Reborn Zombie Supreme

The whole place was silent, everyone knew that Wude Xingjun was looking for trouble.

The little demon who was injured by the sword wind dared not speak out in anger. He covered his chest and hid aside in despair.

Snapped!

He Cheng's groom's boots embroidered with red flowers stepped on the steps, two steps, three steps, four steps... he walked down calmly and came to Wude Xingjun.

"Broken!" He raised his hand and drew his sword. The sharp sword cut the table into two halves.

"This is the sword given to Xingjun by Heaven. I dare not accept it."

The wrist swayed slightly, and it weighed up to five hundred pounds, holding it lightly in his hand.

Wude Xingjun is the guard of Nantianmen. He is similar to the security guard captain in the company. He is not a good person.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The lion-like laughter broke through the strong ghostly aura and the aroma of wine, and came from a distance.

"Wudexingjun, it's such a happy occasion for someone to get married. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for you to give me a broken sword that you have used enough?"

"Zhong Kui?"

Wude Xingjun's face changed slightly.

Immortals who descend to the earth without authorization are punished whether they rescue mortals or subjugate demons. The thousand-year-old golden turtle in the Yaochi is a bloody example.

"Hmph! I'm just a guard guarding Nantianmen. I don't have anything valuable on me. God of Plague, it's your turn!"

Wude Xingjun threw the blame to the God of Plague. With Zhong Kui here today, it was hard for him to take action.

"Ah, me?" The God of Plague was stunned.

Before that, Wude Xingjun came to him and told him to kill the zombies that sucked up his mana at that time, and specifically selected the wedding day of the zombies to both shame the zombies and lose their heads.

After entering the door, Wude Xingjun drew his sword and started to kill, with the God of Plague assisting him.

When did you say anything about giving gifts?

Seeing that the God of Plague was stunned, Wude Xingjun sent a message: "Give him anything you want. When I deal with Zhong Kui later, I will kill this zombie and I will definitely get the thing back for you!"

Hundreds of demons were looking at him. The god of plague thought about it and took out a porcelain basin similar to a washbasin from his body.

"This is the cornucopia given to me by the God of Wealth. If you throw one ingot into it, ten ingots will come out."

The treasure sounds so powerful that even the least skilled monsters at the banquet are too lazy to raise their eyebrows. Regardless of monsters or gods, mortal money is the same as ordinary stones to them.

The God of Plague scratched his cheek, this scene was a bit embarrassing.

But when he thought that he would immediately kill all the demons and monsters, including He Cheng, and silence them, the embarrassment would be blocked in the city of Fusui.

"Thank you God of Plague"

He Cheng took the cornucopia and handed it to the kid beside him.

He also said loudly, "Thank you all friends for thinking highly of me and coming to reward me! The presence of Wude Xingjun and the God of Plague today will bring glory to the city of Fuzhou! Master Zhong and I are old acquaintances. I will give you three toasts for the first glass of wine today." Have a drink!”

He spoke cleverly and deliberately separated Zhong Kui and Wude Xingjun. Zhong Kui is a god like you, but he is an old friend of mine.

The monsters below nodded and were glad that they could come today.

The old demon from Black Mountain who died in vain actually has friends in the fairy world and the underworld. It is absolutely right to hug this big leg tightly!

"Master Heishan, where is your bride? We can wait and see!" A little demon called Yangzi below.

"Yes, we have to appreciate it. How beautiful it is!"

The shouts came and went, almost like the scene when a mortal gets married.

"master……"

A kid came up to He Cheng and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Add chaos!"

Ordinary little demons and little ghosts didn't hear it, but God of Plague and others heard it word for word.

The tree demon grandma of Lanruo Temple was killed by a swordsman. The swordsman and the scholar were even preparing to steal Nie Xiaoqian's ashes. Fortunately, a female ghost came to the City of the Dead to communicate, otherwise He Cheng would have lost a lot of face if someone escaped from marriage today.

"My bride is a little shy, so I have to pick her up in person. Everyone, drink here now. I'll be right back!"

The little monsters didn't know what happened, so they nodded, "Master Montenegro, go quickly, don't waste time."

Wude Xingjun was even more happy. Didn't this give him an opportunity to lobby Zhong Kui?

"Lao Yuan, come with me!" He Cheng said.

"yes!"

The two of them rose into the sky, left the City of Fusui, and rushed towards Lanruo Temple.

He Cheng let go of the corpse aura, and bursts of thick black corpse aura emerged from his robe and sleeves like black smoke from a chimney, wiping out all life wherever it passed.

From a distance, it looks like a black smoke wearing a robe.

"Lao Yuan, if you see Mr. Wude Xing, can you beat him?"

"I am no opponent"

Skip-level battles become more difficult in the later stages.

"What about holding him back for a stick of incense?"

"Can!"

Yuan Detai gritted his teeth and nodded.

"only……"

"Are you worried that Zhong Kui will rebel?"

"Um"

"Don't count him in this battle. If he really takes action..."

If Zhong Kui really took action, he would have no choice but to abandon the city and flee for his life.

He is not yet confident enough to deal with three named gods at the same time.

Lanruo Temple is here in an instant.

A fire engulfed the tree demon in Lanruo Temple. Yan Chixia was half-kneeling on the ground, holding a long sword and breathing heavily.

"Hurry up! The old monster from Montenegro will come later, and none of us will survive!"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!"

Ning Caichen knelt on the ground and dug the soil, and took out the urns one by one.

"No, not yet...Xiaoqian, Xiaoqian, where are you!"

Ning Caichen frowned when his fingers were worn out and dug with only one hand.

"Ah! Found it!"

Ning Caichen was about to hug the urn, but was kicked away by Yan Chixia, causing him to somersault on the ground.

"Get away!"

"Big Beard, what do you mean?"

Ning Caichen patted his robe and said, "Xiaoqian, I..."

Looking at the two people who suddenly appeared in front of him, he was stunned.

"……It's you!"

When he thought of a scary monster like his grandma, who was obedient in front of He Cheng, Ning Caichen seemed to have been pushed and took seven or eight steps back.

Maybe he knew it was a bit embarrassing.

He clenched his fists and said with swollen veins on his neck: "Xiaoqian doesn't like you at all, why do you want to marry her?"

"I'm not marrying you"

He Cheng bent down, picked up the urn with the words "Nie Xiaoqian" written on it, and patted the soil.

"You! You just rely on your fists to suppress people! If you have the ability to let Xiaoqian marry you with your true skills!" He still refused.

"Really capable?"

He Cheng turned his hand and the urn had been put away by him.

"You ruined my life today because you've been living in your head for too long and you want to move?"

In all calculations, Ning Caichen was the only one left out. Although the tree demon did not have the courage to deal with the gods, but... the fact that the tree demon died in Yan Chixia's hands was enough to be a pity. If he had been killed, Can't we mention this to the next level?

"The neck is four and a half fingers long, with thin skin and little flesh. With one cut, blood spattered three feet and four inches." Yuan Detai weighed the big knife in his hand and looked at Ning Caichen.

"I, I... have a big beard! You keep talking about killing demons and protecting the Tao, but now there are two demons and monsters, and you still won't take action?"

"Bah! Now you think of me!"

Yan Chixia stood up with her sword in hand, breathing heavily like an ox. The battle with the tree demon had already consumed too much of his mana.

"I tell you to get out of here and stay because of a female ghost. Come on, we all have to die now!"

He cursed, grabbed the Xuanyuan Divine Sword and walked forward. The tip of the sword scratched across the ground, rubbing against the stones, stumbling and sparking along the way.

Yan Chixia is not afraid of fighting and has high fighting spirit.

He Cheng was not in a hurry to take action. Instead, he stared at the Xuanyuan Divine Sword in Yan Chixia's hand and said, "Yan Chixia, do you want to let this kid live?"