However, no matter how rational it is, when the zombie king was about to knock on Mr. Zhu like a brick, he subconsciously stripped his body.

Zombies have no soul, so they come quietly and leave ignorantly, making it difficult to detect.

But Zhu Yang knew that the other party had left.

Because Mr. Zhu was hammered by the book and let out a chubby cry of pain—

"Sorry, Dad, I just had no eyes when I fist and foot. When I go back, I will ask Mom Zhang to make some brains for you to replenish it."

Then he handed Mr. Zhu over to Uncle Ying and Dabao's second treasure: "Stay away, don't be affected later."

After saying that, tens of thousands of top-grade peach wood swords appeared around them. Those peach wood swords looked very new, but had good quality, and were obviously not made of ordinary wood.

There are runes on it, and each wooden sword actually emits an iron-like roar in the air, with a fierce momentum.

Zhu Yang took advantage of the past few days to let Zhu Qian and the others plant a lot of peach trees in the space. The spiritual spring was born with no money, which was even harder than conquering the world in the strategy game.

After all, when he could call tens of thousands of farmers, only his younger brother and his son were able to call him now.

When the peach tree is planted, it will be split into a peach wood sword, and then a talisman is drawn on it to enhance its power.

Poor Zhu Qian has been tired and thin these two days.

The source of the talisman on the peach wood sword was also a coincidence, and it was not obtained from any of the supernatural ghosts that Zhu Yang had experienced.

But in the world of abo, Duke Eton was one of the bride gifts that Zhu Qian had knocked for marrying her white lotus 'sister'.

At that time, Zhu Qian thought this thing was wrong, saying that it was obtained by the ancestors of the Eton family by chance and had been passed down for hundreds of years.

Zhu Yang also thought about it, but he didn't understand it at that time. After experimenting with the runes inside this round, he found that the blessing of the wooden sword was effective.

Thousands of peach wood swords floated around Zhuyang, and she saw her raise her hand and attacking a certain direction.

Uncle Ying, who was watching from a distance, was shocked and felt that although these peach trees looked tender, the pure and turbulent power contained in them, as well as the blessing of the rune that even he felt extraordinary, were extremely surging.

No wonder I just saw the tomb that was empty and could not find any clues. Zhu Yang forced the zombie king out through Zhu Yang's precise control.

At this time, the entire tomb chamber revealed its original form, just like they came in to seal the Zombie King more than ten years ago.

A coffin was bound by several chains and hung vertically in the center. The coffin door slowly opened, revealing the appearance of the owner of the ancient tomb inside.

When Uncle Ying and the others came, they only looked at each other's corpse. Uncle Ying knew that the zombie could not be eliminated and could only seal it.

The reason is that it has no other reason, because thousands of years have passed, its body does not rot, it is like a sleepy body, and its skin is white and shiny. Where does it feel like the decay of a dead person?

Uncle Ying has been dealing with zombies for many years. Not to mention seeing each other, I have never heard of such zombies. They have only been mentioned in ancient books left by the ancestor.

These zombies are only one step away from being devilish and cannot be destroyed by mortals. Only the destiny nemesis arranged by the way of heaven.

Uncle Ying knew how much he was, so he could only seal the other party and wait for the destined person to completely eliminate the disaster.

After entering the ancient tomb, Uncle Ying became more and more sure that Miss Zhu was the savior of the destiny of the Heavenly Dao and the nemesis of this devil who never came out of life.

At this time, the fateful enemy, which Uncle Ying saw, was also facing it head-on.

To be honest, Zhu Yang did not expect that this dead rice dumpling that had been in the ancient tomb for thousands of years would be preserved so well.

As the coffin door was opened, Zhu Yang saw the true appearance of the Zombie King.

The luxurious black robe and elegant and handsome appearance are not as aggressive as the other party's face compared to the confrontation along the way.

It looks like I'm asleep, my whole body feels pampered and my skin is pale. When it comes to playing theme games and figures in my cemetery, it can be seen that I was probably an otaku during my lifetime.

It slowly opened its eyes, its eyes were blood red, and red flames were flowing inside, which showed the terrifying cultivation.

But after seeing Zhu Yang, the clouds on his face disappeared, and his enemies looked particularly jealous when they met.

It was clear that Master Zhu disturbed it and stole its treasures at the beginning, but later Uncle Ying sealed its body.

But the Zombie King didn't even look at them, which shows how comprehensive the value of Zhu Yang's hatred was to be raised along the way.

It really took all my attention to myself.

However, what is unimaginable is that Zhu Yang is even more angry than the other party, and he looks like a turtle and hideous look.

He raised his hand and cut thousands of peach wood swords at the Zombie King: "Where are you a girl who is a woman who is begging for by a hundred schools of thought? He didn't show up when he showed up, and he even made a fool of himself."

"Relying on the preservation technology, a piece of zombie meat is more pretentious than a serious young man."

"Pretending off, right? I fucking let you pretend!"

The peach wood sword was stopped in front of the zombie king and could not be approached. Zhu Yang did not fight to the death, knowing that its control power was not weak.

The previous confrontation in the stone hell can already explain the problem, and Zhu Yang is too lazy to do this inefficient consumption.

The peach wood sword cut around the Zombie King to seal its range of action. However, a long sword appeared in Zhu Yang's hand, and he jumped and rushed over, fighting with the other party.

The Zombie King probably didn't expect that this woman was so decent that she didn't even want to wait for him to leave the coffin. If she wanted to expand the scope of action, she had to break the coffin.

Think about it, how come you have no feelings after sleeping in a bed that has been in bed for thousands of years?

So I became more and more angry at Zhu Yang, but when I met such an opponent, I couldn’t be relaxed and calm.

The coffin board exploded, and the black wood as sharp as black iron was cut towards the main like a giant blade.

Zhu Yang raised his hand and slashed it with a knife. Her knife was the Eidman alloy long knife she bought in Unlimited Games. Not to mention cutting wood, even cutting stones is as easy as cutting tofu.

But when I cut the coffin that had been for thousands of years, I was shocked to death. It can be seen how tough this thing is under the nourishment of the zombie king's skills.

As soon as the confrontation was shocking, the two of them were unceremonious and they were coming and going.

Zhu Yang was also disgusting while beating: "Oh! That's great. After lying for thousands or eight hundred years, my bones can still move? I thought it had been a bite--oh yes, you don't know what a biscuit is, because you've never seen it."

The Zombie King was so angry that he vomited blood. In his era, he was a prominent figure. The people didn't dare to raise their heads when they saw him.

Nowadays, the world has changed and people's hearts are not the same. The daughter of a tomb robber, who had never been able to make a fortune in their lifetime, dared to point at him and scold the country bumpkin.

The Zombie King was furious and directly caught the fierce blade with his bare hands. The sound of tooth-acid metal friction sounded, and countless sparks were wiped out.

The legendary Edman alloy was actually blocked by such bare hands.

The Zombie King looked at Zhu Yang, showed a sneer, and raised his hand to look at her in shocked face.

Zhu Yang also did something about taking the sword with bare hands, but unexpectedly, someone played more cool than her. Zhu Yang was dissatisfied, and others must not be cool with her in her bg.

So a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, accompanied by the zombie king's retreat.

It turned out that what was waiting for him in his palm was the peach wood nail that appeared in front of Zhu Yang after the space was twisted.

Compared to the hardness of Edman alloy, it is indeed one of the rare nemesis of the Zombie King.

He hit him off guard, and his invulnerable body was finally pierced through his defense.

Of course, Zhu Yang did not feel good either. Her move was equivalent to hurting the enemy by 1,000 and hurting himself by 800. However, Zhu Yang would never take it as a lucky opponent.

She was beaten away with a palm. Even though she was defensive, she still suffered a lot, and blood was overflowing from the corners of her mouth.

She said to the Zombie King: "I guess you don't have much combat experience at all, right?"

The Zombie King looked at his broken palms, and his injuries were still spreading. He clenched his fists and looked at Zhu Yang silently.

Then she heard her say, "He is from a high school and has outstanding talents, but he is negligent in preventing and lacks fighting experience."

"Tsk tsk! No wonder I was attacked by someone and I couldn't see the people around me hiding evil intentions."

Zhu Yang wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, the Edman alloy sword in his hand disappeared, and a peach wood sword appeared out of thin air.

Then he kicked his toes, and a big pit cracked from where he stood, and the whole person ejected out like a bullet, not giving the zombie king a chance to breathe.

The Zombie King couldn't understand why the other party was injured more than him, and he looked like he had the upper hand and took advantage of the victory to pursue him.

But Zhu Yang's words were in his heart word by word.

Zombies should have been separated from all the things they had before their lifetime, just like Mr. Zhu, even if he thinks about his family during his lifetime, he will attack his family without hesitation after becoming a zombie.

Even though some memories of life are still retained, that memory cannot control the desire and thinking after death. Logically speaking, no zombie will be burdened by emotions during life.

But the Zombie King is different. It has approached a human being except that it cannot breathe without soul.

If you have your own aesthetics and persistence, you will be angry and angry, and you will be repeatedly provoked by Zhu Yang's agitated admiration.

Zhu Yang has already completely angered it. Both of them are powerful and rich in abilities. The competition of abilities is meaningless. It is nothing more than a boring repetition of attack and cracking.

So the battle returned to the most primitive fighting, and powerful abilities became auxiliary instead.

But then again, this is often the fighting posture that experts of the same level should have.

Zhu Yang held the zombie king's sharp claws with a sword and smiled sarcastically: "To be honest, I overestimate you."

"Before I came, I imagined countless battle scenes, but I didn't expect it to be the most boring one."

"Your intentions are slow, your motivation is single, and your attack paths are only written according to your script, and you don't consider whether the next step is a trap set by the enemy."

As soon as he finished speaking, several wooden thorns suddenly shot out from the peach wood sword. At such a close distance, none of them left hit the target.

One of them even pierced through the zombie king's shoulders-

"Just fighting is just the art of exercising the body and consciousness to the extreme of training."

"Do you think that there is no one who can share the extra thoughts at such a fast pace? Wholly focused and focused is the way to victory."

"But how can your pitifully few experiences and instincts and combat wisdom that have not been tempered at all, understand the infinite extension of time between life and death?"

The Zombie King endured the pain and pulled out the mahogany thorn on his body and looked at it steadily.
To be continued...