The dark coffin was gradually lifted up.

The dead bodies in the coffin crawled out one by one.

Their eyes are empty and their skin is rotten and festered, and dozens of people are standing on the mines gloomy.

Refining the corpse!

Mo Hua's eyes turned cold, and he looked at Zhang Quan and said coldly:

"Are you insane?"

Refining corpses is a truly true method of magic. It is not tolerated by the cultivation world and is contrary to the law of Tao.

The monk who refined the corpse will be killed by the Dao Court.

The sects or families that refine corpses will also be searched and destroyed by the Daoting.

When I think of these walking zombies, most of them are mine repairs in mines.

They were poor all their lives, and after they died in vain, their bodies would be refined into zombies to do evil things.

Ink paintings were in my heart and wrote another note to Zhang Quan.

After this, he will definitely think of a way to prevent Zhang Quan from dying.

Zhang Quan sneered, "So what? I am alone. As long as I can attain enlightenment, what's the point of being deviled?"

Mo Hua disdained, "I am all deviled and want to be your great dream in spring and autumn."

"What can you know as a little brat?"

"You were driven away by a little brat, like a mouse, you can understand?"

Zhang Quan gulped blood into his throat, and he endured it before he couldn't spit it out.

He said angrily: "Okay, you are sharp-tongued, I can't tell you. I'll kill you, tear your mouth, and feed you these zombies. Let's see if you can still be so tough?"

Mo Hua snorted:

"Forget it, you have become a dead corpse yourself and can't catch me. You still expect these stupid zombies?"

After saying that, Mo Hua asked Bai Zixi quietly, "Senior Sister, what is a zombie?"

Bai Zixi said: "It's a low-level zombie."

"oh oh."

Mo Hua's heart was calm, nodded repeatedly, then raised her head and changed into a look of being arrogant:

"It's just a low-level zombie. If you build a foundation, you only have this method. You'd better go back to your mother's womb to drink amniotic fluid earlier. Don't come out and show your eyes..."

Mo Hua cursed loudly.

Mo Hua is a demon hunter. He studied under Elder Yu. Even if he doesn't know how to say something he scolds, he can follow what Elder Yu said.

It’s just that the younger brother and the younger sister are there, and he doesn’t have the nerve to scold those even more ugly words.

Afraid of affecting one's image.

So I found some pretty "friendly" rhetoric and tried Zhang Quanxiao.

Zhang Quan couldn't stand it anymore.

No matter how much a kid scolds him, he will not pay attention to it.

Because he can kill it with his backhand.

But he can't kill the ink painting.

No matter how Mo Hua scolded him, he could only endure it, but he couldn't do anything to him.

Moreover, all his methods were guarded against, and now there are only these zombies left.

Zhang Quan stared at the ink painting.

If I could kill someone with my eyes, Mo Hua had been killed ten times by him.

Mo Hua was not afraid, and looked at Zhang Quan and said:

"You have a small eye, why are you staring at me? Do you think I will be afraid of you when you stare at me?"

Zhang Quan was so angry that his scalp was numb.

His right hand trembled, shaking the blood rope and a strange copper bell, and shouting at the top of his lungs:

"I kill you!"

Dozens of zombies, pulled by the ringtone, exposed their fangs, their fingers were like sharp claws, and they looked like crazy, making heavy breathing sounds, and rushed towards Mo Hua and others.

Bai Zixi spread his simple hands, and several sword lights flew out, cutting off the legs of several walking zombies.

But more zombies are still culling.

The few zombies with broken legs crawled towards Mo Hua even though they fell to the ground.

Ink painting and fingering, condense fireball technique.

Fireball craft flew out one after another, burning the arms of several zombies into coke and turning them into ashes.

But as long as the remaining limbs are still there, the walking zombie will still struggle and crawl towards Mo Hua.

Mo Hua frowned.

First-class zombies only have the strength of the Qi Refining Stage, which is not to be afraid of, but they are numerous and are not afraid of death - because they are already dead.

As long as the limbs are still alive, they will eat flesh and blood and be ordered to kill people.

It's really a bit troublesome.

Soon the zombie approached Mo Hua's body.

Zhang Quan's eyes were excited.

He wanted to see the zombie dismembered Mo Hua's body and ate it.

But Mo Hua took a few steps to go by, then flashed under the claws of the walking zombie and retreated.

Several other zombies appeared behind Mo Hua and chewed away.

But they were also avoided by the ink paintings.

Zhang Quan frowned.

Also knows body skills...

This little devil is so fucking hard to kill!

Zhang Quan smiled and said in a silence: "Okay, hide, I see when you can hide with your body skills."

Sooner or later, the spiritual power in the Qi Refining Period will be exhausted. As long as the mistake is made or the spiritual power is exhausted, it will be the blood of these zombies.

Zhang Quan smiled sinisterly, and suddenly another golden light appeared from the corner of his eyes.

He was startled and quickly shattered the copper bell.

Several zombies blocked his body and were then penetrated by Bai Zisheng with a shot.

Zhang Quan quickly retreated.

Bai Zisheng picked up several zombies, then took a big step and stabbed out another shot.

Zhang Quan had no choice but to retreat again and called the zombies to block the gun.

Bai Zisheng took off again and fired his gun again!

After several times, Zhang Quan was forced to retreat repeatedly, and had no time to rattle the bell, and the movements of the zombies became slower.

Some even stood in front of Mo Hua, motionless.

The zombie did not move, Mo Hua did not move, and he looked at the zombie in front of him curiously.

He wanted to figure out how this zombie was controlled.

Zhang Quan was pressed step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step. In desperation, he mobilized all his spiritual power, used earth escape, and fled to a dilapidated shed in the mine.

There is nothing under the shed.

Zhang Quan stomped his feet, the rocks arched, and dust gradually rose.

An iron coffin appeared in front of him.

Mo Hua felt something was wrong and shouted:

"Senior Brother!"

Without the reminder of ink painting, Bai Zisheng activated his spiritual power and shot Zhang Quan with one shot.

At this moment, the iron coffin was lifted up, and a stiff hand suddenly stretched out, grabbing Bai Zisheng's spear tip.

Bai Zisheng raised his eyebrows, burst out with spiritual power, and golden light was magnificent, strangling the hand.

The iron-green palm was cracked by the golden spiritual power, and the force was slightly loose.

Bai Zisheng's spear also broke free.
To be continued...