"Go away, demons and ghosts! Go away, demons and ghosts! ~~"
Russell looked at Uncle Nine with a strange expression. What was he doing
Shaman dance
The descendants of Maoshan perform shaman dance
Uncle Jiu also stopped awkwardly, and put his hands behind his back with a guilty look on his face, "I'm just trying to liven up the atmosphere."
He cursed in his heart, this Vampire Count's stuff is just unreliable.
A few days ago, the vampire Count Gallus was easily beaten to death by Russell and turned into a pile of black ashes. Among the pile of black ashes there was actually a strange book.
The spells above were particularly strange, like those used by alchemists. Some of the spells were incomprehensible, so they must be Western stuff.
The general outline of the spell book was this sentence. Uncle Jiu was also interested and tried it a little, but there was no reaction at all...
Is it fake
He felt a little disappointed. He thought that anything that was not destroyed by Russell's slap must be a treasure. But it turned out to be just this? Just this
Russell was immediately relieved. He thought his master was possessed by an old man and was shocked.
He looked at the Tathagata Island floating in the air, his face suddenly became solemn, "Master, take Zhong Bang away from it later, don't get too close."
"What's going on?" Uncle Jiu suddenly got nervous. "Is that zombie very troublesome?"
"No, he should only be at the level of a Heavenly Master. I'm just afraid that if I fight with him, I might accidentally kill you."
Uncle Nine: …
When gods fight over love, mortals suffer.
This mortal has become me?
Uncle Jiu curled his lips. He didn't expect that he, the great elder of Maoshan and a master of his generation, would become a passerby who couldn't even withstand the aftermath.
Uncomfortable!
Russell was telling the truth. The one in front of him was indeed a zombie, but it was not a zombie. After ordinary people died, by chance, their corpses became spiritual and absorbed negative or evil spirits to transform. The longer the time, the more powerful it became.
But in fact, there is another type, which is the corpse of a practitioner. The higher the level of the practitioner, the less likely he is to die, but there are always some accidents.
For example, a war.
Five hundred years ago, there was a shocking war. It was that war that shattered the human world and severed the spiritual veins.
The person in front of him might have died at that time. Five hundred years is almost enough time for a corpse to become spiritual.
Russell looked quietly at the zombie in the sky. If he wanted to obtain the spiritual stone vein on Tathagata Island, it seemed that he had to subdue the zombie first.
I just don't know what level of cultivation this zombie had before he died. It should not have been higher than a god, otherwise his body wouldn't have decayed and he wouldn't have been able to communicate with spirits.
The most likely level is the Heavenly Master.
It would be troublesome if the soul and supernatural powers still remained in the corpse.
Although the spiritual energy is not very sufficient and the Heavenly Master cannot fully display his methods, this is a corpse that has been transformed into a zombie and its body is extremely terrifying.
Russell's mind moved, and his whole body suddenly floated in the sky. No matter what level of cultivation this zombie had in his life, he was dead after all, and the human world was his home ground. With the power of faith, his strength could be extremely strong, at least it would not be weakened by the weak spiritual energy.
"roar!"
A deafening roar was heard, and quietly, an unknown wave swept over, causing Russell's expression to change. Supernatural power
He swung his fist violently, and his powerful body created a sonic boom. With one punch, he instantly dispersed the invisible wave.
No, it’s not a magical power.
Russell turned his head suddenly and hit the zombie that flew behind him with his backhand. The two of them exchanged blows, punching and kicking, and the sounds of roars and explosions continued to be heard.
Why is this guy so tough
Russell frowned, and as his fists and feet crossed, he felt a constant sense of recoil, which was somewhat beyond his expectations.
Even if the opponent is a zombie, what does it matter? He has practiced the most powerful body-refining technique, the Nine Revolutions Profound Art, and his physical strength is far superior to that of ordinary practitioners. How can he not be defeated when fighting against someone at the same level
Could it be that the other party is also a body cultivator
While he was thinking, the two had already fought thousands of times. The roar was like thunder, which made the men, women and children in Huangjia Village hundreds of miles away pale in shock. They thought that the sky was angry.
"roar!"
The zombie had lost his patience. A powerful wave swept out from his body. A sharp red light lingered around him, like a pillar of light shooting into the sky, dyeing half the sky blood red.
Russell quickly stepped back with a much more serious look in his eyes. It seemed that this zombie was not a simple person when he was alive, and there were some magical powers left in his corpse.
The vast blood light continued to gather in the air, constantly shrinking and condensing, emitting dazzling light, and there was even a vague shadow of a tree.
The ancient tree was shaking constantly, and its leaves were particularly strange and extremely tall, as if they could support the world.
Russell knew this tree.
"The Bodhi tree."
With the Bodhi tree as its magical power and such a strong body, could this be the corpse of a Buddha
As Russell changed his mind, the ancient tree behind the zombie began to shake. This was a magical power engraved in his bones and it was extremely fast to use.
The zombie opened its mouth towards him. The Bodhi tree behind him kept shaking without making any sound, but the air in front of him kept shaking.
"Bodhi has no sound?"
Russell's heart skipped a beat. It turned out to be the top secret skill inherited from the Western Buddhist sect. He spread his wings behind him and flew away quickly. The vast sound waves advanced layer by layer and landed directly on the Tathagata Island behind him.
The huge Tathagata Island cracked layer by layer like glass and collapsed silently.
Russell narrowed his eyes and saw that the zombie roared at him again. He quickly pointed his finger.
"Great Wilderness Prisoner Heaven Finger!"
A thousand-foot-long giant finger dropped from the sky, and with unparalleled momentum, it crushed the zombie into powder.
But something surprising happened to Russell, he saw an identical giant finger of a thousand feet long flying from a distance, and the two giant fingers collided in mid-air with a bang, and the realm turned into nothingness and disappeared in mid-air.
Someone stole my tricks
No no no.
Russell looked at the Bodhi tree behind the zombie that had changed color, and he immediately understood that this was the second level of this magical power.
Bodhi has no form!
Could it be that there is a Bodhi tree behind it?
Russell wanted to give it a try. After all, this was one of the few experiences he had fighting against a Heavenly Master. Perhaps it was his first battle as a Heavenly Master, so he decided to give it a try.
But soon, he found that something was wrong.
The zombie spread out his arms, and the Bodhi tree behind him kept shaking. Bits of blood kept condensing and actually turned into the appearance of a human.
The man became clearer and clearer. He was an exceptionally handsome young man, exactly like Russell, except that his hair was red.
"I hit myself?"
"It's interesting."