Ultimate Zombies

ultimate zombie

Chapter 91 Twenty-Nine Heavenly Tribulation (2)

Without thinking, Wuming quickly completed the last hand seal. The magic weapon in his hand, a bone cross cone, immediately started spinning around him. He didn't stop at all. He picked up the medicine bottle and swallowed it, and then made a hand seal, The coffin flew up and landed on top of his head.

This coffin is different from ordinary magic weapons. It is unique to strange players like Wuming, so the handprint is extremely simple, and it does not conflict with other magic weapons. It can be used at the same time, but it is not an advantage, because other types of players also have their own characteristics. The advantages.

At this time, the clouds covering the sky above Wuming's head had completely recovered and seemed to be exactly the same as before.

After finishing all this under the clouds that covered the sky, Wuming didn't pause at all. He picked up another magic weapon and quickly made his hand seals. Affected by the heavenly tribulation, his speed almost slowed down. This was only for himself. Generally speaking, ordinary players simply cannot achieve this speed.

This time it was strange. After the first tribulation fell, the second one refused to come down. The fingerprint of the magic weapon Wuming still did not fall when he stopped at the last step, and he naturally stopped because The bone cross cone is spinning around him. Once used, the two magic weapons are likely to conflict. This is the trouble without the magic weapon column.

After finishing all this quickly, Wuming held the last handprint with one hand, and then Wuming raised his head. When he saw it, it was raining lightly above his head. It seemed that there was rain in this area above his head, but it was all covered by the gloomy prison. The ghost wood coffin blocked it, and every drop of rain that fell took away -1hp. The dense red -1hp had already taken away more than 3,000 HP of the coffin, and it seemed that the sky tribulation thunder had almost gathered in the sky, but Wuming frowned as he refused to let go.

Time passed, and soon the coffin had used up 10,000 blood, but there was no second thunderstorm. This time, Wuming felt that something was even more wrong. He had some guesses, and quickly made a handprint with his empty hand. The coffin fell immediately.

As soon as the coffin got out of the way, a thunderous sound that shocked the bottom of my heart rang out, a white light flashed, and the thunder calamity fell directly.

Wuming quickly reached out and stretched out the bone cross cone to surround the protective area, and the thunder directly hit the tip of his hand.

The second one, -1400hp*2 came out. The black clouds above the head were still scattered, but the surrounding black clouds were floating over quickly.

The third one fell quickly immediately. Fortunately, the magic weapon had automatically expanded the protection range a little, completely protecting Wuming and blocking this catastrophe. He had not yet reacted, and the fourth one followed.

-3200hp*2. Before the gap opened by the cloud covering the sky could be fully recovered, the magic weapon shattered and splattered away. The remaining power hit Wuming. Just like that, A second-level magic weapon was destroyed. At this time, Wuming had no time to see the power of the tribulation, how many attacks the magic weapon had blocked, etc., because his own blood volume had bottomed out and was already less than 500. He quickly After finishing the last hand seal, the black disc in the palm of his hand flew up with black gas, protecting his body.

It may be that the coffin blocked the thunder and caused the three tribulations to almost gather together. At this time, the fifth tribulation was condensing in the air. When he raised his head, he could see the general situation. Wuming breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly took the second-level blood bottle left last time and swallowed it, and immediately started making hand seals again.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it is getting denser. Although each drop only reduces -1 hp, it is densely packed. At this time, it has eliminated nearly 200 hp per second. Don't think it is less. One minute is more than 10,000 hp. In this situation It was getting worse and worse. Wuming looked up at the raindrops, as if he had guessed something.

After a few seconds, the fifth thunder finally fell. Wuming had been staring at the sky closely for a long time. He immediately made a hand seal and the coffin flew up quickly, landing on top of his head almost at the same time as the fifth thunder.

Including the doubled damage from Xiangke, a total of 7,000 HP was wasted, half of which was borne by the coffin. After the thunder tribulation, Wuming immediately moved the coffin to the side. At this time, the black energy emitted by the second-level magic weapon Ghost Wood Air Disk had already It has dimmed a lot. This is a second-level magic weapon, not counting the beast soul beads and the like. After looting all the forces, Wuming only has one third-level defensive magic weapon, five second-level defensive magic weapons, and now it is only the fifth level. One thing has already been destroyed and another injured, and this is all while relying on the coffin.

There is no way. Tianlei is inherently restrained against evil players, especially zombies, which are intolerable creatures. If the damage suffered by the right player is only half of the current damage, it will naturally be easy to withstand it.

"This is simply not a life to live for!" Although Wuming was complaining in his heart, his hands did not stop at all. There was no time or care to make the hand seals to recover the damaged magic weapon. Wuming could only take the medicine and take out a A new magic weapon for making mudra.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, densely packed with -1hp. It is obvious that the magic weapon ghost wood support air plate cannot support it for much longer. The coffin is not dared to be used, otherwise it will affect the whereabouts of the heavenly tribulation. At this time, Wuming does not dare to think about the four or nine heavenly tribulations. The wind, rain, thunder and lightning are gathering. What will happen? After all, it is so difficult to resist the twenty-nine catastrophes by gathering almost the entire cemetery's magic weapons.

But this is normal. Except for Wuming, that player would have done such a big evil and killed so many lives when he was at level three.

The sixth catastrophe is brewing rapidly, and this time it will take a little longer. Wuming can feel the terrifying power contained in the black clouds in the sky. This fear goes deep into his heart, as if it is the instinct of a zombie. It’s not that Wuming, a professional player, is determined, otherwise his hands and feet would tremble even if he didn’t lie down, affecting his movements and actions.

Although it took a long time, it was probably about ten seconds. The magic weapon Ghost Wood Air Disk was barely holding up under the dense raindrops. The black mist was getting lighter and lighter, and the blood-red HP that emerged was like a red cloud. It was basically judged I don’t know how much it costs per second, but it’s definitely an exaggeration.

In an instant, the sixth tribulation fell rapidly, almost twice as fast as the last time. Wuming stared at it with all his heart. When he saw it falling, he made the last handprint with one hand and the handprint to control the coffin with the other hand.

The coffin had no time to fly over at this time. Only halfway through, the sixth heavenly tribulation had already fallen. And unfortunately, before falling, the magic weapon ghost wood support plate was washed into a piece of waste wood by the rain tribulation and fell down. Turned into powder.