Apocalyptic natural disaster: I take over Lake Baikal, you can do whatever you want

Just when Lin Feng wanted to thank Zhumu, the 100,000-strong army of undead began to move.

"Die! Die! Die!!!"

They opened their mouths and rushed towards Lin Feng, the wind blowing into their mouths made a hissing sound.

It sounds especially like death to the naked ear, and the densely packed white bones charging forward together really looks a bit scary.

“Whoosh! Puff!!!”

At this moment, a level 5 undead was so fast that a sonic boom was heard!

This was his supersonic power when he was alive. His supersonic movement speed was so fast that it was hard to see clearly, and his supersonic punch was as powerful as a missile explosion!

"Lin Feng! He's coming! Be careful! He's so fast that you can't see him clearly!"

Qiao Qiao quickly reminded Lin Feng, and the next second, the sonic skeleton rushed to Lin Feng. The supersonic fist punched Lin Feng's chest, and the black flames in his eyes carried an incomparable murderous intent.

"Boom!!!"

This punch caused a violent wind to blow, and some undead skeletons with low levels of supernatural powers were actually blown away by the air wave.

At this time, a space blockade blocked the space within a one-meter radius of Lin Feng. His determined punch left Lin Feng and the other three unscathed.

"Space cutting!"

Lin Feng used space to cut at his head, but the Sonic Skeleton seemed to have some memories of the battle before he was alive. He moved at supersonic speed again and avoided Lin Feng's space.

The skulls of the skeletons behind him were lifted up one after another like leeks being cut, but they were still not dead, and they would not die, and continued to attack Lin Feng's space blockade.

"Huh? These undead skeletons don't have any supernatural crystals? Holy shit! This is a huge loss!"

There are now tens of millions of alpacas running wildly in Lin Feng's heart. He thought he could get a big harvest this time, but he didn't expect that Oak would pull up a huge amount this time.

He actually gave himself 100,000 immortal skeletons and ran away!

The current situation is that the oak tree has run away, leaving behind a bunch of skeleton soldiers with nothing, and they are still unkillable. They are like flies that don't bite but are disgusting.

"Damn it! I'm really angry now! If I catch you, Oak, the consequences will be serious! Space Slash!"

Countless spatial slashes cut their bodies again and again, but they were not afraid or died. Even one arm mechanically climbed towards Lin Feng.

This is the purpose of Zhumu, to delay Lin Feng.

It was impossible for him to fight Lin Feng head-on before he recovered to level 7. He said so much just to find a chance for himself to escape.

Jing Pu stood behind Lin Feng and watched the 100,000-strong undead army being chopped into pieces by Lin Feng as if they were thrown into a cutting machine. His eyes were full of shock.

Is this Lin Feng's true strength? One against 100,000? Or crushing them? Is it really that outrageous?

The low-level undead skeletons were constantly cut and crushed by Lin Feng until they turned into bone residue and could not move.

The dozen or so level 5 undead skeletons have rich combat experience, and they can actually dodge Lin Feng's attacks.

They persevered in using their special powers to attack Lin Feng using their ultimate moves, including supersonic punches, fire explosions, giant ice cones, and thunder in the sky.

All kinds of elemental powers smashed into Lin Feng's space blockade without any effort, but this absolute defense was simply not something that these level 5 undead skeletons could break through.

If it weren't for Zhumu giving them the death order to kill Lin Feng, as normal people, they would have realized that their strengths were not in the same dimension and would have run away long ago.

"A bunch of old bone scum, jumping around is really annoying. The little bone scum has been smashed, now it's your turn. Slash through the infinite space!"

Lin Feng used space cutting to cut the surrounding space into pieces. Even the level 5 undead skeleton was unable to dodge under Lin Feng's precise cutting this time and eventually became part of the bone residue pile.

Lin Feng retracted the space blockade and stepped on the bone residue.

At this moment, the area within a thousand meters was covered with a layer of white ashes, and the moonlight shining on it seemed to be flashing a faint white light.

"All the fear in this world comes from insufficient firepower. When I have enough firepower, all the monsters, demons, and Buddhas are nothing but ants. There is nothing to be afraid of."

Lin Feng took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it gently. Didn't we agree that he wouldn't die no matter how he was cut? Now, why don't you move at all, Third Brother's ancestors?

"Have one?"

Lin Feng handed Jingpu a cigarette. Now you know who is the village chief of the global village, right?

On this earth, I, Lin Feng, have the final say. I look down on you, a small president. Can you be as powerful as the mayor of my global village?

If someone offered him a cigarette, Jingpu would definitely refuse it. He has quit smoking for many years. Smoking is harmful to health and he wants to live a few more years.

However, Lin Feng handed him the cigarette because he was giving him face. Jingpu would have to smoke even if he didn't know how to smoke, let alone quit smoking.

"Thank you."

Jingpu took the cigarette and took a puff. He also needed a cigarette to calm down.

This world is too crazy. Even if I have mushroom bombs, they seem to be useless now.

"Damn you, Oak. Next time I see you, I'll beat the shit out of you. It's a pity I didn't chop off your head."

Lin Feng looked around angrily. There was no trace of Oak Wood. Where else could he find him?

"Bah."

Lin Feng casually threw the cigarette butt on the pile of bones, and Jing Pu asked Lin Feng weakly:

"Lin Feng, can you tell me about your past?"

Lin Feng looked back at Jing Pu and asked in confusion:

"Have you heard my story?"

Putin shook his head and replied:

"Isn't there a nursery rhyme in your country that goes something like this? The moon was traveling through the white lotus-like clouds, and the evening breeze brought waves of terrifying songs. We sat on top of the high pile of bones and listened to Lin Feng talk about the past."

Lin Feng and Qiao Qiao, Ling Wenya: "..."

I have to say that what Putin said is quite appropriate.

Are you sure this is a nursery rhyme? And not a childhood trauma? A horror story?

"It seems that you still don't know much about our Chinese culture. Go back and study more."

Lin Feng waved his hand. He didn't want to talk about the past.

Jing Pu frowned. He just wanted to ask some questions. He wanted to know how Lin Feng became so strong. Was it possible for him to become so strong too?

"Let's go, I've lost a lot on this trip. I didn't get anything, and I even lost a tank of engine oil."

If Lin Feng doesn't pick up any supernatural crystal when he goes out, he will be at a loss, so he feels that today is really unlucky.

At this moment, the pile of bones on the ground moved slightly.

The bone fragments on the ground began to wriggle and piece together as if they had life, and then a huge bony hand gently emerged from the pile of bones.

We agreed to pay any price and fight to the death. It is absolutely impossible for it to end so easily.

I saw the huge bone hand silently grabbing Lin Feng and the other three...