Apprentice Crit Strike Return: It’s up to you to revitalize the Daomen

Chapter 68

Jiang Xiaoliu was extremely embarrassed, and was about to explain, when suddenly a large and extremely thick corpse aura rolled in, and the black mist dispersed by the two divine thunders actually tended to gradually thicken.

"Black stiff, there are ten black stiff heads, this is impossible."

Daoist Lingjian retracted her half-drawn long sword, looking in disbelief at the ten black zombies bouncing and filing out of the black mist.

Hei Zombie has the power of five horses, and in ancient torture, he was divided into five horses. If Hei Zombie is close to him, he can be easily torn into several pieces, and ordinary spells and guns cannot easily damage him.

Jiang Xiaoliu also learned about it in Taoism books, and this was the first time he met these zombies today.

"Ten black zombies, we must work together to kill them, everyone be careful."

Daoist Lingjian is eager to try, and she is about to fall down to kill the enemy.

Qingyang frowned tightly, and stopped the Lingjian way: "Wait, this place is too evil. If the white zombie is sacrificed artificially, it can be completed, but the black zombie needs at least a hundred years of hard work, and the fate of the corpse, the location of the refining, and the consumption Special materials, special formations, special exercises, etc. are all indispensable, so that the sacrifice can be successful."

"But everyone, there are a total of ten black zombies here, and the degree of corpse aura is only successful in the past few days, so it is even more puzzling."

A gleam of light flashed in Xiaoyue's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "You mean that the mastermind behind the scenes is even more terrifying, with extraordinary strength and methods. If we don't deal with it carefully today, we may never return, right?"

"That's right." Qingyang made a gesture towards the center of his eyebrows, and a blue vertical eye appeared.

"Qingyang Tianyan, what a supernatural power."

Xiaoyue praised.

"Small tricks, you're making a fool of yourself."

Qingyang said politely, and the vertical eyes between the brows suddenly shot out a blue light, which fell on the ground and turned into a lamppost with a range of tens of meters, scanning back and forth repeatedly.

"Strange!"

"How? What did you find?"

Qingyang's face was gloomy: "These zombies seem to have emerged out of nowhere, and the corpse's aura also permeated from the ground. It seems that they were formed by a coincidence of nature."

"Coincidence? Look at those ten black zombies. They have a well-founded advance and retreat. Although they are bloodthirsty, they are not crazy. Instead, they formed a faint encirclement formation against us on the ground. Isn't this manipulative behind the scenes?"

Qingyang closed his eyes and shook his head: "I'm ashamed, it seems that I can only kill these black zombies first."

Hong Wu couldn't wait a long time ago, waved his big sleeves, and shouted violently: "During the time, whoever comes, we will beat anyone we see, and kill ghosts, I will come first."

"Hongwu Divine Saber, split the sky!"

Master Hongwu summoned a low-grade dharma saber, cut out a half-moon-shaped saber light, and descended from the sky with a sharp whistling.

"clang!"

The sound of the huge metal and iron clanging echoed between the sky and the earth, and the three black zombies were cut off several times, but apart from scratching their fur, they turned over as if nothing happened, bared their teeth and yelled at the sky, Obviously very angry.

Hong Wu was startled: "My good fellow, you are so solid, I can cut a small mountain in half with my knife."

"Hongwu Divine Sword, chopping on the ground, chopping through the river, and chopping through the sea."

Three swords in a row, the heaven and the earth are filled with a domineering sword energy, as if to cut the earth, cut the river, divide the sea, the momentum is turbulent, and the domineering is boundless.

These three knives cover a large area, and all ten black zombies are within the range of the saber energy.

The sword qi is sharp, piercing gold and cracking rocks. The huge square has just been blown up by Jiang Xiaoliu. At this moment, the fierce and inexhaustible sword qi slashed down again. Among the endless ruins.

Jiang Xiaoliu's eyes lit up, this real Hongwu's strength is really not weak, it should be second only to Taoist Lingjian, and definitely ranks among the top among the Eighteen Great Foundation Establishment Daoist in the Central Plains.

Of course it can't be counted as his hanging batch.

"Crash!"

The rubble and ruins rolled up, and one by one black zombies got out, and everyone looked at them intently. Although these black zombies looked torn and torn, they were still full of corpses and full of energy. They even inserted their palms into the rubble, struggling Throw it towards the sky.

A trace of murderous intent flashed across the beautiful eyes of Taoist Spirit Sword, she bent her fingers a little, and the long sword in her arms shot out of its sheath, and instantly turned into a blue sword screen in front of everyone, like a peacock spreading its tail, chopping the large rocks that came from the spurting one after another. broken.

"Spirit Sword Wushuang, three folds of waves in the sea!"

"Crash!"

The dark blue magic sword stirred all directions, and the boundless sword energy turned into an endless sea and crazily surged in the air. The loud noises of turbulent waves rang in everyone's ears, and they even seemed to smell the fishy smell of the sea.

"boom!"

Daoist Lingjian's formula changed, and the long sword flying in the air wrote a series of mysterious runes in the air. Immediately, the waves became violent, rolling up three huge waves tens of meters high, and slapped them heavily.

It was just one wave, and ten black zombies were photographed instantly into the rubble; the second sea wave photographed, the rubble was instantly flattened, like floor tiles with cracked lines; the third sea wave photographed, within 50 meters The ground of the square is neatly sunken.

The three waves are stronger than the last one, stronger than the last one, continuous and endless, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, their power is incomparably incomparable.

Even the dense black mist that was almost indissolvable was scattered by the shock waves of the violent waves, revealing the true colors of the funeral parlor.

"Ouch!"

There are so many ghosts in the dark, hanged ghosts, unjust dead ghosts, water ghosts, evil ghosts and even fierce ghosts, you can't see the end at a glance.

The dense group of corpses, zombies, walking corpses, white zombies, black zombies, and even jumping zombies that are no different from living people, raised their heads in unison, stared at the crowd, and let out low-pitched roars.

"Fuck, so many?"

Wang Lin and Xuan Zhen, who woke up slowly, looked at the army of ghosts in front of them, and they were shocked.

"The ninth group of special operations team, the emergency order code 9527, is allowed to mobilize the third-level energy weapons, and rush to the Mangshan funeral parlor for support."

Hua Wujun and other members of the Excalibur Bureau also rushed over, watching the terrifying ghost army draw their weapons one after another, all on guard as if they were facing an enemy.

"Wang Lin, Xuan Zhen, don't hold back and go all out. If you die here, don't blame Master for being cruel and not saving you."

With such a good opportunity to practice, Jiang Xiaoliu doesn't want them to grow up under his wings all day long. Besides, he has given them top-notch exercises, magic tools, and elixir. Even if they can't win against a large army of ghosts, Survival is always possible.

If they can die like this, then it is considered that they have protected them, and there is no need to cultivate immortals in the future.

"Don't worry, master, the water and fire robe!"

This is a medium-grade magic weapon given to him by Jiang Xiaoliu. A group of emerald green lotus flowers slowly rose from under his feet, gently supporting Wang Lin in the air, and above his head was a big umbrella embroidered with the totem of the fire phoenix. .

Hong Wu's eyes widened: "Your disciple is actually wearing a middle-grade magic robe?"

Master Qingyang: "So rich!"

Xiaoyue: "I envy your apprentice."

Spirit Sword: "Yeah!"

"Ruyi Ruyi, follow my heart, and quickly manifest!"

Xuanzhen, who is five big and three thick, throws a mutton fat jade ruyi high, exuding infinite light and illuminating the earth. The army of ghosts and monsters all over the ground was shocked and stood still for a moment, except for the dozens of black zombies who took the lead and bared their teeth. Struggling like hell.

"Eldest brother, kill quickly, I won't last long."

Wang Lin was overjoyed and agreed loudly: "Okay, look at me."

"Yuqing Dharma Sword, Xuanqing Jade Qi Slash!"

He summoned the high-grade Yuqing magic sword bestowed on him by Jiang Xiaoliu, and slashed out with a fan-shaped Yuqing sword energy. The dozens of black zombies headed by him were all cut in half, even without a single enemy. The army of ghosts in the rows behind him could not escape the fate of being cut in half, and the two halves of the corpses turned into black streamers and sank into the ground.

Hong Wu: "Damn it, a high-grade magic weapon?"

Qingyang: "Just practicing Qi is a top-grade magic weapon. Are you a Daoist of many treasures today?"

Xiaoyue: "Today, do you dislike the 380-year-old apprentice?"

Spirit Sword: "I want to say it too!"

(End of this chapter)