Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 751 The Dust Falls
Things seem to be a little interesting. I found a square under the spirit house. In the sarcophagus, there is an old undead zombie who does not know how to use some secret method to make himself neither human nor ghost. Chattering like a woman can talk for three days and three nights.

The premise is that Fan Denglong didn't provoke this guy with words.

Hiding in the dark and domineering underground, there are hundreds of sergeants waving his hands. It can be seen that this zombie has been living in a dream.

In addition to these, the zombie also has a rare Yin Lingshi in his hand. Seeing his treasure like that, Fan Denglong thought to himself, shouldn't he take this thing back and study it carefully?

With this idea, it's easy to say, just do it directly.

Exercising lightness kung fu, Fan Denglong's figure suddenly turned into afterimages. Although those ghosts should be very strong, they are just zombies gathered together by some means. IQ is not like a robot. Just make up a program for him, no Spirituality, you can only obey orders forever, no matter how tall you are, you can only talk like a lump of wood.

The figure is flexible, the zombie is in front of him, and the blue beads all over his body are also close at hand.

You only need to reach out and explore, and the beads will be in your hand.

Unfortunately, this zombie is not ordinary.

In the previous dynasty, he was a Taoist priest of Maoshan with a high level of cultivation. In order to pursue immortality, he did not hesitate to use sorcery to refine his body into a zombie that is neither human nor ghost. In this dark underground, there are strange objects such as Yin Lingshi to gather Yin Qi for him, and his strength is a bit stronger than before.

He Yuexian once gave Fan Denglong a small method that allowed him to show his cultivation to the level of just refining qi.

That's why zombies have the right not to take Fan Denglong in their eyes.

"I really don't know how to live or die,"

There was a slight smile on the corner of the zombie's mouth, and the jewel-studded compartment standing in the air came out of its sheath with a clang, and then slashed towards Fan Denglong.

The air wave pierced the air, which was not much less powerful than the previous spear shot.

Fan Denglong was a little surprised, and the zombie smiled, and said complacently: "This is the saber of the masters of Maoshan. It has been practiced for hundreds of years, and it has already become a real magic weapon. Boy, you are lucky. Today, I will use you to consecrate the magic weapon."

Bah, Fan Denglong looked at this guy with some contempt.

"It's no wonder that Maoshan is in decline. It turns out that you are a traitor among them."

Fan Denglong held the spear in his hand fearlessly, "Did you see it? The real magic weapon of the immortal family dares to fight fiercely with mere magical weapons. Who is it?"

The spear broke away from Fan Denglong, and hovered in the air autonomously. Thunder and lightning raged faintly, and a clear dragon chant could be heard.

The zombie's eyes straightened, and his blue face returned to the way it was before. He wanted to show off, but he was slapped in the face instantly.

He has never seen a fairy soldier before, but the extraordinaryness displayed by this long spear is indeed real, and it is absolutely farther than the sword in his hand.

"The wealth is not in vain, it seems that your master is also a tired and lazy person."

The zombie smiled grimly, so what if there are magic soldiers?In the hands of this little qi refining monk, isn't that the same as giving him both hands?

The sword was also flying into the air, and it seemed to have some kind of connection with the zombie, so it went straight to attack Fan Denglong.

And the zombie was not idle at the moment, it kept absorbing Yin Qi into the air, and then opened its bloody mouth towards Fan Denglong.

A strong breath of death rushed towards his face, Fan Denglong caught off guard and took a breath, feeling a chill all of a sudden.

This coldness was different from before. Although it penetrated deep into the bone marrow before, it was like a gust of wind, which could be resisted by a strong body.However, along with this coldness, there are also various negative emotions, which makes people feel upset for a while.

Even, in Fan Denglong's line of sight, there seemed to be miserable faces, pairs of hands waving indiscriminately, helpless cries, and complaints all over the sky.

That's kind of sensible,

Fan Denglong sighed inwardly.

He had already seen what the square was like before, and the reason why these things appeared was nothing more than an illusion.

"Jie Jie,"

"I don't know how long you can carry it?"

"To tell you the truth, this is my unique skill. Once you get caught, you will be overwhelmed by endless resentment, and you will become delirious in the end."

"You said that you can only hide in this dark underground, so I will let you taste the darkness."

It's just that he has slept in it for more than 100 years, and Fan Denglong never imagined that this zombie is no different from a chatterbox.Was it loneliness that made him like this, or was it like this before?

His vision became confused, although he held his breath, the Yin Qi penetrated everywhere.

Fan Denglong looked at the zombie coldly, and it took a lot of perseverance to force out those hallucinations.

"Now that I've come this far, I can't keep you anymore."

The zombie was taken aback for a moment, but then laughed, "This is really the biggest joke I've ever heard,"

"is it?"

Fan Denglong chuckled, and shot the spear without any warning, a gorgeous gun gushing out, hitting the zombie's face directly.

The zombie turned pale with fright, quickly put the sword across in front of his body, and quickly dodged to the side.

Gunfire raged, and the ground made of large bluestones flew sand and rocks, and a shocking crack spread.

No matter which way the zombie dodges, the gunfire will follow behind. After a while, the originally neat square suddenly looks like it has been plowed by someone.

Until the zombie stopped panting, the gunfire stopped abruptly.

"Do you still think you are great?"

Fan Denglong had a playful look on his face, and at this moment, his eyes had regained their clarity.

"Was the game fun just now?"

The zombie's face was originally blue, but now he couldn't see anything.

"It seems that I don't see you much."

"Dead ducks are tough-mouthed, and you are about the same."

Fan Denglong smiled coldly, and with a move with both hands, the real dragon seal was impressively in his hand.

The majestic righteousness made the zombie's face change instantly, and fear hung on his face.

For zombies, grand righteousness is definitely the nemesis.

"It's okay if you just stay underground and dream of your own dreams, and if you like to show your face when you have nothing to do, then you can only blame yourself."

The real dragon seal rose against the wind, and it didn't take long before it was like a small hill, and the shadow cast completely covered the zombies.

The zombie still wanted to make a last-minute resistance, but Fan Denglong didn't give him any more chances. Under the cover of the real dragon seal, the yin energy around the zombie disappeared instantly.

Only a sharp scream was heard, accompanied by: "I am not reconciled,"

When the dust settled, the underground square became calm again.

(End of this chapter)