After a period of cultivation, all the fat of these corpses has been decomposed, and the rest is all muscle. It feels very hard and strong, which is certain.
But no matter how strong my strength was, it was still not enough for someone with a little bit of magic skills. I passed a burst of Yang Qi and broke its magic body, causing its entire body to burn from the inside out.
I asked Xu Mingyang: "People in Kunlun want to use this thing to deal with Shen Gong's witch puppets? Are you dreaming?"
"Then you are a bit underestimating Maoshan's corpse control skills."
Xu Mingyang put a seal on his hand: "Mao Zhan's ability is indeed not very good. What about Fei Zhan?"
There was a "bang" sound, which was the loud noise made by the coffin lid being pushed open.
A dark figure jumped out from the farthest coffin. Sensing the aura of a stranger, it flew towards us from the air at a speed of several blocks.
I could clearly see its appearance in mid-air. Its limbs were long and slender, and its whole body was dry. It looked like a moving mummy, even two times thinner than a hairy zombie.
It bared its teeth and claws and rushed in front of me. Its hands were clawed to grab my neck. If its ten-centimetre-long nails penetrated my flesh, it would be a heartbreaking end.
I wanted to try out the depth of this thing, so I didn't stop him. I stood still and let it dig its nails into my neck.
In the blink of an eye, its two dry palms had already pinched my neck. I felt a sense of suffocation and stinging at the same time. Its ten sharp nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, and the surrounding skin was squeezed.
's deformed.
This thing is indeed not free.
Not to mention the lethality of the nails, but in terms of the force with which it strangled my neck, if it were an ordinary person, the laryngeal cartilage and trachea would have been crushed by it.
I almost knew it in my mind, so I floated the Yang Qi to the surface of my body again.
"Ouch!"
With a beast-like roar, Feizhi was bounced away by the yang energy on my body, but it seemed not to be affected by anything other than the pain. It roared and stretched out its hand to grab me again.
"Hey, after a while, this thing is no longer afraid of Yang Qi."
I muttered something to Xu Mingyang, and followed his example, pinching a Taoist evil-exorcism spell in my hand and hitting him out before Fei Zhan rushed over.
With a 'pop' sound, a faint light shadow was imprinted on Fei Zhan's body, and the powerful force that exploded directly lifted it away for a long distance, and did not stop until it hit the wall of the room.
But what is unexpected is that this flying zombie is not even afraid of the exorcism spell. I even saw a flash of green light behind it, and then its eyes turned blood red when it was completely irritated, and it roared and rushed towards me again. ωωw.
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At this time, Xu Mingyang asked me: "What do you think, Gu Yan, do you understand how scary this thing is?"
I didn't say anything because I couldn't kill a zombie in two consecutive attacks, which made me feel a little embarrassed.
So I didn’t use any magic this time and just rolled up my sleeves and faced him.
"Boom!"
When his fist hit Fei Zheng, it made a hollow sound similar to hitting an iron bucket.
It is fast, but no matter how fast it is, it cannot be faster than me, not to mention that my physical strength is not comparable to this thing.
I punched Feizheng one after another. Feizheng seemed to have no brains. Every time he was knocked back, he roared and rushed towards me again. In just a few dozen seconds, I hit him with enough blows.
He was punched more than a dozen times.
I soon discovered that Feizheng's physical strength was much stronger than I had imagined. The power of my punch was more than enough to kill a cow.
But after fighting for a long time, this Feizheng only had his chest dented and one of his eyeballs fell off. He even had the strength to attack me again, which I never expected.
Later, I became a little impatient and simply hit it with a grain of pure Yang true fire. This was a flame that even filthy things could not withstand. But until the last moment when the body was burned to ashes, the flying zombie was still on the ground slowly.
Crawling towards me, this scene is somewhat creepy.
I brushed off the cuticles that had fallen off my body, swung my head and walked towards Xu Mingyang: "This thing is difficult to deal with, its strength is almost as strong as Shen Gong's most basic puppet.
In addition, it seems to have been blessed with Taoist magic, and some basic exorcism spells are no longer effective on it. Let alone ordinary people, it is probably a bit difficult for you to deal with."
"Well, I can't handle it without getting hurt. It might take some effort."
Xu Mingyang answered quite frankly: "This is just a flying zombie. If it develops into a drought demon after a while, then I will be no match for you."
I nodded: "There are some things, but not much. I said before that this thing is similar to Shen Gong's lowest witch puppet, but those things are mass-produced by Shen Gongxu.
Although I don’t know the process of making a zombie, no matter how fast this thing is, it will take at least ten or eight years to make one, right? In such a long time, Mr. Shen can make a master’s puppet.”
Xu Mingyang smacked his lips twice: "Refining a zombie is a very long process. It takes more than ten or eight years for a zombie to theoretically take at least a hundred years, because corpses are different from people and will not actively cultivate. They need to use potions."
Only by soaking for a long time and bathing in Taiyin Qi for many years can you achieve some success.
The few flying yakshas in Maoshan have been passed down for thousands of years and have been carefully polished and cultivated by generations of people. They are not that easy.
It is also easy to speed up this process, that is, find more mass graves and let these corpses absorb more corpse energy and death energy. This is much easier than simply absorbing the power of the twelfth yin.
But the shortcomings are also obvious. The resentment and evil spirit in the bones of the zombies refined by this method are impossible to erase. The zombies in Maoshan are more like puppets. As long as they master the method, even the lowest disciples can easily control them.
But with these things in front of you, how could you let a lowly person come over and try to control them? I’m afraid they’ll be torn to pieces by the claws of these things as soon as the restaurant opens.”
I understood what Xu Mingyang meant. He was telling me that these zombies were actually created by people from Kunlun using corpse energy, death energy, and resentment.
But I don't understand one thing: "This place is not a mass grave. There are only a few mass graves in our local area. If Bai Xuzi didn't go there to open a secret room, why would he pile these coffins under the villa?"
"If you say this, it proves that you still don't know enough about the history of our place."
Xu Mingyang waved to me and Xu Nuo: "Come, come over here and take a look. After you see it, you will know why he piled the coffins here."