My uncle is Lin Zhengying

Even though the Monster Slaying Art at the Dzogchen level is much stronger than him, it is not so strong that it will make him despair, and he can't even understand it.

But now the coercion emanating from the two thunderbolts completely exceeded his current state.

It seems that such spells are not something he can understand at present, let alone something he can control!

He doesn't even have the qualifications to stand up to him!

As a bystander, Zhuge Kongping felt so terrified that the two thunderbolts did not attack him, not to mention the many zombies and ghosts locked by the power of the thunderbolt.

Before the thunder really fell, all the zombie ghosts stopped clamoring and boiling, and panic arose in their hearts.

The weaker ones even trembled uncontrollably!

This is the Yin-Yang Five Thunder Curse that Zhang Jing has added a part of the profound meaning of the Divine Cloud Thunder Technique to it. Although it is not as good as the real Divine Cloud Five Thunder Curse, it has already begun to have an inner flavor!

If it was the real God of Lightning, just relying on its coercion, more than half of these zombie ghosts would not be as simple as trembling, but would just kneel down!

To know.

When Zhang Jing was in Chang'an City, he was experimenting with the power of the thunder method of the gods, and the demons and heretics within a radius of tens of hundreds of miles felt the coercion, and they all knelt down!

But in the face of this group of zombie ghosts, Zhang Jing didn't need to go all out to collapse.

Thunder blinked and arrived.

Faced with the Monster Slaying Art just now, the thousand-year-old Qin Corpse who dared to go forward and intercept most of the sword energy with his own strength, was now too frightened to be the first bird, only dared to hide among the zombies and ghosts, all resisting the terrifying thunder Power.

Chi Chi Chi!

All the zombie ghosts were screaming miserably.

Being added to the body by thunder is like being ignited with gunpowder. The most masculine and majestic power contained in the thunder not only destroys their physical bodies, but also annihilates their original corpse energy.

After just one breath, more than half of the zombie ghosts fell in the yard.

In Zhang Jing's mind, he also thought of the system's prompt tone one after another.

But Zhang Jing didn't have time to check how much merit he had credited, his brain was completely occupied by excitement.After the two thunderbolts, more than half of the zombie ghosts in the yard had fallen down, and the remaining half were still howling in pain, resisting the maggot-like bone-eating thunder force in their bodies, almost unable to move.

Only the thousand-year-old Qin corpse was the only one that quickly drove away the scattered thunder power that fell on it.

Although it also caused a certain amount of injury and hurt its origin, it was not fatal enough.However, it also knew that there were more than [-] zombie ghosts helping it share [-]% of the damage just now, so it survived.

After the other zombies and ghosts can't bear it anymore, after they are all killed, it must face a very miserable end when it faces it alone.

So it already had intelligence, it was very smart, and immediately restrained its desire for bloodthirsty and revenge. The instinct of survival made it turn around and fly over the fence of the yard, preparing to escape.

"Want to escape? Leave it to me!"

Zhang Jing snorted coldly, of course he wouldn't let the biggest and fattest fish go, he was already prepared for this.

In the palm of his right hand, the power of thunder quickly gathered again. When the thousand-year-old Qin corpse flew over the yard and reached the highest point in the air, the thunder in Zhang Jing's hand shot out like an arrow, piercing the sky, and landed on the ground without any mistakes. On the body of a thousand-year-old Qin corpse.

boom!

A complete Yin-Yang Five-Thunder Curse combined with the Heavenly Heaven's Lightning Technique, how could a thousand-year-old Qin Corpse be able to hold it, it immediately fell down like a wild goose hit by an arrow, and hit the ground hard.

Zhang Jing's 'killing intent' remained undiminished, he looked around, and found that there were still zombie ghosts lingering on their last legs and were not killed immediately.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Jing's body changed like a ghost, shuttling back and forth in the yard.

As the sword lights rose and disappeared, a zombie or ghost was completely killed.

Zhang Jing is the best at things like making up the knife.

After a while, the surroundings returned to tranquility, and the mighty army of zombies and ghosts just now was all beheaded and exterminated!

Wang Hui and her daughter Zhuge Xiaohua just rushed back when Zhang Jing shot down the thousand-year-old Qin corpse who was trying to escape.

Looking at the corpses of zombies all over the yard, and Zhang Jing, who was still checking for any fish that slipped through the net with a long sword in his hand, he was inexplicably horrified.

This...is the end of the matter?

Although they came to Zhang Jing to save their lives, the speed was too fast, right?

These are more than twenty high-level zombie ghosts, not ordinary hairy little ghosts!

Even if her husband was healthy before the accident, it would be difficult for her to deal with it.

Why is it like a piece of paper in front of this little Daoist Zhang?

However, after being shocked, Wang Hui's heart was quickly filled with surprise, and she hurriedly stepped forward to check the injuries of her husband and son, and after confirming that although the two were seriously injured, their lives were safe, she was completely relieved.

"Sir, what happened just now? All the zombies and ghosts were dealt with by Daoist Zhang alone?" Wang Hui couldn't help asking in amazement.

Having just escaped from death, Wang Hui didn't bicker with Zhuge Kongping as usual, and she was no longer called Fatty, but Xianggong.

Zhuge Kongping recovered from the shock, but he didn't know how to answer his wife's question.

He also wants to know now, what happened just now!

Looking at the fallen zombies all over the yard, he felt like he was living in a dream.

"Zhang Daoyou, who are you? What is your identity? What is your cultivation?"

Zhuge Kongping couldn't help but stepped forward and asked.

Although it was a little impolite to ask the benefactor who had just saved their family's life, he was too shocked to think about it for the time being.

He really couldn't believe it, what he saw was just a young genius disciple of Maoshan Sect.

It is almost the same as those Taishan Beidou in today's Taoist legends!

For example, the old masters of Longhushan, the white-browed immortals of the Kunlun School, and other seniors.

"Forehead……"

Zhang Jing replied with a little guilt: "I am the No. 30 sixth-generation disciple of the Maoshan School, Zhang Jing."

His guilty conscience was not because of his identity, he had told the truth about his identity.

The reason for his guilty conscience was that he had slaughtered all the treasures that Zhuge Kongping had collected over the years, leaving nothing left.

There is no way, he is in urgent need of merit points, and he has such a good opportunity, he really can't stop.

"No.30 Sixth Generation Disciple of Maoshan School..."

Zhuge Kongping didn't know what to say anymore, besides being shocked, he was still a little skeptical about life, and asked, "Didn't you say, fellow Daoist Zhang, that when you were destroying the bronze armored corpse, the magic formula you are best at is to practice until Is it a demon-slaying tactic at the Dzogchen level? Why is your thunder technique... so powerful?"