Reborn Zombie Supreme

“I don’t know who is behind these monsters”

Linghu Chong took a sip of wine in distress, and his brows relaxed a lot, "They should be made from corpses and will not die, because they are dead people and are bloodthirsty."

"What should we do, senior brother? If we are trapped here for ten days and a half, wouldn't we be doomed?"

"Haha, little junior sister, you are thinking too much." Linghu Chong patted Yue Lingshan on the head. "Although they are corpses, they are ordinary people. Apart from not being afraid of death, they are not that powerful. We can escape naturally as long as we use Qinggong."

"Then why don't you run quickly!"

As soon as Linghu Chong finished speaking, everyone in the Huashan faction immediately stood up and jumped towards the beams, preparing to escape through the roof where Linghu Chong came from.

"etc!!"

However, the Jin Yiwei moved faster. The Jin Yiwei were well-trained and moved quickly. Like wild geese flying in formation, they easily kicked away the Huashan Sect disciples who had turned into a mess.

"Hahaha, all members of the Huashan faction, please stay here as our queen!" As the last Jin Yiwei left from the roof, he raised his sleeve and threw out a stick that was sparking with sparks.

"It's gunpowder! Hurry and hide!" Linghu Chong grabbed his two brothers and fled away.

Boom!

The door was blown open.

The "monsters" who had been outside and had no idea how to get started poured in like a tide through the exploded door of the dye house.

"Elder brother, let's go quickly!" Lu Dayou urged from the beam.

"Wait...oh!"

Linghu Chong raised his hand and threw the two junior brothers onto the rafter. Lu Dayou and others who had been waiting above caught the junior brothers who were thrown up.

The reason why he was reluctant to break a hole through the roof was because Linghu Chong had his own hesitation. When he came, he found no living people around. Not only him, but his master Yue Buqun also didn't notice that there were two thousand dead bodies outside. surrounded.

This shows that the other party not only has bad intentions, but also has an ambush.

People in the dark regard the dyehouse as a trap for hunting. It is easy to let them in, but it is impossible to let them out easily.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Linghu Chong used four kicks in a row to kick away the four monsters that had gathered, knocking over the ones behind them.

But the monsters coming up from behind pushed the fallen people and rushed forward again.

There were even fewer places for Linghu Chong to stand.

"Junior brother, I mistakenly identified the traitor and caused you to die like this. I am even more ashamed of my trust in senior Lin Zhennan!" Linghu Chong said to He Cheng, who was lying on the ground. "If there is a next life, Linghu Chong will be a bull and a horse, and he will definitely forgive me!"

He tapped the ground lightly with his toes, pulled himself up from the ground, and got out through the hole in the roof.

He Cheng, who was lying dead on the ground, opened his eyes and said with a smile: "Linghu Chong, it's really interesting."

"Get away!"

When the surrounding people heard He Cheng's loud shout, they dispersed in fear and left a circle.

"I didn't expect there to be such a large number of zombies. How many people did those two Jinyi guards bite?"

He Cheng would not refuse to develop a zombie army, but when he was still half human and half zombie, it was impossible for high-level zombies to obey his orders. On the contrary, if he did not obey his orders, he might be killed.

Without class suppression, the zombie swarm is just another trouble for him. What's more, the corpse energy on the zombie's body is scarce, and if he keeps it to absorb the corpse energy, he won't get as much as he can by biting people and sucking blood.

"Ah——!" Yue Lingshan's scream came from the rooftop.

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Linghu Chong jumped up and left through the hole. As soon as he landed on the roof, he found that the Huashan brothers had not left.

In the distance lay the corpses of a group of Jin Yiwei. The Jin Yiwei who had fled first were all lying here, one after another.

On the other side of the roof, stood a burly black figure, holding a full moon on its back, filled with evil energy.

The black shadow was wearing a flying fish suit, with a gray complexion and a pair of fangs in his mouth.

This Jin Yiwei is different from the slow-walking monster below. His whole body is covered with long black hairs, which are as hard as steel wires. The armor made of black long hairs seems to be harder than steel plates.

Jin Yiwei, who was caught in the monster's hand, was bitten through the neck.

Blood splashed from three feet away and poured on the brothers of the Huashan School, like a heavy rainstorm under the tilting sky.

"Ah——!" Yue Lingshan screamed in horror. This was the first time that she had so intuitively seen a person being bitten through the throat and drinking blood. She could still hear the swallowing sound clearly.

"Junior brothers, come behind me!"

Linghu Chong looked cautiously.

Although this group of Jinyi guards are not very powerful, they can kill them all in an instant. The monsters are not weak in their abilities and cannot be dealt with by my junior brothers with the Three-Legged Cat Kung Fu.

The Huashan disciples did not hesitate and quickly retreated, hiding behind Linghu Chong and standing on the other side of the roof.

On the five-foot-long roof of the dyehouse, a black-haired monster stood at one end, and at the other end stood Linghu Chong and the junior brothers he protected.

Below the roof is a sea of ​​surrounded corpses, nearly two thousand in number, waving to the Huashan Sect disciples on the roof with their claws and teeth, as if preparing to pull them down and head to the endless hell together.

The timid person glanced down and his body shivered uncontrollably.

"Roar!"

The black-haired monster that had finished sucking the blood dropped the body. The body immediately attracted a fierce reaction from below, and the sea of ​​corpses surged, completely engulfing Jin Yiwei's body.

There is nothing better than breaking the corpse into thousands of pieces, crushing the bones and scattering ashes.

He Cheng was pushed by the sea of ​​corpses, walked out of the dyeing workshop, and looked at the two figures confronting each other on the roof.

"The Black Zombie King is about to be promoted to the Purple Zombie. He is at a disadvantage against Linghu Chong in terms of level..."

Although Linghu Chong's internal strength is insufficient, after practicing the Dugu Nine Swords, his level has been raised to a level that is comparable to that of masters in the Danjie stage, and is a big stage higher than Heizheng.

But if you don't look at the level, especially in low-level battles, if you don't have the ability to treat zombies, a real master of the realm of pill formation can only be beaten by the zombies' copper-headed iron bones.

After roaring, the Black Zombie King jumped towards Linghu Chong.

"Dugu Nine Swords!!"

Linghu rushed out of his sword, swiftly and fiercely, and saw the moonlight shining on the sword's blade from the horizon.

Flick, shake again.

I don't know how many swords were fired in succession, but all I could see was that the moonlight turned into soft clouds and enveloped the Black Zombie King.

Ding-ding-ding-ding! !

There was a crashing sound of Qingfeng cutting iron stakes, and the Black Zombie King landed on the roof again and took a step back. On the other hand, Linghu Chong stepped back ten feet before stopping.

Linghu Chong's skills were nothing more than scratching an itch for the invulnerable Heizheng.

"Roar!!"

Living things, flesh and blood, will only make zombies more crazy.

The Black Zombie King frantically rushed toward Linghu Chong.

The two sides fought back and forth for twenty rounds. Except for Two Thousand Lines of Zombies, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Linghu Chong's physical and internal energy was severely depleted, while the Black Zombie King was getting more and more furious without any sign of fatigue!

"Breaking Sword Style!" Linghu Chong gritted his teeth and summoned all his internal strength, his eyes rolled up and down, and the sword blade pointed toward his feet.

Hooray! ! !

Most of the tiles were broken.

Heizheng jumped up, stiffly smashed into the pit dug by Linghu Chong, and fell into the dyeing workshop.

"Run!"

Linghu Chong said hurriedly.

Everyone in the Huashan Sect did not dare to wait any longer, so they used Qing Kung Fu and left. Two or three of them were seriously injured and were grabbed by the hands stretched out from the sea of ​​corpses, screaming and being swallowed up.

"Senior Brother, take the junior brothers and run away quickly!" Lu Dayou roared as he was submerged in the sea of ​​corpses.

Seeing Linghu Chong leading his junior disciples away, Lu Dayou relaxed and smiled, closing his eyes and waiting for darkness to fall.

Countless corpses were attached to his body, and the fishy stench not only blocked Lu Dayou's sense of smell, but also occupied his brain for thinking.

He only heard a "roar" and the smell around him diminished.

Then a mouth bit on his neck.

He Cheng drank enough blood and looked at the Heizong King who rushed out of the dyeing workshop and roared to the sky with anger. He raised his arms and clamped Lu Dayou's body.

"It's still useful to keep you."