Hearing what Xu Ping said, Wang Hongguang, the younger brother, wisely retreated behind Xu Ping, preparing to admire it quietly and not intending to take action.
The main reason is that he is unable to do what he wants.
These zombies are all zombies.
It's no problem to deal with one or two, but with nearly a hundred zombies in front of us, if Xu Ping hadn't been by his side, he would have run away long ago.
Looking at the zombies in front of him, Xu Ping felt calm and showed no fear.
With nearly a hundred years of Taoist blessings, although the Mao Zheng in front of me is powerful, it is not too strenuous to deal with it.
Zombies swarmed in, but Xu Ping advanced instead of retreating.
It's just a test to see how powerful Taoism has been for nearly a hundred years now.
Holding swords in both hands, Xu Ping rushed directly into the zombie group, circulating his infuriating energy, and his whole body was bathed in the golden light of thunder and lightning.
Thunder and lightning crisscrossed, the golden light was blazing, and the underground space was illuminated with a splendor.
"Whoa!"
"Whoa!"
Two dazzling sword lights suddenly appeared and swept out.
One blue and one gold, the swords are shining brightly, criss-crossing in the air.
The crossed sword lights formed an "X" in the air, which exploded among the rushing zombies.
The shattered golden sword light left deep sword marks one after another on the zombies.
Xu Ping frowned slightly.
I was also a little surprised that I couldn't kill him instantly with one hit.
But think about it, this is reasonable.
In terms of restraining evil objects, the golden light that can protect oneself and repel enemies is a little weaker after all.
And the thunder and lightning bred in the power of heaven and earth are naturally much more powerful than golden light...
"boom!"
The shattered thunder and lightning sword light was instantly covered like a spider web, and the large zombies wrapped in it were instantly blown to pieces by this brilliant blue power grid.
There are so many zombies who are not afraid of death, but they have experienced so little time under the ground.
He just used a sword casually, and he was dealing with so many at the same time. Mao Zheng was second only to Fei Zong, so his physical strength was certainly not trivial.
Xu Ping fell into a group of zombies and slashed away with his swords. The zombies rushing around him were unable to move forward under the dazzling sword light.
He kept waving the two swords in his hands, and corpses exploded in front of him from time to time, but Xu Ping frowned, feeling more and more strange.
Fatty Hu said before that this large tomb should be from the Warring States Period, and he later verified it.
If this is really the case, then these zombies should not be so weak.
After thousands of years, even if it endures, it can at least reach the point of flying stiff.
With the Yin Qi gathering all around, there is no shortage of nourishment for cultivation.
Forget it, let's be weak as long as we are weak, there will never be a strong one that can't be solved.
Xu Ping felt puzzled in his heart, but the movements of his hands were not slow. These zombies that rushed towards him were completely invincible.
But even so, Xu Ping was not careless. Every time he swung his sword, he used all his strength.
As the saying goes, when a lion fights a rabbit, he must try his best.
Pity these zombies, they stayed at the bottom of the tomb in the dark for a long time, and finally saw a living person, and thought they could improve their food.
But he never expected that the person who came face to face would be the living King of Hell.
After a while, most of the remaining zombies were missing arms and legs, with a large piece of dry and rotten flesh missing from their bodies, making them look extremely miserable.
There are still twenty or thirty zombies left.
The strength of these zombies is a little more powerful than those who are already lying down.
Xu Ping was about to use his ultimate move when he saw these zombies, putting their arms on the shoulders of the zombies in front of them, and began to form a group and run quickly.
"Ah this?"
"Did you lose your handkerchief?"
The zombies in front of them formed a circle, and the zombies could no longer be seen. There was only a black mist surrounding them.
Suddenly, countless black hairs shot out from the black mist.
The overwhelming black hair is as numerous as cow hair.
“Fancy!”
Xu Ping sneered, slashed out with his sword, and thunder and lightning swept out like a horse.
The overwhelming hair was directly bathed in the thunder and lightning, and had ceased to exist before it even got close to Xu Ping.
However, this lightning strike was not finished, and fell on the crowd of zombies forming a circle in front of them.
"Zizzi!"
There was a crackling sound, and the black circle formed by the zombies only lasted for a moment, and then fell apart instantly.
The zombies who bore the brunt were directly defeated by the power of thunder and lightning and turned into powder.
There were still more than a dozen zombies, which were thrown up high by this huge force and then fell heavily.
Before these zombies could spring up, Xu Ping transformed into a wood spirit and cast a spell. Tough tree roots sprouted from the ground, instantly trapping these zombies on the ground.
"boom!"
Just at this moment, several dazzling thunderbolts fell and struck across the sky.
The willow sword that Xu Ping sacrificed was hanging in the air, with thunder and lightning hanging from the sword's tip. It was surrounded by blue electric light, crisscrossing it, and blazing marks appeared on the ground.
The zombies wrapped in lightning instantly turned into ashes and dissipated under the divine thunder.
On the open ground, there was only a large area of scorched black, the traces left by the thunder's rage.
Xu Ping stood where he was, sheathed his sword and entered the bottomless pit.
The fog in the field of vision slowly dissipated at this time.
Just when I was killing the zombies, the Yin Yang Illustrated Book was constantly flipping, giving out rewards.
This feeling gave Xu Ping a sense of déjà vu as if he was killing wild monsters, but instead of dropping weapons and equipment, these wild monsters turned into experience points.
When it comes to Xu Ping, it becomes Taoism again.
"I just killed these zombies, and I actually gained another ten years of Taoism..." Xu Ping sighed in his heart, this trip was really the right one.
Wang Hongguang walked slowly at this time, and his admiration for him was beyond words.
Just as he was about to speak, Xu Ping stretched out his hand to interrupt him, "Stop talking about flattery. You've already said enough. Let's see what's going on with that sarcophagus?"
Wang Hongguang nodded, and the two of them walked towards the sarcophagus.
The sarcophagus lay there quietly without any burial objects around it, which Xu Ping had never thought of.
The two walked to the sarcophagus. Wang Hongguang looked at the patterns on it and said in a daze: "The patterns on it seem to be exactly the same as those on the mural just now."
Looking at the independent figure in the sky, Xu Ping nodded: "Be careful..."
As he spoke, he reached out to push the huge sarcophagus.
"boom……"
There was a rumbling sound, and the moment the sarcophagus was pushed open, the inside of the coffin flashed with colorful lights.
Wang Hongguang quickly retreated, waving the beautifully decorated peach wood sword in his hand continuously, and a wall of light stood in front of him.
At the moment when Xu Ping's light flashed, a blue electric light appeared all over his body, surging rapidly on his body surface.
"Huh?"
Seeing that there was no change in Xu Ping's body, Wang Hongguang realized that his reaction was too big.
He quietly approached the sarcophagus, turned to look at Xu Ping, and said in surprise: "Why... nothing?"
The sarcophagus in front of him was empty, with nothing in it.
After checking it carefully, Xu Ping was also quite shocked.
After being stunned for a long time, Xu Ping shook his head and said to Wang Hongguang: "It seems that your work was in vain this time."
Wang Hongguang looked up: "Aren't you?"
Xu Ping smiled mysteriously: "Of course I'm not."
After looking at it carefully again, Xu Ping touched the cold sarcophagus and injected a burst of Qi, but there was still no change.
Adhering to the idea that thieves will never fail, Xu Ping set his sights on this sarcophagus.
He was also in this business, and he could see that the material of this sarcophagus was not extraordinary.
And in this dark underground, a lot of Yin Qi was absorbed and used as a treasure for raising corpses. If you take it out, it will definitely be sought after by a large number of people.
After thinking about it, Xu Ping already had thoughts about this sarcophagus.
The true energy gathered in the palm of the hand, a bottomless pit appeared, and a suction force came out, facing the sarcophagus in front of him.
However, what surprised Xu Ping was that the sarcophagus was not moved at all.
"What's happening here?"
Xu Ping muttered, but before he could figure it out, his expression suddenly changed, and he pulled Wang Hongguang and backed away quickly.
"careful!"
The moment he just uttered the reminder, the entire sarcophagus glowed with colorful lights.
The silhouette of the independent sky on the sarcophagus shines even brighter, as if it is about to burst out of the sarcophagus.
Xu Ping pulled Wang Hongguang and retreated quickly, but a circle of ripples appeared on the sarcophagus, and he quickly chased after them, wrapping the two of them in it in an instant.
The two of them were stunned for a moment, stunned on the spot.
…
Colorful rays of light surrounded the whole body, and the scene in the field of vision suddenly distorted, then shattered and reorganized like a mirror. What appeared in front of the eyes was a brand new picture.
The sun was scorching overhead, heat waves were rolling in, and across the endless desert desert, an altar composed of several stone pillars towered into the clouds.
And around the altar, in the yellow sand in the sky, countless figures were crawling on the ground, facing the altar in the middle, with pious expressions on their faces.
The two of them were just outside the crowd, less than a hundred meters away from the altar.
"What the hell is this?" Xu Ping never expected that he would be at the bottom of the tomb just now, and in the blink of an eye, he would be running into this desert.
Fantasy?
Xu Ping closed his eyes slightly and was suddenly surprised.
From what I just perceived, I can conclude that the scene in front of me is not an illusion, but a reality.
This is a bit scary.
Who is it, and how much magic power is needed to put him here instantly without even having time to resist?
A moment later, he heard an exclamation coming from beside him.
"Ah, where is this?"
Wang Hongguang woke up faintly, feeling like his whole body was about to burst.
Xu Ping said: "How do you feel?"
Wang Hongguang's face was pale, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
"Just now... I felt like I had been chopped alive." The feeling of being beaten still made him still frightened, and he was trembling a little when he spoke.
It seems that my own strength has offset this strangeness... Xu Ping thought of this, and used the body of the wood spirit to emit a mellow green fluorescence to help Wang Hongguang recover from his injuries.
A weak stream of green light entered Wang Hongguang's body, but Xu Ping couldn't help but frown and murmured: "No, why is my wood spirit body so weak?"
As soon as he cast the spell, Xu Ping was surprised to realize that his wood spirit body was not even a little bit weaker than when he cast it a few days ago.
I closed my eyes and looked inside, checking the energy in my Dantian, but there was nothing strange.
Could it be this weather!
Xu Ping focused on the hot air, and soon discovered that it was this unbearable hot weather that suppressed his wood spirit body.
"What are they doing?"
Wang Hongguang recovered slightly, then stood up and pointed at the crowd in the distance.
"What do they seem to be worshiping?" Xu Ping looked up as he spoke, then his eyes froze and he said in shock: "There is someone up there!"
Wang Hongguang was shocked when he heard what Xu Ping said and looked up following Xu Ping's gaze.
Facing the dazzling sunlight, the two of them squinted and looked carefully. Although they couldn't see clearly their appearance, there was indeed a figure on the altar.
The figure raised its head and spread its arms, as if shouting to the sky, but neither Wang Hongguang nor Xu Ping could hear a sound.
Not long after, the figure standing on the altar moved, as if looking down at the two of them.
Suddenly, Wang Hongguang felt his eyes sting, and hot tears flowed out. He covered his eyes and rolled on the ground, "I'm going blind, I'm going blind."
Xu Ping also felt a discomfort in his eyes, but he still looked towards the top of his head with a faint smile on his lips.
"Who is pretending to be a fool there?"
Yang Tian uttered a questioning voice, and the sound surged into the sky.
The figure standing on the altar had not yet answered, but the people gathered in a circle around the altar looked up dissatisfied.
He seemed to be angry at Xu Ping's disrespectful tone.
"Um?!"
Feeling the hostile gazes of everyone, Xu Ping's expression gradually became serious.
Just because these people looked up, their facial features were stiff, and there were only two black holes on their faces, without eyeballs.
This move caused Xu Ping's attention to fall on these people.
The next moment, he discovered that the chests and bellies of these people were spread apart like butterflies spreading their wings, revealing their empty bellies, and all their internal organs were missing.
"hiss……"
Seeing such a strange scene, Xu Ping couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Wang Hongguang, who had finished rolling, opened his red eyes. After seeing this scene, he felt chills all over his body.
"Xu, Brother Xu, what the hell are we here?"
Xu Ping shook his head, looked at the figure on the altar, and said solemnly: "Maybe only that person can give us the answer."
The man above his head seemed to have heard Xu Ping's words.
The world was silent for a moment, and a deep voice floated down from the sky, "I haven't seen humans for a long time. If you two can pass their test, you will have a chance to talk to me."
The owner of this voice obviously didn't speak often. When he spoke, his tone was strange and there were inexplicable inflections. Xu Ping almost didn't understand it.
Wang Hongguang didn't dare to answer, nor did he dare to look up again. He just tightened his grip on the peach wood sword in his hand.
Suddenly being in such a weird scene, he felt like he had a narrow escape from death.
Xu Ping didn't have that much thought, so he took a step forward and said calmly: "By passing their test, do you mean that I can save these believers of yours?"
These disemboweled zombies, who just knelt down so devoutly to worship the man, were obviously their brainless believers.
The man on the altar did not speak.
But Xu Ping clearly noticed that the gaze above his head had been staring at him.
"ah!"
"Wow!"
There was a strange scream, and a large group of zombies swarmed in front of him.