Boom! Boom! Boom!
Just when Deng Kun was furious and thinking about how to take revenge, suddenly, from far to near, regular voices sounded.
He was so familiar with this sound—a mechanical puppet!
A frightened look flashed across Deng Kun's eyes, followed by anger. Just now he sensed clearly that those mechanical puppets were only the strength of the foundation-building stage. If he hadn't been tied up by that strange rope, he could have destroyed those puppets with one hand.
Now that the other party dared to come over, Deng Kun naturally planned to take revenge now.
However, just as he propped up his upper body and looked at the target, he stopped for a moment.
I saw two figures, one tall and one short, walking towards him very quickly, seemingly very slowly.
That tall figure was one foot tall, covered in black iron armor, and holding two sharp axes... What was even more frightening was the aura emanating from it.
The breath of Nascent Soul cultivator! This is definitely the breath of Nascent Soul cultivator!
Dengkun has been following the ancestor since he opened up his spiritual wisdom. Although his character is a bit arrogant, he still has basic knowledge.
This mechanical puppet definitely has the aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Deng Kun's breathing was tight.
With his current situation, facing this Nascent Soul-level guy, he simply doesn't even have the slightest ability to resist.
Then, Deng Kun saw the shorter figure walking in front. It is said to be short, but in fact it is more than eight feet tall. Among ordinary zombies, it is definitely a burly type.
She was dressed in black and fine scales, and had a ferocious face with green fangs... Although it was a bit strange to have fiery red hair, Deng Kun was sure that the other party was absolutely black and stiff.
Zhang Yang!
This is Zombie Zhang Yang!
Deng Kun naturally had some information before coming here, and immediately recognized the zombie in front of him.
"Zhang Yang! How dare you treat this deity like this, Patriarch Tansang will not spare you!" Seeing Zhang Yang, Deng Kun's anger seemed to have found an outlet.
Zhang Yang's eyes froze, his figure flashed, and he had already arrived in front of Deng Kun. The unicorn arm opened, and fiery red scales emerged, and it grabbed Deng Kun's neck.
The latter was taken aback when he saw this, and immediately swung his paws to block.
Zhang Yang snorted coldly in his heart, the attack did not change direction, his physical strength suddenly exploded, and the two pairs of sharp claws collided...
Click!
ah-
There was a crisp sound, accompanied by Deng Kun's shrill cry. This is not only because of pain, but also because of despair.
The fighting power of the zombies is all in a strong body, and the claws are broken. For a zombie, it is absolutely disastrous.
Click!
Zhang Yang didn't have the slightest sympathy. The unicorn arm took advantage of the situation and pushed forward, grabbed Deng Kun's neck firmly, and lifted him up.
Deng Kun could clearly feel the strong killing intent from the other party. He knew that if he dissatisfied the other party at this time, he would end up falling.
What shocked him even more was Zhang Yang's powerful fighting power. Deng Kun was very clear about the strength of his claws. Because of the care of Patriarch Tansang, he usually consumes various medicinal materials to refine it, which is more than one point stronger than zombies of the same level.
However, in front of Zhang Yang, he didn't block even one round.
This is not a bit of falsehood, but a collision of real strength.
Thinking of this, the last trace of arrogance in Deng Kun's heart was also knocked down. In addition to fear, there was awe in his heart—the awe of the strong.
"I said before, what old ancestor Tansang, I don't even know him at all! Don't challenge the bottom line of this venerable over and over again, otherwise, this venerable doesn't mind killing you!"
Zhang Yang's tone was cold, which made people feel chills from the bottom of their hearts.
Dengkun's momentum had already weakened, so naturally he didn't dare to speak harshly at this time, he took a long breath, and tried to squeeze out a hoarse voice from his throat: "Fellow Daoist, I'm merciful, I don't have any malicious intentions here, but represent Patriarch Tansang Let’s invite fellow Taoists to have a talk.”
"Oh? This deity doesn't know Patriarch Tansang, why did he invite this deity?" Hearing this, Zhang Yang had vaguely guessed the other party's intentions, but he still asked.
"Because fellow daoists have now advanced to the level of black zombies!" Sure enough, what Deng Kun said was exactly the same as Zhang Yang's guess, "friends daoists should know the characteristics of my zombie family. All over the world, relying on their own strength to grow. Before advancing to the black zombie, the general zombies will not have wisdom, so the zombies before the black zombie are not recognized as our clansmen. Fellow Daoists in Yuliang City After the news of the attack spread back to the clan, Patriarch Tansang began to pay attention to fellow daoist. It took some time before he arrived at the cave of fellow daoist, and sent someone to invite him, hoping that fellow daoist can return to our corpse clan."
Zhang Yang nodded, loosened his hand, and put Deng Kun down.
The latter breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to behave rudely to Zhang Yang anymore.
"I don't know something about this deity. I also knew a few zombies before, such as the White Witch Corpse King of the Corpse Refining Gate. Do they all belong to the zombie family?"
Zombies are extremely mysterious to Zhang Yang. Even in the classics of the human race, there are not many records. Now, taking advantage of Dengkun being overwhelmed by himself, it is natural to collect more information.
Deng Kun replied:
"Master White Witch Corpse King indeed belongs to my zombie family. However, some people in the Corpse Refining Sect are low-level zombies who practice human monks and practice nine-rank skills. Because human races often use this form to sneak into our clan and serve as zombies. Internal traitor, therefore, such a zombie is not recognized by my zombie clan."
Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. The behavior of seizing low-level zombies is not recognized? Then what I have traveled through is equivalent to a disguised form of seizing a house, right? This is very important and must be asked clearly.
Thinking in his heart, but his face remained motionless.
"Oh? There doesn't seem to be any difference between the human cultivator and the zombie cultivating by himself, after advancing to the black zombie stage?"
"My generation can't tell the difference, of course. However, the ancestors have a way. As long as they distinguish, there will be no fallacies." Dengkun didn't doubt Zhang Yang. After all, the number of people who practiced the Nine-Turn Technique to win over zombies was too small.
"En!" Zhang Yang nodded. I have made up my mind that I must not go to that Tansang ancestor with Dengkun, otherwise, my identity will be exposed, and those zombies will not treat me as the same kind, who knows what will happen!
Just when he was about to say something, his heart palpitated suddenly, and he looked up into the distance.
For a moment, I saw a stream of light coming from far and near quickly.
"Not good! It's the monster clan! It's the high-level monster clan!" Deng Kun followed Zhang Yang's gaze, and his face immediately changed.
Now that the beast tide is breaking out, he naturally knows what it means to meet a monster in shape here.
jittery—
With a long cry, the huge monster bird circled in the sky, casting its shadow like a dark cloud.
Suddenly, the dark cloud closed and turned into a manly man. Together with the two people on his back, a total of three blunt straight lines fell downward.
Da da da!
With the sound of footsteps landing, the three of them had already landed not far from Zhang Yang, looking at Zhang Yang and the others with great interest.
"Two black heads, a psychic puppet! The strength is not weak!"
"It's them! The dead breath of this head is exactly the same as the last breath left by the fallen beasts. It turns out that there are psychic puppets with human souls, no wonder they can kill so many of our tribe."
These three people were naturally Mu Yu and his party who had just rushed over.
Hearing this, Zhang Yang naturally understood the purpose of the three. In order to destroy the beast horde, I killed thousands of monsters. This is an irresolvable hatred. I have no other choice but to kill them.
At the moment, Zhang Yang didn't bother to talk nonsense, stretched out his hand to pull Dengkun, squeezed a magic weapon in his hand, and with a thought, the mountain protection formation immediately opened.
The surrounding scenery changed for a while, and the gray mist rose rapidly.
Zhang Yang retreated while taking advantage of the explosive shape of the aircraft.
"Not good! It's a formation! What's going on? How can you know how to use a formation with a black head?" A terrified voice came immediately.
Mu Yu reacted the fastest. When he realized something was wrong, he immediately shot, kicked his feet on the ground, and his whole body turned into a shadow, and rushed towards Zhang Yang.
She knew that as long as she entangled this black zombie, or killed it directly, the formation would naturally break down by itself. And once he was allowed to escape, he waited for the three of them to fall into the formation. Although he was not very afraid, once he was trapped, it would be difficult for the enemy to take the opportunity to escape.
Mu Yu's mind flashed and she reacted quickly. However, just as she rushed over, she felt a gust of wind, a flash of light, and two huge axes slashed towards her with light blades.
Mu Yu was startled, and a yellow soft whip-like existence was pulled out from her waist in an instant.
Boom!
With a muffled sound, the two axes were struck sideways, and the direction was slightly deflected. Mu Yu, on the other hand, took advantage of the shape of the plane and avoided it. With a sound of "Da!", his feet landed on the ground lightly, and he continued to attack, but saw the figure in front of him disillusioned and disappeared.
"hateful!"
Mu Yu cursed bitterly.
I saw her pretty face blushing because of anger, her feet were slightly spread apart and she was standing on the ground, her knees were slightly bent, ready to bounce at any time.
And on her buttocks, a tail with black stripes on a yellow background swayed back and forth, it was the "whip" just now.
"Clang! Tow Thunder!"
Mu Yu seemed to realize something, and opened his mouth to shout.
The sound entered the thick fog and quickly dissipated. However, there was no reaction around.
Mu Yu's heart shuddered. The distance she jumped just a hundred feet away, if Keng Ming and Tuo Lei were in the same place, how could they not answer themselves
This dense fog is very abominable, it actually has a strong barrier to spiritual consciousness and strength. With her powerful spiritual sense in the transformation stage, she can only see through a distance of about ten feet.
However, this range is empty and there is nothing.