The zombie also turned into a streak of blood and chased it out as quickly as possible. However, no matter how Lin Xuan looked at it, he felt that it did not seem to have been fooled, but more like it did not want to damage the bodies of the monks who were still alive.
With a thought in his mind, Lin Xuan immediately controlled the ghost to fly out of the cave.
Just as he regained his consciousness, Zhang Yi and Chen Yu also appeared in front of him with the sound of explosions.
Although they were only a few feet away from Lin Xuan at this moment, the two of them were fighting the zombies with all their strength and did not notice the young man next to them.
Instead, the zombie's eyes flashed red and he glanced this way.
Lin Xuan naturally would not participate in the war and hid aside again.
The expression on Zhang Yi's face was extremely solemn, and he was not at all as relaxed and comfortable as before. The Cold Scale Sword turned into a blue lightning, circling around the zombies, looking for an opening to attack.
A loud "bang" sound came, but it was the Cold Scale Sword that chopped off the zombie's arm. Zhang Yi was happy at first, and then his expression turned extremely ugly.
Unable to cut into the opponent's body!
Although monsters like zombies are extremely powerful and their bodies are as hard as steel, there is no magic weapon that can defeat the monks at the stage of condensation!
Not even the Corpse King can do it!
Could it be...
Zhang Yi's face was covered with clouds. Just like using other secret methods, the zombie attacked first. It roared in its throat and countless blood-red ghost mist sprang up from its body.
"Hmph, corpse poison!"
A sharp light flashed on Zhang Yi's face, and he patted it in the storage bag on his waist, and a small cyan gourd levitated.
Then he rubbed his hands together and scolded: "Duh!"
The gourd spun around, its surface flashing with brilliance. I don't know what secret method was used to suck all the ghost mist into it.
"Brother. Danger 1"
Zhang Yi was complacent, but he heard a cry of surprise in his ears, and saw the female cultivator's red silk flying over and forming a shield.
Too late to say, but too quick, a bone arrow several inches long flew over and planted on the cloth shield.
Zhang Yi felt his whole body go limp and his back was covered with cold sweat...
so close!
I didn't expect this zombie to be so cunning. The ghost fog corpse poison is just a blinding thing, and the bone arrows are the real attack. If the junior sister hadn't been quick with her eyesight...
A surge of anger rose in Zhang Yi's chest. He had never suffered this kind of pain since he condensed the super golden elixir, and he almost lost his life.
With a wave full of resentment, he took back the gourd, and then a layer of light blue shield appeared around him. After the protective restraint was activated, Zhang Yi's face became much calmer. He actually dared to offend himself. This zombie
I'm tired of living.
He clasped his hands on his chest and muttered a secret mantra.
With his body as the center, huge spiritual power fluctuations were transmitted, covering an area of several feet in radius.
"Ice!"
Saran stretched out his hands, and a white mist pushed out from his hands.
Different from ordinary zombies, the one in front of him was intelligent. Naturally, he saw something was wrong and tried to escape. Unfortunately, he faced more than one opponent.
Although Chen Yu's strength is slightly weaker, he is still a master in the Dan Condensation stage after all. What's more, he and Zhang Yi are Taoist companions and have the same mind.
Opening the sandalwood mouth, a red bead spit out from inside.
Although it was small, it hit the zombie's back. The power was extraordinary. This fierce flame god thunder was made by her with elixir fire. There was a loud bang, and the corpse king, who was not even injured by the magic weapon, was actually blown up by a large amount in the back.
A lump of flesh and blood.
"Ouch!"
The zombie was extremely angry, but the white energy pushed out by Zhang Yi had already arrived in front of him.
Crystal ice appeared on the chest and spread up and down along the neck and lower abdomen.
The old man practiced water-based skills, and this freezing move was his special skill. Even the pure Yang Dan fire of the Dan Condensing monk could not be melted. He had already killed many powerful enemies.
First freeze the opponent, and then strike with the Cold Scale Sword. No matter how powerful the monster is, it can only be destroyed physically and mentally.
Zhang Yi waved his hands repeatedly, and several rays of blue light were shot into the Cold Scale Sword. After absorbing the mana, the Cold Scale Sword swelled in the wind and became five or six feet long again.
"go to hell!"
The right hand was swung down violently, and with a roar, the sword made a faint thunderous sound, whistling and slashing at the corpse king's head.
The corpse king let out a strange roar, suddenly opened his mouth, and sprayed out a ray of green light from inside.
The light also instantly grew to a length of several feet, meeting the Cold Scale Sword.
"This, this is..."
Seeing the two magic weapons chasing and flying in the sky, the faces of the male and female monks were full of disbelief.
"Teacher...brother!"
Chen Yu covered Tan's mouth with his hand. Although Zhang Yi was much calmer, he couldn't help but murmur to himself: "Jade Jade Sword, this... this is obviously Junior Brother Lu's magic weapon."
Although after seeing the power of the Corpse King, they were mentally prepared for the murder of their junior brother, but no matter how hard they calculated, they never thought that the monster could use the monk's magic weapon.
You must know that unlike spiritual weapons, magic weapons require monks to continuously use true energy to cultivate them in their own bodies, and gradually reach the state of unity with themselves.
The so-called natal magic weapon is basically the same as the flesh and blood of a monk. In other words, even if the master dies and the magic weapon falls into the hands of another person, that person cannot use it.
Because the aura on the magic weapon is mutually exclusive with him.
Of course, that doesn't mean it can never be used. If you are willing to spend dozens or even hundreds of years to slowly use elixir fire to train away the aura left by the original owner of the magic weapon, and then put it back into your body to cultivate it.
And the years of cultivation are counted in hundreds of years, so this magic weapon is yours.
The painstaking process is no different from refining a new magic weapon, and there are usually very few monks willing to do this.
After all, the magic weapon that can erase marks is less powerful than the newly refined magic weapon...
And this is the problem. Even if a monk takes someone else's magic weapon, he can't use it, let alone the ghost monster.