Eight hundred and fiftieth chapters repeat the same mistakes
On the ground, countless skeletons broke out of the ground and staggered around from all directions. Many corpses that had originally fallen to the ground suddenly stood up.
In just a few breaths, the skeletons and rotten corpses around him were already densely packed, numbering in the hundreds, like a tidal wave, which made people's scalp explode.
Seeing this astonishing scene, Zhao Yuan was stunned.
Not only Zhao Yuan was dumbfounded, but the two twin Taoist priests and the disciple of the God of Death, Rom, also had shocked expressions on their faces. Obviously, they did not expect that the King of Corpses was so powerful.
Of course, surprise is not fear.
Facing these ordinary skeletons and rotten corpses, the black-hearted Taoist priest and Rom didn't take it seriously. After all, although these corpses looked scary, most of them were rotten, and some were scattered on the ground while walking in the grass.
To say how much fighting power it has, I really can’t tell.
"You want to use these low-level creatures to kill me?" Rom's proud eyes showed a hint of disdain.
"Ouch..."
The King of Corpses ignored Rohm, and black flames boiled in his deep-set eye sockets, mixed with lightning-like brilliance.
"Ouch!"
Amidst the roar of the King of Corpses, large clumps of corpse air spewed out from his huge mouth. The wind could not dissipate it, hovering in the air and passing by groups of walking corpses.
An even weirder scene appeared.
Those originally sluggish skeletons immediately became agile in their movements after being swept away by the corpse energy. Their decaying bodies seemed to be suddenly filled with a strange force.
The skeleton also becomes shiny.
The most shocking thing was that the walking dead seemed to have suddenly gained consciousness, and actually bent down to pick up rocks and sticks on the ground as weapons.
The boiling murderous aura spread across the wasteland.
Thousands of walking corpses poured into Rohm like a tide, silently and filled with a suffocating aura of terror.
Rom seemed to feel the power of those walking dead, and his expression became solemn.
No one is more familiar with the dead than Rom, because he is the disciple of the God of Death.
The corpse energy emitted by this bald-headed guy is different from ordinary corpse energy. It can not only give the corpse strength, but also give them a simple fighting consciousness.
The King of Corpses!
Could it be that he is really the King of Corpses?
Facing the tide of walking corpses, Rom did not hesitate anymore. The black sickle in his hand drew a suffocating line in the air, and the end point of the line was the King of Corpses.
"kill!"
The King of Corpses seemed to have expected it, and his mouth suddenly opened wide, letting out a huge roar.
At the same time, the walking zombies who were still a little sluggish suddenly became excited and rushed towards Rom crazily. Their movements were so fast that even Zhao Yuan, who was known for his speed, was a little shocked. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes,
Even if he were killed, he wouldn't believe that a skeleton that had just woken up from the ground could have such amazing speed...
Zhao Yuan really wanted to see the fighting power of the walking dead and skeletons. When he saw Roma rushing towards him like lightning, the ice and fire magic sword in his hand suddenly shook up a ball of blades. The blades formed a steel-like Great Wall and forcefully grabbed Roma.
The jet-black scythe that was about to hit was blocked, buying some time for the King of Corpses.
Peng!
The dark and sharp Death Scythe collided with the heavy and huge ice-fire demonic knife in the air, causing violent air currents, shaking the earth, shaking the mountains, and surging winds.
Zhao Yuan and Rom retreated at the same time.
Evenly matched, evenly matched!
Zhao Yuan and Rom were both shocked. Obviously, neither of them expected that the other's body would be so strong.
The two black-hearted Taoist priests who were watching couldn't help but glance at each other, with a look of horror on their faces. The power of Zhao Yuan and Rom was far beyond their imagination, especially Zhao Yuan. You know, a few days ago,
When Zhao Yuan saw them, he immediately ran away, showing no masterly demeanor at all.
"kill!"
Zhao Yuan was blocking the way, and the surrounding corpses and skeletons were already running towards him from all directions.
Facing the tidal wave of walking dead, Rom could no longer concentrate on fighting Zhao Yuan, because the target of those skeletons was very clear - it was him.
Hundreds of walking corpses, throwing rocks and sticks, would be killed immediately on the spot if they hesitated for a moment, without any luck at all.
What is the battle that tests one’s will the most?
Of course it is a battle on the battlefield, fearless in the face of thousands of troops and jungles of swords.
These awakened walking corpses are filled with boundless aura of violence. They are themselves a ferocious army. Each person has a sword. Facing this ferocious army and fighting alone, it is indeed a time to test courage, wisdom, strength and luck.
It wasn't Rom's first time to kill someone, but it was really his first time to kill such a lifeless walking dead. He was a little uncomfortable at first, but when a skeleton's claws scratched his neck, it almost cut him off.
When half of his face was exposed, his discomfort completely disappeared, and all that was left was to use the sword, stab the vital part, dodge, and kill people with his sharp swordsmanship.
Life after death disappeared under the death scythe. Every time a walking corpse was stabbed to death by Rom, Rom's spirit became more acute and he felt the breath of the dead soul.
Rohm himself is a disciple of the God of Death. He is the most sensitive to the breath of death. He can even turn the souls of the dead into his own power.
Rohm seemed to have turned into a real god of death, with the black sickle in his hand constantly harvesting lives.
However, the combat power of the walking dead far exceeded Rom's imagination. They shot out from all directions like locusts, forming waves of zombies, charging without fear of death.
Any powerful master is afraid of being surrounded and killed by a large army. Among thousands of troops, it is difficult to perform any martial arts. There are no eyes in the chaos of spears and swords.
During the rebellion of the Zhenshuiguan Crusaders, the arrogant Roma died under random swords and was chopped into pieces...
Although Rohm has long physical strength and is much stronger than the average cultivator master, he is still in danger. If it weren't for the death sickle in his hand that cuts iron like mud, the magic power on it is as sharp as it is touched.
The rotting corpses and skeletons broke apart at the drop of a hat. He had been killed countless times.
Even so, Rom's hands and neck were also covered with traces of stones and claw wounds. In just a moment, they were already covered with scars.
As the saying goes, it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, and it is difficult for a hero to stop a large number of people. What's more, Rom faces a wave of corpses that are not afraid of death. However, before the half-stick of incense has passed, Rom's movements are already a little hurried, and now
At that time, the endless tide of corpses was still surging, densely packed, as if covering the entire earth...
"Good job!" Zhao Yuan could not have imagined that after these seemingly ordinary corpses were controlled by the King of Corpses, their combat effectiveness would be so powerful, and their speed could even surpass the Demon Core Continent's Corpse Demon.
"snort!"
The King of Corpses ignored Zhao Yuan, and stared at Rom who was killing the corpses with a pair of deep-set eyes. Angry flames shot out from his eyes.
In the mind of the King of Corpses, those corpses are not lifeless things, but his subordinates. Now, when he saw only half a stick of incense, hundreds of corpses died under Rom's dark scythe.
The wreckage piled up like a mountain on the ground showed his bad mood.
The angry King of Corpses Ji opened his ten fingers, and his dark nails like sharp swords actually emitted black mist. The mist gathered, and then turned into lines and shot into the walking corpses one after another.
From beginning to end, Zhao Yuan was observing the movements of the King of Corpses, and he found that the King of Corpses seemed to have a way of controlling corpses.
Under Zhao Yuan's gaze, the dense black lines disappeared into the group of corpses, and were sucked into the nostrils of several skeletons that remained intact...
Clang!
Just when Roma was slightly distracted, suddenly a skull claw appeared in his eyes like a ghost, like a ghost suddenly crawling out of the netherworld, like a dazzling light falling from the sky, unstoppable.
buzz buzz buzz
Rom felt the hairs on his neck stand up. He watched helplessly as the black skull claw slashed towards his neck, but his fingers had no time to react.
The force of this grasp and the strong wind blowing against his face, it is obvious that the corpses in this sneak attack are definitely not the walking corpses at the beginning.
"I'll fight with you!"
The last time Rom was surrounded and hunted by a crowd, this time he chased Zhao Yuan and fell into the desert formation, but was surrounded and killed by thousands of walking corpses. His ferocity was aroused, and he roared suddenly, urging him to be violent.
His physical body forcefully resisted the claws of the skull...
