Fang Xiaoyu sneered and said, "If you really harm one side, I will ask those warlords to take action at that time. I don't believe that this monster can withstand the bombardment of cannons."

Uncle Jiu couldn't help but be stunned and smiled bitterly: "The power of the cannon is indeed amazing, but this is not the slow-moving white zombie or the black zombie, but the flying corpse that is as quick as flying. If it is not hit, even more cannons will be of no use."

Fang Xiaoyu thought about it and the same reason. Not to mention the extremely agile flying corpse, he could escape waves of shelling unless he was shrouded by many cannons.

Looking at the shaking sarcophagus, the ink line that was struck by Uncle Jiu had become a little dim now. It can be seen that the zombies suppressed were fierce. In this case, I am afraid that the zombies in the sarcophagus would break out of the coffin before Qiu Sheng and the others came back.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Xiaoyu stood on the sarcophagus and suppressed her vigorously. At the same time, she said to Uncle Jiu: "Master, please draw a few more talismans to suppress it. You must persist until Qiu Sheng and others will take the dry firewood."

Fang Xiaoyu strongly suppressed it. For a moment, although the zombies in the sarcophagus kept hitting the sarcophagus, they were unable to rush out.

At the same time, Uncle Jiu quickly drew several talismans, then pasted them on the sarcophagus, and combined the two of them to temporarily suppress the zombie's ferociousness.

The zombies in the sarcophagus seemed to have survived, but both Fang Xiaoyu and Uncle Jiu knew in their hearts that it was just that the other party was brewing their strength, and they were afraid that the next wave of impact would not be so easy to suppress.

"Master, Master, we are back!"

At this moment, the voices of Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai came over, and then a bunch of dry firewood moved over, and there was almost no sign of Qiu Sheng and the others.

The two of them carried huge piles of dry firewood on their backs, almost covering their figures, especially the team of military souls behind them were also carrying piles of dry firewood.

Soon the entire cave was filled with dry firewood, and even a lot of it was left, filling up most of the tomb chambers.

Fang Xiaoyu searched through the space inside his body and finally found an oil barrel. The oil barrel was not big, only ten liters of gasoline. It was just prepared by Fang Xiaoyu, and now it has been used.

After handing over ten liters of gasoline, a pungent smell spread. At this moment, Qiu Sheng handed over the fire and Fang Xiaoyu threw it over.

With a bang, the flame suddenly jumped more than ten feet high, but was pressed back by the stone wall on the top. Because of the gasoline, the flames burned and the entire sarcophagus was swallowed by the flames.

Through the flames, you can vaguely see the sarcophagus vibrate violently. Several talismans have already turned into ashes and are completely suppressed by the ink line on the sarcophagus. However, the sarcophagus is also burned in the fire and is extremely hot.

A series of howlings came from the cave, and Fang Xiaoyu's eyes flashed with coldness, and he kept throwing matches into the cave, maintaining a raging fire.

With almost a cup of tea, the temperature in the entire cave was at least Baidu. The hot breath made Fang Xiaoyu and the others unable to get close to it, so they could only retreat to the distance and wait and see.

The howling sounds in the cave still did not disappear, which shows that the zombie has not been burned to death. Such powerful vitality made Fang Xiaoyu amazed.

Qiu Sheng said astonished: "No, it's impossible to burn it to death like this. Could it be that this is the zombie king?"

Uncle Jiu glared at Qiu Sheng and said, "Don't talk nonsense. If he was really the zombie king, he would have rushed out and slaughtered us all long ago."

As he spoke, there was only a roar of fire, and a black figure actually broke open the sarcophagus and jumped out of the flames.

The black shadow was extremely speedy. While screaming, it rushed past the exit and rushed to the front of Fang Xiaoyu and the others.

Seeing this, Fang Xiaoyu roared and shot out the eighteen dragon-subduing palms. He immediately roared. The extremely powerful palm power hit the black shadow, and he actually hit him backwards into the cave filled with flames with one palm.

"Aowu"

The black shadow fell into the fire let out another scream, jumped up from the ground and rushed out of the gap again. However, Fang Xiaoyu was guarding the gap at this moment, and seeing this, he had another palm, Long Youhui, and he shot it with all his strength.

With a bang, the black shadow was obviously prepared this time, and his extremely sharp claws were hitting Fang Xiaoyu's palm.

A trace of pain came, and Fang Xiaoyu felt that the other party's sharp claws were passing through his palms like a sharp weapon. Fortunately, he had reached the sixth level of the Vajra Indestructible Magical Art, otherwise, if it were ordinary people, their palms would have been unsuccessful.

The black shadow was shaken away again and still fell into the fire.

The black shadow was shook back twice, giving people the feeling that Fang Xiaoyu was playing the ball. Qiu Sheng and Wencai on the side were stunned and shouted excitedly.

However, Uncle Jiu walked to Fang Xiaoyu with a serious expression, holding the thousand-year-old peach wood sword in his hand, concentrating his mind.

When the black shadow came out again, it suddenly stopped ten feet in front of Fang Xiaoyu. Its hair was extremely ferocious, especially the smell of fishy smell on its body. The clothes on its body had almost been burned to ashes, and the whole body was pitch black, making it difficult to see its appearance.

"Who are you waiting for, you dare to disturb my sleep. I want to suck you dry, suck you dry..."

The zombie actually spoke, which really scared Fang Xiaoyu and the others. Uncle Jiu frowned and said, "This zombie is indeed not simple in the background. She can actually maintain a certain memory of her life. She must be an important figure in the Qing royal family."

Fang Xiaoyu shouted: "Sure, come and report it."

The zombie shouted, "Who is this king, who is this king..."

At the same time, Fang Xiaoyu held a magic sword and stabbed towards the zombie. Thunder and lightning flashed, and a sword hit the zombie's shoulder.

"Aowu, I am the Regent. If you dare to hurt me, you should kill me..."

It seemed that he had remembered his identity. The zombie roared, and regardless of the stabbing of a sword on his shoulder, he poked out his hands and grabbed Fang Xiaoyu.

Fang Xiaoyu quickly pulled the sword and retreated, but the zombie followed closely. Uncle Jiu shouted softly, and the peach wood sword in his hand flew out, hitting the zombie's chest. With a thunderous sound, the peach wood sword penetrated into the zombie's body, and a fishy smell filled the air.

"Aowu"

The zombie screamed repeatedly, and his big hand suddenly pulled out the peach wood sword on his chest, and fiercely broke the peach wood sword covered with black blood, staring at Uncle Jiu with fierce light in his eyes.

Fang Xiaoyu recovered from his senses, stared at the zombie, and said, "Master, if this guy is not wrong, he is Dorgon, the regent of the Qing Dynasty."

Looking at the history of the Qing Dynasty, Dorgon is the only one who can be called the regent. If the other party’s predecessor was Dorgon, then it can explain why he was so fierce. He was an old zombie who had been around for more than 300 years, especially in this place, which was strange that he was not strong.

A big fire forced out too much evil spirit in Dorgon's body, otherwise Fang Xiaoyu would never have shaken Dorgon away one after another. It can be said that Dorgon is not at the peak at present, so he was injured repeatedly.

Uncle Jiu’s peach wood sword was destroyed. Fang Xiaoyu saw this and said, “Master, take the sword.”

Compared to using swords, Fang Xiaoyu is better at palm techniques. Now he lends the sword to his uncle Jiu, and Fang Xiaoyu pounces on Dorgon.

The palm wind was extremely fierce, and the Vajra Indestructible magical power protected the body. Fang Xiaoyu actually fought hard with Dorgon.

When each palm hit Dorgon's body, Fang Xiaoyu felt like he was hitting a dead tree, making a bang sound.

The explosive palm power was filled with even the rocks, Fang Xiaoyu was sure to smash it, but the palm power hit Dorgon as if it was a rock sinking into the sea.

However, Fang Xiaoyu's palm power is extremely strong and yang, which is naturally extremely effective for evil zombies like Dorgon. Therefore, Fang Xiaoyu's inner breath penetrates into Dorgon's body, which always makes Dorgon scream constantly.

Although the pain almost disappeared, the severe pain like tearing under the impact of the internal breath still made Dorgon feel a hint of pain and screamed in pain.

"Sky Lightning Strike"

Holding a magic sword, Uncle Jiu was taking mysterious steps under his feet, muttering something, suddenly pointed at Dorgon from a distance, and with a click, a thunder as thick as an arm struck Dorgon's body.

The lightning immediately swallowed Dorgon, and wisps of black smoke spread out from Dorgon. Looking at Dorgon who was lying on the ground and rolling, Fang Xiaoyu's palms continued to hit Dorgon one after another, hitting one after another.

When the lightning dissipated, Dorgon lay on the ground almost like coke and twitched from time to time.

Looking at Dorgon's appearance, Fang Xiaoyu looked at each other with Uncle Jiu, and saw Uncle Jiu strike again. Fang Xiaoyu protected Dorgon on the ground with a look of alert.

The thunder fell down again, and Dorgon, who had originally fallen to the ground, suddenly jumped up. The speed was beyond imagination. Unfortunately, the thunder had locked it and was flooded by the thunder again before it even rushed to Fang Xiaoyu.

Protecting the Ninth Uncle, he retreated and opened the distance with Dorgon. Fang Xiaoyu said with lingering fear: "What a Dorgon. I didn't expect that he would be so cunning with his intelligence. If we really thought he was powerless to move and was deceived by him just now, we would probably have been severely injured by him."

No wonder Fang Xiaoyu sighed so much. After all, no one expected that a zombie would even make a fraud.

After the lightning disappeared this time, Fang Xiaoyu took the magic sword from Uncle Jiu, and also hit it with a thunder strike. Dorgon fell into the lightning again. However, Dorgon finally lost his strength. After a series of heavy damage, how could he withstand the bombardment of three thunder powers?

[Gaga, I don't ask for anything in this chapter] (To be continued.)
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