Reborn Zombie Supreme

Jiuju School's Mansion

He Cheng stepped on the white lime of the corpse raising ground and looked at the Japanese-style house after the war.

The double doors were blown open, the Jiuju sect badge hanging crookedly on the wall, and the uncontrollable corpse energy flowing out.

"A little late?"

He Cheng smacked his lips in depression, and took a sip of toothpaste wrapped on the tip of his tongue.

If his wishes were not fulfilled, there would always be several layers of obstacles waiting for him to do his work.

"……Meow"

The white cat saw He Cheng from the roof, and the fur on its back exploded.

"Where are you?"

He was talking to the cat, and the scene was a bit strange.

"Meow!"

The cat screamed and hit the stone lamppost with its head, causing a huge pool of blood.

The red string tied to the cat's feet came to life, dipped in blood and drawn on the white plaster ground one stroke at a time.

…

Yau Tsim Mong District, Tai Kok Tsui

Residential areas are densely populated. The most lively thing is the sound of mahjong coming from small apartments. The red and blue lights of hair salons on the streets are also the best time for business.

"Someone is fighting!"

I could smell the hot mana in the air.

The street girl smoking on the roadside waved to He Cheng, blowing smoke rings charmingly.

"Young man, come and have a good time."

He Chengshuang's legs stretched and he shot up into the sky.

"What are you doing? Feitian is so amazing!"

The street girl flicked the cigarette butt disdainfully, and after a few seconds she ran away crying, "Wow!" and yelled, "We've hit a ghost."

…

Michiko was dressed in a ninja night outfit, with two hemp ropes tied around her shoulders.

The cat is lying on the roof.

During this period, her drug trafficking syndicate was thwarted, and her method of transporting drugs by walking dead was discovered by the police, and she hired an expert from somewhere.

Several times, the losses increased, and today was the time for her to come to solve the problem.

Eight large sheets of cloth formed a formation, trapping her enemies inside.

Inside the formation is a very knowledgeable old policeman!

"You and I have nothing to do with each other, so why do you want to trouble me?"

"You transformed from a spirit into the devil's path, and you are doing justice for heaven by subduing demons. Besides, you transport poison as a walking corpse. As a police officer, I can't just sit idly by and ignore you!"

Uncle Feng was carrying a black suitcase and was ready to slay demons.

Michiko threw out a bouquet of chrysanthemums.

The chrysanthemums fell to the ground, spinning without wind, and the petals fell down and stuck to the square tiles paved on the roof.

Wow!

The bricks covered with chrysanthemums turned up layer by layer and hit Uncle Feng overwhelmingly. Uncle Feng almost reacted and dropped the black suitcase and stepped on it. He raised his hand to catch the two floor tiles and slashed left and right like a pair of swords. , smashing the storm of bricks that hit his face. Pieces of gravel fell to the ground.

The chrysanthemums fell to the ground again. Before Uncle Feng could catch his breath and get enough rest, he saw the overwhelming masonry sweeping in again!

"Pooh!"

Uncle Feng turned around and raised his foot to smash two or three slate bricks. He rushed to Michiko and opened his black box against the stone bricks.

A mirror.

"!!" A divine bird flew out of the mirror and knocked Michiko away!

The Dharma light shone like a flashlight, burning Michiko's whole body and made a "sizzling" sound.

As soon as Michiko was knocked over, no one could control the stone bricks that flew towards Uncle Feng, and they all fell to the ground and shattered.

When she turned around again, her face was dry and she looked like a demon.

"I am going to kill you!"

With a wave of his hand, a one-meter-high fireball exploded and hit Uncle Feng with a scalding wave of fire!

A woman loves to have a skinny appearance. No wonder she has to go to great lengths to ruin her face.

…

In He Cheng's eyes, there are no good or evil weapons in the world, and it's best to use them yourself.

Uncle Feng's Dharma Mirror might kill him eight hundred times before injuring the enemy a thousand times, but he is really afraid of his own weakness, and it is really useful against those chasing soldiers.

Evil zombies can also use Taoist treasures. Only by being able to withstand damage can they obtain high profits.

To use one of his words: "I've always been risking my life with others!"

boom!

A ball of fire exploded in front, attracting He Cheng's attention.

He jumped lightly, rose up like an ordinary zombie, but was dozens of times taller than an ordinary zombie, and landed on the roof of the building. On the roof of the building, there were two men and one woman lying on their backs, looking at him with their mouths wide open.

"He...he jumped up from downstairs?"

"I know!"

"You should get used to fighting between gods." The two of them each had a gun in their hands, but they didn't dare to lift it up.

"Are you also a master? My uncle is inside, can you please... woo woo"

The girl stood up a little timidly, but wanted to ask He Cheng for help. Fortunately, she was held back by the two men.

It is dangerous to talk to someone without permission when the enemy is unknown to us.

Standing outside, you can feel the scorching heat of the flames in the formation.

He casually tore open the standing cloth wall, and He Chengcheng walked in so easily.

"who?"

Uncle Feng's nerves tightened. He held the magic mirror and dodged the attack of the female demon. He turned around to see a young man who tore the cloth and walked in step by step.

Michiko screamed "Ahhh" and her throat was hurt by the magic mirror, but she was happy in her heart. If the opponent took action, there would be no problem in this battle.

He Cheng suddenly rushed towards Uncle Feng. As soon as his heels touched the ground, the cracks on the roof had not yet spread. He was already in front of Uncle Feng. He put one hand on his shoulder and the other hand grabbed the man in his arms. Dharma mirror.

"Beep!" The divine bird flew out and hit his palm, sending white smoke billowing into the sky!

Although He Cheng frowned, there was a smile on his face. If he could hurt himself, he must be as good as the black and white impermanent handcuffs and shackles!

With gentle force, the Dharma Mirror suddenly fell out of Uncle Feng's arms.

"What a monster!"

The big killer weapon was taken away. Uncle Feng was very anxious and he was ready to kill He Cheng.

"Maoshan Taoism? None of your masters can do anything to me."

He raised his hand to block it lightly, and Uncle Feng's spell fell on his palm, making a sizzling sound. He Cheng was not injured at all, but Uncle Feng's fingers were burned off a layer of skin and there was no bleeding. Drill along his veins to his wrist!

"What a powerful poison!"

Uncle Feng hurriedly retracted his hand and retreated, and He Cheng, who had obtained the Dharma Mirror, also released his hand and let him go.

Uncle Feng gritted his teeth and pressed several spells before he lit his wrist, barely controlling the corpse poison from rising up and piercing his heart and lungs.

But my heart couldn't help but sink to the bottom.

He Cheng made a casual move, and the suitcase fell into his hands. He put the Dharma mirror into the suitcase, carried the suitcase, and came to Michiko, who had lost her human appearance. He grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and jumped away.

It's really easy to come and go.

Uncle Feng held his wrists and his body was shaking. Looking at the torn holes in the formation, he could no longer feel at ease.

"uncle!"

"Uncle Feng!"

"Old man!"

The three people outside the formation took advantage of the gap that He Cheng had just opened and rushed in with their weapons.

"Uncle, are you okay?"

When the girl saw Uncle Feng lying on the ground with a pale face and his fingers darkened, she hurriedly knelt down to support him. She felt worried and her tears fell down.

"I'm fine!"

"Where's that female devil? She won't be killed by you, Uncle Feng!"

The other man was still flattering.

"The man just now is also very powerful, he is probably a helper." Another person also analyzed clearly.

Only Uncle Feng trembled and muttered to himself: "How can there be an evil demon with such cultivation in this world?"

The Dharma Mirror is the ancestral treasure of his master, and it has always been his biggest trump card when a demon is exposed to it and is about to be burned to death. How strong is that person who can hold it in his hand without changing his expression? Could it be that the thousand-year-old devil is born?

"No, get help!"