"So, that's it..."

After Zhu Peng's answer, the middle-aged man lying on the cold concrete floor sighed quietly. At the last moment, he seemed to have recovered all the originally twisted memories. The companions of the former adventure team were waving to him in the light. Then, the blonde middle-aged professional slowly closed his eyelids, and his corpse corroded and scattered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If it is in Zhu Peng's homeland, his situation may mean that he has already reborn. However, in the world of wizards, Zhu Peng does not know what the scene in front of him means, and he has no time to think about it.

...The boiling qi and blood of the master of the Earth's National Art has a strong killing effect on the undead, but this effect must at least be the master who has been transformed into the Baodan realm. After that, each essence will be further improved, and the prosperity of qi and blood will be greatly increased...

(28 minutes, if you can find the Abyss Person in the time limit, continue to do this task. If you can't find it, you will evacuate immediately and don't stay for a second.) Set up timed vibration on your phone, and then Zhu Peng held his hands and long swords to charge towards a relatively weak direction. The zombies and resentful spirits didn't know what to think of to surround them but didn't attack them, but after a slight adjustment, Zhu Peng could no longer let time be consumed like this.

This is their home court. The longer they drag it down, the more they are, the more amazing their density is. And as the rituals proceed and the number of deaths increases, their strength is also slowly increasing. The increase and decrease of one person will increase, and no one can stand it for a long time.

He specially selected a direction with relatively many small zombies and vengeful spirits to break through. After all, Zhu Peng has a soul auxiliary system to protect his spiritual will. Compared with other professions of the same level, he has a great defensive advantage in the face of spiritual impact.

The silver-white resentful spirit flames passed through the body without defense, taking away some of the heat and physical strength. The spiritual impact formed by the gathering of large zombies even twisted Zhu Peng's vision:

In the world in his eyes at this moment, what he saw on the left was a blue sky and white clouds, the bright sunshine shining on Jinling Primary School, the beautiful female teachers and the cute naughty children... and on the right was a gloomy night, with zombies with rotten cheeks exposed to their pyramids, and they pounced on themselves to bite my flesh and blood.

The illusion is so peaceful and beautiful, and the reality is so cruel and ugly.

Zhu Peng roared and calmed his will, swinging his sword and charging among the corpse groups. His physical strength was not infinite, his spiritual will was not steel, and he would be tired, weak and completely collapsed.

As the battle progressed, the gloomy night in front of him was gradually replaced by the peaceful campus under the sun. Zhu Peng was lying on the iron box on the rooftop, which was warmed by the sun. He lazily covered his cheeks with a book and took a nap while smelling the fragrance of books. In reality, Zhu Peng was half kneeling on the ground, and his eyes could no longer see the night and zombies, which meant that his physical strength was at its limit. Although countless broken zombies fell down around him, his brain had begun to accept the deception of illusions and convey a beautiful and comfortable illusion to his master.

As if he was blind, Zhu Peng frantically rotated and swung the long sword to temporarily scatter a wave of zombies. He half-kneeled on the ground and quickly took out the purple-condensing medicine reagent treasured in his waist bag behind him with his trembling left hand.

Never once Zhu Peng deeply realized the greatness and strength of the potionist. At a critical moment, a bottle of medicine is a life.

boom!!!!!!

A huge explosion sound came from the central teaching building. The accompanying shock shattered a large area of ​​glass. A sacred light will power spread like a fiery fire. Although it was extinguished rapidly in the tide, it seemed like a flame ignited in the deep sea.

But it also "flushed" the dirty school inside and outside for a short time. Zhu Peng knew it was fake, but all the pictures filled with his brain were shattered. The zombies around him were better. They were rushed by the breath of sacred light, and burning smoke was emitted from all over his body, but they could still hold on. Those resentful spirits without entities were miserable. When they were rushed by the diffuse sacred aura, most of them were extinguished like flames under the strong wind. The remaining half also hid in a panic and hid, obviously in a state of great damage to their vitality.

Looking at the monsters around him, looking at the potion in his hand, thinking about it, Zhu Peng stuffed the potion plug again, and then he rushed to the central teaching building several times, jumped suddenly and broke through the window and broke in.

Although they didn't know which professional was hidden, they obviously found Han Xueyi, a believer in the abyss, and gave the other party a ruthless blow in the battle.

...The qi and blood of the master of the national martial arts have the wonderful function of restraining evil spirits, but accordingly, their qi and blood are also the favorites of many powerful evil spirits. The blood of the high-level wizards does not contain much power. Even the blood of the blood wizard and the sorcerer is full of power but it is also dirty. Only the qi and blood of the national martial arts alchemist is full of strong and extremely pure (special note, this tm is not a good thing. For example: Every wizard alchemist is a communion that can hold a "blood feast" in the eyes of the blood clan.)…

The central teaching building is a remote room where the secret room is better than a secret room. The ground is full of corpses beaten into meat paste and broken weapons. More than ten not weak professionals died here, especially one of the old man wearing a simple white robe and holding a saber of light. The saber was discounted, and he himself was completely knocked into a wall, almost painted as a horror mural composed of vague flesh and blood.

The floor of the room filled with corpses, magic and dark red light was densely filled with silver-gray curves. Ordinary people were probably completely confused by just looking at the complex array diagram of the locks, and it was just a part of the best part of this evil magic ritual.

In the room, a woman with ragged bodies exposed with many thin bodies swayed in the room that looked like purgatory. She was not a zombie, at least not yet.

Zombies cannot use weapons, and she is carrying a big wooden hammer covered with blood on her right hand. She just killed more than ten professionals alone. The exaggerated big wooden hammer weighing nearly 100 pounds was held by such a thin and dirty woman in one hand, and a sense of evil and terror appeared in the corpses all over the ground.
Chapter completed!