A sudden change occurred, and Yang Mu and others were stunned, and their jaws almost dislocated in shock - who would have expected that there was a zombie king hidden in the giant bronze cauldron?

This silver-armored zombie king has begun to take on spiritual form. He uses a giant bronze cauldron as his shelter and breathes in spiritual energy to practice. You can imagine how powerful he is. Moreover, zombies are evil creatures, naturally bloodthirsty, and most like to absorb Yang energy.

, will never let go of any living creature.

Yang Mu shouted: "Hurry up and support Brother Long!" He raised his arms and took the lead to raise his energy and rush away.

Long Jiu had experienced so many storms and waves in his life, how could he be frightened by a zombie? He had hidden energy, clenched his iron fist, cracked his finger bones, and his fiery fighting spirit collided with the cold killing intent.

The wind is blowing.

The silver-armored zombie king twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a terrifying and ugly sneer, as if mocking his opponent's overestimation of his own abilities. He screamed and jumped up into the air. He raised his sword high above his head and aimed at Long Jiu's top door to slash him down!

The white hair danced wildly, the sword shined, and the boundless murderous aura enveloped the altar.

The firelight turned into a miserable green, and everything in my eyes was green, eerie and strange.

Faced with this powerful sword, which was as powerful as cutting mountains and rivers, Long Jiu yelled "Hey!" and waved out his iron fist. His energy was released to form a strong wind, and he crashed directly into his opponent.

The silver-armored zombie king did not dodge or dodge. Wherever the blade passed, the strong wind tore it easily like cloth.

Long Jiu's face changed slightly, and he moved his toes sideways with all his strength. However, he saw the bright sword slashing down, countless gravels cracking and splattering, and a deep knife mark more than ten feet long appeared on the altar. He followed closely.

With a loud thunk, the silver-armored zombie king fell heavily to the ground. With a flip of his wrist, he swept the sword across his waist without stopping. The sword energy condensed as if it were substance, and the attack was extremely fierce.

How could Long Jiu dare to block the enemy's sword with his bare hands? He immediately spread out his body skills to get behind the Zombie King, and hit the enemy's vest with a punch from the air.

The tiger body of the silver-armored zombie king swayed slightly, and then turned back with a knife as if nothing had happened. It was a sinister creature transformed from a dead corpse, and there were no vital points or fatal points on its body. There was no difference between being punched in the vest and being tickled.

Long Jiu frowned secretly. This zombie king is extremely powerful, has quick reactions, the sword in his hand is extremely sharp, and is wearing a battle armor made by royal craftsmen. It is really a headache - you punch it ten or eight times, but it has no effect, but

One strike from it can kill you!

Just when Fu Jingtao was attacked and Long Jiu was fighting hard, four more armored zombies rushed out of the corridor and rushed towards the disciples crowded in the corridor. These zombies were all outstanding generals in the Tang Army and were skilled in martial arts.

After turning into a zombie, he has been fed by the Yin energy of the underground palace for nearly two hundred years. His body is as strong as fine steel and his strength is endless. When encountering enemies, he can only attack but not defend, and is extremely brave.

Du Shanyue, Bai Yurong, Jiang Haoyuan and others are racking their brains to study the formulas - even if they can't find the elixir this time, they will be satisfied with learning a magical skill - as long as they don't compare with monsters like Fu Jingtao,

Otherwise it will definitely piss people off!

When the fire turned green and the cold wind blew, most people were secretly vigilant. Although the zombies suddenly burst out of the corridor, the elites of each faction did not panic and quickly dispersed and shouted to fight.

Ding-ding-ding-ding! Bang! Dong-dong!

A melee broke out suddenly, with roars like thunder, clanging gold and iron, and the sound of clashing energies and explosions. I could see figures flying and moving, swords and swords criss-crossing, and fires flickering on and off. The intensity of the battle was beyond anything before.

Fu Jingtao narrowly avoided Mo Dao's chops, and stabbed with a flick of his wrist, pointing directly at the opponent's throat. In the middle of the sword stroke, he suddenly remembered that the zombie was dead, and immediately changed from stabbing to cutting, and the sword blade slashed across the zombie general.

His wrist seemed to have cut into a thousand-year-old dead vine, leaving only a shallow white mark.

The zombie general's movements were not affected at all, and the second knife was raised from bottom to top, still disemboweling him with a domineering killing method.

The Mo Dao is a powerful weapon on the battlefield. It can destroy the enemy's cavalry in the field. When the rows of Tang troops wielding the Mo Dao march forward in unison, the light of the swords rolls like a tide, and the murderous intent advances like a wall. It is truly a divine stop.

Killing gods, killing Buddhas when Buddha blocks them. The Tang army's Mo Dao team was so brave that they once swept through the desert grasslands and killed foreign cavalry in fear.

After more than two hundred years, this zombie general has still not forgotten his deadly sword skills, and the power of his attacks has increased several times compared to when he was alive!

Fu Jingtao inhaled and swept back, trying to distance himself and maneuver. The zombie general chased after him without missing a step. Mo Dao slashed wildly in a series of blows, and the sword energy hit the ground. The bricks and stone railings collapsed one after another, and he was as violent as a liger. Boom! Mo Dao.

The sword fell, and a warrior statue shattered into pieces, leaving only two legs standing in place. Fu Jingtao took advantage of his opponent's moves, and the long sword popped out and stabbed the zombie general in the eye socket.

Ding ding!

The zombie general lowered his head slightly, used his helmet to open the tip of the sword, released the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and stabbed it hard into Fu Jingtao's chest. His nails were black and sharp, and he didn't know how much corpse poison was hidden there.

Fu Jingtao made a mistake in his steps and hurriedly got out of the way, feeling troubled - this zombie was covered in a hard turtle shell and had no weaknesses in long-distance attacks. How could we defeat it?

At this moment, the fire in the middle of the corridor flashed and footsteps rushed. A group of warriors rushed out as if they were being chased by evil spirits. They were sweating profusely and their clothes were stained with blood. It was obvious that they had just gone through a bloody fight. The leader was...

The Demon Cultist Wang Ren Gucheng.

The masters of the Demon Cult saw the majestic and huge statue of Wu Zhao at the first sight. They were shocked and couldn't help but stop. Their eyes wandered past the giant bronze cauldron on the altar and the crazy attacking zombies, hesitating.

Whether to join the war group.

Fu Jingtao suddenly twisted his waist and changed direction, and rushed towards Ren Gucheng and others. How could the zombie general let him go, chasing after him and hacking at him all the way?

Ren Gucheng and others cursed angrily: "Damn boy, get out of here!" "You brat, are you looking for death?!"

Fu Jingtao ignored their threats and rushed in front of the demon sect masters in a blink of an eye.

The two demon sect masters at the edge of the team raised their swords and axes without thinking, aimed at Fu Jingtao's face and slashed at him. Unexpectedly, Fu Jingtao suddenly stopped running, kicked off his feet, and shot up like a cannon from the sky.

He jumped up high. But the zombie general couldn't hold back his steps and rushed straight into the intertwined light and shadow of swords and axes. Mo Dao instinctively swung around his body, blocking the killing move. It smelled the bloody smell on the clothes of the demon sect,

He couldn't help but get excited, roaring in a low voice and swinging his sword across.

Everyone in the Demon Sect was angry and resentful. They cursed Fu Jingtao in their hearts for being shameless and had to join forces to defend against the powerful enemy. Several weapons collided violently in an instant, splashing countless sparks, which was deafening. The zombie general ran rampant and stirred up the enemy with his own strength.

The demon sect's formation was in chaos.

Fu Jingtao felt secretly happy when he saw this. After landing, he ran in front of the "Tai Chi Secret of Longevity" again, racing against time to engrave the remaining words in his mind.
Chapter completed!