Pick up a god to cultivate immortality

Feng Lishang smiled, and drew spells around with his hands in the air. His beautiful eyes shone with a strange light, and his coquettish purple pupils were as charming and elegant as magnificent purple gems.

"My lovely children, it's your turn! Don't let me down... Haha!" Feng Lishang said to himself, gently stroking the golden skull on his neck.

"My lovely children, wake up quickly! Now is not the time to sleep!" She looked at the ground and waited quietly.

On the stone platform made of obsidian, the wooden stake on which the female corpse was nailed suddenly trembled and shook violently. The female corpse, which was bound with white cloth strips all over her body, used her head to penetrate the soul-fixing bead, leaving a hole on her head. With a small bloody hole, he walked stiffly off the altar!

At this time, all the corpses obeyed Feng Lishang's call, and all made a creepy "Gaba Gaba" sound, and stiffly approached the monks.

The beautiful zombies summoned by Feng Lishang fell from the platform to the steps and were walking stiffly towards this side! Looking at the bottom of the steps, there are countless zombies trying to climb up!

Everyone knows that zombies have no pain. Even if a sword is inserted into the heart, they will not die or suffer pain. What is even more confusing is that the power of zombies is a terrifying existence!

Zombies are extremely powerful. There have been examples of demons using zombies to destroy a family in the past. Once caught by them, they will be torn to pieces immediately!

The zombies have pale faces, sunken eye sockets, and small black holes on their foreheads where the soul-fixing beads have passed through. Their long hair hung low in front of their faces, their bodies were still stained with blood, and most of their gorgeous clothes were lost when they walked and fell.

The immortal cultivators flying in the sky were ready to fight. One by one, they hit the zombies' bodies with spiritual magic, but it had no effect at all. They passed by easily as if they were scratching an itch. At the moment of surprise, the monks were stunned by the zombies. They had quickly arrived behind an immortal cultivator. Their stiff hands strangled an immortal cultivator who was treating his injuries. Their stiff hands twisted hard on his smooth neck, and the neck of an immortal cultivator was broken like this. , making a "crack" sound of broken bones.

However, the soul of the immortal cultivator was absorbed by the demons around Feng Lishang and collected in a small porcelain bottle.

Falling into Feng Lishang's hands, even the souls of immortal cultivators will be fed to the Ghost King.

She has cruel methods and a changeable and vicious personality. The immortal cultivators looked angrily at the extremely shameless Feng Lishang. Looking at the dead companions, I felt sad.

At this time, the old immortal cultivator roared angrily, jumped into the sky, and once again used his spiritual power to condense the sword light, "Witch! Look at the sword! Thousands of thunderous swords!!"

I saw sudden bursts of flying sand and rocks, dark clouds and dense thunder in the sky.

The sky seemed to be roaring, blood-red thunder and lightning were densely aimed at the altar, and they struck straight down. Countless thunder swords flew towards it, with lightning, thunder, and sparks flying all the way.

Sweeping in with a terrifying crackling sound!

Feng Lishang looked at the old man sarcastically and sneered, "Old man, you are looking for death!"

She waved her jade hand, and a powerful black energy flew out from the palm of her hand, instantly penetrating the old man's protective shield. The black energy hit the old man's chest, splashing a shower of blood, and carried his body towards him. Flying in mid-air, in the end, the old man's body hit the mountain hard and blood spurted out from his mouth.