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After knowing that everyone in Maoshan had returned to Maoshan, Jiang Chen felt confident and knew what he was going to do next.

According to Ajige's previous introduction, the current zombie dynasty has strong troops and horses, and it is impossible to defeat the Maoshan faction.

Then they must have a bigger conspiracy when they let everyone in Maoshan go back...

There will definitely be a big battle in Maoshan in the near future!

But now that he has neither soldiers nor food, he won't be able to make much difference even if he goes to Maoshan.

It's better to conquer some zombies first, and then go to Maoshan to rescue the siege...

So Jiang Chen took advantage of the night and ran for an hour before arriving at a place where green zombies were found as recorded in his notebook.

Before going to Japan, Jiang Chen conquered many zombies, but there were still many places recorded in his notebook that he had not been to yet.

So this time I simply conquered them all.

After releasing Ajige and his five sons from the skeleton ring, Jiang Chen explained the situation to them...

After listening to Jiang Chen's words, Azige also knew the seriousness of the matter.

If his father really wiped out the Maoshan faction this time, what else could stop the rise of the zombie dynasty in the future?

Then, when his father discovers that he is king outside, who else can stop him from chasing him and annexing his territory?

When he thought of this, Azige understood that if he didn't want to be his father's sword, then he must help Mao Shan at this time.

The eldest brother is still amazing, he can think of these things clearly in an instant.

Ajige still didn't know that Jiang Chen was from the Maoshan sect. After all, Jiang Chen's various behaviors in front of him did not look like a Maoshan disciple...

"Brother, have you sensed any trace of it?"

Jiang Chen, who searched around but couldn't find the green zombie, was a little anxious. After all, there was not much time left for him.

"Brother, don't panic, as long as it's still in this mountain, I can find it...Brother! I found it!"

"Okay, take me there now!"

……

Maoshan

He Changkong stood directly in front of the main hall square. Beside him were the top combat forces of the Maoshan faction, Chen Azheng, the master of Jiangshi Pavilion, Zhao Xiaohan, the master of Qinyin Pavilion, and Li Qingshu, the master of Fulu Pavilion...

They were all the uncles and uncles who taught Jiang Chen his subjects when he was studying in Maoshan.

He Changkong looked at the Maoshan disciples standing neatly in the square, with perseverance and perseverance on their faces, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

These young Maoshan disciples are the future pillars of the Maoshan sect. If I let them die in this way, I would really be sorry to the founder!

Yes, He Changkong has made up his mind to disband Maoshan and let a group of young disciples go down the mountain to find a chance of survival.

As for himself, he and his uncles and brothers were defending Maoshan!

"Everyone! I have brought everyone together today. I believe you all understand something."

He Changkong raised his head and glanced at the bright moon, with a smile on his lips and said

"That's right, I declare that today, the Maoshan sect is disbanded. From now on, there will be no more Maoshan sect!"

"You are no longer disciples of Maoshan, please go home!"

After He Changkong said these words, it seemed as if he had exhausted all his life's energy. His whole body's energy and energy suddenly disappeared, and his face became visibly pale.

Hearing this, the Maoshan disciples in the square were stunned. They thought that the leader asked them to gather in the square for the purpose of starting a war with the Zombie Dynasty in three days.

Unexpectedly, the leader actually disbanded the Maoshan Sect!

"No, I don't believe it, it's not true!"

"Uncle Master! Why do you want to disband the Maoshan Sect! Why!"

"I don't believe it, I won't leave, I won't leave!"

"Uncle Master, unless you kill me, there is no way I can leave Maoshan!"

"Yes, never leave!"

"I'm not afraid of death, I won't leave!"

"You are born as a Maoshan person, and you die as a Maoshan ghost! Never leave!"

"You are born as a Maoshan person, and you die as a Maoshan ghost! Never leave!"

"You are born as a Maoshan person, and you die as a Maoshan ghost! Never leave!"

……

For a time, the entire Maoshan Square was filled with uniform shouts.

All Maoshan disciples are using their actions to show He Changkong that they are Maoshan disciples!

"Why are you all so stupid?"

He Changkong's throat was a little choked. He could remember the names of each of the more than 300 Maoshan disciples.

The one standing at the front and shouting the loudest was Xiao Shuanglong. His family was from a single generation. His father was a well-known wealthy businessman in the county. He couldn't bear the child's desire to learn Taoism, so he sent him to Maoshan Mountain to learn from his master.

The fat man next to Xiao Shuanglong was called Pi Huiyun. His family was in the pig-killing business, so he had no worries about food and clothing. However, because he once saw Maoshan disciples subjugating zombies, he felt envious, so he secretly ran up the mountain to learn it without telling his family. art.

In the end, his father caught him and gave him a meal of fried meat with bamboo shoots, but not long after, he ran up Maoshan again.

The square-faced one is called Yang Hao...

……

Faces and names appeared in He Changkong's mind.

At this time, Chen Azheng, who was next to He Changkong, touched him and pointed to the medical hall not far away.

"You are born as a Maoshan person, and you die as a Maoshan ghost! Never leave!"

"You are born as a Maoshan person, and you die as a Maoshan ghost! Never leave!"

……

It turned out that the injured Maoshan disciple in the medical hall also started shouting at some unknown time.

Seeing this scene, He Changkong, who was already in his 60s, couldn't bear it anymore. His eyes were blurred by tears. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the disciples in the square.

For a moment, there was silence in the square.

All Maoshan disciples are waiting for their leader to change his mind and withdraw his orders.

"I admit, I am an old fool, and I haven't seen it through to you young people."

"In that case, where are the disciples from Maoshan?!"

"exist!!!"

A neat shout resounded through the sky!

Even the residents who were moving in the lower market town of Maoshan heard this cry of determination to die.

"In that case, let's fight together to the death!!"

"Fight to the death and never retreat!!!"

"Fight to the death and never retreat!!!"

"Fight to the death and never retreat!!!"

Hearing these words shouted by the disciples, He Changkong felt that he was dozens of years younger. He wished he could take the lightning strike wooden sword and fight the Qing Taizu for [-] rounds...

……

two days later

夜晚

Jiang Chen was running towards Maoshan with all his strength.

At this time, he finally gathered some of his wealth, including ten green zombies, 23 black zombies, and [-] ordinary zombies.

The past few days of not sleeping, climbing over mountains and ridges, drilling holes to look for corpses, had left Jiang Chen with some physical weakness.

But when Jiang Chen learned that Uncle Jiu had also gone to Maoshan, he didn't dare to be lazy at all. He kept using Qinggong along the way, and the energy source in his body was gone, so he practiced while running to replenish the energy source...

When Jiang Chen was still ten kilometers away from Maoshan, Maoshan was in a mess. Zombie remains and the corpses of Maoshan disciples could be seen everywhere.

He Changkong, who had already broken an arm, burst into tears looking at Xiao Shuanglong who had his chest penetrated by Qing Taizu's hand.

He cried so many times tonight that he could no longer feel the heartache.

The lightning-struck wooden sword in his hand had long been broken. Chen Azheng and others were still struggling, but what was the use? Those young Maoshan disciples were all dead, all dead! !

He Changkong also didn't expect that the war that was supposed to come tomorrow would actually break out tonight.

Zombie dynasty, they are not flying at two heads, but three...