Global Cards: I Create Eastern Mythic Card Deck

The wind blows the old locust trees and the sky becomes dark.

The burly zombie has its arms stretched forward and its eyes are fierce. Purple-black arcs of lightning are swimming around its body.

And collided with the Yin Qi, constantly making crackling sounds.

The bald old man, whose arm had been torn off, was holding a medicine pestle and walking slowly around Brother Zongzi.

The wind does not stop, the flags waver slightly, the leaves do not fall, and the clouds flutter.

The bald old Taoist was the first to take action. The secret medicine pestle stained with black and red blood stirred up the dark wind and green fire, and hit the zombie's head directly.

"Roar!"

Brother Zongzi's eyes widened slightly, and he swept back with agility that was not suitable for his huge body. His waist-length white hair was swaying, and there were many shadows.

Seeing that Lao Dao's attack missed, it exerted force on both legs, jumped up, and hit Lao Dao's back with its heavy body covered in thick corpse aura.

"call."

The old Taoist didn't even try to hide, he just held his breath and shrank his head into his Taoist robe.

From a distance, it looks like some kind of crustacean with a hunched back and a somewhat wretched look.

Brother Zongzi stepped down hard, causing the entire field to tremble, but the old man's face remained unchanged and his breath was even.

Obviously, he didn't suffer any serious damage.

"Ho."

Brother Zongzi stepped on it again, used the force to get up, and swept backwards. There was a look of thoughtfulness on his face that became more ferocious as he returned to his true self.

As the old saying goes: "If you are close to vermilion, you will be red; if you are close to ink, you will be black."

It has been with Ji Nian for so long, and has been praised and nurtured every day. It is no longer the stupid Zongzi it was at the beginning. It also knows a lot about "behaving in the world" and is even better at "living life".

Although they are thousands of miles apart, with the unified information processing unit of Zhihai, it has some superficial understanding of what Ji Nian did in Shijie Town.

There's not much else to say.

As a famous gangster in [Sunshine Community] (Yu Anran's field), with its almost rotten brain filled with the words "The wild goose plucks the hair, the beast leaves the skin", it destroyed the equipment of the Shang King against the Nian beast. There are some opinions on this matter.

——The King of Shang is a little over two meters tall in his full state. Not to mention the function of the robe he wears, even if it is cut into cloth and sold, it is still valuable!

There is also the blood bead crown, which not only can withstand all kinds of mental attacks, but is also more beautiful than the flower feathers on its head.

Of course, the latter are secondary.

The important thing is that these things are valuable.

Not to mention the year, it is greedy just looking at it...

But so many good things were ruined by that prodigal puppy who didn't know how to live.

If my guess is correct, my card master looks calm and relaxed on the outside, but I don't know how uncomfortable he is in his heart.

Under such circumstances, if it brings something good home, wouldn't it be a real limelight? From now on, the status of the family will not be at the bottom.

The rotten brain is thinking rapidly.

Old Zongzi, who has no IQ but is very good at brainstorming, imitates his own card master, showing a smile that he thinks is inscrutable but is actually dull.

Then he turned to look at the old locust tree where one foot was stepping on the branches and the other was dangling, looking unusually cool. Seeing the calm look on the other person's face, he couldn't help but nodded, meaning "I understand."

His card master has the skill of nourishing qi, and he knows this.

——Every time it gets into trouble, as long as it shows its gains, it can instantly become the "most promising" one in the family.

The same is true now.

Don't look at the lukewarm expression on your card master's face now, but he will use it as a treasure later.

It knows how to keep track of time.

"Ho ho."

In an instant, his mind was spinning, and the old Zongzi roared, put his feet on the ground, and swooped out in a flying posture close to the ground.

The bloodshot, black and turbid eyes with green light emerged, like a beast that had been hungry for a long time and finally came out of the cage.

His hands were spread apart, and ten green and black fingers, with black and sharp fingertips, were like ten sharp knives, piercing straight out.

When he gets closer, he spits out a mouthful of dark green and rich corpse poison.

The bald old Taoist repeated his old trick and shrank into his Taoist robe. From a distance, he looked like a snail.

Brother Zongzi also changed his strategy this time. He just stabilized his body, raised up a kick, volleyed the "football", and took a long shot.

This was unexpected, and the bald old man was almost kicked into the bottom of the cliff.

But still at the critical moment, he clung to the edge of the mountain, his body was agile, the rabbit rose and the falcon fell.

He pressed one arm on the ground, resembling an animal, with a faint shadow of a scarred and blind white lion appearing around his body.

The white lion followed his steps, treading lightly, and the bronze bell hanging around its neck swayed slightly.

"Roar!"

The white lion swooped out, blue and black arcs of lightning flashing around it, gathering into pillars.

Brother Zongzi just opened his bloody mouth and swallowed Lei Zhu into his belly, making his body stronger.

Then he put the five fingers of his right hand together, like a sharp knife thrusting out, as fast as the wind, with an unshakable momentum like a mountain.

The white lion was unable to dodge and was stabbed in the forehead. It only met him once and was pierced.

"Bah, sizzling."

Brother Zongzi took back his blue-black slightly rotten hand, which looked like a chiseled hand with purple-black fine particles beating.

One blow shattered the white lion's shadow, but it did not stop there. Instead, it stretched out its other hand without changing its speed, clasped the white-haired bald old man's head, and lifted it high.

With lightning speed, he snatched away the medicine pestle tied to Lao Dao's forearm and tore off the bronze bell tied around his neck.

The old Taoist was startled for a moment, but when he saw that the monster was trying to pull off his clothes again, he couldn't hold himself any longer.

He quickly shrank his neck and used the "golden silkworm shelling" technique, leaving the Taoist robe and the sparse bun on his head to Old Zongzi.

He himself was a hundred meters away in an instant.

"Ho ho."

Old Zongzi roared twice like a broken bellows from his throat, his expression full of satisfaction.

But as soon as he turned his head, he noticed the earth-stained gold vest worn by the old Taoist outside his inner robe. In the words of the chronology, it was "good on the back".

Brother Zongzi clearly remembered that the bald... bald old man just relied on this thing to withstand its attack.

nice one.

It’s just the right gift for Ji Nian, the sixth person who cherishes his life as much as gold.

The burly mountain-like body was faster than the slightly rotten brain, like a chariot, rushing towards him.

This was the first time for the bald old man to encounter such evil creatures and robbers. He didn't know how to deal with it for a moment, so he summoned the natal bone nail, gathered the ghostly resentment, and dug into the front of the zombie's head.

At the same time, a ferocious fiery snake with bared teeth and spitting out messages spewed out, and in one breath, it sprang out for tens of meters.

As for the green-faced, fanged, ferocious monster, he only wore the "S size" red Taoist robe as a scarf tied around his neck, and then had a medicine pestle in one hand and a bell in the other.

First, he raised his hand to block the attack, and then slapped the fire snake out.

Unable to bring out the effectiveness of the prop, it was simply used as a blunt instrument, hitting the old man's bald head with strange force in every blow.

After a while, he knocked the old Taoist who only had one arm left unconscious and took away his magic weapon with his hands.

"What bad luck!"

Goldman Sachs, who finally got out of his paralysis, couldn't help but curse.

Seeing that there was no one around, he put on his helmet in embarrassment, carefully lifted up the hoverbike he had just knocked down, quickly patted the dust hanging on it, raised his legs to step on it, and then kicked his feet violently. .