for Zhu Bajie.
He was pushed to the ground and beaten violently.
The dragon's head was already huge, but now it's even more covered.
"Brother Monkey is not here either. What should Old Pig do? He can't really beat the Dragon King to death. Wouldn't he really turn into a zombie? How on earth are we going to restore his sanity? Tsk, tsk, tsk...
."
"roar....."
The Storm Dragon King roared in pain.
Zhu Bajie's eyes suddenly lit up.
This storm dragon knows pain, and it still knows pain.
That means he hasn't completely turned into a zombie yet.
If he is stimulated with pain, he may be able to regain his consciousness, and then use his own power of thunder and lightning to remove the dead energy, perfect.
Since it is pain...
"Hoo...ho...ho..."
Zhu Bajie began to frantically peel off the dragon scales on the Storm Dragon King.
The latter screamed in pain.
The sound echoed throughout the battlefield.
"What's going on? It's useless? Do you want me to pull out your reverse scales?"
The dragon's reverse scale is the most important.
If it is pulled out, this body's strength will definitely be greatly damaged.
Zhu Bajie was a little reluctant to do anything.
"If there are other ways, there must be other ways..."
suddenly.
A mass of pink flesh behind the Storm Dragon King appeared in front of Zhu Bajie's eyes.
Suddenly he had a bold idea.
"You can't pull out the reverse scales, so that's the only way!"
"Look at the rake!"
Zhu Bajie waved the nine-foot nail rake in his hand.
Aim at that ball of pink flesh.
The nine-foot rake struck hard, then turned, and then pulled.
The storm dragon king's dragon eyes suddenly glared.
His eyes suddenly regained their clarity.
"Ahhhhhhh... Zhu Bajie... Nimale Gobi..."
"Hahahaha, it's really useful. Dragon King, you're awake, use your thunder power to get rid of the dead energy."
"Get out of here!"
"Tch, if it weren't for my old pig's wit, you would really have become a zombie."
"..."
The Storm Dragon King finally regained his sanity.
But it seems that it has lost its combat effectiveness.
Zhu Bajie turned his target to Marco Polo.
Since the Dragon King can use this method to restore it.