"Although the bronze armored zombie king in the ancient zombie path is powerful, it is normal to be easily defeated in the face of the spiritual zombie king in the white zombie realm. This article is first published by...

"I'm afraid even if I have the power of my soul out of my body, I may not be able to defeat Yuelong with all my strength. I will probably lose in her hands."

"The White Zombie King is very strong, let alone Yuelong himself is still a spiritual Zombie?"

At this time, after Junior Brother Xu said that, Mao Xiaofang's expression moved and couldn't help but sigh.

Before, looking at Lin Yuelong's appearance as a small jade-like weak girl, it was so deceptive that she completely covered up her terrifying strength.

"Her aura is very restrained, and there is no trace of the evil aura of the peerless zombie king."

"At the time before, I saw that she had become a new zombie. Even if she had corpse pills absorbed, she would probably be at most the realm of the Purple Zombie King. I really didn't expect it!"

"A Xiao has Yuelong's help, it is really a blessing for A Xiao, and it is also a blessing for my Fuxi Hall!"

At this point, I couldn't help it, and Mao Xiaofang was in a good mood.

At this moment, listening to Mao Xiaofang's words, Junior Brother Xu's face turned blue, ashamed and angry, his head tilted and he fainted.

"Master, Master!!"

Seeing his master fainting with anger, Uncle Xu's disciple Zhan Yuan's face was full of anxiety for a moment.

With his hands and feet in a mess, he almost didn't seem to know what to do.

Fortunately, Master Xu's Taoist practice has reached the level of great perfection of the soul and has a deep cultivation. Although he fainted from the qi, he woke up quickly.

After waking up, Uncle Xu's expression improved a little. Afterwards, he finally felt less of an atmosphere and shame.

"Zhanyuan, I'm fine. You can let me sit down and rest. Go and move the flesh shell of the bronze armor zombie king back and take it back into the spirit coffin."

After waking up, although Mr. Xu's expression was full of loneliness, he finally recovered a little bit of awakening. He gave a few instructions to his apprentice Zhan Yuan.

Although the Copper Armor Corpse King had never beaten Lin Yuelong, he was also destroyed into a disabled meat shell that could not be recovered at any time.

But it was at least the result of its own half of its life's hard work. If it was just thrown here, Uncle Xu would be really reluctant to let it go.

"Yes, Master!"

Seeing his master recovering, for a moment, the young man named Zhan Yuan finally looked much better. At the same time, facing the master's instructions, he naturally agreed.

After Uncle Xu's apprentice Zhan Yuan took back the bronze armor zombie king, Lin Yuelong immediately walked back.

"Haha, Yuelong, it's a good job."

Looking at Lin Yuelong, chatting and smiling, and complimenting.

"That's right, let's take action. It's definitely not inferior."

When Lin Yuelong heard the praise of chatting and laughing, her face showed joy. Her words were full of arrogance.

"Give it, wipe it."

While talking, she chatted and laughed, took out a towel from her storage ring, and handed it to Lin Yuelong, and she then took it over.

After wiping the rotten blood on his body, Lin Yuelong then chose to go into the storage belt where he chatted and laughed.

At this time, when he looked at both sides, Uncle Zhu spoke.

"If there is no objection to this battle between corpses, Yixiao will win! Next, the last battle is to make a fortune teller, please decide the people who will fight as soon as possible!"

"Is the last battle?"

After hearing Uncle Zhu's words, Cheng Gang's face suddenly became a little ugly.

At this time, there was no doubt that he obviously thought of the joints here.

Judging from the current situation, both sides have one win and one lose, and the situation seems to be even.

But if you think about it carefully, anyone can think of it. Obviously, the form here in Cheng Gang is not good now.

The reason here is very simple. Mao Xiaofang has not taken action yet, and Cheng Gang has naturally only Junior Brother He who appeared in the last divination game.

Compared with the Taoist practices of Junior Brother He and Mao Xiaofang, even if the next game is a battle to tell fortunes, I am afraid that Mao Xiaofang's winning rate is obviously above Junior Brother He.

For a moment, thinking of this, how could Cheng Gang's face improve!

"It's really hateful! I didn't expect that Mao Xiaofang's disciple would have such a powerful spiritual zombie king!!"

"It's really better than God's plan! Didn't even God help me?!"

As he said this in his heart, Cheng Gang's expression was full of reluctance!

With the corpse control, Junior Brother Xu even refined the bronze armored corpse king of the ancient zombie path. Logically speaking, he would not lose at all.

But what people unexpectedly expected was that Mao Xiaofang, a disciple who came out of nowhere, actually brought back a spiritual zombie at the level of the White Zombie King!

It's really surprising!

What level of zombie is Bai Zombie?

A generation of zombie king!

On weekdays, if there is a white zombie in its birth, it will definitely be a disaster that will cause trouble! I don’t know how many people will die!

Thinking of this, Cheng Gang's heart was filled with depression and sigh for a moment.

But after sighing, Cheng Gang was thinking about solutions.

After thinking for a while, soon, as if he was thinking about something, Cheng Gang suddenly looked up and looked at Uncle Zhu.

The situation was not good. At this moment, Cheng Gang could think of a way to defeat Mao Xiaofang, which was to rely on Uncle Zhu, who was a witness.

Unfortunately, this time, when his eyes looked over, Master Zhu ignored him and responded to him as if he hadn't seen it.

At this point, Cheng Gang's face couldn't help but dim and became a little ugly.

"A divination method, this time, I will fight."

Just as Cheng Gang's face changed, Mao Xiaofang spoke in a deep voice while talking and laughing.

After Mao Xiaofang finished speaking, on the side of Cheng Gang, Cheng Gang and Junior Brother He looked at each other, but Junior Brother He slowly spoke.

"I'll take the challenge by divination. My junior brother has shallow skills. I hope my second senior brother will show mercy."

Facing Junior Brother He's words, Mao Xiaofang shook his head gently.

"You and I will win or lose between four and six. If I hold back, I'm afraid I won't be able to win you."

"This gambling battle is related to the Fuxi Hall passed down by the master. The master's will, and I will defend the Fuxi Hall even if I fight to the death. This time I can't help but be happy with my personal relationship!"

When Mao Xiaofang said this, Uncle He was stunned for a moment, and didn't know what to say for a moment, so he had to smile awkwardly.

Cheng Gang, beside Uncle He, turned dark and snorted coldly from his nose!

At this time, unintentionally, the chat and laughter were surprised, and Master Zhu's face actually sneered!! (To be continued...)
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